#if the show was food I would devour it in a millisecond-

[bazookaboi]

Sweet tooth is in my opinion, one of the best shows I’ve ever watched.

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[caesthetix]

REMAINING TIME

↪Bertolt Hoover one-shot

↪content; slight gore, major character death, canon universe, established relationship

One day, I promise that I will bring you home with me.

There was a flicker of memory. From all the times you remembered that night, it had to be now. It felt like such a long time ago even though roughly four month just passed after the confession and promises that were shared between you. You really missed it, the feeling of security every time he was close to you.

When your days just filled with you complaining about the bland food, when your ears filled with your comrade's laughter that was ringing within the mess hall, when every night made you feel so giddy since you would talk with a certain tall, lovely, dark-haired man.

You were sure that he would go to the Military Police, along with Annie, someone that you often saw his eyes rested on to.

I will be known as a hero, a warrior that fulfilled his duty.

But that time after the top cadet was called (and of course he was one of the top ten, with how good of a soldier he was), he called out to you, saying that he would follow you to anywhere you go, without any stutter, without any red hue covering his cheeks. 

It took you by surprise, all the words that rolled from his tongue. You were the one who usually walked toward him, dragging him around to get some alone time and just rambling about life, you would often gossip about some of your comrades as he was all ears, ready to listen to your theory and spicy jokes.

You remembered how different he was on that last night in the training corps. His hand gently wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to your usual rendezvous place. It was not too far from the barracks, but far enough that no one could hear what was being shared while you were alone with him. 

His smile that was usually timid could not be seen anywhere as he sat on your left side right after you sat. You wanted to ask and perhaps teased him how he was so assertive today. But as he turned to look at your face, with a confident smile and brown orbs gazing at you as if he was seeing stars, you couldn’t push a word to the air around you.

And, and you will be there. 

You were snapped back to present time as you could feel their tug on each of your limbs, locked by their arms, securing you from doing anything reckless. There was no point for your friends to do that though, you couldn't even move a muscle, let alone trying to run to a man who was now too — immobilised under the bright sunlight.

This was not the last memory of him that you wanted to remember. Not something gruesome like this even when everyone would agree that he deserved this kind of death. You were the only one who wanted him to die without pain. Or at least, you were the only one who dared enough to show your real emotion.

You tried to cloud yourself with the memories that you used to share in the past. Particularly, that night when he took your hand to his lap, warm hands engulfed yours on a chilly night. You reconstruct every little detail, refusing to acknowledge his condition in this moment to be the last state of him.

Your mind gave you a vision of how his soft dark locks swayed by the wind, you brought back his voice on your ear as he made a promise with fiery passion dancing in his brown beads, and you felt it again in your forehead too — the softness of his lips as it lingered on your skin for a few seconds that made you feel like you have spent a lifetime with him.

At first I just want to go home, but now,

That color, that hair, your pupils widened when you saw a titan that was too alike to one of your closest friends. It couldn’t be him, that titan couldn’t be Armin. When Jean pulled you away from Bertolt’s body before, you were certain that Captain Levi would inject the titan’s fluid to Commander Erwin.

A bitter laugh slipped from your mouth. 

Wasn't this becoming a lot more tragic now?

Blonde, familiar blonde hair started to crawl toward his numb bodies. And now you couldn’t think of anything but the pain that would ensue next if only he was conscious. That was not fair, you think. What if he woke up all of a sudden, what if he could feel his head crushed in between those gigantic teeth. Your comrades would think he deserved it. 

No, no. There must be more to the story, you didn't want to believe it, he wouldn't do all of that if he didn't have to.

Now my dream grew.

You swallowed a huge lump as every second passed felt like forever. Armin was so close, and you could do nothing but stay still as you would see your friend eat the man that had your heart since day one you started a conversation with him.

From a sheepish smile and cheeks adorned with pinkish tint on his cheek, how softspoken he was and the caring tone that he had every time he talked to his comrades, to the shine inside his eyes as he talked on and on about how he would come back home one day.

You loved everything that was in the form of Bertolt Hoover.

And it never stopped, even now as you knew that he was a traitor, the one who brought sorrow to everyone inside the wall.

But you didn’t care at this point, since you were certain that whatever he felt, whatever affection he used to give — it was all real. 

Please don't wake up, please don't wake up. You could only pray. When those hands snatched his weak body from the rooftop, when the jaw was now wide open as it was ready to devour him like marbled meat, you could only pray that he would keep his eyes shut.

Now my dream consists of you; to be with you as I come back to my homeland.

But brown just decided to meet your eyes.

The grip on your limbs tightened as you let out a pained gasp, heart pounding in your chest as if it would explode at any moment. He smiled, for god sake he smiled. There was relief all over his face when he saw you, when his eyes wandered to everyone.

You wanted to rip off your ear, but with the way your limbs were restrained, you couldn’t do anything to numb your senses.

His scream as he called out to your friends, it was so pure, filled with relief. Somehow deep inside his twisted mind, he thought that he would be saved. Him calling out your name, brown orbs glimmered with pure joy and affection, he was so happy to see your face again. 

But the look on his face slowly changed into a morbid one as he realised that neither you nor the others would free him from the death grasp.

Realisation dawned upon him.

He was alone. He was alone now.

Reiner wouldn't save him, his comrades were far gone, retreating to perhaps the homeland that he always wanted to take you to. Annie was still inside her crystal, avoiding either questions or torture from people in Paradis, saving herself until the time would come when she could meet his father again.

And you, with your limbs locked by Connie and Jean, you could only watch as someone that once promised his heart to you, now paying the sin that he was forced to make. Head slowly rested inbetween wide, pristine teeth, one that belonged to a friend that he had to burn before just so he could come back to his homeland without being afraid of being mistreated anymore.

“Let him go.”

It was Jean, you knew him, he was always good when it came to comforting and giving you some assurance here and there. The words that he said could usually ease you within seconds. Though, right now it didn’t give you any kind of impact, not even a slightest.

You were still trying to free your limbs from their grasps, squirming around as you wanted to do something, anything. Maybe you could give him one last hug, one last kiss. He never tasted your lips and you wanted him to know, to feel as two souls mould into one from a simple contact. He was not conscious before when you captured his lips as you said your final goodbye. 

