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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 months

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please do something with peter parker for vday. I miss you writing for him

I started writing this one last year for Valentine's Day...forgive me for the long wait

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‘’No, you don’t understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,’’ Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.

‘’My longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so I’m not really the one to come to for Valentine’s Day gift ideas.’’

‘’Uncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.’’ And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ‘’But Y/N is Mr. Stark’s daughter, I can’t just buy her flowers and chocolate. She’ll think I’m poor.’’

‘’Didn’t you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?’’ Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.

Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentine’s Day plan. ‘’What am I gonna do? Valentine’s Day is in two days. I can’t not get her anything.’’

‘’If you go back to the roots of Valentine’s Day, it’s about celebrating love. You don’t have to spend money to show someone you love them.’’ Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ‘’Even if she’s a Stark and bathes in money,’’ he added. ‘’She didn’t fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.’’

On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself — until 10pm. He didn’t have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford.

He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your ‘I’m here’ text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentine’s Day, he didn’t want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding.

Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon.

‘’Happy Valentine’s Day,’’ you said with a smile on your glossy lips.

Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.

You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall. ‘’You made this?’’

Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his ‘magic box’.

‘’It’s not much, but—’’ he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss.

‘’Stop it,’’ you said, guessing his train of thoughts. ‘’This is the best Valentine’s Day gift ever.’’

You never had another valentine before him — beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipops —, but Peter’s gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you.

After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it.

He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ‘’Spiderman? Really?’’ Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over.

‘’Press his chest,’’ you instructed, ignoring his complaints.

Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ‘’I love you, my Spidey,’’ the toy said.

You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peter’s eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ‘’That's your voice,’’ he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush.

You nodded, the sparks in Peter’s eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ‘’I know you don’t like when I get you expensive things, so I didn’t get you a new watch,’’ you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it.

Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you.

Your arms wrapped around him in return. ‘’Even when I’m not with you, you’ll always have something to remind you that I love you.’’

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 24 days

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dk why but im thinkin about shoto w a sweet tooth who follows you and hangs around the kitchen waiting for the cookies you made to finish baking while staring at the oven like a kid, soooooo.. (shoto might be a bit ooc, slight super small pinch of angst but super fluffy as usual ! gn reader, mentions of food, lemme know if i missed sum else ! <3)

"sho.." shoto hums in response, eyes fixed on the oven.

"the cookies aren't gonna bake faster if you stare at 'em."

you hold back a giggle when he slowly turns to look up at you from where he's crouched down on the floor. his eyes that were practically pasted to the oven widening the slightest bit like he'd been caught doing something bad. he blinks at you, then swiftly looks away.

"i'm just checking to make sure they don't burn." he explains. you don't know if you've seen him blink more than four times the entire time you've been staring at him staring at the chocolate chip marshmallow cookies you made together. (together meaning with him watching you most of the time and occasionally mixing. as much as you love your boyfriend, he should absolutely not be trusted around food.)

"that's what we have the timer for." you quip, leaning against the kitchen cupboard and crossing your arm with a smirk.

he looks up at you, then fixes the kitchen timer sitting on the stove with a little frown that you recognize as a pout, you huff out a light laugh at his cute expression. from his miniscule facial expressions you can see he's a little embarrassed at the fact you'd outsmarted him. he turns to look at the cookies again.

"i can see when they're done baking better from here. faster than the timer can."

"oh yeah ?"

he nods "very clearly."

you snort. after looking at him for a while longer you sigh to get his attention. it works immediately and he looks up at you, eyes occasionaly trailing back to the oven towards the cookies as he waits to hear what you want.

you wordlessly spread your arms out, batting your eyelashes at him. he blinks, then a small smile grows on his handsome face in realization. he slowly walks over to you before pulling you into a comfortable hug, he huffs out a chuckle when you squeeze his waist.

shoto buries his head into your shoulder, right into the crook of your neck, and breathes you in. he’s had a habit of doing that often—if not every time you hug—and you don’t really know why he does, but you definitely don’t mind.

