#i've had this half ready since october

[heavyhitterheaux]

Ghost Part 2

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack makes it known to you that he wants to do right by Ace, but you still have hesitations in the back of your mind. It isn't until he decides to do something drastic that lets you know you had been right all along and that you will do anything to protect your son.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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After that night, Jack kept trying to call you to apologize, but you were steadily ignoring his calls. The next step was him texting you to plead with you to talk to him, but you were not in the mood to put up with him and didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

Jack- Y/N, please talk to me. I'm sorry about what happened. It's been almost three weeks since I talked to Ace

Jack- I promise to make it up to Ace and to you if you'll let me 

You- Ace told me that he didn't want to talk to you right now and why all of a sudden are you making it a priority that you talk to him? Any other time you wouldn't care

Jack- Did he say that or did you? And he's my son so obviously I want to talk to him

You- Look, Harlow. I am protecting MY son at all costs and if it has to be from you, then so be it

Jack- But he's my son too

You- Okay and he's only your son at your convenience. You have basically ignored him just about his entire damn life and then get in your feelings when he called someone else daddy. Are you really even upset about not having a good relationship with him or is it your pride that's hurting? I think it's the latter

Jack- Y/N, please. I get that I've messed up but I want to do better

You- We'll talk to you when we're ready

For the rest of October, it came and went without any more incidents from Jack which you were surprised by. Because you were sure by now he would have pulled something.

It was as if he was trying to be better for you and for Ace. But you still weren't sure and still had your hesitations. Why would you trust someone who has given you every reason in the world not to?

One morning you woke up and checked your banking app to see that he not only sent money to pay for daycare, but an extra two thousand. Thinking that it was a mistake, you quickly sent the extra money back, but within twenty minutes it was back in your account and that's when you finally sent him a text.

You- Why did you send me an extra two thousand? I sent it back, but you sent it to me again

Jack- I remembered you mentioned to me a while back that Ace needed some winter clothes so I sent it. Get something for yourself too.

You- Jack, I don't need this much and have you suddenly switched places with someone else? I usually have to beg you to even send money for daycare and half the time you don’t even remember to do it

Jack- It's for the two of you so keep it and no I haven’t

You were simply taken aback and didn't know what to say or make of it.

You- Well, thank you 

Jack- Um do you think I can get him this weekend?

You- the entire weekend?

Jack- Well yeah. If you don't have anything planned this weekend that is 

You- I will see what he says and then I’ll let you know

Jack- Okay

You guess he was trying to make up for lost time, but you were still at the point where you wanted to be done with him. But if he did decide to be in his life, would it be for the long run? Because the last thing you wanted was for Ace to get comfortable with him being around and then he suddenly disappears.

You usually had to beg him to pay for it and remind him every month, but this time he did it without even a word needing to be uttered from you. And he was a week early with sending it to you.

After that incident between Jack and Clay and Ace seeing it, Ace stopped asking to call Jack before his bedtime and it was eventually replaced with Jack calling him and you were surprised by him checking on how you were too.

The last time he did that was before Ace was born. However, you kept it short and sweet and gave him one word answers because at this point, you were tolerating him and nothing else.

There were a few times when Jack first started to call that Ace didn’t want to talk to him and that made Jack's heart sink and he knew that he had to do better. He was now on the receiving end and didn't like the way it felt knowing that this was how Ace felt when he didn't answer the phone.

You didn’t understand where this new attitude and changes were coming from, but you were in no way, shape, or form complaining about it because of how happy Ace was. 

He had taken Ace out a few times with Jack after apologizing properly to the two of you spending the weekend with him and Ace always came back home to you so happy that he was finally getting to spend time with his dad, so the last thing that you were ever going to do was ruin it. 

You take it that it was Clay yelling at him and Ace not wanting to be around him that served as his wake-up call to get his shit together. 

One night after Jack called Ace to say goodnight, he quickly said that he wanted to talk to you once you were back in your bedroom by yourself. 

“Yes?”

“Uh, how are you? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine and no.” You were trying to keep this conversation short and sweet so you could go to sleep. Unless it had to do with Ace, you didn’t feel that there was a need to talk to him. 

“Umm, would the two of you want to come to NPLH? It’s December 18th. Ace has never seen me perform before and… neither have you. At least I don't think you have.”

When you were quiet and didn’t give him an answer, he spoke up again.

“I.. Y/N, I’m trying to do right by the both of you and it shouldn’t have taken this long. But I am trying to change and be the best possible version of myself for both of you. I'm tired of the disappointed looks that I get from him as well as you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, just him. I’m used to being disappointed in you, so my expectations regarding anything having to do with you are in hell. Ace is only three so he’s quick to forgive and forget. However, I am not.”

“I… deserved that. I do need to worry about you because you’re his mother. So what do you say? You would be backstage with all of my friends and family. Safe from the crowd, because I know Ace doesn’t like them.”

Now this had you doing a double take because you had no idea that Jack knew that Ace didn’t like crowds. 

“Don’t look so surprised that I know that. Now does that sound okay with you? I can get him those headphones too to protect his ears since I know he hates loud noises. I’ll come and get you both myself before the show starts.”

“And you don’t think anyone will say anything when they notice that he looks just like you? I want to keep him protected from the life that you live.”

“We can deal with it when the time comes. I mean they’re going to have to find out eventually anyway, right? So what do you say?”

“I guess, but I need three more tickets to give to my best friends who actually help me take care of Ace even though they don’t have to and do it because they love him just as much as I do. Even though Ace let it slip to them that you were his dad and they probably have a grudge against you now, they still like your music… at least I think they do.”

“Of course, whatever you want.  And are they going to say anything? Do I need…”

“They don’t need to sign NDA’s and I didn’t even break mine. So, you’re going to make your own son sign a NDA? He’s the one that said it.”

“Well, no. I guess not.”

“Then we’ll be there.”

The day had finally come and Jack had been nervous from the time that he had woken up. He was now eating breakfast with Urban who noticed that his best friend kept fidgeting. Last night he had sent you the three extra tickets which you immediately sent to Nadia so that she would have them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked while sliding his orange juice closer to him.

“I… Y/N is coming tonight and she's bringing Ace. I’m actually going to get them before the show and bring them to the arena.”

“Oh, the baby mama and son that you act like don't exist. Got it.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes.

“I deserved that, but I'm trying to be better moving forward. I don't want him to grow up and despise me because at this rate, that's exactly what's going to happen.”

“Like bro…. Your parents don't even know about him. And he's what? Almost four?”

“I was going to also ask her if I could take Ace to see them on Christmas. They might be less mad? I mean they’ll see him tonight, but I don’t know if that’s the time or place to drop that on them.”

“I… Jack….. what? Is he supposed to be their Christmas present? You should have told them when it first happened.”

“Either way it looks bad and they're going to want to kill me so I might as well get it all out in the open.”

“So, you went on and on about how she trapped you, but now you're suddenly all in? What changed?” Urban curiously asked.

“Hearing that he called Clay ‘daddy.’ That's me and I’m the only one he needs to be referring to. And the fact that for about two or three weeks after that happened and I tried to call and talk to him, he wouldn't come to the phone. I've been a shitty person towards Y/N and been a shitty father to my first born.”

“Maggie and Brian are going to kick not only your ass, but Clay’s too.”

“At least Clay has been there since he was a month old. I can't say the same thing.” 

“Just do better moving forward, but do you want a relationship with him or are you just mad about what happened with Clay?”

“A little bit of both, not going to lie. When Y/N sent me that in a text, I was pissed but there's no one to be mad at but myself. And truth be told, I don't even know Y/N like I should. I hardly know anything about her for that to be the person that I have a child with.”

“Does Neelam know any of this? Did Y/N sign an NDA?”

“She doesn't and Y/N did when we first started messing around and if she really wanted to come for me and how I've treated Ace….”

“Deadbeat baby daddy.”

“URB! I was going to say that I'm surprised that she didn't break it.”

“Well you have to think, she's protecting him and herself. And the fact that she lives in Louisville too?”

“I just want us to be able to get along and raise Ace.”

“That's literally all that she probably wants but you were making it hard as hell.”

“I know and I can only imagine the looks on my parents faces.”

It was now around 4 PM when you heard a knock on the door and Ace immediately ran towards it and started to reach up to open it, but stopped once you had scolded him.

“Ace! Baby, get away from the door and wait for mommy to open it.”

“But mommy it's daddy! Hurry up please!”

You had to laugh at him telling you please and opened the door with him right behind you to see Jack staring at you.

“Uh hi.”

“Hi.” You responded flatly, but Ace immediately ran and climbed onto him. He figured at least one person was happy to see him.

“Daddy!”

“Hey bubs. You all ready to go?” 

He eagerly nodded, but all you and Jack did was laugh.

“I think you need shoes first though, it's a little cold.”

Once all three of you arrived at the arena, Jack hopped out of his Jeep and opened your door which you were surprised by before going to get Ace out of his car seat. 

All three of you made your way inside and backstage where a lot of his friends and family had already gathered waiting for the show to start. 

There was a variety of different snacks and drinks on display backstage and you noticed two other little kids running around who you knew were Nemo's daughters and Jack's goddaughters.You immediately saw Clay out of the corner of your eye and he came over to hug you before hugging Ace who held onto him tightly.

“Hey, I'm surprised you actually said yes to coming.”

“Not going to lie, me too. But I really did this for Ace and not me. Everything I do is for him.” You said as you pinched Ace's cheek who smiled at you. You noticed that Ace was now a little more quiet and reserved since he was now around a crowd of people that he didn't know and this was typical. It took him almost a month to not sit by himself in daycare and get more comfortable.

You then saw Jack's parents make their way over to you, but just as you were about to speak to introduce yourself as well as Ace, Jack quickly intervened which surprised you and the last thing that you thought would happen did.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N and her son, Ace.” You did your best to try and hide your disappointment while Ace was being held by Clay next to you confused. Urban was behind Jack and simply shook his head.

So much for saying that things would be different moving forward. 

You talked to his parents for a little while before Ace mentioned that he was hungry and Clay proceeded to grab him something to snack on. Before long, it was time for Jack to do his set and he had given you the headphones for Ace so that the two of you could watch from the side of the stage. 

But what you didn't notice was the rest of PG whispering to Urban.

“Uh, why does that kid look like a mini version of Jack? And who is she?” 2fo asked Urban who tried not to have a startled look on his face.

“Jack can answer that better than I can.” Was all he said before Neelam quickly inserted herself in the conversation.

“So, you know something we don't know in other words is what you're trying to say, correct?” 

“Look, it's not my place. He'll tell you when he's ready.”

“All I need to know is if I'm going to have a problem out of her.”

“Neelam, she's not like that. At least from what he told me.” 

“Well, you can never be too sure and I need to be prepared. I'll ask him about it later. He's worked entirely too hard to just have someone come and mess it up. Matter of fact I need to make sure she signs an NDA.”

—-

It was around one in the morning when all of you had finally gotten back to the apartment and Jack volunteered to put Ace to bed. The car ride back was a little awkward and of course the two of you didn't want to say anything in front of Ace. Once Jack had tucked Ace in, he came back out to the living room where you were and you noticed that he looked nervous.

“Y/N, I want to keep the both of you safe so that's why I didn't say that he was my son tonight.”

“But from your family and friends? What sense does that make?”

“I… Look, just hear me out. Can he spend the day with me and my family on Christmas day? And he can be with yours on Christmas Eve? I just figured that it wasn’t the time or the place to tell them about the two of you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried not to show how you were feeling on the inside. Christmas had been your favorite holiday up until the time that you were nine. Since then, Ace is the only reason why you started back celebrating it but it still didn't feel the same.

“The time to tell them was four years ago.” You quietly muttered and didn’t say anything after that. 

“Y/N?” Jack called out to you because it had been a few minutes and you had yet to give him an answer.

“Um, you can have him in the afternoon.” That way he could at least open the presents that you had gotten him in the morning.

“But are you going to see your family? I don't want to inconvenience you or keep you from them.”

“No, so it's fine.” You kept it short and sweet and hoped that he would drop it and let it go since you agreed to let Ace go with him.

“Wait, why?” he curiously asked and you couldn’t even blame him for doing so.

“Because I can't see them. And why do you suddenly care so much?”

“Do they not know about Ace too, or?”

“Jack, my family is dead. I literally only have Ace. If I want to visit them, I have to go to the cemetery. So can we drop this now?” You asked while trying to avoid eye contact with him. 

All Jack did was a double take before looking at you with wide eyes.

“Wait… so you’ve…. been by yourself basically this entire time?”

“I don't need your looks of pity. I'm fine.”

“But….”

“Jack, please. I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

“Okay um, I'll drop it for now. But, that means that I'm getting both of you on Christmas morning to spend the day with me and my family and you aren't saying no.”

“Just take Ace, I'll be fine.”

“Y/N, you aren't spending Christmas by yourself.” 

“What difference does it make? This is my normal. Being a mom and then being by myself.”

“Well that stops this year. I do not want you to be by yourself. My family will love you. And you have me so there's no reason for you to be alone.”

“Hmm, yeah the baby mama you kept hidden for almost four years? The Only Fans model that you accidentally got pregnant? And I have you? Really? I had to beg you to even show our son an ounce of attention. And not even going to add in the fact that you thought I was lying about the entire thing and treating me like absolute shit.”

“Our kid is not an accident, Y/N. And I promised you that things are going to be different now. I apologize for how I acted towards you because that wasn't right. I was just scared and instead of telling you that, I ignored it until I created an even bigger situation that ended up hurting you, Ace, and myself.”

“He isn’t to me, but for you when I first told you he definitely was.”

“Please Y/N, us arguing is not going to solve anything. I'm going to tell my parents about you and Ace properly. Don't you think he deserves to know his grandparents?”

“Of course I do. I just never thought that I would see the day where this would become a reality. Not going to lie, when Ace got to be around 7 or 8, I was going to leave and move back home.”

“And where is that?”

“Philadelphia. I just needed to be near people that I could trust while he's this small. I was in D.C. since that's where I had gone to school and that's where I had him so I just stayed there until Nadia wouldn't take no for an answer and made me come down here. At least in Philly, I can hopefully buy the house that I grew up in. It's been on sale for some time and I've been saving up for it or at least trying to.”

“Wait, so you still want to leave Louisville?”

“I mean there's nothing here for me. It's not like I grew up here like you did and have a family that I can see whenever I want. The rest of my family didn't want me so there's that.”

“Well, I want you and Ace close to me. We can't do that if you move away.”

“According to you, I was stalking you, remember?”

“Y/N, can we just hold off on discussing that. One thing at a time and once again I'm not here to argue.” 

All you did was cross your arms and sigh as you then heard Jack’s phone go off.

He looked down to see that it was Neelam and she was asking about you.

Neelam- Who is that girl and her son and why does he look like you? Start explaining IMMEDIATELY 

Jack- I'm with her now, I'll text you later

Neelam- Um, no. Explain now.

Jack- His name is Ace and he's my child and his mother's name is Y/N and he's almost four.

Neelam- What in the actual FUCK?