Before Jean took you away, before Captain Levi shouted out to all of you that he would let Commander Erwin ate the incapacitated soldier. No, warrior.

Still. Tears once again, cascading down your cheek as you wanted to save him, a traitor.

“Let him go, he deserve—”

“No he’s not!” You screamed, though your eyes never left him as his lips now shaped into a soft smile. “You don’t know about it, Jean! What if he was forced?!”

It was no use, there was nothing else that you could do. There were no words that could redeem his crime, and you knew it. As the victim of him and his comrades, you knew it. No one would change their mind. Hell, even though they were, it was not possible to save him as those wide teeth started closing in.

Funny how life works in this universe, how it was so easy to take one life over and over. Sometimes, sometimes it was becoming a task that had to be done, just so they could survive and see another day. Just so he could live, and feeling the blessing of how it feels to be born in this world.

But this time as his brown eyes peered at you, at the last millisecond of his life, he knew that he couldn't bide time anymore, that the devil had now finally pulled him to the deepest pit of hell, demanding payment. There was no tomorrow or even later for him, this last second was the only time for him to take a good look at you.

Maybe it was enough, the past few years was enough for him to know how it feels to live a possibly normal life. As a soldier, as a teenager who learned new things about life, about how turns out this island was not filled with devils.

He got his chance to live as if there was no soul waiting for him in the afterlife to see him suffer for all the blood in his hands that he was responsible to. He got his chance to live without being haunted that he was not worth living in this world for being born as an Eldian.

And from all, he got his chance to live as a normal human, to be in love, to be loved by another human being. By you, an angel that perhaps forgot their place, an angel that spread their wings in hell, just to fall for someone like him. 

You were someone that once made a promise to him on that same night, someone who would love him still despite someday a certain condition would reveal that he was not just a mere soldier. That he was not like what he always said to everyone.

As his eyes locked with yours at this time, he knew that you were the same person, and he knew too from the emotion inside your eyes — he could see that you fulfilled that promise of yours to keep loving him.

Despite all things, despite the remembrance of how he was one of the people who were responsible for the terror that kept lingering in your life.

You were still there, beautiful eyes locked with his with nothing but love, accompanying him to get through the agonizing remaining time of his life.

To assure him that your heart belonged to him, until the last beat of his heart.

And now as you watched how he would be forever out of reach, how the torso that you used to hug as you seek warm was now torn apart, how his hair that you used to run your hand into was now covered with red — you could only wish and pray inside your heart as you screamed in anguish.

That perhaps someday, he would be the one who fulfils his promise to you. Even though that means it was not in this life.

And you hoped, you really hoped, that everything would be so much better then.

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[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Small Time Witch (25)

You landed in the sand with a thud quickly standing to keep the upper hand. If you have learned anything about Loki you learned not to let him gain the high ground. He sat staring at you first confused but then glared at you like an animal watching its prey. You helped him to stand and dusted him off.

“You ok?” He shook his head. He was still muzzled. “I’m going to take this off but the cuffs stay on deal?” You freed him and stepped back out of his reach.

“Who are you?” His voice was low and probably would have been scary to someone else. You only heard how nervous he was.

“Your wife.” you said with more pep than you meant. “I’m your wife. Here.” You grabbed his hand so he could place it on your forehead to see. He pulled away backing up slowly.

“How did you know I can do that?”

“Because I’m your wife. We met two years ago...or five years from now. Time travel is weird. If you would just let me show you.”

“I would rather not. I don’t know what game you’re playing here but I want no part in it. Uncuff me, mortal.”

This was going nowhere. You placed you hands in his and held on tight so that he may feel how intensely you loved him. He allowed you to touch him. It washed over him like his love washed over you all those moths ago. Tears shimmered in his eyes as you let go.

What a miracle he thought. Someone on some planet in some timeline actually loves him. This is the first time he’s genuinely felt it since he was a boy. Here he was standing in front of a woman, a stranger who’s name he didn’t even know. This woman loved him. He felt like he was just skull dragged across the fires of Hel. He sat down on the sand and could only say, “Huh”.

He studied you and you let him. Most would feel uneasy with Loki looking at them this way. You welcomed it. Devour me, you wanted to scream. If he chose to beat you to death at this point you would let him.

You sat on the ground playing with your shoelaces when he finally came over to you and smacked his hand on your forehead. You showed him everything. The magic, the beginnings of your relationship, the house, the sex, the ceremony and the other part of the ceremony that ripped you two apart. Everything. He scrambled backwards tripping over himself and landed on his bottom. You reached over and undid the cuffs.

“Now do you believe me?” He wordlessly shook his head.

“Why didn’t you keep up your end of the bargain?” he whispered.

“You wouldn’t let me.”

You sat for a long time not speaking. His fear and confusion came off of him in waves. He had no idea how to talk to you. You couldn’t help but wish you could touch him. Your body longed for him. It was that longing that made him afraid. He didn’t ever show that amount of vulnerability to anyone. He wanted to get away from you to feel his own feelings but he also didn’t want to be apart. There was so much happening that he couldn’t accurately express what he needed to say. He didn’t have to.

It was starting to get dark. You didn’t know where you were or how long you’d been there. You had no food or water. Your stomach growled in response. Traitor.

“Loki, If you want to go....I didn’t really think this through. I’m sorry for feeling so loudly.”

“What is your name?”

“Y/n”

“Y/n I’m hungry. Are you hungry? You don’t have to tell me because I can feel that you are.”

He pulled out the tasseract and jumped to another planet. “This is Vanaheim. I’m welcomed here but I will have to limit my use of magic.”

“You’re fine I cloaked us. Not even Heimdall can see us.”

He perked up and relaxed a bit. “Look at you. Clever little witch. Whoever taught you how to do that?”

“You.”

His smile was wide and devastating. You flushed crimson. That’s his “I’m so turned on right now” smile. The smile he gave you when you both surprised and impressed him. Your heart was bursting.

His eyebrow quirked. He tilted his head slightly still smiling. “You want to kiss me right now.”

“No. I mean I do. I really do. I shouldn’t. It will mean so much to me and nothing to you. It would be too hurtful.”

He thought for a moment then leaned down to speak in your ear, “I guess you’ll have to make me fall in love with you then, Pet.”