"you could've just told me that you wanted to try the cookies first." you tease, giggling when he huffs against your shoulder. he turns his head to speak against your neck.

"that wasn't my intention." he mumbles weakly, nosing at your neck when you scoff out a laugh.

"right. that's why you were practically glued to the oven mere seconds ago."

"i did no such thing."

"don't lie !" you reprimand, tugging at his hair lightly in joking punishment "you're not getting any cookies if you do." you hear him huff and feel a slight smirk growing against you.

"i..may have been surveying them rather closely—"

"very closely."

"—but it was simply to check." he finishes, ignoring your comment. shoto noses at your shoulder and sighs "i felt like even though you wanted to make the cookies together, i was barely able to help you with anything.." he trails off. your eyebrows furrow, and you try pull shoto out of the nest he's made for himself inside your shoulder, but shoto could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to be. his arms tighten around your waist and he his hair tickles against your cheek when he tries to shove his head inside your shoulder somehow.

you sigh, giving up your attempts to get him to look at you and simply settle on running your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he sighs contently. "sho, you helped me out lots. you always took over for me when i didn't feel like mixing anymore and helped me out with those big strong arms of yours." you feel him smile against you and your smile grows mirroring his.

" but i really wanted to help you out more, i know i'm not really good at this.." he mutters sadly, a frown grows on his face and you feel the corners of your mouth turn down as well.

"but you're real good at a lot of other things ! i'm not great at everything either." you reason, absentmindeldly twirling a strand of his hair around your finger "but i could teach you some tips and tricks, if you want."

he looks up at you at that, the smile growing on his face makes your heart race. "really ? i might be a little hard to manage." he jests, running his hands up and down your sides. his eyes brighten the more he looks at you and you're 100% sure you mirror his expression when you throw him a smug smirk.

"don't you underestimate me, mr todoroki ! you're nothing compared to what i've dealt with before."

"oh ?" he hums, lifting a brow. you nod and his smiles grows " and what, if i may ask, have you dealt with before ?" he challenges.

"that is classified information that i cannot disclose. you're just gonna have to trust me." you shoot back and press your finger to his lips, snickering when his eyes widen a fraction before he looks down at you playfully. he takes hold of your hand and presses a kiss to each of your fingertips, making fireworks go off inside your stomach.

"well then," he presses a final lingering kiss to the back of your hand with a run of his thumb against your skin. his eyes glow with mischief when he looks at you.

"i'm in your care."

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bloompompom · 9 months

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Not a request or anything! But what would husband! Eren do if he walked in on his wife masturbating when he gets home?

ooooooweeee i love opening tumblr to this! 😍

content: f!reader, smut, voyeurism, pornography, jealousy, 18+ only

he was hoping to surprise you by coming home early. you weren’t expecting him for another few hours, evident by the stillness of the house. the thought crossed his mind to scare you (because he’s a punk), but before he was even halfway down the hall, he heard a soft buzzing. a vibrating.

it was an infamous sound, one he recognized well. ears perked like a dog, eren followed the sound, closing in on the bedroom door, warm light seeping into the hallway through the crack.

he kept his steps light, lighter than ever before. not even the floor boards gave him away; he only made out that electric him and the soft huffs of your breaths. He stayed long enough to hear them melt into moans, sweetening by the second.

he knew he shouldn’t linger. it was a bit perverted of him, wasn’t it? but fuck, he just couldn’t help himself. you were his wife—his beautiful one at that. it was as if he was frozen in place, unwilling to leave but unable to move even an inch.

the front of his jeans felt tight, and he hadn’t even seen a glimpse of you. eren reached to adjust himself, but before he knew it, he was palming over his cock. unknowingly, too, his body desperate for any relief, even if it is through layers of clothing.

and when he finally decided to make himself known, ready to please you because he knew he could do it faster than your vibrator, he wasn’t sure if it was you or him that was more surprised.

eren expected you’d startle, that you’d curse but let him join you anyway. but what he didn’t expect was to see you lock and shove your phone to the bed, screen down. that intrigued him more.

heart thumping, for more reasons than one, you tore the blanket over yourself with a shriek. “shit, eren! don’t—”

“what were you watching?”

he was boyish with it, smugness curling at the corner of his mouth. the back of your neck started to burn.