Jack- I'll call you when I leave. 

“Then it's settled. Both of you are coming with me. I have a shitload of presents for him and they’re all at my house so he can open them hopefully before everyone gets there.”

When you didn’t say anything, Jack simply grabbed your hand, startling you.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you, but we need to get one thing straight.”

“What is it?”

“You need to be all in with Ace because I refuse to let you break his heart for the millionth time.”

You were on facetime Nadia, Liv, and Blaire trying to figure out what to wear. It was currently Christmas Eve, and you had already put Ace to sleep when you decided to rummage through your closet for something decent to wear for tomorrow and meet Jack's family properly. 

“What about the one that makes your boobs look big?” Blaire asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Blaire, they’re already big and I’m meeting his PARENTS!”

“Well technically you already did. They just didn't know who you were.” Nadia said as she was examining the black sweater dress that you were holding up.

“And I wonder what they're going to say when Jack tells him tomorrow.” Liv added as she was mixing up the batter for her Christmas cookies.

“They're going to be pissed, I already know. But what am I supposed to say when they ask how we met?” You asked as you were now looking for a pair of shoes to go with the dress.

“Wait, how did yall meet? Because we don't even know.” Blaire curiously asked.

“Nadia knows.” You quietly answered and you simply heard her sigh. 

“Well are yall going to spill it or what!?”

“He was a subscriber to my Only Fans.” You quietly said as you pulled out your red and black knee high boots to go along with your dress.

Blaire spit her eggnog out that she had been drinking and Liv was simply looking at you with her mouth hanging wide open. 

“Um, come again? No pun intended. But… WHAT?” You heard Liv yell and all you did was sigh.

“It happened right before my senior year and I've basically been a single parent ever since.”

“Well at least he's trying to do better for the both of you.”

 “I don't care about me. That ship sailed long ago, the only person that I'm concerned about is Ace.”

“So even if Jack does get his shit all the way together and asks you to be in a relationship so yall can start with a clean slate, you would still say no?” Nadia curiously asked and it made you stop and think for a second.

“Yes.”

“Can we ask why?”

“I have seen the absolute worst in this man and how he treated me before was unacceptable and it will always be in the back of my mind. Instead of owning up to what he did, he called me a liar, a gold digger, claimed I was stalking him when I moved here and got mad when Clay wanted to have a relationship with Ace. How could I date someone like that?”

“He’s changing for the better, Y/N. You never know. But, your reasoning is 100% valid. I didn't know he had done all that.”

“Like he’s trying to be all nice to me all of a sudden and asking how I am or if I need anything but if it doesn't have to do with our son, there is literally no reason for me to talk to him. The conversations are awkward and it's like pulling teeth because he knows that I want absolutely nothing to do with him. Like he has to understand how bad he hurt me and the fact that I didn't have my family or anyone around me at that time to help me when he was born. I was scared shitless. There were some days when I couldn't eat because I had to pay for diapers because he refused to. I had to apply for government assistance until I found a better paying job. I have one now, but yet I’m still struggling. I don't think I will ever forgive him for that. My standards for him are in hell and I told him that the other day. I expect absolutely NOTHING from him. But, I would never talk bad about him in front of Ace. At the end of the day, he's going to be taken care of if it's left up to me. Him, I’m not so sure.”

All they did was simply nod at your response.

“I hear everyone talk about him in such a positive light, but that person that they're referring to? I’ve never met him. I’m on my guard because I just have a feeling that he's going to try and pull some shit.”

It was around noon on Christmas Day and Ace was busy playing with his new toys that Jack had gotten him while you along with his parents had congregated in the corner of the living room to discuss Ace. Jack figured he might as well before the rest of his family started to arrive.

“So, we have something to tell the both of you. And we wanted to tell you before everyone else got here.”  Jack started to say while you were sitting next to him and trying not to fidget. You knew that this wasn't going to go over well and there was nothing that you could do to stop it. You were suddenly now more interested in your bracelet.

“What? What is it?” Maggie asked with concern showing on her face.

“Umm, Ace is my son.”

“Daddy, up!”

And right on cue, Ace yelled for Jack and was soon climbing all over him as he picked him up and started to play with his earrings while you were trying to not have a panic attack.

“Your….. what?” Brian quietly asked as Maggie still hadn't said anything. All she was doing was staring at Ace and finally seeing the resemblance between the two of them. Ace didn’t look like you at all.

“He's mine and Y/N is his mother.”

“How old is he?” Maggie asked as you could tell she was trying not to yell.

“Almost four.”

“WHAT?! And you're just now saying something?”

“Because at first he thought I was lying and only after his money which wasn't true and said that I trapped him. Once the paternity test confirmed that Ace was in fact his, he still wanted nothing to do with him. However, Clay did and he's known him since he was a month old.” You confessed as Jack looked on with wide eyes.

“But, we're in a better place now.” Jack quickly said while chiming in attempting to make himself not sound like a complete deadbeat.

“Hmm.” Was all you said in response as you looked down at your nails.

Before they had a chance to respond, Jack's front door opened and in walked Clay with a bunch of gifts in his hands which you assumed was for Ace since Clay had told you previously he had gotten gifts for him.

The only thought in your head was where you were going to put all of them in your small apartment.

All eyes were on Clay and he quickly got a confused look on his face before having a moment of realization.

“Oh, so he finally told you two about being a deadbeat?” He asked as Ace slid off of Jack’s lap and immediately went over to Clay who was setting the gifts down. When he was finished, he quickly picked him up.

“Seriously?” Was all Jack did as he sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“I… people are going to start to be here soon but we'll finish discussing this later. Y/N, you seem like a sweet girl and I commend you for taking such good care of Ace when you didn’t have anyone to help you.” Was all Maggie said before eyeing her oldest son and she stood up to head into the kitchen while Brian just sat there in disbelief.

It was a few days into the new year when you had gotten a call from a strange number on your way home from work as Ace was asleep in the backseat. At first you declined the call, but when they called three more times in a row, you finally decided to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? This is Katrina.”

“Katrina, who?” You asked confused and wondering how the woman that you did not know suddenly got your number.

“Your Aunt Katrina.”

At that moment all you saw was red. She was the one that refused to take you and decided to place you into the foster system since your mother and her had a long outstanding beef that you had nothing to do with and you didn’t even know what it was about. Yet, you were the one that felt the consequences from it. 

“What do you want and how did you get my number?”

“I… I can explain later, but how far away are you from Philly right now?”

“Why?”

“Your grandmother. They’re saying she has probably weeks or even days to live and ever since they told her that, she has been persistent on us finding you.” She quietly said and it took everything in you not to drop your phone. 

“Finding me for what? Yall didn’t want me remember?” You shot back as you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building. 

“Y/N, please. It wasn’t that simple. But how soon can you be here? She said that there is no way in hell, her words not mine, that she was leaving this earth without seeing you.”

“I… just have to pack my things along with my son. I’ll drive and I should be there by the morning if I don’t make a lot of stops.”

“I’ll text you the details.”

As soon as you hung up, you were in somewhat of a daze. As many years that have gone by, you thought your grandmother would have passed away already. If you did your math right, she had to be close to 100 by now. You felt that your grandparents were the only other people in your family that truly loved you and would have done anything for you besides your parents and older brother. 

You carried Ace inside while taking off his jacket and laying him down on the couch as you ran around the apartment and trying to pack the essentials of what you two might need. You didn’t plan on staying for very long, but more than likely you were going to stay for her funeral. You figured that it was the least you could do.  And get an explanation on why Katrina had given you up so easily.

A quick text was sent to Nadia, Blaire, and Liv telling them that you were headed back home for a family emergency. All they did was tell you to keep them updated as you were now finishing packing your car for the ten close to eleven hour trip. It was around seven at night when you finally got on the road and hit the highway hoping to get to your grandmother before it was too late. You did your best to keep your tears from falling because you felt that you had been robbed.

All these years, she was alive and you had no idea.

It was true that you could have looked for her if you wanted to, but you had it in your mind that they wanted nothing to do with you.

It was around ten at night when Ace had finally started to stir and noticed that the two of you were still in the car and looked around confused.

“Mommy, where are we going?” You heard him say as he startled you.

“We’re going to see the place where mommy grew up. Or sort of for that matter. It’s going to be a long drive so you can go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” Was all he quietly said and you soon looked back in your rearview mirror to see that he had drifted off.

Once you had hit Philly, it was around six in the morning and you decided to find a hotel for you and Ace to stay and actually lay down in a comfortable bed. At least for two hours until you went to go and see her. Being back there was something out of a dream and you made it up in your mind to get a cheesesteak before the two of you left to go back to Louisville since when you get it out of state, it doesn’t quite taste right. 

After getting some much needed sleep, you and Ace set out to your grandmother’s house since that’s where Katrina said she was on hospice as much as you didn’t want to believe her. Once you pulled up to the house, you wanted to cry. It looked the same exact way and it still had the swing set in the front yard that your grandfather built for all of his grandkids. You grabbed Ace out of the backseat, reminded him to mind his manners even if he didn’t need one and proceeded to knock on the door.

You were startled to see your Aunt Katrina open it and it took her a second to notice that it was you seeing as the last time that she was you, you were only nine years old.

“Y/N.”

“Katrina.”

“And who is this little one?” She asked as she stepped to the side to let the both of you in.

“My name is Ace! I’m three, almost four. What’s your name, ma’am?” Ace piped up and said which you were surprised by seeing as anytime he was around new people, he would hide behind you. 

“Well, aren't you cute? Named after your uncle, I see. That makes me your great Aunt Katrina.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Ace added while holding his hand out for her to shake and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“She’s upstairs.” Was all Katrina said to you and your legs instantly felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. You nodded towards her and started to make your way up the steps while holding Ace’s hand. Once you got to her room, the door was open and you could hear the sound of the television that was currently on The Price is Right which made you laugh to yourself. When you were at home sick that’s what you would watch.  You walked in to see that her eyes were closed, but you quickly heard her voice.

“About time you showed up. Took them forever to track you down and find you.” Was all she said as her eyes opened and smiled at you.

“My sweet Y/N. My youngest granddaughter.”

That was the moment that you immediately burst into tears as you sat on the bed and hugged her.

“I….” You started to say but she quickly shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re here now and that’s what’s important.” She comforted you as she held you tighter.

“Now, who’s this young man?” She said when the two of you finally broke apart and she now noticed Ace standing next to you.

“Your great grandson, Ace.”

“Ace, I love that name. You know you’re named after one of the sweetest boys that I ever knew.” She said as Ace climbed up to sit next to her.

“Really? My mommy always tells me that I’m named after someone really special.”

“That you are.”

Your grandmother had sent Ace downstairs for Katrina to watch him as she wanted to speak to you alone and now you were suddenly nervous.

“First off, never think for a second that a day went by and I didn’t think of you. Or that I didn’t do my hardest to try and find you after you had gone into the system. Katrina was dead wrong for how she handled it because of a simple grudge, but also more wrong in telling those people that me and your grandfather didn’t want to take you. Instead I spent years trying to track you down with no luck. I wanted you and wanted to keep you, but you had moved around so many times that eventually, the state lost the file that tracked where you were leaving me no leads. I looked from the time that you first went in to try and get you back, up until the time you turned eighteen.”

“You… wanted to keep me?”

“Of course I did! Left up to me, there was no way in hell one of my grandchildren was going to be put through that, but… I’m just happy to see you alive, well, and thriving. That son of yours is beautiful and he has your smile. He has the best mother that anyone could ask for and I know it.”

“So, all this time?”

“It wasn’t until my diagnosis about a month ago when I said, no, demanded that Katrina find you. It was the least she could do for what she did. She started to feel guilty where it started to look like I would never find you about the time you would have been fifteen. I figured if these are going to be my last few days here, I need to see Y/N. I wanted to tell you how much I love you and that I have a little surprise for you.”

“I’m just happy I got to see you and that you got to meet my heart outside of my chest and reason for living. What is it?”

“I know how much your parents and your brother meant to you and that you don’t have many things to remember them by. So, I noticed that the house all of you used to live in went on sale….”

All you did was gasp and your heart started beating a mile a minute having an idea about what she was about to say.

“And I bought it. And put the deed in your name. I know that you’re in Louisville right now, but whenever you’re ready, it’ll be here waiting for you.” She said as she opened her bedside table and handed it to you.

“I… I literally don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. That’s the least that I could do for you. I hope you can accept that as my apology and you have to promise me that you’ll pass it down to Ace so it can always stay in the family.”

—

Your grandmother passed the very next day and knew that she only held on long enough so that she could see you and make sure that you were okay. At least you now knew that she never stopped trying to find you while you were in the system and wanted to keep you so that she and your grandfather could raise you themselves. You were currently at your hotel with Ace as he was playing with one of the many toys that Jack had gotten for him when your phone suddenly went off. You had been in such a daze for the past forty eight hours that you had forgotten to even look at your phone or tell him what had happened for that matter. Your only priority was getting here safely before it was too late. Because you knew that you wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you didn’t. 

“Hello?” You tiredly said as you glanced at the clock on the nightstand that read 11 AM. Soon it would be time to head over to your grandmother’s house to start planning the funeral.

“Where have you been? And why haven’t you answered my calls? Where is Ace?” Jack all said in one breath and you quickly got annoyed. You had enough to deal with at the moment.

“Well hello to you too. I’m okay, thanks for asking.”

“Where are you and why haven’t I heard from you? I went by your apartment and you weren’t there.”

“I’m in Philly. I’m back home.” Was all you could get out before Jack immediately started to raise his voice and not letting you explain the reasoning for you actually being there.

“And you took my son with you?”

“Uh? Why wouldn’t I? He’s my child and I wanted to show him where I grew up and don’t you have a career to focus on? You were going to keep him the entire time I was up here?”

“So, that’s the game we’re going to play now, huh?” He said and you couldn’t help but to be confused. 

“Jack, what are you even talking about? Who is playing games?”

“That was your damn plan the entire time. Move back home and take Ace with you.”

“Jack, that’s not…”

“Okay, I got something for you too. Expect me to file for full custody once he’s back across state lines.”

He immediately hung up and you were left speechless. 

You knew it.

You fucking knew he would pull some shit like this.

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Wish You Were Sober Part 2

fbh x bestfriend!reader Warnings: hurt/comfort, none really, fem reader

Part 1

You hadn't seen Harry since Friday night, and you would call it a testament to your avoiding capabilities. He texted you Saturday afternoon when he woke up. You knew he probably wouldn't remember the conversation from the night before, but you found yourself hoping he did anyway.

H☀️: breakfast?

You quickly typed an excuse about having to work on some huge project that didn't actually exist. Sunday went similarly, Harry texted you a few times asking you to take a break from your work and hang out, you reluctantly declined each time.

"He's relentless," you groaned, staring at the messages Harry had sent you so far. He'd gotten into the habit of sending you funny pictures and his random thoughts throughout the day.

"Well it's not like you're ghosting a Tinder date. You guys are best friends. You've seen him at least once a day for the past three months," Gianna reasoned, looking up from her laptop.