Your body went warm all over and you needed a moment to catch your breath. You had to steel yourself against this Loki. He was cunning and quick just like your Loki. But this Loki was like a wounded animal. He was bound to lash out at any moment. He would tell you what you wanted to hear and use you only to toss you aside without care. This Loki had nothing left to lose. He was dangerous.

He saw no sense in trying to play it cool. You knew his nerves were on high alert. You weren’t sure if you should reach out to him to calm him down. You supposed he was in full on survival mode so that may not do him any good.

You slipped into a pub to grab some food. The woman behind the bar stood up straight and rounded her shoulders. She was stunning. Her eyes were a piercing violet and they told a million stories. Her full lips grinned like the cat that ate the canary. It was evident he knew her by the way he smiled back.

“You are either brave or highly stupid to show your face, Loki Odinson. Are you so confident that I won’t alert your brother that you’re here? Rumor has it Thor is searching the all the nine for you.”

He glanced back at you, “I have an insurance policy. Josefine, this is Y/N of Midgard.”

She let out a hearty laugh end slapped the counter causing you to jump. “And you’re certain Odin will let you walk free over this little mortal?! My my, Loki. You do have a death wish.” You opened your mouth to defend yourself but he stopped you.

“She is actually a witch and a powerful one at that. Show her, mortal.”

You were indignant and wanted to show her something good that wouldn’t get you noticed. You held out your hand and she regarded it with disgust. She placed her hand in yours and, when you closed your fingers, you temporarily blinded her and made her scream in pain. So much for not getting noticed. The whole pub fell into silence. You let her go leaving her a breathless mess.

“So you need a room then?” she chuckled still clutching her chest.

“And something to eat. We are famished.”

You ate in silence save for the warning about the mead being much stronger than what you might be used to on Midgard.

“If it’s anything like what comes out of your father’s vault, I will have to drink slow.”

“So you’re close to Thor then?”

“Well yeah. So were you. I know it may not feel possible right now but the two of you mended things. You died saving him.”

He snorted and looked away, “Now I am sure you lie.”

“I’m not lying. He’s the one who concocted this plan to help you escape. We didn’t really think what would happen afterwards though. I guess he thought I would bring you back to our time and we would carry on like normal.”

“Impulsive as ever I see.”

“More like desperate, Lok. You two only had each other. I don’t mean to spoil the future but even Heimdall was killed. Thor lost it. I lost it. He just wants you back. We both do. But, if I only get today, I consider today a gift.”

Neither of you spoke after that. You needed to plot your next move. He watched as you paced the floor biting your thumbnail. Millions of gears turned in your head. You played each scenario thinking about what could realistically happen if he didn’t go to Asgard. Would Jane die in the convergence if he wasn’t there to help? But maybe Asgard won’t be destroyed if Odin remains on the throne. You were a millisecond away from pulling your hair out when he said, “We’ll go to a seer in the morning. Come to bed, little mortal.” It was as if he heard what you were thinking.

There was only one bed in the room which you didn’t mind but you were worried he would. He stretched out on the bed without a single thought for your comfort. His eyes were slipping closed when you carefully lifted the covers.

You turned your backs to each other and closed your eyes. He could hear your soft sobbing and wanted nothing more than to hold you. He was unsure if his feelings were his own or yours. He nudged closer to you and a shiver ran up your spine. You felt the warmth from his skin envelop you.

Your feelings completely consumed him. Need and anguish smothered him in a dank cloud. It was heavy. He was facing down a crossroads here. He could ask for another room and be alone with his own feelings or he could roll over and give you what you craved. He placed a foot out of the bed and it felt like he was ripping apart. He had to touch you.

With a trembling hand he reached out to touch your shoulder. When you didn’t recoil he pressed his body against yours. Your skin smelled of flowers and alters and something warm and familiar that he couldn’t place. He thought of a million things to say but nothing that would be enough to punctuate this moment properly.

Your voice broke the deafening silence of the room, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this.”

His heart broke. “I want to.”

You slept clutching each other like baby birds in a nest made of soft blankets. Awake, you had been afraid to touch each other at all. Asleep, you looked as though the world would end if you let go.

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #marvel witches #mcu x reader #loki angst #thor movies #thor mcu #loki mcu

[spookyswhore]

Two Peas in a Pod (Part 2)

Summary: Maybe this was a situation better than you thought.

Part 2 requested by @spookysnena

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none, just some fluff

For some reason, today was more exhausting than usual. Per usual, Freeridge was hot as hell but something was off. Maybe it was that time was moving slowly at your job this particular day. Or your raging headache. Or the fact that you’ve been avoiding Oscar ever since the major little debacle at his place three days ago. Or a little bit of all three. See, you kind of left and never really told Oscar how you felt about him. You felt guilty after letting Sad Eyes down and you freaked out and left Oscar on his couch in a confused daze. But you made sure to give him a call and talk it out, with him reassuring you that the situation was okay. You never really been in that kind of scenario before, especially with thinking that it was more for those dramatic rom-coms, so you were feeling a little bit overwhelmed. Which only intensified as you noticed Oscar enter into the store you worked at, and internally panicked. It was obvious that all of your efforts for avoiding him were going down the drain by the millisecond. Oscar approached the counter the same time as Mario, surprisingly. They dapped it up and struck up a conversation about how Ruby was doing amidst his whole shooting situation. According to what you’ve listened to, he wasn’t really doing great. Oscar turned to you, while the other other cashier rang up Mario, and asked you to turn up the radio. 

“Where have you been?” he asked. You ignored his question. You tried to salvage any sort of avoidance you had left, although you got a little bit scared when his voice grew deep. Ultimately, you decided it was best to ignore him and continued to ring up the rest of his items. 

~

It was close to 11 when you ended your shift. Around 10:45. It was apparent what the exhaustion of the day left on your body. All you wanted right now was some food, your bed, and some Netflix if the tiredness in your body allowed it. But, you knew you were going to be in for an even longer night when you saw Oscar leaning against the drivers side of his Impala taking a pull of his cigarettes. 

“Those things stink.” You said, the disgust jumping out of you. You never really grasped the appeal to cigarettes. Your dad used to smoke them before he passed and every single time you would gag. The smell was making you physically sick. “What are you doing here?”

He took one last pull of his cigarette and walked around the car to open the passenger seat. 