“nothing,” you answered, more or less like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

you knew you shouldn’t be ashamed; he was your husband, but that didn’t make it any less jarring.

of course he didn’t believe you. and you were about to kick him out to collect yourself before he started coming closer until he rested a hand at the end of your bed.

“let me see it,” eren urged. his tone changed, now honey-coated and low. “i wanna see what you want me to do to you.”

your gut reaction was to say no, but your lips tightened in thought. he found you at a weak, very weak, moment, still achy with need. then here was your husband, bedroom eyes and all, crawling into bed with you, ready to fuck and fulfill you.

you went with it—with him. you reached for your phone, unlocked it, and played the video from where you left off.

you watched it together, sort of. your eyes shifted from the video to him. you’d never seen anyone study porn so intently. eren took the phone from you, holding it with both hands as he watched. you couldn’t read his expression.

another minute dragged by, your stomach knotting the entire time. eventually, eren closed out of the video but kept your phone close.

he still had that unreadable look on his face as he turned to you, eyes no longer darkened with lust but something else.

eren kissed you before you could decide on it—yanked the blanket off you and peeled your top over your head before you could register his lips on yours. because of the compromising situation he found you in, you were in just your underwear as he flipped you onto your stomach, much like the woman in the video. he took you by your hips, raising them so he could hastily slip your panties down your legs.

“you don’t need to be watching that shit,” he grunted, punctuating it with a smack on your ass. your back arched on instinct.

eren hadn’t made a single move to undress himself. he only propped your phone up in front of you, its camera lens fixed on the two of you.

“let me give you something that’s worth watching.”

#you spoil me #i wrote more than i thought but hnnnng this prompt got me #eren smut #eren x reader

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thewritingofspencerrose · 4 months

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Mistakes Made

Travis Kelce x OC

I've gone to stay with Jason and the girls. When you've decided you're ready to talk, you know where to find me.

Those words weren't the first thing to trigger Travis to the fact that he had fucked up.

The first was when he had left without a response on Friday, but he had assumed she would reach out and they would fix things.

The second was the night before the game. There was no facetime, no call, nothing to soothe the amount he was missing her.

The third was when he only got a single text from her during the week he was gone, on Sunday just before the game, and it was only five words. Good luck, I love you.

He had realized immediately how badly he had fucked up. But not for a moment did he want to recognize that.

"You are the biggest asshat I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."

"Jason-"

"Who do you think you are showing up at my front door?" It's Kylie this time, still wiping her hands on a towel from the kitchen but her expression is anything but the image of kind housewife that the rest of her is portraying. "After what you did to Dorthy, you have the audacity to show your face?"

"Ky," Is all he can manage to mumble, every ounce of exhaustion clear in his whole body. "I'm here to fix things, not to fight with you or Jason."

"You shouldn't have left yourself with something to apologize for Trav," Jason is the one to offer as advice, letting him into the entry. "Thea showed up to the house sobbing with an overnight bag on Friday and Ky couldn't even get the reason for your fight out of her until yesterday."

"I fucked up, I know that."

"Your girlfriend told you she was pregnant with your child and you walked out of the house without a word. You more than fucked up Travis," Kylie corrects, the end of her scolding being punctuated with soft giggles from another room.

"What are the girls doing up so late?" Travis asks, knowing the sound of his nieces giggles by heart. "I thought they had a bedtime of 8:30?"

"Dorthy and the girls are making your mom's cookie recipe," Kylie answers, moving her body out of his path to the kitchen, the three adults entering to a sight that would bring smiles to anyones face.

But the sight only made Travis want to cry.

Because there was the love of his life, wearing his sweatshirt with his middle niece on her hip, the new tightness of the sweatshirt and little girl's leg accentuating the woman's baby bump.

How far along did she say she was again?

His oldest niece is beside them on a stool, scooping the cookie batter onto the pan of they all dance around to music.