"But I've been short with him for days now," you told her, falling backward onto your mattress.

"I think you should just talk to him," she shrugged.

"Or I could just avoid him," you suggest, running a hand down your face.

"Until May? It's only October," she said, still typing away. You rolled onto your side to face her half of the room.

"I've avoided him for this long," you replied.

"Babe, it's Wednesday," she laughed. You groaned just as your phone dinged again. You glanced down to see another message from Harry, this time inviting you to a party Friday night.

"He just invited me to another party Friday," you announced.

"Tell him no," Gianna urged. You sighed before typing a response.

probably not this time sorry.

Only a few seconds passed before your phone dinged again.

H☀️: Are you avoiding me?

"Gianna, he just asked if I'm avoiding him," you looked up at your roommate.

"You should say yes," she laughed.

"This is serious, what do I tell him?" You shrieked.

"I don't know, I don't have a handbook on how to avoid your best friend," she responded.

"I'm just gonna ignore it, I'll answer him later," you turned your phone off.

Almost immediately, four sharp knocks rang through the room. You looked up at Gianna with furrowed brows. She hopped down from her bed and approached the door. She ducked down to look through the peephole.

"It's Harry," she whispered.

"I'm not here," you whispered back. She rolled her eyes before she opened the door just far enough so that he wouldn't be able to peek in.

"Hey, Harry, she's not here," Gianna greeted.

"Is she avoiding me?" He asked. You felt a tug at your heart strings, the poor kid sounded confused. You knew it was wrong to leave him in the dark, but you couldn't keep putting yourself in that situation.

"I think you should talk to her about it," Gianna answered after a beat of silence.

"It's kinda hard if she won't speak to me. I haven't seen her all week and she's barely answering my messages," he replied. You watched as your roommate adjusted her posture.

"Honestly, Harry, it's not my place to tell you. I do think she should talk to you, but I understand why she isn't," she told him.

"Fuck, okay. Do you know where she is?" He questioned.

"Not right now, she left a few hours ago," Gianna lied smoothly, or it would've been smoothly had your phone not dinged loudly again. You quickly turned the volume down.

"Is she in there?" He asked, you cursed silently before throwing a blanket over you face and body.

"No, that was mine," Gianna lied, less smoothly this time. You froze when you heard the door open further and Harry's footsteps as he neared your bed.

You closed your eyes tightly just before he grabbed the corner of the blanket, slowly peeling it back.

"Really?" He finally spoke. You forced your eyes open, not ready to face the consequences of your actions. It didn’t help that he looked so good, he was in one of his black hoodies. The hood was pulled over a hat that his curls were spilling out of on the sides.

"I'm actually doing homework in here, so take that shit to your room," Gianna stated as she hopped back up onto her bed.

You sat up, flipping your legs off the side of the bed. Harry held his hand out to help you down, you hated him for being so considerate when you're supposed to be upset with him. Down from the bed, you shoved your feet into your slippers, glaring at your roommate.

The short walk down the hall to Harry's room was silent, but not awkward. Even in the middle of whatever this is, he still made you so feel so comfortable in his presence. You hated that he was personified sunlight.

You stood behind him as he unlocked his room, his roommate out like always. He held the door open as you ducked under his arm, you walked to his bed and sat down on the edge. He followed you in, taking a seat in his desk chair a few feet in front of you.

"Um. I'm sorry for avoiding you, that wasn't fair," you started.

"Why did you?" He asked, eyes trained on your face while you looked anywhere but at him.

"Because I need to distance myself from you," you shrugged, looking down at your hands. You were already struggling not to breakdown and apologize. You had to hold your ground.

"Why? You're my best friend, y'know. You didn't think ghosting me would actually work, did you?" He asked, sounding frustrated.

"I don't know," you finally looked at him as you tried to find a way to explain without having to tell him how you feel. "I just, I'm tired of going out every weekend and dragging you back here drunk out of your mind."

"You ignored me because you don't like taking care of me when I'm drunk? That's bullshit. I can think of like a million ways to work around that," his brows furrowed.

"No, that's not- Harry I don't mind taking care of you," you responded. You knew you weren't making any sense and you felt guilty for clearly upsetting him. It was hard to explain what you meant.

"Then what is it? I need a real reason. You don't just get to ignore me all week with no valid explanation," he said.

"It's not you drinking, Harry, I don't care about that. It's all the other stuff," you tried to explain. You were growing more upset about your own inability to communicate. It would be so much simpler to just tell him how you feel.

"Hey," he said, scooting his chair closer until you were knee to knee. "Did I do or say something Friday night? I don't remember much after leaving the party, just bits and pieces of the walk back.

"You tried to get me to have sex with you," you admitted.

"I did? Jesus Christ," he breathed. "I'm sorry, you don't deserve that."

"It's fine. Well, it's not fine, but I'm used to it," you said, backtracking when you found yourself excusing his actions.

"You're used to it?" He asked. You cursed yourself internally, dropping your head into your hands.

"No, I didn't mean to say that," you shook your head, still face down in your palm.

"Please explain."

You hesitated before answering, praying this conversation would be over. You felt Harry's hand tugging at your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"That's not the first time it's happened. But it's okay, you were drunk and you never tried to force me or anything. It's really only an issue 'cause I'm-" you stopped yourself.

"'Cause you're what?" He asked, his chest rising a little faster as his breaths quickened. You paused. Fuck it. No way we're going back now.

"I'm tired of you playing with my feelings," You finally admitted. "I know you aren't doing it on purpose. You're a touchy friend and I love that about you, but I fell for it, so now it's just really hard to watch you gallivant with a new girl every weekend. And I feel bad for ignoring you, Harry, really I do. But it hurts that you only think of me in that way when you're too hammered to find anyone else and I can't keep signing myself up for it every weekend."

You finished your worked up confession just as you felt tears start pooling in your waterline. You wanted to hide in your hands again, but Harry still had a hold on your wrist. You tried blinking them away as you turned your gaze to him. He looked like he was still processing everything you said.

"You fell for it?" He finally spoke. You shrugged at him, not sure what to say. "What do you mean?"

"Oh my- Harry. I love you a lot, and not in a friend way. Like I'm in love with you. I'm sorry. All your charming bullshit worked on me," you laid it all out.

"You love me?" He asked, seemingly still processing. He moved from the chair, sitting down on the bed beside you.

"It's kinda hard not to. You've treated me like a girlfriend for months, and I was okay to be that for you. I'm fine with constantly hanging out and cuddling and watching movies and whatnot," you took a second to breathe. "But then we go out and I see you with all of these girls and it hurts that you only think of me that way when you're drunk."

You finished rambling, leaving the room eerily quiet. You felt a few tears start to fall, glad that Harry moved and was no longer facing you. He didn't talk for a second, the first sound to break the silence was a sniffle from you. Harry's arm looped around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. That was all it took for your restraint to exit the room and your tears to fall faster. You let yourself be comforted by the only person that could make you feel better, ironically the same person that hurt you.

He leaned backward slowly, the two of you falling into his bed. You laid against his side, one of his arms wrapping loosely around you while the other ran through his hair.

"You're right. It's not fair to you," he finally spoke, pulling you in tighter. He let you cry for awhile, just holding you.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, though the sound was slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"It's not your fault,” he hummed. “You were wrong though, I'm not a flirty friend.”

"Yeah, right," you scoffed. You looked up at him, his eyes already set on you.

"I'm serious, I've only ever been that way with you. You're making me realize that I've been playing with your feelings for while."

"You weren't doing it on purpose," you sighed, sniffling as your tears slowed.

"Not deliberately no. But I think I was doing it on purpose, in a way," he said.

"What do you mean?" You asked, confusedly. You sat up slightly, resting on your elbow. You looked down at him, his head against a pillow.

"I think I was too scared to think about how madly in love with you I am so I kept you close without admitting it," he explained, sounding like he was still sorting through his thoughts.

"You don't love me, Harry. Don't say that so I keep following you around forever, I can't do it," you shook your head.

"I'm serious," he said, looking you in the eye. "I know this is coming at a bad time."

"Then what was the point of a different sorority girl every week?" You asked.

"Distraction, maybe? I don't know. I only ever went home with you though," Harry shrugged.

"You gotta understand why I'm finding this hard to believe," you said.

"I get it. I didn't really start to realize it until you weren't around. We spend a lot of time together," he smiled softly at you. You cursed yourself when you felt your heart melt at the sight of him.

"Are you sure, H? Don't say shit like that just to say it. I'm trying really hard to be vulnerable right now," you shook your head at him. He mirrored your actions, adjusting himself so he could slide his hands up to your cheeks.

"I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm just as in love with you as you are with me," he gently moved your head while he spoke. A hesitant smile spread across your face as you looked at him. He seemed just as genuine as he always did.

"Okay," you replied simply, nodding as best as you could with Harry's hold on your face.

"Okay," he nodded back with a grin, pushing your cheeks together. He tugged your face down slowly. Your eyes closed as his lips met your pouted ones. You pulled away slightly, your hand coming to rest on his chest.

"Why didn't you say any of that before I started crying?"

"You just looked so pretty," he answered with another dimply grin.

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Wymack gives the Foxes a small speech.

Wymack locked the door behind them, buying them a minute or two before the press came looking for comments, and faced them. "When I told you this June you'd be facing Edgar Allan on your court you said there was no way you could do it. But you faced them tonight and you didn't let them push you around. You took six points from the first-ranked team in the nation. You should be pretty fucking proud of yourselves right now." "Proud of that mess?" Aaron asked, tired and annoyed. "We were destroyed." "I'm just glad it's over," Nicky said. "They're terrifying." "I'm proud," Allison said, earning a startled look from Nicky and a half- smile from Wymack. She turned a condescending sneer on Aaron, looking more like herself than she had since Seth died. "This is only your second season with us. I wouldn't expect you to understand what a game like this means." Dan nodded. "Allison's right. Losing hurts, but it's not a total loss. Last year we wouldn't have managed a single point against them. This is the strongest we've ever been, and we can only get better from here. Kevin already said it: when we meet the Ravens in semifinals we're going to knock them down a peg or two." "Well said," Wymack said. "Kevin, Neil?" "Twenty-six miles?" Neil guessed. "I've got something better in mind. Starting next week everyone's finally back in their proper spots. If you two can run a full game against Edgar Allan, you're ready to take on the rest of the season alone. Everyone else: thank you for your patience and cooperation while Kevin and Neil adjusted. Renee especially—you've been a damned good sport this year. Welcome back to goal."

Day: Friday, October 13th Time: 9:30 PM EST

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Could You Just Try To Listen?

Words: 1175

Warnings: angst, me almost forgetting about Luke's adorable dog named Roxy, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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I've been writing some angst lately. It's a lot of fun tho

My requests still are closed, vibing with life like that.

Based off of the bridge of Taylor Swift's song Sad Beautiful Tragic

Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting Silence, the train runs off its tracks Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up and for the life of us, we can't get back

Also the end being based off of Taylor's song That Was The Moment I Knew

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stared at the empty seat in front of her. He was supposed to be home over an hour ago. Where was he? She checked her phone again and saw that he still hadn't texted her back. She sighed as she turned it off. This wasn't the first time it had happened. She got up and began to clear away the table. Putting the uneaten food into containers and then cleaning the plates before placing them into the washer.

She glanced at the table as she heard the noise of her phone vibrating. She knew from the rhythm that it was a call, but she ignored it. She continued to clean up and get ready for bed. She heard her phone go off a few more times as she removed her makeup and jewelry. Changed into pajamas before she finally checked it.

6 missed calls and around 20 texts. At least had finally remembered that she existed. She still ignored him. She didn't want to deal with it. With him. She just wanted to forget about this. Forget that for the millionth time he forgot her.

So when the time came and he opened the door, Y/N just stared at the TV and continued to pet Roxy. She heard him drop his bag as he shut the door. She was silent as he walked over to her.

"Y/N, are you okay." She nodded, "You didn't call me back. Or respond to my text." She shrugged, "Y/N?"

"Do you know what today is?"

"Friday."

"So that's all it is? Just a friday?"

"Should it be more."

She scoffed as she stood up. "It's Friday October 5th." She crossed her arms, "Does that sound familiar to you Luke?"

"Y/N, I--"

"You promised me that you'd be here! And you didn't have a case, Luke! You...you what? Forgot? Got caught up? Lied?" When he didn't say anything she sighed and sat back down on the couch. "Luke, this isn't the first time even."

"What do you mean?"

She looked at him hopelessly, "We've been growing in distance. It feels like your never here and when you are it's like you're not! All it feels like is that you need me for is sex."

He sat next to her, "It's not."

She leaned her head back, letting it fall back onto the small table behind it. "I thought it would be different, you know? Different than when you were on the Fugitive Task Force. Different because we're married. But it seems like ever since that last one happened all that has happened is distance between the two of us." She lifted her head to look at him again, "You were supposed to be here today. Two weeks ago for date night. 3 weeks before that my birthday. 5 days before that my sisters engagement party." She rubbed her eyes, "Everyone was asking where you were and I had to tell them that you were at work." She looked down at her hands, "Even though you promised me you would take off to be at those events." She ran a hand though her hair, "And those are only in the past month and a half."

"So you're blaming my job?"

She scoffed, " I am not blaming you're job, I'm blaming you!"

"How is that not blaming my job, Y/N?!" He angrily stood up, "My job that helps pay the bills while you are jobless going through school! I mean, you seriously think I can be home all of the time?"

"I know that you can't Luke! But what I do fucking want is for you to keep your promises! Promises that you make to be here when it's important! I mean fuck, Luke, it's our 2nd wedding anniversary and you couldn't seem less interested!"

"We've had another anniversaries and we'll have more, it's just one!"

"One of how many, Luke? One of one? Two? Three, four, five, six, seven?!" She angrily stood up, "Did you know that if the couple is lucky enough to make it through their first year, they usually divorce at 7? Did you know that?"

When he didn't say anything she just let out a small scream and stormed to their bedroom. She didn't even grab a suitcase. Just clothes and a travel bag full of her bathroom products. She stormed out of the room with the bag and clothes in her arms. She grabbed her purse and keys before storming to the door.

That was when Luke finally spoke again. "Where're you going, Y/N?"

She stopped to look at him, "Anywhere else. I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you say it's fucking okay that you missed those things. But it's not. God only knows what everyone was thinking when you didn't show to my birthday and then at my sisters engagement. You should have been at both of those events! I kept looking at the door, waiting for you to walk through them, but you didn't. You didn't walk through them. Everyone left and all I had from you was a text saying sorry, you had a local case, but you were done. But the team was going to O'Keefe's and you were joining them."

"I asked you to join us."

She let out an exasperated sigh, "But I didn't, you know what I did do though?

He looked like he was thinking for a moment before continuing, "You weren't home that day. When I asked you, you told me you were staying at your sisters. When you came home I..."

He trailed off and she continued, "You got mad at me. Because I didn't respond. And I got mad at you for not being there. We went back and forth. Just like now." He walked over to her and tried to wrap his arms around her, but she just shrugged him off. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away. "You're not even listening, Luke. We can't just kiss and make up, it's more than that."