"Get in." He said

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion and hesitance for a moment but then you realized this is typical Oscar behavior. It was just a little weird especially after the couple days you’ve had. You made your way to the passenger seat and shrugged your bag from your shoulders to place it on your lap, at this point you were honestly over it. Noticing your blatant tiredness, he took your bag and gently threw it somewhere in the back seat. He also reached over you to buckle your seatbelt for you. 

“Thanks…” You muttered tiredly. You slid down in your seat trying to get comfortable and dragged a hand over your face. 

“Long day?” Oscar spoke. 

“Yeah…” 

“Well your day is about to get longer. We’re getting something to eat.” 

“Oscar really? I just want to go home right now.” You pleaded. You absolutely did not have the energy for his shenanigans right now. 

“Please? Then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.” 

Your only response was to ignore him as he took that as a ‘yes’ and started the car. Half an hour later, Oscar pulled into ‘The Joint’, which left you in more aggravation.

“Oscar. You do know this is closed right.” 

“Yeah I know.” He dug around for the keys to the joint and dangled them in the air. “I went ahead and asked Dwayne for the keys so we could have some privacy.” 

You couldn’t help to bring yourself to smile at his gesture. This was really a side to him that no one really gets to see and you feel extra special that he’s showing this to you only. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice your side of the door open and Oscar holding out his hand to help you out of the car. You took his hand and he led you inside where your heart melted into a puddle of liquid mass. The floor of the restaurant was adorned with your favorite flower, the Dahlia, and the sound of violin instrumentals played softly in the background. 

“Where did the big bad, scary gang leader get all of this?” 

“This big bad, scary gang leader called a few connections.” He said, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. He then led you to one of the booths and your eyes landed on the menu. Instead of the usual burgers and fries the joint usually makes, it instead held a special three course meal, catered to your favorite foods, that would be made by Chef Diaz himself. 

“First up, for the appetizer. Buffalo wings. Extra spicy.” Oscar said. 

Your mouth salivated as you devoured the wings. The burn of the sauce satisfying your taste buds. At the end, you sat there licking the sauce off of your fingers and burped. 

“Liked it?” Oscar smirked. He took the finished plate of bones only to replace it with another plate but it only held chicken and shrimp alfredo. Just like the last dish, you devoured the plate like it was your last meal. The savory taste of all of the ingredients was hitting your hungry belly  in the best ways possible. But, for dessert, which was honestly the best part, you wanted to slow down and be a little more intimate for some reason. You asked Oscar to sit and share the cheesecake with you. Time seemed to fly by as you two held a conversation with you about almost everything. Surprisingly, Oscar was very athletic in his younger days.

“So you threw up then passed out?” You laughed.

“It’s not funny. It made me lose the love I had for basketball. All the running back and forth traumatized me.” 

“You are so dramatic.” You said. It got quiet as you stared at his face for a while. “Hey, I need to tell you something.” Oscar stopped his movements and looked into your eyes. 

“I like you. Not in a friendly way either. That’s why I choose you over Sad Eyes. You make me happy. I look forward to seeing you everyday. There’s much more I probably want to say but can’t think of right now but yeah…” 

“Does it help your memory that I feel the same way?”

“Maybe…” You laughed.. It got quiet again but this time, Oscar took the time to capture your lips in a kiss that made you want to tie your heart neatly in a box and give it to him. To have and to hold. Till death do you part. 

“Wow that was…” 

“Yeah.” You both said at the same time. 

“You should really take me home now. I was being serious about wanting to be in my bed” You said, stuffing your belly back into your jeans. As you walked out of the door, Oscar put his flannel from over his tanktop onto your shoulders as he walked you both back to the car. Once you both pulled up in front of your house and decided to be a little naughty and pull Oscar into a tongue tied kiss then exited the car. 

“Bye Oscar.” You dragged on to tease him a little. But before he could get another word in, you ran away into your house like a child while he sat there and laughed at your antics. You plopped onto your bed, which felt like heaven to be honest, and smiled to yourself as you heard Oscar’s car driving down the street, the sound slowly becoming distant. You started to imagine your future with Oscar. A home. A few kids plus Cesar from time to time. Him one day opening up his own restaurant while you manage your own dance company. Things in the love department were finally looking up for you. You fell asleep right after with the wonderful feeling you made the right decision.

#onmyblock #spooky x reader #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #sad eyes #netflix #Freeridge #oscar diaz

[baby-the-crybaby]

A Date (Iruka x Reader)

“Sorry I’m late,” I chimed as I finally reached Iruka who was standing in front of the academy.

It was the middle of winter and fresh white snow had painted the ground around us.I always told Iruka I found snow beautiful, and I never realized that he would wait until it snowed to ask me out on a date.

Iruka and I’s relationship started off as coworkers. I was a new teacher at the academy and I asked him, seeing as how dedicated he was to his work, to show me around and tell me the basics. He taught me all I had to know about each student and all their special needs. He talked about some like they were a nuisance, but I could tell he cared about each and every one of them. Then as time went on we became really good friends. Whenever I felt stressed I went and talked to him. For the longest time I thought he was annoyed by my venting, but eventually I looked past my insecurity and realized just how much he cared.

While teaching my own class I sometimes would get called out on by being distracted. I was busy watching him teach his students and take care of them. I wanted to be as good a teacher as he was. He was amazing in everything he did.

He was also incredibly sweet. If I worked late, he would come by with dinner and keep me company until I was finished, then he would walk me home. He even came in during lunch breaks to see if I was doing okay. I try to keep the same energy for him.

Once I walked in on him sleeping at his desk late at night. I got caught up looking at his peaceful face that I almost forgot that I had to wake him up. I poked him a few times and then whispered his name into his ear. He jumped up ready to attack and when he saw it was just me, he got all embarrassed and continuously apologized.

I knew I had a crush on Iruka, but I felt like a little kid when I admitted to myself. Crush is such an elementary word. But then again whenever someone brings him up in conversation I start acting like a young girl and get all giddish.

A few nights ago I was working late again and he walked me home the same night. When we got to my door, he grabbed my wrists before I could go inside for the night. He tried to hide his pink cheeks under his winter scarf, but it didn’t do much for him. Then he just asked me out on a date. I answered with a yes in almost a millisecond.

Which brings us to now.