It's so domestic, and it's something that he and she will have in their futures. If he can fix this.

"Wyatt, Elliotte, come with me to get ready for bed and Auntie will put the cookies in the oven. Daddy and I will even let you come back down to have cookies with Auntie and Uncle when they're done," Kylie promises, the little girls being helped down and hugging their aunts legs, doing the same to their uncles' on the way out of the room, chasing each other up the stairs.

"Jas, come on, give the two a minute," Kylie instructs, tugging on my brother-in-law's arms, a soft smile being shot my way as they leave the room.

And now it's just Trav and I, the man who's presence I hadn't noticed until Ky took the kids.

"Hi," Is the only greeting I can manage, tucking the cookies into the oven for the girls before wrapping my arms around myself.

"How did I not notice this before?" He asks in a response, feet carrying him in long strides over to me. His eyes are trained on my stomach the entire time, until his eyes catch mine, "May I?"

"Trav, you've touched everywhere on my body, I don't know why you're asking now," I mumble, but this just seems to insult him.

"We haven't talked in a week Baby, I don't deserve to touch you, prior or not," He whispers, and I can feel the tears coming to my eyes.

"You can," I approve, his hands meeting my stomach, rounding over his sweatshirt to see the true size of the bump.

"How have I not noticed you were growing our little bean in there?" His tears slipping down his face. "I'm so sorry for walking out. I didn't know how to process the information, but that was no excuse to just walk out. I should have celebrated you, I should have celebrated our baby. And instead I walk out for a fucking football game." He scoffs.

I hate that he's crying. Argument or not. He's apologizing and I just hate that he's upset.

Taking the pads of my thumbs, I rub the tears from his eyes, taking his hands from my sides and into my own.

"Actually, she's about the size of an artichoke these days," I correct, chuckling lightly in an attempt to soften the sadness. "And it's ok. I mean, it's not, it really tore me apart thinking you didn't want our baby, but I should have told you sooner. Just with practice and games and -"

"You're not allowed to apologize when I'm the one who did wrong, Baby," He interrupts, a bright smile breaking out on his lips as he pulls me closer to his body by my hips. "So we're having a little girl?"

"I'm convinced your family can't result in boys," Kylie's voice chimes from the doorway, her and Jason standing wrapped in each other's arms. "I mean, this is four for four on kids that is going to be a girl."

"Speaking of," Travis starts, looking between all of us, "Do the girls know?"

"We're having a baby cousin!!" Wy cheers, bursting into the room with Elliott hot on her tail.

"Does this whole family just eaves drop and bust in?" I can't help but question, because this is just wild.

"We do, you should be used to this Kid," Jason confirms, Wyatt and Elliott joining Trav and I in a little hug.

"You girls know about your little cousin?" Trav asks, smiling as he crouches next to the two.

Ellie just nods, but it's her sister who answers.

"Yeah, Daddy said it will make Grammy love you more."

"That's it, I'm calling Mom!"

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nfl fanfiction #nfl football #travis kelce x oc #travis kelce #jason kelce #long term relationship

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arkiwii · 2 months

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What do you think of Saria / Silence / Ptilopsis? Silence has two wings, and Joyce was very affectionate in the manhua...

that's! an amazing question! you can get a cookie

so I actually did condidered it at some point. I have absolutely nothing against polycule ships, and I do headcanon some characters as poly, so I was wondering hey, maybe I should consider Saria/Silence/Ptilopsis! I started by reading a few fanfictions, and I ended up with the conclusion "it's very cute"

and. that's all

I'm not against the ship, and I'm ok with it, but I just can't be into it - and the main reason comes from Ptilopsis herself. you see, she's such an amazing and complex character, and I ended up with a few headcanons about her. I'll explain it;

firstly, I can't decide whenever I want to imagine that Joyce does have romantic feelings for Olivia, or not. I don't want to say "she doesn't have them because of device #9" - she had proven a lot that she can feel things, she just can't express them well. so saying that she can't feel love is very wrong. but in any cases, I came with a conclusion; even if she was in love, she wouldn't even recognize it. my main example is with how seems to struggle to understand the concept of affection, and it's proven in her operator record:

it's taking place after Rhine Lab... is she doubting her friendship with Silence??* not saying she never considered Silence as a friend, but I think she's... unaware. it's like she can feel things, but can't process what she's feeling. so if she was in love, would she even know? does she think she's even able to feel love?