"Then what is it? What can I do to make it up?"

She shook her head, "I don't think you can, Luke. I've been trying to get you to notice for months now, but you haven't, not once." She ran a hand though her hair, "I think we just ran our course."

"So are you suggesting, what? We get a divorce?"

"Luke, I should have done this before. After my birthday. You should have been here and if you had, I would have been happy. This was just the tipping point." She placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it open. "I'm sorry Luke. I really am."

And as she walked out of that door, that was the moment Luke knew that she was the only person he needed. And that was the moment Luke knew that he was never going to get her back. That this really was the final moment that just pushed it over the edge.

That was the moment he knew that he should have been there.

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Recovering Life

Hey everyone, it's been a while. Around mid-October I announced my getting started on recording. And to be fair, I did get everything set up that day for it. Everything was ready to go, got my N64 controller hooked up to my computer, as Journey Through Loguo is honestly going to be built to be playable on one, although of course supporting controllers made this century!

However, what really caused this new direction in my game development (which, coincidentally, it turns out I made the first post on it in August when this all started I had no idea I was remapping so quickly) is basically life collapse. Since August, things have not been good, and honestly getting worse as it's gone on. My social life basically fell apart in August, and then as time has gone on, deaths in the family, losing my social circle at work, work *incoherent gesturing*, being bedridden for half of a month over the last two, and losing a roommate so like, how do rent?

Throughout February though, and more so now, I've felt I've finally caught a foothold and can actually start doing things again. This month is currently frantic preparation for a new roommate if we find one, but when that calms down, and I have an evening to myself, I am making my video.

I haven't spoken about it much, because honestly I haven't had time, but I have continued to learn more about Godot, mostly idle tinkering as I get ready for work. Have I mastered it? Of course not, it's been... Ugh, 7-ish months of light tinkering. But I in theory know how to do everything I plan to do with Journey Through Loguo presently.

I wanted to throw the concept art I've been doing of our protagonist, Locca, into this announcement. But in addition to the lack of time, I've only been like, halfway into the art headspace at best here, so she's just rough lineart that only kind of shows a vague idea. I'm not going to put any of that out until like, I have a face at least that is more than "outlines of eyes, nose is here, here's a mouth." I was always planning on having her concept art done after the first video anyways, because she's just going to be a little capsule at the beginning as I build the "move through the world" parts of the code first.

So, video hopefully in April, finally. Sorry for my absence, I really appreciate all the support I've received on here over the years.

#indy dev #game dev #game development #indy games #game design #devblog #indie dev #indie game #indie developer #indie game dev #indie games #indy game #Journey Through Loguo

[ilovechuuy4]

Hi! Just found your blog and your works are really cute. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do headcannons or a scenario where Ranpo and male reader go trick or treating? Maybe causing some mischief too lol. Feel free to ignore! :)

A/N: sorry if this took so much longer than it intended I was also working in part two of Horror Movies w Bsd boys! But I really hope you enjoy!! (I've also decided to add scenario at the bottom for you! :3) also I wasn't sure if you wanted to be boyfriends in this or not but I did put cute boyfriend things! I'm very sorry if you don't like it or if Ranpo are ooc!

Tw; none I think other than hectic chaos but not really (also m! Reader)

Ranpo Headcanons 🍭

•Ranpo is the one to dress up well and match Halloween costumes with you

• Ranpo would want to dress as witches together or cat and mouse (just cute matching outfits for trick or treating)

• Even if Ranpo is 22, he would still go trick or treating because of the candy and to spend time with you

• Expect multiple I mean MULTIPLE cheek kisses and long hugs when taking breaks from walking house to house.

• If you didnt want to go trick or treating ranpo would for sure pitch a fit but soon enough if your didnt agree to go he would let in and your stay home and watch movies and just get candy from a gas station

• Def cuddles you after the very long night of trick or treating and rubs your legs

• He would want you to praise him on how good his outfit was and how well he was doing getting the candy etc.

• After trick or treating TUNS I mean LOADS of cuddles he wouldn't care if you were tired he wants to cuddle you none the less

Scenario❦ 🍭

A Ranpo E. X M! Reader

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The Hectic Halloween night ᰔᩚ

It was around 7pm on the 31st of October, it was sorta last minutes but you and Ranpo decided to go trick or treating together. "Oh cmon! Hurry hurry! What if the houses run out of the candy??" Ranpo urged, he was like an impatient child. Y'all were going as two witches it was simple and fun for a last minute option. "One minute Ranpo I'm trying to find the bags because knownjng you, you want to run around the entire neighborhoods" the other male spoke, grabbing multiple bags for the fest if trick or treating that was about to happen.

One the two males had gotten ready, they were off into the night dressed as silly little witches. Skipping through the neighborhoods knocking on the doors trick or treating. It had already been an hour or so of trick or treating and causing chaos like ding ding ditching, it was 8:30pm now. The two of y'all were sitting on the curb of a side walk catching yall's breathe. "Soo, how many bags of candy do we have!~" The brunette asked, he was so excited that his boyfriend(or boy best friend!) wanted to go trick or treating with him!!

Because well usually Fukuzawa would go with hin like a father of course, but now since he had the most perfect boy, he enjoyed it even more. "We have a couple of bags, maybe two or three" you responded to Ranpo, your response made Ranpo light up he was SUPER excited.

Ranpo stands from the curb and helps you along with him. "Well, let's go home the, sugar!" Ranpo said happily with a gliming smile on his face. Y'all had about two and a half bags of candy as y'all walk home, it was around 9pm now. Y'all arrive home, kicking off your shoes and taking off the witch hats y'all wore the night. An exhausted sigh escaping your mouth as you rest your head down on Ranpo's chest. Ranpo gently embraced you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close. "I think this was a success, what do you think, sugar?" He spoke to you with a bright smile, he loved you so much it was crazy. "Yeah, it was extremely successful, dear. You did really good." You spoke with a smile. The praise you gave Ranpo made him squeeze you in the embarce a bit tighter

"Maybe we should go cuddle in bed? and sort through the candy later tomorrow" you asked the brunette with a gentle smile, your question made Ranpo give a delightful nod. "Yes! Let's go! I'd love to cuddle in bed with my handsome boyfriend!" Ranpo was practically jumping up and down as he ran to the bedroom, your hand in his. Y'all then slipped under the warm covers, Ranpo was holding you close to his chest. "Oh Sugar, I love you, you know that right?" Ranpo spoke softly, he knew you was tired so he figured to keep hai voice down.

"Of course I know you love me, and I love you too dear, more than anything" you said with a soft smile, cuddling close to Ranpo and then slowly falling asleep. Nice and snug close to your boyfriend. Ranpo was running his fingers through your smooth (h/c) hair, kissing you're for head softly.

Ranpo was humming soft songs to lull you to sleep, which surprisingly worked, you were fast asleep against Ranpo. His arms wrapped around you as you were lulled to sleep. "Good night my world.."

༺ღ༒ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ༒ღ༻

𝑨/𝑵: this actually took so much less time than I thought but I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I tried my best to keep ranpo in character! But thank you a lot for the request!

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bsd #halloween #trick or treat #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x reader #bsd ranpo #bungou stray dogs ranpo #edogawa ranpo #x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #first ask #headcanons #ask #fanfic #fanfiction

[tokkias]

october 20th will mark the one year anniversary from when i posted my first ever (well. second ever on a technicality but i don't think the one i wrote in 2015 counts) nalu fic and it feels like a million years and also no time at all? like in less than a year i have published 61 fics totaling to nearly 200k for one ship. is that not fucking bonkers?

i'd like to do something special for it because i'm actually less busy this half of the trimester and i had some more ideas for that au so i thought maybe it'd be cute to expand on it, but i actually already have a fic ready for day 22 of kinktober and i'm wary of posting too much these days, so i'm not sure i'll go through with it.

but yeah, it's been a pretty wild year. i know we like to joke about "the fic authors curse" but since october last year my dad had cancer, my last grandparent died, my uncle died of a brain tumor, i experienced a lot of health issues (mental and physical), i quit my terrible shitty job, i cried a lot over school and i went through a period where i was genuinely convinced that i would not be graduating this year. through all the shit life has thrown my way i've always been able to come back around to nalu and to create a lot of things i'm really proud of which have had the bonus of making a lot of you guys happy too.

i received a lot of hate, probably more than any other fandom i've been in, which i suppose that comes with also having the biggest audience of any fandom i've been in, but i've also received a lot of love to and i don't think i could express how grateful i am for that. i've made a lot of friends, i've had so much love and support shown my way and i'm so thankful for both of those things.

so thank you again. it's been fun and i'm gonna keep at it for as long as i can.

#mya's mumbles #sorry this was meant to be like one paragraph but you know me #ever unable to shut my mouth

[666writingcafe]

Lesson 20.5

Author's Note: So, season two. A great follow up to season one as far as I am concerned. However, there is one issue that I have with the original version, which is that Diavolo (and to a lesser extent Solomon) keeps very important information away from MC until the last possible second. For those who have gone through the season, you'll know what I'm talking about.

So, the reason for this "half-lesson" is so that I can resolve this issue that I have with the original season. Obviously, you do not have to accept this into your personal canon if you don't want to.

With that out of the way, the half-lesson is below the cut.

Diavolo

It's been a rather boring day. There's been so much paperwork that has needed my attention that Barbatos has practically chained me to my office chair so that I can complete it in a timely fashion. Don't worry; I told him to do everything in his power to make sure I didn't get distracted. Plus, he has provided food and drink at reasonable intervals, and he has instructed me to stretch every so often.

So, when Barbatos enters my office, I think nothing of it. However, that changes quickly when he states,

"My lord, you might want to hear this." Before I have a chance to reply, he pulls out his D.D.D. and taps his screen a few times. Once he's done, a voice message begins playing.

Hi, Barbatos. This is MC. I'm not sure if you'll get this message, given that I'm in an entirely different realm, but if you do, please call me back as soon as possible. There are catastrophic things happening in the human world, and I think I might be causing them.

"I take it that MC trumps paperwork?" I ask. Barbatos nods his head. Wordlessly, he taps his screen a couple more times, and soon I can hear ringing emanating from the phone.

"Would it be offensive for me to say 'thank god'?" MC asks from the other end of the line.

"Not in this context, no," Barbatos answers. "You are on speaker."

"Who's with you?"

"I am," I respond. "Barbatos and I are in my office."

"I see," MC replies. "I know you and I aren't exactly on the best of terms, but I really need your help. I figured you were busy, hence why I called Barbatos."

"Just doing paperwork. So, what exactly is going on?" MC sighs.

"I've been having nightmares. They don't allow me to get much rest. I feel like a zombie."

"What are they about?" Barbatos asks.

"I don't know for sure, since I'm not able to see much other than bright flashes of light. I always end up feeling enraged during these nightmares, and there's a lot of yelling that occurs."

"That doesn't sound pleasant," I tell MC.

"At first, I thought that maybe it was a side effect of medicine I've been taking, but then I've noticed a pattern. There's been an increase of natural disasters that have occurred in the human world. On the days that those disasters get reported, I've had that nightmare the previous night."

"Forgive me for saying this, MC, but that could just be coincidence," Barbatos states.

"Not when it's happened over 50 times. I've kept track. I have three notebooks full."

"Of just events in the human world?"

"Not exactly. There's plenty of nights that I've had that exact dream, but nothing gets reported. So, initially I had your reaction, but then I realized that there are two other realms that could be affected as well." Barbatos and I exchange glances. There has been an uptick in unexplained phenomena that has been occurring in the Devildom recently. In fact, that's what a fair chunk of this paperwork is about.

"Do you have those notebooks near you?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Do you have dates written down?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. I'm going to give you some dates, and I want you to tell me if they're in your notebook. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Februrary seventh." Paper rustling.

"Yes."

"March twenty-sixth."

"Yes."

"April twelfth."

"Yes." Barbatos' eyes widen, which concerns me. He's usually the more composed one.

"September first." More paper rustling.

"Yes."

"October eighteenth."

"Yes."

"Okay." I pause, unsure how to proceed. "MC, this is serious." Several seconds of silence.

"Alright," MC finally responds. It almost sounds like they're trying not to cry. "I see. Well." More silence. "I know that Devildom history is much better documented than what's up here, so maybe either one of you can tell me if there's ever been someone like me before."

"No," Barbatos quickly answers. "Humans have had connections with angels and demons for millennia, but those connections have always been separate until now. If a human is involved with angels, then they don't mix with demons, and vise versa. You are the only one that I'm aware of that has both angel and demon marks on your body. That's the first thing that sets you apart.

"The second thing is the source of your pact marks. There have certainly been humans that have pacts with a lot more demons than you, but usually those pacts are with lower level demons. If they do have pacts with demons in our position, it's usually with one or two. Three's usually a stretch, but it has happened. In those situations, however, the human doesn't survive much past the date that the third pact is made. Their body is simply too weak to handle that much power.

"Before you, the only human that I thought might have been able to survive that many pacts would be Solomon, but everyone else has their reservations, hence why he only has two pacts with higher-level demons: myself and Asmodeus.

"You are the first human in our history that has pacts with all seven Avatars, and you've managed to remain intact. That suggests an immense amount of power that has never been documented in a human before. You could very well be creating an instability in the fabric of the universe that is causing these things to happen."

"Thanks, Barbatos," MC snidely remarks.

"I apologize," I tell MC. "Barbatos can be rather blunt at times." I briefly pause. "Here's what we'll do: I'll have Barbatos reach out to Solomon and tell him to pick you up. Your first stop will actually be to the Celestial Realm to investigate if similar events are occuring up there that are happening in our realms and that match any of your missing dates."

"And how exactly are we going to get up there?"

"Simeon. I leave that responsibility to Solomon. He should be smart enough to know that he needs to talk to him first. The three of you will probably rendezvous somewhere close to you."

"What about Luke? When he finds out that Simeon is meeting up with me, he'll want to tag along."

"Leave that to Simeon. He's basically the boy's guardian; I'm sure he'll come up with a reasonable story."

"True. So, I'm assuming we're going to the Devildom once we're done in the Celestial Realm?"

"Yes. All four of you. It'll raise less suspicion. We'll figure out our next steps once you arrive."

"Please don't tell the brothers about this," MC instructs. "It'll only make things worse."

"You have my word."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me brothers #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me side characters #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me belphie #obey me barbatos #obey me belphegor #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me solomon #obey me lord diavolo #obey me luke

[pxrxcxa]

Opposite Ends

Chapter Three - A Shock And A Low Roll

C1 | C2 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Four is out now!, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 3.1k word count

Chapter warnings | Mention of drug use & female period.