He flashed me a smile, “Oh no, you’re fine.” He had a large coat on with the same scarf from the other night. He wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants that he usually wore with his ninja attire and some winter shoes. He chuckled while he looked me up and down. “Are you warm enough?”

As for me, I was bundled up in a huge winter coat and a (f/c) scarf around my neck, “Oh absolutely. I may like the snow and all, but the cold is a different thing.”

His chuckle turned into a loud laugh, “Well I’m glad you’re warm. So should we go eat?”

I nodded yes to his question. He faced away from me for a second and I could see his cheek light up. He hesitantly held his arm out to me which caused my cheeks to match his. I hooked my arm in his as we both began to walk. His body felt so warm and cozy against mine. It felt like my home. He smelled nice too, like always. Everything about him was nice.

“So, how was work today?” I turned my face to him with a small smile. He always had interesting stories because he had such an intriguing class.

“It was good. The same old everyday things,” He rolled his eyes as he remembered each part of his day. “Naruto was acting up again.”

“As usual,” I added with a laugh.

“Seriously, I have no idea what I’m going to do with that kid,” He glared at the path ahead.

I laid my head on his shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll know soon. He seems like a great kid.” I know Iruka was reluctant to teach Naruto because of the Nine Tails that was sealed inside him. I didn’t know who to feel more bad for. Naruto who has trouble with basically everything in his life because of the thing inside him or Iruka who has to be reminded every day of what happened to his parents. “What about your other students?”

He took a glance over at me, “They’re all good. Shikamaru keeps falling asleep every class. Choji eats no matter what I say about bugs. Sasuke is still at the top of his class…and the list goes on and on. What about your students? How are they?”

“Oh they’re fine. A good group of kids. I really couldn’t ask for better ones,” I smiled thinking about my own students. All of them. They were so cute and loveable.

We continued talking about work and so on as we made our way to the barbecue restaurant. Once inside, we took a seat at the booth and removed our scarves and jackets. I felt refreshed to have all that weight off of me. I sat across from Iruka with the grill separating us. I could feel my stomach ready to start eating itself so I was ready to devour some meat.

We placed the meat down on the grill and began waiting for it to cook.

“You know, (Y/N), I feel like I don’t know much about your life outside of work,” He leaned down placing his head in the palm of his hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, I’d like to know more about you.”

My eyes widened up a little at hearing his question. I guess I really only talked about work with Iruka. So I answered his question by telling him my hobbies and what I want to do with my life as a teacher. We started eating midway through the conversation and sometimes I would have a mouth full without even realizing it. I would give him quick glances and each time he seemed so intrigued with my life. I was worried he might find it boring. I was smiling at him the whole time while talking about myself.

“You seem to live an interesting life, (Y/N),” He said as I finished talking.

I swallowed down my last piece of food, “You’re just saying that.” I had a playful tone to my voice.

He stopped eating for a second and looked over at me, “No I mean it. I really think you are interesting. I wouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t think so.”

I cleared my throat trying to not choke on air. My cheeks were burning hot. He seemed so open about it. “Thank you, Iruka. I think you’re amazing. I think that you care a lot about people even though you try to bury that down with this tough guy act-”

“I do not!” He intervened with a laugh.

I laughed back, “Well I think you do! It makes my heart melt…”

There was that elementary feeling again. My smile and my blush, the look I was giving him. The innocence of this date. My feelings for Iruka. I felt like a little school girl.

He scratched the back of his head with a side smile, “I’m glad I’m able to do that for you.”

After he finished eating, he paid for our meal and we both put our winter gear back on. We walked out of the restaurant with our cheeks still burning pink. We stayed still for a moment staring in different directions. I felt bold and brushed my fingers against his until I just ended up intertwining our fingers entirely. I felt him tense up at first, but eventually he relaxed.

His hand was like a thermos. I wonder if his whole body radiates this heat. It just fit him. He was a little ball of sunshine in my life.

“Your hand is freezing,” He whispered to me.

“Oh I’m sorry,” I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip.

“It’s fine,” He held our hands up. “I like how your hand fits in mine.”

If his words weren't enough, his smile definitely was. I could faint with all the heat that was circulating around my cheeks. I responded by squeezing his hand tighter. Then we made our way back to my place.

The snow crunched beneath our feet as we continued onward. I couldn’t help the smile that was on my lips. He’s just so sweet. I can’t handle it. I hope he feels the same way and is willing to do this again.

“So since I told you about myself, you have to tell me all about you,” I giggled as I inched over to his side a little.

He laughed and then started to tell me all about his hobbies and what he does outside of work. He told me about his relationship with the Third Hokage and how much respect he has for the man. He told me other things like what he thinks about during the day in which I responded with what I think about during the day. We chatted like this for what felt like forever until finally we were at my doorstep.

I really didn’t want this night to end, but we did have work tomorrow. At least I would see him in less than 24 hours. I retracted my hand from his and turned to him ready to say my goodbye. He opened his arms for a hug, which I gladly accepted. I basked in his warmth and tight hug for as long as I could. I took in his scent too so I could have the perfect image of him tonight.

He pulled away from me with a smile, “I had a lot of fun tonight. We should do it again soon.”

“Yes! I would love that,” I took both of his hands in mine. His face was lit up by the street lamps that went up the road. I moved my hands to either side of his face and planted my lips on his nose. When I finally let go of him, he was stunned. His body was completely frozen. I giggled before stepping up to open my door, “Good night, Iruka.”

Finally he snapped out of his trance, “Uh, good night, (Y/N).”

“See you at work tomorrow.”

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Sound of the drums

I apologize for such an inconvenience of not uploading, although hear me out I can explain. I originally wrote this days ago with the intention of uploading it Saturday. Since Friday, I had a dentist appointment; which I’m proud to announce I am in fact cavity-free. Anyhow this is the fifth installment of the legitimate story “Hopeless hearts intertwined from the start.” Which is a temporary title and one I wish to change in the future. I know my rambling has lost its purpose in this ‘Author's note’ so enjoy!