*(adding that it might just be a joke. in Silence's operator record, she does "register Silence as a friend". but it's because Silence said that Joyce was her friend. and when Silence reminds her again "you're my friend", she felt the need to confirm it? and she notes it in her diary, too. a diary where she writes things she doesn't want to forget. it's like she forgets that she's not just "Dr. Silence's assistant".)

and the second reason is, even if she was in love, even if she realized it... I don't think she would say it or want to engage in a relationship.

she knows that she's dying, and she cares a lot about Silence. she really does. but Olivia is going through a lot - Joyce knows that her death would cause a lot of pain for Olivia. because she's Olivia's friend - now imagine if she was Olivia's partner. that would cause way more pain. I don't think Joyce would allow this to happen, she wouldn't want. as she says, she wants them to have a happy ending, even if it means that Olivia has to be happy with someone else.

Ptilopsis is a very tragic character. love is a strong and beautiful feeling, and my god, you can write so much story about it. I can understand that people would want her to be in a relationship, after all, we all want her happy, and I wanr her happy too! but I'm a dumbass bound to "the scenario" and I tend to build headcanons and ships based on if it brings something interesting or not. and I think Ptilopsis is an amazing example of "to love is to want the person you love happy, even if it's without you".

and I also want to add that Joyce is happy either way! well, she says that she's satisfied with her life. it could have been better, but she doesn't mourn it. despite what device #9 brought in her life, it also gave her another view on life, and opened her eyes to things she never saw before. and she thinks it's suffisant

ANYWAY SO big tl;dr - they're cute and I don't mind it at all, but I can't ship them because it would bring nothing but pain when she'll be gone. and I fucking love drama and angst and bittersweet scenarios

#i want to note that im just explaining why i can't ship them #im not trying to convince anyone to agree with what i think #as i said scenario and character development and symbolism is something crucial to me if i want to be into a ship #and sometimes it's more interesting to just accept that a relationship isn't possible #ANYWAY Joyce is so interesting #(also I normalize platonic physical affection a lot)#(hugs or holding hands is to me something that should be normal between friends)#(so seeing Joyce so affective in the manhua just made me say “she cares so much”)#im done ranting ok #arknights #askiwi

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nobedofroses · 5 months

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December 1st

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

warnings: just fluff!

words: 626

a/n: very excited to be starting this again! @toomanystoriessolittletime tagging you for day 1 💖

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You walked into the cargo area, everything cargo related pushed to the side, and sat down next to Din and Grogu. The plate of cookies in your hand was deposited between all three of you and the two mugs of spiced cider set between Din and yourself.

As you got fully settled, Din looked at you and you looked at him for real and inhaled sharply, trying not to break into laughter at the sight of his face. Din’s unhelmeted face was splashed with purple paint, and looking down, the rest of his simple clothes had multi-color splatters, tiny colorful handprints, and lots of smears of paint.

You coughed once and then cleared your throat and then grabbed your mug to try and hide your smile behind as Din gave you a death glare.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Oh come on,” you reasoned, setting your mug down. “Are you telling me that you would really deprive the baby of his art?”

For the past couple weeks, Grogu had been drawing with whatever he could get his hands on, on any flat surface there was. Namely the walls. In an attempt to channel this need for artistic expression into something that didn’t require such constant cleaning, you had convinced, well asked, Din to buy some paints and paper.

He had come back from the market about three quarters of the way through your baking and had taken Grogu to the cargo area to begin while you finished up. They had only been at it for about 25 minutes, but, evidenced by Din’s clothes and face, Grogu was a prodigy.

You looked at the little green child across from Din and asked, “What have you made, honey?”