Any & All comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | As always, if you've read this far down than thank you so much & I hoped you enjoyed it, let me know if you want chapters that include both Y/N & Eddies point of view, I just don't want the chapters to be too long but I've just got so much to write! All feedback is welcome, Take care Sunflower 🌻 P. x

Y/N | October 1985

"Come onnnnn" Dustin yelled from the front door. I had barely slung my bag off my shoulder, exhausted from my after-school shift at the Family Video, watching Steve work his sweaty moves on high school seniors. He swore his charms were irresistible, but I was yet to see it work on any of the air headed bimbos that gathered, giggling in the 'romance' section. My room was still a mess from the whirlwind off chaos I created this morning in my haste to get ready, outfits that didn't make the cut were strewn across my floor and my homework-turned-makeup desk was scattered with expensive skin care products. I dropped my bag onto my futon and flopped onto my unmade bed. 

"Ugh." I groaned as something stabbed into my back, pulling my carelessly discard hairbrush out from under me I tossed it into the abyss that was my bedroom. I flinched as my door was flung open against the wall, scowling in the general direction of the commotion. 

"What the hell are you doing? We're going to be late." Dustin swore. His fuzzy hair spilled out from beneath his cap as he gaped at me, his jaw hanging wide as he took in my comfortable position. 

"Language Dusty!" Our mother called in distance, banging and clanging pots around as she prepared a burnt- but loved filled - dinner. I made a mental note to pick up something from the store later to avoid the inevitable food poisoning guaranteed if I attended another family meal. We normally ate on our own when we wanted. Given all of our conflicting schedules, shared meals usually consisted of rushed greetings in the hallway with half eaten pieces of toast shoved in our mouths. But now and again mom would read a self-help book for single mothers and insist we act as a normal, functioning family for a night. 

"Water skiing, clearly." I retorted, he sighed at my obvious sarcasm and chucked my windbreaker, that was draped over my chair, at me. 

"Get dressed you useless thing, we're going to be late. 5 minuets or I'm driving your car. Or worse, I'll get Max to drive." I flinched at the memory of our near-death experience as Mad Max showed us why she deserved that name, I swear Steve still got flashbacks. 

"Late for what?" I feigned innocently as I untied my shoelaces, half hoping he'd changed his mind about Hellfire and Eddie. 

"5 minuets!" He screeched, slamming the door shut behind him. The photos that adorned my walls, baring the evidence of my tedious childhood, rattled as the bedroom door slowed to a standstill. 

I pegged my sneaker at the quickly closed door, knocking off the battered calendar that hung there. I groaned as I rolled off my bed, facing the unescapable. It was bad enough that I had to endure Eddie during school hours, in a place that I legally had to be, let alone voluntarily subjecting myself to his presence. But it was either I left Dustin, Lucas and Mike alone to face the bad-influence-guaranteed-to-corrupt-freshman’s that was Edward Munson or be the pillar of stubbornness that ensured tonight was about DnD and only about DnD. 

While I was sure that Eddie wouldn’t be able to let it slip to Dustin what I got up to in my recreational time while I was around, I didn’t put it past him to try after what he pulled at school today, but I figured if he opened his mouth, I could shove something in it before he went too far. The fact my motives were entirely selfish based wasn’t lost on me, but I was also genuinely looking out for Dustin and his friends. It wasn’t below Eddie to sell to freshmen. I had walked past far too many 14-year-olds puking into the unfortunate rose bushes that adorned the south wall of administration building at school, after smoking more weed than what they were used to, which was none. Eddie was single handedly responsible for all of Hawkins Highs students’ marijuana addiction in his six years of high school, well, apart from mine maybe. But one Henderson with a drug dependence was enough.

The reminder made me scowl as I ripped my uniform off over my head, if I wanted my own habit to continue, I was going to have to endure even more of his presence. I flipped through the roster of my acquaintances in my head, trying to imagine if any of them could hook me up. Doubtful, Eddie had cornered the drug market in Hawkins. I could probably rope Steve into going to Eddie for me, he was no stranger to the scene, we had smoked up plenty of times together at one of his famous parties back when he was king of Hawkins High, and I was another air headed cheerleader – before we were actually friends, ironically enough. But he would probably get suspicious if he was picking up for me once a week and rat me out to the rest of the gang. I had barely escaped Robin’s and Max’s suspicious line of questioning after Eddie’s outburst. I had shrugged them off and said I had no clue what he was talking about. Robin had seemed to believe me, that was one of the perks of her being so gullible sometimes, but Max didn’t look convinced one bit. But she had respected me and left me alone after that, trusting that I would talk to her when I wanted to. If I wanted to. 

I examined my body in the full-length mirror leaning against the corner of my room, I had stripped down to my underwear. My fingertips caressed the angry pink scar that stretched across my abdomen along my left hip, I had acquired it the night of the fire. Lost in my own thoughts, my hands began to tremble.  

The sound of my car spluttering to life brought me back to existence. Pulling on the nearest pair of jeans and throwing a sweater over my head, not bothering to see if they matched. “Geez this kids gotta get his ego in check.” I muttered to the empty room, quickly sparking up a leftover joint sitting in the ashtray on my bedside table and puffing it down to the roach. Waving my hands to waft the smoke out the only window in my bedroom, I quickly grabbed my purse from my bookbag and jogged out the door, hastily pulling on sneakers as I stumbled off balance into the hallway. 

“Hey where are you guys off to in such a rush, I’m making dinn-” Mom questioned as I rushed past the kitchen, she held a stirring spoon in one hand and a pan with something blackened in it, in the other. 

“School!” I shouted back, not bothering to mention Hellfire. By the time I stopped and explained, Dustin would have had my car rolling out of the driveway. Her complaints muted as the front door slammed behind me and I sped across our freshly mown lawn. 

“About freaking time.” Dustin whined, already situated in the passenger seat, a book with drawings and notes peeking out of the sides of it, sitting on his lap. Thankfully he had already turned the heat in the car on. I rubbed my hands together and turned the fans down from full force, sliding the car into reverse. 

“You know you could be grateful. Since you’re a highschooler and all, should you really need your sister to chauffeur you around?” I pretended to criticise, looking over my shoulder as I rolled down our angled driveway. 

“If you recall, I had a lift. You just didn’t approve of them.” He seemed to know better than to mention Eddie by name. The sun was well and truly setting now, sending a brilliant streak of orange across the horizon. Beautiful but blinding, I pulled my sun visor down and my eyes flittered up to view the polaroid that was pinned there, a photo of Steve, Robin and I on our first day at Family Video together. Smiling from ear to ear after Robin had convinced Keith to hire Steve to attract more female clientele.

“Dustin to Lucas, come in Lucas. We are T-minus 5 away.” He pushed down on a button on his walkie as it crackled. 

“We’re picking up Lucas?” I asked disbelievingly. I didn’t mind, I cared about everyone in the group like they were my own siblings, but I was just looking for a reason to be mad. 

“Yep! And Mike. Hey!” He cried as my eyebrows creased together, “You wanted to drive, that’s why I told you to hurry up.” Shaking his head at me, pulling some snacks from his backpack. I turned my head to hide my grin, laughing at the fact he clearly had the same idea as me after discovering that mom intended on cooking tonight. 

“Yeah well, you’ll thank me one day when you’re old enough to understand.” I retorted. Old enough to know about everything that happened the night of the fire, and why I battled my demons the way I did. I finished my sentence silently. 

He rolled his eyes at my cryptic wisdom and pulled his walkie back to his mouth to signal Mike of our imminent arrival. 

Fifteen minutes later, or fifteen minutes past seven as Dustin so cynically pointed out, the boys were settled in the backseat of my beat-up Ford Escort chattering excitedly about their plans for the evening. Debating about how good of a dungeon master they thought Eddie was. The sun had well and truly set by the time I pulled into the now almost empty school car park. The interaction with Jason from this morning popped back into my head. Only the cheerleaders bothered showing up for basketball practise, the rest of school -who actually had lives- only attended games. My heart didn't squeeze with longing anymore as I watched Chrissy and a junior I didn't know skip into the gym waving their pompoms above their head, that was a different time in my life, a different version of myself, in another universe that would be me linking arms with Chrissy getting ready to cheer on the team. I thanked my lucky stars it wasn't. I payed attention as I drove into a spot close to the entrance, preparing for a quick getaway if needed. 

“Kay thanks, see you at nine!” Dustin threw my way, quickly sliding out of the car before I even came to a full stop. Mike and Lucas muttered appreciations from the backseat and followed suit. But I killed the engine and jumped out from my side. All three boys froze on the sidewalk and turned to face me. 

“What’re you doing?” Dustin questioned me whilst I pulled my jumped tighter around me, it was unseasonably cold for Autumn and the chilly night air had an unfamiliar bite to it. 

“Coming with you obviously.” The moonlight starting to seep through the clouds reflected off their confused faces.

“B-but girls don’t play DnD.” Stammered Lucas. Mike nodded along vigorously with him.

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t have to break that news to you boys. You really thought I was going to leave you alone with him if I wasn’t going to let him drive you? Also, what am I supposed to do, sit in the car for two hours while you guys get your nerd on? Come on, I’m not going to argue about it out here. I’m freezing.” 

I shouldered through them heading towards the unlocked doors, before giving any of them a chance to dispute me. The darkened hallways were eerily creepy at night, missing its usual sounds of slamming lockers and rushed conversation’s shared between classes, each student shouting over each other, fighting for attention. It reminded me of Hawkins High in the upside down, minus the slimy black tentacles and white particles swirling around of course. I shuddered the thought away and hurried my pace, my feet taking me to my destination before my mind could catch up to where we were going. I started to question myself how and why I knew where Eddie hosted his stupid club when Mikes towering figure slammed into my back after my sudden stop. God that kid had really shot up over the summer. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He muttered, but the boy’s attention was no longer on me. Golden light seeped out from the closed door on our left. Hellfire Club was hosted in the drama/theatre room, as evidenced by the stage lights, curtains and props cluttering the outskirts of the room we cautiously made our way into now. Lit candles adorned practically every surface, throwing dancing shadows across Eddies face. He sat at the head of a dusty table on – what I could only describe as a throne – with a four paged book of some sort propped up right in front of him on the tabletop. The rest of the club lined the walls, watching our arrival like they had been waiting for an eternity. The entire setting was unnerving, sending a shiver up my spine. I debated dragging the kids by the scruffs of their necks back to the car, kicking and screaming aside, when Eddie spoke up. 

“This is Hellfire Club Henderson, not baby-sitting club.” His eyes did not leave his hands as he twisted his rings around. Unsure which Henderson he was referring to, I stepped forward. 

“Good thing I’m not baby-sitting then.” I shot back; his head snapped up at me. His abnormally dark eyes meeting mine with piqued interest. 

“I remember extending an invitation to trialling members only.” One of the boys behind me made a dejected sound, probably at the use of the word ‘trialling’. Undoubtedly Dustin, he had thought their affiliation with the club was a done deal. Eddie stood up quickly, sending his chair toppling backwards, he only ignored it as he made his way over to me. “So pray tell Henderson, what brings you here?” He questioned, cocking his head slightly to the left, his long curls bouncing with the movement. 

Damn, this was his domain. I had no power here, and if I didn’t play nice, he was going to throw me out. I didn’t blame him if he did, after my constant insolence towards him in Calculus over the past four years I would have done the same thing. 

“I uhh-“ His eyes bored unflinchingly into mine, in the back of my mind I took notice that this was the closest I had ever been to Eddie, with his face inches from mine, I could see that his eyes weren’t just so brown that they were practically black, but they had yellow – almost golden – flecks sprinkled throughout his iris’s, probably why they always seemed to catch the light, no matter how dark the room he was standing in was. “I’m here to join Hellfire to.” It was the quickest – albeit lamest – excuse I could come up with that I didn’t think he’d expect, and I was right. A brief flicker of surprise flashed across his face before his carefully contracted mask retook its place. 

He appraised me a minuet, holding two fingers up when Gareth opened his mouth to object. I stared back daringly, willing him to see nothing but truth reflected on my face. After what felt like an eternity, he grinned. Extending a large hand out to me. 

“Welcome to Hellfire.” My stomach knotted at his words, feeling like I was betraying every decision I had planned to stick by tonight.

I couldn’t believe how animated Eddie was, not that I hadn’t seen others have a similar reaction to DnD, I’d spent probably months of my life listening to Dustin and his friends have excited screaming matches over the number on the dice they rolled, while Nancy and I flipped through cheesy magazines on her bed, staring at perfect sun kissed models and comparing them to our own bodies, this was before I had grown closer to Steve of course – and further away from Nancy as a result, it was hard to listen to her rant about her ex-boyfriend when said ex was one of my new best friends.

No, I wasn’t surprised because of DnD, it was because I had never seen Eddie be so passionate about, well anything really. It was a shame the game wasn’t a class in school, I was sure that for the first time Eddie would receive top marks that would rival my own. 

“That’s... a... miss.” He shook with laughter as the group groaned with dismay, it had been a universal decision that I should sit this campaign out so I could watch and learn given I had never played before. And watch I did. The tough-I-don’t-care-about-anything demeanour melted away without him meaning to, in fact I hadn’t realised it was a façade at all until tonight. Bright smiles that spread from ear to ear never once left his face as he tussled his hair and swung his hands about excitedly, his infectious laugh rubbing off on everyone in the room except for me. Just because he wasn’t actually a total jerk that cared about nothing didn’t automatically make him a good guy. He must have felt my eyes locked on his face because he turned to meet my gaze like he suddenly remembered I was there, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks as his guarded mask slid easily back into place. Perhaps he thought I was judging him, which technically I guess I was, I hadn’t been smiling as I stared at him so I could see why it looked that way. I gasped and crossed my legs. 

“Oh.” I panted, Eddies eyebrows disappeared into his bangs as he glared at me curiously, the others slowing turning towards me as well. “We have to go now!” Well that explained the moods swings. 

“What!” Yelled Dustin. “We’re almost to the end!” 

“Yeah! We just need to roll a 20 for a crit hit!” Chimed in Lucas. There wasn’t a worse situation I could imagine myself being trapped in; stuck with Edward Munson at night, no feminine products on me and being the only girl in the room, there was no help coming. Dustin wouldn’t understand what I meant even if I had hit him with a sign that had the words ‘I’ve got my period’ painted on it, it couldn’t have picked a worse time to arrive.

I looked back at Eddie pleadingly, the fact that I faced him with something other than strong loathing in my eyes must have told him something was seriously wrong, even if he hadn’t clued on to the fact that my monthly’s had arrived. He nodded at me. 

“It’s okay, go. I’ll drive them home.” There wasn’t time to argue with his offer, though I did manage a mumbled ‘thanks’ through stubborn lips. Throwing a quick thank you prayer to a God I wasn’t even sure that I believed in, that I had grabbed black jeans and not white to get dressed in this afternoon, as I rushed back to my car, laughing at my quick getaway plan when I remembered where I parked. I fumbled with my keys in the snippy night air, the silver moon now well and truly shining down through the clouds, before sliding into the driver’s seat and pushing my battered Ford as fast as it would go to the nearest gas station.

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Inga lay on her bed, staring out the open window at the moonlight, contemplating her curtains which were blowing in the breeze. The curtains were different in each room, even though many of the rooms here looked similar otherwise. She dozed in and out, not quite dreaming.

“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss.

“I’ll tell you when I change my mind,” she replied.