Girls. Millions of them. It was heaven itself in one room, well technically it wasn't a room but a field. It had sent a shiver up his spine as he examined them, different races ages all wrapped in one pretty bow. He was almost drooling at one of the girl's chest. God, the legs on that lass but the face on the other one was too striking to go unnoticed. Although there was one thing that they all had that except one. The one sheepish looking girl who sat on the ledge of a cliff not scared as the rest of them for just a little danger in their lives. A girl who didn't care about herself but would put up a fight if you push her to do something she didn't agree with. He adored that, he liked that, he wanted her. He became flustered, which was rare for him; he'd never let a girl touch him, it was always him touching her. He was the one in charge, always was and always is, but something about him told her otherwise. 

So he gathered his mojo, put on his face that he claimed the ladies swoon over, and carried himself towards the broad. He thought it odd because whenever he thought of the word broad for her he had gotten a bad taste in his mouth it tasted rotten. He tightened his jaw pushed back his shoulders and started walking. His imagination running wild with the possibilities of getting to talk to her, the majority it would want him to take her to bed straight away. But with her it was strange he wanted to know her. His eyes clouded with the thoughts running as fast as the roadrunner his wrist then his arms and feet starting to be grabbed by the women around him. Confusion ran over him he started to yank to bulldoze from them but his efforts became weak as they became stronger. The girl never turning to see his form nor batting an eyelash he became frustrated and desperate to gain her attention just for a millisecond. As his body became weak he decided to bargain, except when he looked up at one of the once beautiful girls her face was no longer there except a skull. "I'm still pretty right, Dean?" The thing croaked out as it leaned in to seal his lips against it. Mortified, to say the least, he belted out to the girl "Hey!" she sat motionless as she was unfazed and careless.

He choked when he woke up and saw a girl lying next to him, her hair matted to the pillow, her skin glistening with a sheen. He groaned as he realized he'd have to wake her up, knowing that Bobby would kill him if he'd found out he let a girl into his house just to sleep with her. He placed a hand in his hair running it through the now sweat-soaked hedgehog. Curious, as to if the girl could be trusted or not by her face he peered over her shoulder careful not to touch her or as so much to breathe on her.  He fell relieved against the pillow knowing that the girl wasn't a faceless tormentor, his head against his bicep using it as a pillow. Since the girl took the only pillow he possessed he smiled and let out a chuckle. Careful, to not awake sleeping beauty beside him. 

An old memory played out in his head. Of her. It was the day that they had run to Bobby's he remembered that he had to carry her as if she was a freshly wed. He expected her to be heavier but she was a feather and he felt bad at the fact that he couldn't help her. He would never forget the night Dad left because of him not being able to fire that damn gun. How he got the bruises to Sammy and what the hell they're going to do with an unconscious girl. He didn't know crap about how to help the girl. He can't even raise Sammy or how to even keep himself alive, at that! he was proud of himself though, for the sheer fact that he didn't panic although he would when he realized all of them were becoming hungry. "Crap.'' 

As he saw a diner coming up as they were walking to a man's house, Dad had called Bobby a fellow hunter his Father had said. It was just a bunch of he said she said crap that he frankly didn't know what to believe in at this point. Dad said a couple of days then was gone for months now it was years. "Dean, there's a diner up there, do you see it?" Sammy piped up pushing his brother a little to knock him out of his trance he shook his head and looked down "you don't think I know that?" he spat out venom seeking in his words. Sam sunk his head trying to hide from the shame of rejection, he stuck his hands in his pajama pants then he remembered. He remembered the credit card Dad had given them for food and necessities but Dean just stole stuff saying the card was meant for the absolute rainiest day on earth. Today felt like that day. He stopped for a second Dean continued to walk in front of him, still in his trance the girls' bare feet bouncing with each step. His small hand rummaging through the duffel searching for the small piece of plastic, he became distraught after it felt like he had lost the stupid thing. Then his hand got poked by a sharp edge, his hope filling his entire form as he pulled it out, hallelujah, he found it. He started running towards the dainty conservative restaurant with a smile on his face.

He grabbed the duffel bag and positioned it where it would be easier to run with and he booked it. Dean's lengthy form came into view as his small legs carried him down the small concrete hill, the wind hitting his face making his cheeks a soft hue. He started huffing as Dean finally saw his brother running with his life in his small grasp, "HEY!, HEY!" Dean yelled out he became furious with the fact that he couldn't stop the boy with the girl in his arms. He started to jog a couple of steps then gave up as he soon realized how difficult it was to do so. "Son. of. a. bitch." He growled out in a huff, his anger not helping with his muscles tensing, the boy was in for it, no doubt it was just a matter of time and how to figure out how to get the girl off his back.

"Hey, delicious." The girl purred as she stroked his arm that was closest to her. She was wearing nothing but his shirt and her makeup ran looking melted from her face. He slowly looked over confused as to who she was and how she got her then he remembered and then he regretted. "DEAN!" A man with a southern accent roared out. Crap. He was done for and he knew he couldn't talk himself out of this one, he rolled his eyes and began to push himself off the small twin-sized bed. The girl had other plans. She lifted her left leg over his waist and sat down straddling his stomach and pushed his shoulder down. 

"Aww, cmon baby. Just a few more minutes, please!" She whined as she pushed her bottom lip out, her line thick eyebrows darting in a slope as she put on her best puppy dog face. He knew he shouldn't have placed his hands on her hips but he couldn't resist the girl. His mint eyes a light blue in the moonlight they shown up into her dull ones "Sweetheart, I wish I had more time." He smirked his canine showing up behind his lip. He lifted her off him and did a 180 and pinned her down on the bed she let out a light 'umf' and arched her back biting her lip "Oh, but you do" She mewled his eyes drilling into hers. He got down on his forearms ``Oh, but I don't-" His lips brushed against hers barely touching her eyes fluttered closed. "Leave." His voice monotone and dead, showing no sign of emotion. Her eyes popped open and her mouth started to stutter but he pulled one of his hands down that was holding him up and pressed his index finger against her lips. "I said; leave." He now growled out more forceful than the last. He got up off of her and started to look for a fresh pair of boxers; since the ones he previously had on were discarded in the room and needed to be washed he'll make Sam do it later. She was flabbergasted and offended "What the actual hell is wrong with you?!" She sassily croaked out on the verge of tears. She gathered her things and leaped off the bed running to the door "Don't expect me to come back when you call me in the middle of the night, bastard." She spat as she slammed the door when she was done lecturing him for all his wrongdoings. He kind of laughed but it was more of a 'Yeah, tell me something I haven't already heard.'

She was waddled in his hoodie. Half her face covered by his hood trying to make her look less suspicious, one of Sammy's convenience store sunglasses he got from Dad one Christmas was on her. Dean eventually caught up with the small boy and was now sitting at a small booth. Said boy was sitting across from him devouring a sundae that was half off because guess this it was Sunday. How hilarious. Dean settled with an old fashioned bacon cheeseburger, but not without a few complaints because of Sams running off, of course. The majority of Sam's face was covered in the delicious treat, Dean smirked his mind making it seem like it was a different kind of treat sitting on Sam's face.

Although, the scrooges' eyes were narrow and his lips tasted a severe scolding when they were out of the public eye. "Shouldn't she eat something?" Sam asked, wiping his face on his pajama sleeve that had Wolverine on it. Dean's face contorted "You're disgusting." A full gulp down went the savory meal he was saddened to put it down. He let out an exasperated sigh and an eye roll annoyed at his brother. "Sure, you feed her Einstein." He shrugged his shoulder a bit making her head bounce a few times as he was gesturing to her, it made her look like she was a puppet, him being the controller. Although he already forgot about what they were discussing as he devoured his destined feast of fast food.

A few gulps and stomach rumbles from being full, there was a time where it had to come to an end. "Do you need to go to the bathroom, Sam? because I'm not going to listen to your whiny mouth all the way to Bobby's," Dean spoke with a demanding finger and an arched brow. Sam rolled his eyes. He already asked this question like a bazillion times, he crossed his arms and sunk into the booth "No, I don't know when to go. I don't need you asking me every time, I'm not a baby anymore!" He whined out trying to make his brother understand his struggles. Dean let out a breath "Mhm, sure." He laid the girl down and softly got up and walked towards the bathroom but not without muttering "Big baby." Sam hearing what Dean had thought was quiet enough that Sam wouldn't hear his statement but only to be sorely mistaken.

Sam had sat there for what felt like hours, he picked at the paint that was coming up off the walls. He started to stab the seats where the sewing was beginning to rip off from the many years it held. He gave up the boredom becoming unbearable, he laid down his back against the cushiony seat, his eyes boring into the popcorn ceiling. He didn't know whether he wanted to try to sleep or to buy more food behind Dean's back, he decided not to for the better part he already knew he was going to get the verbal beating. His hearing became fuzzy as his thoughts became louder, the beating of one's heart his own perhaps another.

Boom, Boom, Boom. Drums it was too rheumatic to be human, too synthetic and artificial of a sound to be someone's anatomy. It turned into whispers, the voices he looked around trying to see if it matched along with the presence of the other people. No, it didn't match the ones that were possessing his mind. He scrunched his face up in agony and cupped his hands over his ears. He wanted to cry. He could already feel the tears coming in behind his eyes. His nose burned his skin tingles then it stopped. 

The noises, the talking all of it. Well, he thought it did although there was one breathing creature torturing his hearing. He didn't notice where he was facing after his episode but he faced on his side when he opened his eyes he saw the girl. The girl's lips parted and huffed air in and out of her lungs, her eyes moving behind her eyelids. Terror struck in his heart as he watched her face, the face porcelain and pale as one he never saw before. Seconds that felt as if they were minutes flew by then she flew her eyes open her irises enlarged almost devolving into her whole eye. Sam flew from the chair trying to escape her gaze, he was done for he could taste it. Her body lifted from her resting place her hair in all different directions of a campus. Her mouth wide and open it appeared as if she was screaming, but for what? yet he sure as well wasn't going to stick around and find out. 

Then he remembered something. Dean. He was in the small room over, he can help him, yes! his stance was currently behind the last booth. He began to army crawl towards the bathroom hopeful to not be seen. Once he got to the destination he laid on his stomach wailing and pleading. His voice at the soprano level of an opera singer. "Dean! please, help! I promise I'll never take any of your magazines ever again, And yo-, you can pawn as many of my figures as you want! Just please open the door. Please! I'm begging you!" His voice drowned in desperation.  A few moments passed then he heard the soft turning on of a sink. 

He breathed out a sigh and relaxed with a smile 'Dean is almost at the door, then I'll be saved and we can exile all of this.' Although then he realized how the hell can Dean save me? He ran his hands over his face not realizing the sticky thick crimson of red on them. He took them from his face, his sight appearing red from the substance getting into his eyes. Panic started to flood into him as he saw where his hands had gotten the substance, It spilled underneath the crevice where the door was separated from the cement of the floor. His gaze lowered to his stained shirt and bottoms, his eyes widened in horror. His calm relaxed complexion soon replaced with a worried and fearful one he shifted his body and started to bang once again on the wooden door. "Dean!" With that, the door opened.

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Freeway Selfie 2012

This photo was taken while sitting on the median strip of the 101 highway in Los Angeles. At the time I wrote The dirt that feeds you, a fictional novel about a young adult who wants to revoke his civil rights so he can live as a legal animal. The book contains several scenes in which the main character crosses motorways. The concept was inspired after reading about a Mountain Lion that died when crossing the 405.

My diary entry from the night when I crossed the highway:

10/01/2012 3:58 in the morning I damn it! I have just crossed the entire highway 101 on foot. Where I crossed, there are five lanes on one side and six on the other. I can not believe that I am alive. Even when I'm sitting here in the apartment, I still have the feeling of a great danger. Many people may think I'm a fool, but it really was something I had to do. This freeway almost runs around my apartment building and I am soiled around the clock from the car halls. It was something I had to conquer. I want people to realize that this is the kind of danger animals face on a daily basis. I really want to point out that roads destroy the migration of animals.

I took a nap after the show and then wrote for my book. Shortly after three o'clock in the morning I got dressed and began to stretch. I ran around the neighborhood for a while to warm up, and then I walked out of the driveway on the highway and over. Today I noticed a path that leads to the highway that lies above the road. It was really windy up there. I sat on the other side of the guardrail, watching the movement of the cars. From my location, you could see reflections from headlights and then from the vehicles, and you had about nine seconds before they passed. I waited awhile and got the feeling that I would not even try to cross. Then I saw an opening and decided to take it. I stopped at the median and flattened my body. I had to wait about a minute before I saw a nice opening. I thought of people passing by and asked me what they thought of me when I was standing there. I thought of simply reversing. The southbound cars stopped, and I rode above the average and ran for it. The rise to street level was an incredible success. It happened so fast that I almost did not want it to be over. Tonight I feel much closer to Andre and The Dirt That Feeds.