She woke up from the wind gusting in through the window, and tried to convince herself that she was remembering a dream, nothing more.  That was all. She knew it wasn’t true, but she still tried to convince herself of that.

There was another gust of wind, and a letter landed in her lap. She opened it quickly.

October 18th, 1865

Dear Inga,

Good news! The ship I'm on is making excellent time, and I should be in Arendelle in less than two days. I'm quite looking forward to seeing everything you've been planning, but most of all, seeing you. I hope you're feeling better now, but please don't feel like you need to pretend you're feeling well just for my sake. 

Love,

Henry

Inga smiled at the letter, but started crying as she looked outside. She still wasn't feeling any better, and at this point she wasn’t sure if Henry would be disappointed coming to visit, no matter what he said to the contrary. 

Perhaps the doctor could give her something to settle her stomach. The doctor would stop by in the morning, so she needed to sleep as much as she could before then.

***

Anna sat with Kristoff at breakfast, looking out at the town preparations for the Harvest Festival.  

"Is Inga still not feeling well?" Kristoff asked with concern. 

"She was working herself too hard the past few weeks, so I've been making her rest for the last few days. Hopefully she'll be feeling better before Henry gets here, since he's the whole reason she's been putting quite this much effort into the preparations."

"Well, I just hope it's nothing serious," he sighed.  The last thing they needed was the worry of their children getting seriously ill.  Luck and isolation had been on their side avoiding a lot of outbreaks, but he never quite felt secure about that.

"Nobody else in the family has gotten sick, and nobody in town seems to have anything, so I think she just needs to take better care of herself.  I wish she'd eat more, though. Gerda says that Oline tells her that Inga has refused everything except for toast and butter."

"I'm sure she'll be hungry enough in a few days," Kristoff smirked.

"Oh, when Henry gets here," Anna glared at him.

"Well, I should go find Frederick and Anton and Peder now. They're going to take the wagon out and bring down some pumpkins from the farm a few miles out of town."

“Send them with something nice from the kitchen to bring to the pumpkin farm. There should be some good pastries ready." Anna stood up and kissed him before starting to get herself ready for the day.

***

“I’ll tell you when I change my mind,” Inga told Henry, kissing him again.

Henry pulled away from the kiss once more, looked at the door, and back to her. “It’s getting late, maybe-”

“Nobody will be looking for me,” Inga interrupted him quickly, not thinking about her words, “not until lunchtime, probably, and Gerda selected this dress because she knows I can get out of it on my own.”

“Can you?” he said, his voice cracking suddenly.

Inga realized what she had just said, setting the painting down on the nightstand safely.  “Oh, I mean… Not that I… Well, I can, of course.”

He stood in front of her, completely still, his eyes wide.  “I- you-”

She kissed him. “I don’t want to leave, not right now.  I know I’m not supposed to, but… but nobody knows we’re here, and nobody suspects anything. And-”

Inga stared at the ceiling, half awake.  She slowly forced herself to sit up, and watched as the sun rose.  There were a few ships arriving, but the light hadn't yet hit the fjord at this hour so she couldn’t see any details. She had hoped she would be feeling well enough this morning to cancel the doctor's visit, but she had no such luck today. 

She cleaned herself up and made herself decent enough for the doctor, but she supposed there was no point in dressing up all that much.  She hadn’t really eaten the day before aside from some toast, so her stomach wasn’t bothering her very much, but she was still so tired, and something just seemed… off.

She looked out the window into the courtyard, and could see her brothers taking the wagon across the bridge. It was already time to get the pumpkins. She wanted to be with them helping, but now she wasn’t even sure if she would be able to show Henry around. She looked at herself. She didn’t look like the girl Henry painted, but she wasn’t always sure if she really looked like that girl. 

The doctor knocked at exactly the time she had asked him to arrive.  Inga opened the door.  He was a kind old man, and had been the royal family’s physician for quite some time now, well before she was born, when her mother was a little girl.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” the doctor greeted her.

“Doctor,” Inga acknowledged him.

“I got your note yesterday.  Are you not feeling well?” 

“I haven’t been feeling very well, no,” Inga told him as she sat on the edge of her bed.  “My mother thinks I was just working too hard the past few weeks, but it’s not just that I’m tired.  If I eat anything besides toast, I get sick.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been feeling this way?”

“On and off for a few weeks,” she told him, “pretty much since I took on the extra work for the planning last month.”

“I see,” he nodded.  “And how was your summer? You don’t get many scrapes or bruises any more, so I almost never see you these days.”

“It was a nice summer,” she smiled, “I suppose it was good that I didn’t have to do any of the planning for my birthday party, it might have worn me down entirely too much.”

“I suppose that’s a possibility,” the doctor muttered, beginning to look in her eyes and ears.  “May I see your throat?”

Inga obliged. 

“This all looks fine, though of course you haven’t complained of any kind of cough,” he said when he was done looking into her mouth.  “May I ask if you’re wearing a corset? I need to feel your stomach.”

“No, I’m not,” Inga replied. “I haven’t really eaten since yesterday, so it’s not feeling too bad today.”

“I see,” he hummed, poking and prodding a bit.

“I hope I’ll be feeling well enough this week,” she continued, not really sure if he was expecting small talk.

“Of course, you’ve been helping organize that,” he replied.  “And, I hope it’s not forward of me to ask, but I believe you have plans of getting married?”

“The engagement should be official soon,” Inga said, trying to ignore the continued poking and prodding. “Henry's going to be arriving soon with a letter from his grandfather.”

“This is the young prince from Corona, I assume?” the doctor said, finished with his prodding.

Inga nodded. 

“If I might ask a delicate question, have your menses been regular?”

Inga realized she hadn’t put much thought into that lately.  “I suppose not, but again, I have been rather busy.”

“Indeed?”  The doctor stepped back a moment and turned to his bag, looking for something as he continued speaking.  “You mentioned your engagement.  Has your mother, or… someone… discussed marital relations with you?”

“Sort of, and I've read some books about it.  Why?” she asked.

The doctor turned around.  “If you will permit me, I would like to examine more thoroughly now.  If you could remove any underthings and lie back.”

“Oh, I suppose, if you need,” Inga hemmed, but complied with the doctor’s request. He said nothing as he examined her.  

“Thank you, you can sit up again,” he told her. 

He was looking at his bag but didn’t seem to have any particular thing he was looking for while she got her undergarments back on.  

“So, what do you think it is?” she asked absentmindedly.  He turned around and was frowning, looking very seriously at her.

“Inga, have you… spent much time alone with the young man you are promised to?”

***

The sound of a polka came through the windows from the courtyard down below.

“There,” Inga said as she pulled off her shift, “now you have a proper model. What should I do first?” 

Henry sat on the bed with his notebook and stared, wide-eyed. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know, you told me,” Inga giggled.  “You didn’t get to work from live models in Paris.”

“I mean… I’ve never really…” Henry took a deep breath. “I’ve never even kissed anyone else.”

Inga realized what he meant. “Oh, um, well I haven’t, either. I mean, I suppose I’m not supposed to, not really, of course…  Are you going to draw me or not?”

“I don’t know if I could draw anything right now,” he confessed.  She noticed the tip of his pencil shaking a little.

Inga walked over. “Should I get dressed, then?”

“No. I mean- no- yes… no…” He covered his face.

Inga pulled at his hands, pulling him back. “Here,” she said, undoing his collar, “this looks tight.”

“What?” he asked.

Inga kissed him before he could ask more. His hands began to trace down her back as she began to unbutton his shirt.

***

Inga paused before answering the doctor’s question.

“We’ve been alone, yes,” she admitted. “Why are you asking me this?” 

“I’m asking you this because everything you’ve told me as well as what I’ve seen would seem to indicate pregnancy.  If this is not a possibility, I need to know.  If it is, in fact, a possibility, you need to know.”

Inga stood stunned, catching her balance on the edge of the bed. 

“I’ve known your family for a long time, and I do not share secrets,” he said, hinting at a deeper meaning, “but I believe this is one that you will need to tell someone.”

The doctor closed up his bag and looked at her with his eyes full of pity.  “I can send someone up here right now,” he said, “or not, that is up to you, Your Highness.”

“I think I’d like to be alone,” she told him.  

“Very well.  I will be in the castle kitchen for the next hour, if you need to find me,” he told her gently. “Your Highness.”

Inga sank to the floor as he left, not noticing the sound of the door closing. 

This should have been obvious. It's what can happen, she knew this.  How did she think she would be any different? She grabbed a pillow from the bed to muffle her sobs.  What would her parents think?  She wasn’t supposed to be careless like this.  That wasn’t who she was.  

What would Henry think?

She did her best to rise from the floor.

***

The royal physician sighed as he went into the kitchen of the castle. It was a familiar place for him, having been one of the few outside people allowed inside the castle for many years, he knew the family and many of their secrets. Something would work out for the princess; somehow something would work out.

“Excuse me, sir, I mean, doctor…” 

It was the maid who had brought him the note from the princess.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Are you here to see Her Highness?” she asked.

“I’ve already seen her, in fact. You are her maid, are you not?” 

“I am. How is she doing? I was hoping to bring her breakfast, though she hasn’t had much of an appetite lately.”

“Perhaps you should go see her,” he suggested.

***

Henry breathed in the crisp fall air as the ship sailed into the fjord from the open sea. They were early, and he was bound and determined to surprise Inga. He was almost giddy with nervous excitement, pacing back and forth along the deck.  

James would take care of seeing that most of his things were ready, but he had his sketchbook with him. He made a few quick sketches of the fjord, trying to spot the places he had been on previous visits. He flipped back through the pages, finding some of the sketches of Inga he had made during the summer, and before that, the many sketches he had based on the photograph from the year before. Usually, he would sketch only her, but sometimes he would sketch her more as she appeared in the photo, surrounded by the large family, holding the baby. 

After what felt to him like an eternity, the ship docked at the harbor, and he almost ran down the gangway to the quay. He tried to act calm as he hurried to the castle, pausing to look around the market square, which was nearly empty except for a few people preparing for the Harvest Festival. It was early, perhaps he could surprise Inga. 

The halls of the castle were nearly empty, though Henry saw one older man, not obviously a servant, entering a door to go to the kitchen, but Henry was fairly certain nobody saw him. He got to Inga's door and immediately knocked, too excited to think through any sort of elaborate plan beyond rushing in to surprise her. Maybe it was early enough that he could wake her, though he wouldn’t hope for more on this day, at least, with so many people coming and going.

The door wasn't latched, and swung open with his knocking. Inga was sitting on her bed, staring out the window.

She turned around and smiled.

“Henry?  Are you really here?” 

He ran over and sat next to her, kissing her briefly.  

“The ship got in early,” he told her.  “I didn’t want to get your hopes up if we didn’t get here today.”

“I’m hardly even dressed,” she told him.

Henry realized she was in a dressing gown. 

“I don’t care, I mean… you know…” he gave a bit of a smile. 

She started crying, burying her face in a pillow.

“Inga… what’s wrong?”

She was still sobbing, so he laid down next to her. She kept sobbing as he put his arms around her, and she buried her face in his coat. James would probably have a word over the coat getting dirty, but never mind that.  Henry wondered if something had happened to someone in her family.  Perhaps it had been too quiet this morning.  Inga continued crying as she grasped him, heaving and trembling in his arms.

“Inga, please, you’re starting to scare me,” he pleaded. “Are you sick? Is someone in your family ill?”

She looked up again.  “Henry… about last summer…”

“I’ve got the letter from my grandfather. They can’t change their word on that. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“No, I haven’t changed my mind. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t now…”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.  As quiet as the words were, he felt like he’d been punched in the gut.  He held her tighter, not sure what he could actually say.  

“Wh-” he stopped himself. He had been about to ask how it happened, which he knew very well was a stupid question. 

Through his mind his family’s words echoed, reminding him that he was only nineteen, and just how young that was. It was exactly what he eventually wanted, eventually, but not like this. 

“I’m sorry…” she muttered.

He realized he hadn’t told her anything coherent. 

“Look, I said I’ve got the letter from my grandfather, so we can get married now,” was all he could think to say.  It was true.  He wasn’t sure how it would work, or whether people would gossip, or what a mess their lives would be now, but that much was true.

She gripped him more tightly.  “You’re not mad?” 

Henry was confused.  “Why would I be mad?”

“It’s… it’s not how this is supposed to happen,” she insisted. Henry wiped a tear from her cheek as she spoke.  “I’m so scared.”

“Well, no,” he admitted.  “I’m scared, too. Everyone in Corona was telling me how young I am.”

“We don’t even have a wedding date scheduled.  What if the council wants to delay more? And my parents…  My mother will know…”

“Why would they object or delay? I have the official letter,” Henry insisted, “but if I have to take you on the boat back to Corona with me to get married there, that’s what we’ll do.”

He held her close to his chest, stroking her back, trying not to let on just how terrified he felt at the moment.  Of course they needed to get married right away.  

Inga sniffled.  “I don’t want to elope if I don’t have to.  That’s too much of a mess for everyone…  but… but I’m glad you still want to marry me, Henry.  Thank you.”

Henry stopped what he was doing and kissed Inga’s forehead.  “Why wouldn’t I want to marry you? Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t involved.”

“No, of course,” she said, almost laughing. “That’s… I hope that’s obvious.”

“It’s not the best time, that’s true, but… it’s just… earlier than we intended. That’s all.”

Inga gave a smile. 

***

Kristoff had gotten Frederick and the twins on their way with little difficulty, and now had joined Anna for breakfast.

“Do you see that?” he asked Anna as they finished their breakfast, “I thought you said the Corona ship wasn’t expected for another day or two.”

Anna looked out the window, watching the ship being unloaded.  “We should let Inga know.  I think that will cheer her up.”

Kristoff nodded in agreement.  

They walked down the hallway to Inga’s bedroom.  

“So I suppose you’re going to start planning their wedding now?” Kristoff asked.

“Unless they’ve changed their minds, but I doubt Henry would have come all this way.”

“I assume she would have told you if something happened with that,” Kristoff replied.

As they neared Inga’s door, they could hear her talking, sounding like she was crying.

“I still don’t know what to say,” they could hear from the room.  Anna and Kristoff stopped and looked at each other.  Anna grabbed Kristoff’s hand, knowing that his instinct was to barge straight into the room unannounced. 

“Maybe Oline is in there?” Anna whispered.

Anna knocked at the door as she opened it. "Inga!" she called out with forced cheerfulness. 

"Mother? What…" Inga trailed off. She was sitting on her bed in her dressing gown, looking like she had been crying, with Henry right next to her, holding her.

Kristoff shut the door securely behind them.

"Um," he mumbled, "we came to tell you that the ship from Corona arrived early, but I guess you already know that…"

"I… we… yes," Inga stammered. "I forgot the door was still open." 

“We can leave if you would like a little time,” Anna said. “Though for propriety Henry should probably come with us.”

“What?” Henry asked.

“You know how this could look,” Kristoff said, frowning.

“But we would like to know why you were upset, Inga,” Anna added.

“It’s fine now,” Inga said. “At least, I think it will be. Henry has the letter from his grandfather, so we can get married now, right?”