19:21 Last night, when I took a nap, it was hard for me to wake up. As much as I wanted to convince myself, the thought of crossing the highway scared me. As I looked at Google Maps, I zoomed in on the street and noticed averaged graffiti, which made me realize that the people there were crossed once before. I can not blame the youth of this city for the graffiti they create. They had to grow up in Los Angeles, a city of advertising materials, and you have to admit that this has an impact on your own desire for self-expression. If multibillion-dollar companies have the privilege of throwing graphics and ideas into this city, why can not the locals do it?

An excerpt from the book:

Although the terrain occasionally obstructed the view of the highway, the stony cold sensation of the accelerated metal diminished the buzz of nocturnal insects. Every few paces, the howl of a big rig rang from the surrounding rocks, like a knife being pulled over metal. The slope was level and I slowed down to avoid hitting a fence hidden in the undergrowth. It was your typical 4-foot chainlink fence with twisted barbs on top, something that was assembled to prevent animals from mixing with traffic. By grabbing one of the metal posts, I was able to step my legs over the wire without contact.

I approached the guardrail and a hint of fear flooded me as I began to fear someone might see me. So I stopped. The cars were economical and yet constant. I raised my foot to my back and put it in my hand. My thighs were sore. I stretched out everything and did a few squats. Then I squatted down and waddled to the guardrail. I stared at the concrete airplane. If you drive in a car, you are this car and everything seems so small. Now I felt as tall as a rodent. I counted five lanes, plus a HOV lane, a cement divider to hop, and then another car pool lane and another five lanes.

I stepped over the guardrail and ducked. If I did not move much, people would not notice me at 70 MPH. My heart began to take heavy, violent blows and erase every drop of blood in its flaps. I pulled my shoelaces tight and knotted the sheets twice. I scraped excessive dirt off the tread of my shoes. I felt cold, as if I was standing on the edge of an ice shelf looking over the Arctic Ocean.

My gaze straightened straight ahead, waiting for a gap in all the tracks. When there was one, I counted: A Mississippi, two Mississip headlights and taillights passing by as a spotlight. I counted another gap for six seconds. The highway turned around the foothills and from my seat you did not see the oncoming cars until they were about seven seconds away. The fact that it was night and spotlights on was of great use to me. The light would slowly splash across the guardrail before the cars came into view. When the guardrail was dark, I thought I might be fine. After eight seconds I had enough time to cross half. I then concentrated on the other side. As soon as there is a good break on this side and the guardrail was still dark, I could go. Gaps were created and I started to shiver. My heart was pounding. My leg muscles were kept in constant motion to relieve nervous tension. I leaned into the starting position of a runner and checked the grip of my shoes. Tiny fragments of bodies left over from fender bends and multi-car stacks mingled with the gravel under my feet. Some of the debris were unrecognizable in shape, but you could see a range of colors, like corals and shells that had been crushed to sand. A gap came and I did not take it, it was perfect. Then a tanker whipped past me violently, feet from my forehead. The traffic broke off on the other side. No light on the guardrail. Before I realized it, "BANG", my leg exploded off the sidewalk and threw me like a bullet.

The moment my forefoot fell on the smooth gray cement, I had the vision of a rink. I was afraid my mind would make my body run so fast that I slip. You're shitty, you're dead. I forced my mind and body to duty, landed and my feet sank deep into the concrete and hopped as if it were a trampoline. I jumped the streets and held my toes to large glass fiber reflectors. Age passed. My arms stretched out as I prepared to lay them on the divider wall the way a gymnast grasps the beam. Then I saw a tow truck on the other side of the HOV. I did not brake, but I left the gas for a millisecond when the gust of wind shook me. I never looked for cars that came in the alley I was standing in, even though I had thrown my body fluidly above the mean. Suddenly I was afraid that my glasses would slip out of my pores due to the sweat. I can manage it. No, I can not. Fuck It I landed and energy shot from my chest to my thighs and I looked up and saw headlights, but they seemed to be wide enough to survive. I jumped from the second HOV lane into the fast lane. I was on a stage so blinded by headlights that my molecules became one with the air molecules. I was not cold anymore. My blood boiled as if I was running on fire. Somewhere deep inside I knew I was going to be fine. Do the birds think at the moment before they fly into a 747 turbine? In the last lane landed, I prepared to jump for the safety of my shoulder. The headlights grew large and bright as I broke off the hard cement, bouncing off the solid white line. A few inches above the ground, I had curled up into a ball and rolled to a somersault as I hit the grassy hill that descends from the highway. Completely disoriented, I fell into a thin row of trees.

I got up and stood in front of another fence that separated me from civilization. It was a chain link about three meters high with three barbed wires running overhead. I walked along it until I found a flap that someone had to have broken with a stain cutter. Next, I knew I was standing on a sidewalk. Cars passed like incubation capsules. Drivers did not even notice me. I walked through the streets and climbed over walls. I kept a direct route to my destination. No one saw me, no sole.

My fears of annoying onlookers and police officers, whose catch and handrails were ready, broke up. Nevertheless, I kept my guard upright. If someone pulled a taser at me, I wanted to bite off my fat fingers.

When I reached Center City West, my arms hung low. I had gone well without food for 24 hours. I burned all energy reserves. My pace slowed. I was afraid that I would collapse before reaching my destination. Cockroaches would sweep and devour my body before anyone noticed that I had died.

When I arrived at the loading dock behind the JBs, nobody was in sight. Taken by the smell of rotten food, I scrambled to a dumpster, lifted the lid, and squeezed myself inside. Saliva fell on my tongue as the tides washed ashore. Greedy, I unwrapped myself and bit into a hard, green and white speckled bread. I put crushed, unpeeled fruit into my mouth and crushed it with my molars. Obsolete crackers ran down my throat as an unknown fluid seeped into my shoe. My body was too weak to digest it. The food sat like a stone in my stomach. It hurt, but it felt damn good. Slowly my organs tore at the food and broke them just enough to get more ingested. I felt buzzing. The food has never tasted so good. Actually, it was not the taste that impressed me, it was a new feeling to recharge myself.

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