“Yes, as soon as the council has the letter, we can start planning,” Anna said. “I would still rather not rush things. I think Henry would want his family to attend.”

“How soon could they get here?” Inga asked him.

“The steamer takes a week,” Henry said. “I could write to my mother this afternoon.”

“Wait,” Kristoff said. “What’s all this? I know you’re excited, but are you really talking about getting married next week?” 

“I suppose we could wait two or three weeks if we really have to,” Inga said. “I don’t really want to elope.”

"It would only be as a last resort," Henry blurted out.

"You don’t have to elope, we never said no,” Kristoff sighed, rubbing his forehead. “We’re just saying that you really shouldn't be in such a rush to get married.”

Henry leaned over to Inga. "We need to tell them," he whispered. 

Kristoff suddenly felt his stomach twisting, but tried to convince himself he was jumping to conclusions.  This was Inga, she wasn’t the sort to do something foolish.

“I had the doctor in here this morning,” Inga began, her voice shaking noticeably. "He told me-"

Kristoff looked over at Anna. She was shaking her head. Inga was looking away. 

“Please, Inga, finish what you were saying,” Anna pleaded.

Kristoff was fairly certain he and Anna were both thinking the same thing now, but desperately hoping it was something else. But what could possibly be good news if she was having so much trouble telling them?

Inga looked at Henry again, then straight at them. "I'm pregnant. I don't want to elope if I don't have to, but I will."

Kristoff remembered the rumors the morning after Inga’s party, and the confused explanations for who was seen going into Henry’s room. And the forgotten gift. 

"I… I suppose I don't need to ask you when this happened…." Anna said flatly. 

They had trusted Inga, and given her so much freedom.

"You're mad at me," Inga stated, "I understand."

"Not mad. Disappointed. Very disappointed," Anna sighed.  

Everyone stood silently for what felt like hours.

“Obviously, we’ll need to get married as soon as possible,” Inga repeated

“I don’t think that’s obvious,” Kristoff interjected. 

“Why wouldn’t we get married right away?” Inga demanded.

“This isn’t the sort of thing you want to rush into,” Kristoff replied. “I just don’t want you making a mistake.”

“What else would you suggest? Sending me away? Like-”

“No,” Kristoff cut her off. He wasn’t sure what Henry knew, but this wasn’t the time to let it slip. “I don’t think you should be sent away.” 

Anna was staring silently, and she had clearly understood their daughter’s meaning.

“Then what?” Inga prodded, starting to cry again.  

“And what about me?” Henry asked. “I’m standing right here!”

“Yes,” Kristoff sighed.  “But can she trust you?”

“Trust me?”

“After you seduced her?”

“What do you mean?” Henry asked.

Kristoff rubbed his forehead. “I’m talking about how you got into this… situation…”

“He didn’t seduce me,” Inga interrupted.

“Inga,” Henry whispered, “you don’t have to-”

“No, Henry, I do,” she insisted.  She looked at them, wiping the tears from her face.  “I’m not defending my judgment this summer, but I wasn’t seduced.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door.  

Everyone stopped and looked at each other. Finally, Inga walked over and opened the door.

Her maid stood there, surprised at the number of people in the room. 

“Um, Your Majesty…”  Oline curtseyed. “Your… Highnesses…”

“Yes, Oline?” Anna prompted.

“I was in the kitchen and the doctor suggested I come check on the princess, but I can come back later,” she said.

“Thank you, Oline, I think that would be good,” Inga said, oddly calm.

The maid curtseyed once again and left.

After the door closed, Anna sighed.  “I’ll speak to the council today.”

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TLDR for those who wanna know but don't wanna read the whole thing: Mum forced me to reveal trauma that I wasn't ready to share, followed by getting Sciatica then being made redundant the next day. In pain, need money, you know where this is going.

The whole thing: I've been struggling a bit (okay, a lot) more than usual over the past week or so, yet again I've had quite a few negative life events one after the other. I am in the process of getting help for everything happening right now, I'm doing all I can to take care of both my mental and physical health.

Last Monday Mum realised my mental health has been getting worse again and refused to leave me alone until I told her what was going on. She kept badgering me for information and making up random accusations about what could have happened. She also kept sneaking into my old bedroom and looking through my belongings to try and find... fuck knows what honestly.

I've recently started delving into a past trauma with my counsellor that I'm not ready to share yet with anyone, let alone my mum, I will not be elaborating on it any further than this. Eventually it got to the point where I was forced to tell her, she cycled between being disgusted, accusing me of making things up, getting mad at me, and attempting to be supportive for a couple days. Frankly I feel violated as hell and it made my mental health nosedive even further.

By Wednesday morning I suddenly started getting shooting pains from my lower back going all the way down my right leg. It got to the point where I collapsed from the pain and had to be sent home from the office early. It took hours getting bounced back and forth between 111, the GP surgery, and out of hours care. Eventually they diagnosed me with Sciatica and managed to arrange for me to pick up some prescription painkillers the next day. The pain is nowhere near as bad as it was last week but I'm struggling to walk because of it and I haven't been outside in days.

The nail in the coffin came on Thursday morning when one of my bosses called to check up on me. He let me know that at the start of the week three of the staff had a meeting where they agreed that when my probation period finished at the end of October they were gonna let me go because they've decided my position at the company isn't what they need right now. Since I had to go off sick from the Sciatica they said they'd instead just make me redundant now.

It really came out of the blue, especially as I've been uncovering a lot of marketing, commerce, and general technical issues since I've been employed there and there's definitely no shortage of work for me to do. My mum is convinced they're lying and don't want me because of my health issues but there's no way of proving that. It does mean that I'm unemployed again and need to go through a few meetings with Universal Credit who will want me to get a new job ASAP regardless of my health.

So yeah, right now I feel like garbage. I've got help from one of my friends to sort out the UC stuff, particularly with proving my health issues. I'm still waiting to find out what I'm getting paid for work this month, since the phone call last Thursday no one has reached out to me to discuss pay or handing over tasks or logins. When the Sciatica isn't affecting my mobility anymore I'll be able to start reaching out to my contacts again and get help with job hunting and networking.

As usual all this means I'll probably be cycling between being ghostly silent or desperately looking for comfort content. Hopefully it's not gonna take another half a year to find a new job but if anyone is able to please donate on Ko-Fi or buy something off Redbubble or Ebay (the latter is UK only right now). Etsy is still pretty barren as things got kinda manic while I was setting it up but it should be properly up and running soon now I have a lot of time to spare again. I feel crappy to have to keep doing this but please do help if you're able to!

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Dream Dairy

Date: October 15th, 2131

I'm writing this on the bus to school, but still felt I needed to write this down because well... it felt important.

Its been a couple of days since Spamton started living with us, and he is... even weirder than I initially thought. Not it a particularly bad way just... weird. There's been a bunch of things I've observed, from random glitches to the way its lens static or its weird vocal tics or how it like just, forgets stuff randomly. Papa and Dadaton have noticed even more stuff as they've been staying home with him while I've had to go to school the past few days (Fall Break starts tomorrow so at least there's that.) I've heard them whispering to each other about how it's probably best Spamton's not left alone after Dadaton found him rummaging around the attic on Thursday. (I've noticed it tends to get pretty lonely but have no clue what Spam could've been doing in the attic) Papa's also been planning for CK, Kris, and Jevil to hopefully come over soon so progress can be started sorting through their issues or something. I'm mostly excited for CK to come up here hopefully tomorrow.

Gyeh! But wait, that's not the important thing I was gonna talk about! (Though updating on the Spamton situation is like half of why I've been keeping this blog.) No, I... this is about the strange dreams I keep having. Which I now wonder are tied into the whole Dark World thing. I've mentioned before how I'm no stranger to weird dreams or nightmares, but now it seems my dreams are veering less towards the usual puppet performance stages and strange, blob like audiences and deep, dark waves that drag me under, and more towards the Dark World.

On Friday, I had a dream where I was in my Dark World outfit in a very dark, dark place. I don't remember much, just walking around a lot in the darkness, until I heard... ringing. It seemed to be getting louder and louder and I couldn't tell where it was coming from until I saw a phone. But when I got closer and reached for the phone to make the ringing stop... I woke up. Turns out the ringing was just my phone's alarm and I was late for school. Had to rush to get ready as soon as I could and ask Dadaton to drive me.

And then last night, Sunday started out like my usual nightmares do. On a stage and with a grey crowd. I was Pinocchio and was being held up by strings (likely came from Blane and Blaze teasing me for my nose earlier that day. If only I could have them meet Spamton, my nose seems tiny in comparison.) "I've Got No Strings" seemed to be playing on loop as the strings made me move against my will until it felt like someone or some... thing, picked me up. Suddenly I was in my Dark World outfit again as I laid limp in their hands. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything until something cut my strings and I fell deeper and deeper, darker and darker before waking up. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found Spamton sitting on my chest, staring at me. (Also I think he was... purring?)

I don't know what any of these dreams mean, if they mean anything at all, but if I have any more ill be sure to record them here for... mostly myself but also I guess whoever else is reading these posts? For now, we're at the stop for school and Taffy's trying to ask me something so I should pay attention and put my phone away.

#chicago #deltarune au #deltarune: fool's fate #fool's fate #undertale au #undertale ish #writing #spamton

[late-to-the-party-81]

You and me, always

AN: Good morning on 9th October. Today there's no reader - I've gone Stucky. Enjoy these boys in love.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Pairing: Pre-serum Steve x Pre-serum Bucky, Post-serum Steve x post-Azzano Bucky, Infinity War era Steve x Infinity War era Bucky.

CW: Uniform Fetish, Blowjobs, Boys in love

Wordcount: 1.2k

“Sergeant James Barnes, 107th. Reporting for duty.”

Now that Steve had brushed off the fog from being punched in the face out of his head, he could really take in what Bucky looked like.

Maybe he was actually concussed, because…because…Holy Mother of God!

He hadn’t seen Bucky in six weeks. His friend had signed up and been shipped off to basic, and now he’d come back looking like this!

A vision in dress greens, his face clean shaven, his hair held in place with pomade, and that hat, perched jauntily on top. And Bucky, the swine, it was clear from the twinkle in his eye that he knew exactly what his uniform was doing to Steve.

Looking around quickly, checking who else was about, Steve couldn’t help himself. He took hold of Bucky’s tie and hauled him back into the alley, out of view. Standing up on his toes, he pressed a brief, but fierce kiss on Bucky’s somewhat startled face, before dropping to his knees.

He barely noticed the bite of the concrete sidewalk through his almost threadbare pants on his too skinny legs, because he was too busy trying to open Bucky’s pants.

“Hey, hey, Stevie! Slow down.”  

Bucky’s voice was already slightly ragged, and if the distention of the woollen fabric of his pants was anything to go by, he wasn’t entirely against the course of action that Steve was currently taking. 

Steve tipped his chin up to look at Bucky, raising his eyebrow, but he continued in his self-designated task. His delicate, artist’s hands reached into Bucky’s boxers, a fabric that seemed at odds with the elegant uniform, and pulled out his already half hard cock. Without taking his eyes off the newly minted soldier, Steve took him into his mouth. 

And Bucky was done for.

“Fuck!” His hand came down, work-roughened fingers weaving into Steve’s hair, and his cock went to full hardness as soon as it was surrounded by and subject to Steve’s tongue. “God, Stevie. What are you doing to me?”

Steve hummed and started to press his tongue against the underside of Bucky’s cock, licking along the prominent vein that was found there. He had always enjoyed giving Bucky pleasure in this way, enjoyed feeling his boyfriend tremble, enjoyed seeing the moment he lost control. He curled his fingers into Bucky’s thighs, the feel of his dress pants alien under Steve’s palms. 

But nothing else had changed. 

He was still Steve, Bucky was still Bucky, and with a few more swipes of Steve’s tongue, Bucky was spilling down his throat with a cry.

Bucky hadn’t had much chance to speak to Steve after they had got out of the facility at Azzano. It had been an arduous task to walk back to camp, moving at the speed of the slowest man. Then, with the massive influx of rescued soldiers, everyone was bunked up together, three or four men to a tent, almost lying on top of each other.

Additionally, Bucky was still having a difficult time taking it all in. Because this Steve was both his Stevie and yet not all at the same time. The shape of his nose, the fall of his hair, the twinkling eyes, and that goddamn attitude! All familiar. But his height, his breadth. That was all strange and new, leaving Bucky conflicted.

Because he liked. He liked a lot. And liking a lot almost felt as though he was being disloyal to Steve, as was. 

But now, here they were, somewhere in the woods, about ½ mile from camp, ready to have their first proper talk since, well, everything, but all Bucky could see was that damn outfit…uniform…whatever. It was tight. Very tight. It hugged all of Steve’s new muscles, but Bucky’s subtly roving eye was sure that something else hadn’t changed, just highlighted by stretchy fabric. He supposed it was one way of distracting the enemy.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Buck?”

“What? Huh? Umm, yeah. I’m fine, Steve. Just wanted to get away from camp and all the others for a while. Catch up with my best guy.”

Taking a step forward it felt all kinds of strange to have to tip his head up to press his lips to Steve’s. He was happy to find that the actual kiss wasn’t different. Steve was still fighting him for domination, and growling low in his throat. Putting his hands out, Bucky found that they rested perfectly on the chemically sculpted pectorals that Steve now sported. He slid his hands down, feeling braver, happier knowing that it wasn’t all different, despite first glance.

“Stevie, how do you get into this thing?”

Steve chuckled into Bucky’s neck.

“Something you need, Sergeant?”

“More something I want to give you, Captain.”

Bucky sank his knees, in the leaves and twigs, grinning up at Steve as the pair of them worked together to free Steve’s dick. For a few moments Bucky just looked at it, the weight of it heavy in his hand. It was the same. The slight bend, the small freckle, the flare of the head. Bucky moaned, far more loudly than he meant to, before opening his mouth wide and taking his, now enhanced, boyfriend in. His second moan, at the familiar musky taste, vibrated around Steve, causing him to shudder, and have to place his palms on Bucky’s shoulders for stability.

“‘Missed you, Buck. Missed you so god-damn much. Fuck. Missed this smart mouth. You’re so beautiful, it hurts. Shit! You’re really good at that”

Bucky knew this was an ‘I love you’ and responded the best he could with mouth and tongue and fingers. He licked into Steve’s slit, tasting the familiar salty flavour of his pre-cum, he caressed Steve’s balls, and he took him as far down his throat as he could, until his nose was tickled by springy hair surrounding Steve’s base. 

And all the time Steve’s voice was repeating “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky”, same as always, until he groaned out his pleasure and came into Bucky’s waiting mouth.

It was with a crash and a bang that Steve and Bucky entered their apartment, the door bouncing off the wall before slamming closed. Their lips were fused together, and they were both scrabbling at each other’s uniforms, undoing belt buckles and working on zippers. 

They fell onto the bed, hands on each other, rolling over so much they almost came off the other side. Bucky got the upper hand first, breaking the kiss and moving down Steve’s body, desperate to get his mouth on Steve’s cock.

Steve’s hips lurched under the intimate touch.

“Buck! Need you too!”

Bucky flicked his eyes up, lifted off Steve for a moment, and spun around on the bed, rolling both of them onto their sides, before taking him straight back in. 

He moaned loudly as Steve reciprocated.

The sounds in the room were loud and vulgar, their need for each other overriding anything else. They sucked and licked and touched, moaned and whimpered and came together in a rush of cum and heady orgasms.

They lay in silence, getting their breath back and enjoying the haze, until eventually Bucky turned back around and pulled Steve into his arms.

“You gotta stop getting a uniform upgrade, pal. We only just got back to the room in time to not cause some kind of PR incident.”

“‘S not my fault you can’t control yourself around me, Buck.”

“And what about you? I wasn’t the only one going feral there, Stevie!”

“Also not my fault. You got a new uniform too. You know it just does something to me.”

“Punk.”

“Jerk.”

“Maybe later…ooow. Don’t hit me.”

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[astral-athame]

((Life for me has pretty much been: Wake up at 8am. Desperately try to get more sleep until 9 (usually I doze off for, like, 2 or 3 minutes at a time and that's it). Get ready for work. Leave between 9:30 and 9:45. Work from 10-1:30-ish (it's supposed to be until 1:15 but I'm never out of there on time). Get home around 1:45. Leave for work part 2 around 2:30. That goes from at least 3-7, usually closer to 7:20 when I finally leave (sometimes stay until 8 or 9). Get home between 7:30 and 7:45. Make a quick dinner, shower, etc. Around 8:30, watch Ba.tt.le.st.ar Gal.act.ica with a couple of friends (if things work out, this couple may eventually be more than just my friends, but we'll see how that goes ^^;) until about 10:30, then chat with them for a bit after that, usually until almost 11. Bedtime routine (wash face, brush teeth, etc etc). Then stare at drafts until midnight when I realize I need to get to bed because I know I'll be up earlier than I need to be. Then the weekends have consisted a lot of babysitting, running errands, and trying to finish unpacking here and there because it's been 4 months and finding time to unpack has been a pain in the ass with everything that's constantly going on. Also, I spent 3 hours on Saturday putting together a kitchen cabinet- thankfully we have extra screwdrivers because the phillip's-head screwdriver they included was such bad quality that it was messed up and unusable less than half an hour in because the metal of it was so soft -_-

ANYWAY- Work both shifts the rest of the week (except Friday, but only because I don't have to do the second shift, still have the first). Saturday we're going out for my dad's birthday (which was actually last week, but we couldn't make things work for going out last weekend like we'd wanted to). Saturday night is also game night, as usual. Then Sunday I *should* have some free time, but I also desperately need to get some cleaning done that's being semi-neglected throughout the week. So what I'm saying is Sundays are chore days.

If things go well, I should, soon, only be working the first shift in another week or two (with the second shift just being Fridays and when absolutely needed)? Right now both my sister and I are stuck doing the second shift every night (and have been since before mid-winter break last month) because the custodial staff is down two people (one girl broke her leg and has been out since October, I think? And the other has been on temporary (paid) probation since early February while they consider whether or not to fire him and go through all the legal jargon of all of that). But they should be coming to a decision about that soon, I would hope, which would mean that if he gets to come back, then we won't be working nights unless someone calls out. And if he doesn't come back, then they should be hiring someone to fill his place so we'll just have to wait until someone snags the job (hopefully, in that case, they'll offer it to my sister first because usually they try to offer it to substitutes and she really wants it, but we'll see). They're also slowly running out of budget for substitutes, so, that's something to consider, too.

ANYWAY- TL;DR: I've basically had no writing time / personal time and that's why I've not been around. Hopefully work stuff will calm down soon because leaving the house around 9:30am and not really getting to be home until usually after 7:30pm (sometimes 8:30pm or 9:30pm) has been exhausting ^^;

I'll try to be around on Sunday (probably focus on Rogue's blog because I've been writing the fic in my head at work most nights so I have a lot of muse for her AND her blog has been sorely neglected for at least a few months now WHICH MAKES ME SO MAD AT MYSELF). If I can even get one or two asks done, then I'll consider that an accomplishment at this point!

I'm so sorry about the long absence. I'm sorry to everyone for neglecting replies. I'm sorry to everyone I was writing with and haven't had the time / social and physical energy / emotional capacity to reach back out to in a while. That's on me. I dropped the ball on that. I've never been good at ooc communication anyway, tbh. I was really hoping things would be a little bit calmer after I moved, but instead they went in exactly the opposite direction and haven't really slowed down any since November. In fact, they've just gotten more hectic over the last few months ^^;

I adore you all so much and I really do hope that I can get back to writing soon. I've been missing it (and all of you) terribly.

Take care and I'll try to be around soon <3))

#ooc. #long post #((Sorry for the rambling. I've just been gone so long that I feel like you're all owed a proper explanation.)) #((I miss being here. I need to stop giving all of my free time away to other people and give myself a couple days a week #that are to focus on myself and writing again.))

[scoutpologist]

I’ve been debating looking into Jewish conversion stuff, what all are you doing/have left to do?

OMG !!! so to get the exact sort of course of study you'll be doing, you have to first find a sponsoring rabbi!! to do that you need to think about what specific type of judaism you're looking for. here's a page of the different movements on the r/judaism wiki (note: i don't believe renewal identifies itself as an orthodox movement - it's pretty close to reform in terms of a lot of policies). then you can research rabbis for that movement in your area, and reach out to them to talk about it.

as for what i've been doing and what i think generally happens at reform temples, i reached out and was told by the clergy to attend services for 6 months and then reassess to see if that specific temple is right for me. at the end of the 6 months, we had a new rabbi than the one i'd started with, but i like this new one so much that i started going to services weekly, so that wasn't a problem. i emailed them about the six months being up and hearing stuff about a new conversion class, and was set up with an online class through the union of reform judaism!

after that, i'm going to take an in-person class in january with my rabbi which i'm VERY excited about. after that class, we're going to see where i'm at and if i'm ready to go through with the final ceremony. i think you have to submit some paperwork and then they set a date!!

on the day of, i'm going to meet with a beit din (three people) who will then ask some questions and approve or deny my conversion. (it's mostly a formality, i don't think i've ever heard of anyone getting told no at this stage). if they approve, i get full-body dunked in a ritual bath called a mivkah, and once i get out of the bath, i'm jewish!! yippee!!! the whole process will take about a year and a half for me. it can be longer or shorter depending on your sponsoring rabbi and your personal journey, it's different for everyone.

in the meantime while i wait for the classes to start (online starts october 12th AAAAA), i've been reading since the beginning! my jewish learning is an amazing place to learn the basics or to get a quick refresher on things. chabad.org has nearly encyclopedic levels of detail about chasidic judaism (an orthodox group). all of the books in here are probably good, although i haven't read all of them yet (also, trust the reviever - "here all along" really did make me cry). also just going into the #jumblr or #jewish tags!!!

uh yeah i'm not really sure how to end this but here's the low down!!! feel free to message me about it if you have any questions i'm happy to answer them!!!

#ask #dachshunddyke #i think it took me an hour to answer this i'm so sorry i kept rechecking if everything was written well #i hope you have fun!!!!

[fallingforel]

Could I please get prompt 107 for my ask? I was the one who asked for the angst to fluff with brad. Thanks!!

A/N as always hope you like it and if anybody wants to request something the prompt list and the people I write for is here.

words: 1,822

PROMPT 107:“Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”

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published: monday 9th october, 2017

TROUBLE IN PARADISE? BRAD SIMPSON AND LONG TIME GIRLFRIEND Y/N L/N SPLIT?

On Friday, Y/n L/n and Boyfriend lead singer of The vamps, Brad Simpson were seen having a tough conversation in Brad's car, although unsure what about, it could be the fact that the two have split following the fact that on sunday night Y/n L/n appeared to go private on Instagram after removing all loved up pictures with Brad simpson.

It is unclear what sparks this break up as they seemed to be doing perfectly fine last week.

A source close to the couple said "Y/n and Brad have been through a lot more than the public think they have, only time will tell if they are to continue"

further commenting, the source continued to say, "Brad's focusing on making more music with his band and Y/n is focusing on her own line of work"

Another source also commented: "Brad and Y/n went through the ringer in the public eye, we all knew it was coming it was just a matter of when. Y/n and Brad liked to keep everything private so it was no surprise when everything came tumbling down."

The sun have reached out for comments from Brad and Y/n neither have replied.

Brad and Y/n got together shortly after the Brit awards of 2013 or though it is unclear whether they met here or not with Y/n being a manager for other musicians.

The couple have been together for 4 years, could this be the early seven year itch for the two?

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The real reason Brad and I broke up was because of his fans, I was constantly receiving death threats, being rumoured to have cheated on him and I was constantly being called every bad name under the sun at the show. It was putting too much of a strain on our relationship that I had to end it for the sake of my mental health, we had officially split 3 months before the sun article came out they had photographed that way before putting it out, but we asked to hold off so that it wouldn't deflect the attention from day and night release. It would have created tons of bad press for both him and I.

The ringing of my phone interrupts me from my thoughts of Brad and I look down at who's ringing me it's annie,

"Hey babe, whats up?" I ask cause Annie never rings me unless its something she needs immediately from me, knowing that I was the worst at replying to peoples messages so If she needed something from me urgently she would ring me.

"just wondering if you were coming to the earlish halloween party, I am aware it's a monday so you've got work to go to tommorow, I understand that and wont be completely upset that you chose to not be there" "of course I will Annie, I need a bit of cheering up specially since the article came out today" "oh shit yeah, the article. You know what maybe it's best that you don't come to the party." "why? whats going on?" "Errr nothing oh gosh would you look at the time I've got to go." "ANNIE!" I say raising my voice a bit. "all I'm gonna say is just be prepared tonight, just be prepared okay? And come as the hottest version of yourself okay?" "okay, I still want to know what you've done" "and you'll find out when you arrive, be at mine for half 7" sighing I hang up the phone and start to get ready.

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-BRADS POV-

"okay can we just go over that second chorus again please Brad." I sigh just wanting to be out of here, while Tristan was recording his drums I read the article, I just miss her so much and today was all about that because we are recording missing you, A song I wrote 2 weeks after the break up, when it was still fresh, not that It still wasn't. I miss her so much and it's times like these I still wish I was with her, when I felt overworked and just wanted her there. And maybe I should've just checked on her everyday made sure she was doing alright.

Maybe I should have loved harder Checked if you were alright I know I could have seen things in a better light Now I realise

I've looked for love but there's a space inside my mind Where I keep on missing you I keep on missing you If you've seen enough Know that I'll be right here Not with somebody new I keep on missing you

"perfect, thank you Brad you can go home now" the producer says to me and I'm hugging everyone goodbye. And I'm about to leave when Tristan says "Theres a party at Annies tonight, wanna go?" "err I'm not too sure, wouldn't that be overstepping the line a bit? I mean with Y/n and that?" "No. She said you two can be friends still, so still want to go?" "yeah I suppose" "Perfect, be there for half 7" which Is the last thing I said before heading out the door and back to my house (the Air BnB I've been staying in the past three months because I haven't managed to find a place yet) to get ready for tonight.

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-Y/NS POV-

I arrived at Annies at half 7, the place was already pretty full. And I catch eyes and wave at her which gets her to walk over and give me a hug. "Y/n so glad you're here" "Thanks Annie don't think I've forgotten what you have told me. What was that all about anyway?" "your reason should be here soon, why don't you go and get a drink and mingle for a bit?" "why can't you ever straight up tell me something?" "you know how I grew up, my parents never told me anything straight up, had to find out how not to get UTI's and avoid pregnancy the hard way didn't I? surely you haven't forgotten?"

I hadn't forgotten, I remember that year, that was the great year of sex in 13 , we had both lost our virginities on nights out, I had lost mine with Brad after the brit awards after being invited by my university placement job and she had lost her with a guy I never met because he was a one night stand and she had a pregnancy scare, but nothing came of it other than me teaching her about protection.

"no I haven't forgotten." "right now go mingle and get a drink, you need to perk up missy. Oh and try to get a guy yeah? I don't need you sulking over Brad anymore" I sigh and then say "I'll try my best, but I'm not promising anything" "good, now go on" she says as she moves me in the direction then pats my bum while I'm walking away.

As I'm walking into the kitchen I spot the Aperol and prosecco and make a beeline for it because I needed something to get me drunk fast, and if anything an aperol spritz was it. As I'm making my Aperol spritz I see the front door go and Brad walks in, shit, that's why Annie didn't want me to come, he looks so good as well, I bet he's got a girlfriend. I have got to talk to him.

I make my way to where he's sitting in the lounge in a meaningless conversation with Tristan and Connor. "Y/N!!" Tristan and Connor both spoke at the same time and I sit between the two of them within the space that they created for me. "How have you been, How's work? Going good? How's your bands?"

"I've been good, just trying to focus on work right now, work is good, I'm currently trying to set up studio time for 5sos though and everywhere is backed up for months, and I'm also trying to book a tour for another band for summer 2018, turns out all those venues are booked out for summer, so if you have any tips please let me know, seems like 2018 is going to be the year for music, great for the artists and listeners, me? not so much" I say ending with a chuckle, which is reciprocated by Tristan and Connor.

"Well, You know, we try to get in quite early to the studio, just ask 5sos if they can come in earlier because those tend to be the most available slots, and if not I can always put you on an in with our studio manager, he'll sort it out for you" Tristan says. "Thank you Tris. You always are such a great help." I say putting my hands around Tristan's neck and pulling him in for a hug.

I haven't once made eye contact with Brad while I've been sat with them. I know he's still here because I can feel his eyes on me and I can also hear him say to me "Y/n can we go somewhere quiet please, just for a chat please" which I reply with "yeah, lets go up to Annie's rooftop, come on I'll lead the way"

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We end up on the rooftop and I underestimated how cold the october air was, which causes me to shiver and wrap my hands around myself in an attempt to warm me back up and Brad offers his jacket to me which I kindly accept.

"So, How've you been? Truthfully this time Y/n, I know when you're lying" he speaks up after a few moments after silence. "Quite shit without you if I'm honest, where have you been staying?" "I stayed at Tristan's for a few nights and then got an Air BnB which I've been living in for a couple months now, just haven't managed to find a place yet." "I see, I see. How have you been, full truth no lying Brad"

"Shit, I miss you, I wrote a song about you. Recorded it today, want to hear it?" "I'm not so sure Brad." "fine but can I at least show you the lyrics, I've got them in my notes." "yes go on then"

And I read through them, and they are some of the most heart wrenching lyrics I think Brads ever written, when I pass him back his phone he speaks again

"Y/n I want you back, I don't want to live like this anymore, regardless of what my fans think I know you're an amazing person you can keep your Instagram private, Please just come back to me I've missed you"

"I've missed you too Brad, so so much." Is all I say before I'm pulling him in to kiss me and just like that we're back together realising that we're better off with each other than apart.

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The end. hope you liked it :)

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