He held up his piece of paper, heavier to withstand the paint, and turned so you could see better. In the process, he accidentally swiped the bottom of the painting across Din’s knee, further dirtying his clothes. You stifled a laugh.

The painting, now that you could see it, had many handprints and fingerprints, and swirls all over it, depicting… nothing you could recognize.

“Oh, it’s beautiful! Look at those colors! And I like how you used your handprints,” you told him with a solemn nod and he babbled proudly.

“Are you ready for your next piece of paper? Or are you still working on this one?” you asked, looking around for the pad of paper that Din had bought.

Din held it up from the ground on his far side, and you saw another handprint on it, not bothering to hide your giggle this time.

Grogu nodded, said some things in baby talk and pointed at the paper pad. Din dutifully tore off another piece and you took the finished paper to set to the side so it could dry.

As Grogu got started, you leaned in close to Din and whispered, “Where are the brushes?”

Seconds went by and you watched Din’s face morph into disbelief, seemingly at himself, “The brushes.”

“And you’re trying to blame me for the mess, silly man,” you laughed softly and nudged his shoulder with yours. “You’ll have to get some tomorrow.”

“Yeah tomorrow,” he agreed, but before you could say anything else he kissed your cheek and then turned to kiss your lips. The two of you indulged in a longer kiss until Grogu got your attention so that you could help him with something.

A week later, the whole ship was papered with paintings, some abstract, some a little more detailed with the brush, and some that were just one solid color across the entire piece of paper. But your favorite was the one taped to the console of the ship with three different sized handprints on it.

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#din djarin #blurb #din djarin x reader #fluff #nobedofroses #stephswinterwritingchallenge

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anlian-aishang · 9 months

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Memories were impossible to discard. They faded on their own, ready or not.

tags: levi x reader, angst, breakup, modern AU, fem!reader word count: 2100

You had been here before, some sunflowery years ago. The black-haired boy from back then was now just a faint glimmer in the ravened man who took his place. On purpose or by coincidence, he had sat in that same spot: the small round table in the back corner of the cafe. Where it began. Where it was ending.

Levi rested his chin on his right hand. Left hand held the mug in his trademark way. You remembered seeing him for the first time - wondering what that hold was all about. Now, you knew the backstory quite well. You knew all of him quite well. A pang in your heart as you realized: despite knowing him so deeply, or maybe because you knew him so deeply, it had come to this.

Under the table, his legs crossed at the ankles. Beside them, a couple of plain cardboard boxes. He had considered labeling their contents in black permanent marker, but ultimately decided against it. You were a smart cookie. You would know how he packed them. How many trips had you gone on together? How many suitcases had you shared? By now, you were familiar with his methods - familiar with all of him.

You had thrown together the necessities in a manic fit of heartbreak. Tearing through the closet, you ripped all of your belongings off their hangers - all the ones you could decipher past the tears in your eyes - and threw them into garbage bags. That left some ambiguous white tees and straight-cut jeans, those of yours he washed and folded days later. It did cross his mind that they would still smell of him - his apartment, his detergent - but at that thought, he did not know what to do about it.

Knees wobbled as you walked to him - both just like and unlike how they had on that first date. Back then, with anticipation. Now, riddled with dread. Seemingly in slow motion, his gaze turned from out the window straight on to you. In that blink, you swore his eye color changed: grey in reflection of the rainy day, brightened blue at the sight of you. Your reactions were contradictory: both a surge of confidence yet a lump in your throat knowing how much you meant to him.

You winced as you pulled the chair out, metal scraping against the cement floor. Levi’s cheek twitched, you always hated that sound, yet your cringe was so cute when you heard it. With a shaky sigh, you offered, “Sorry.”

Silently, Levi stood his palm up, don’t be.

Unzipping your jacket, Levi immediately averted his gaze. You had teased him with that move so many times before, just seeing your hand rise to your zipper could do unspeakable things to him. You had not expected that his attraction or memories would die this quickly, but still, he felt inexplicably dirty across from you undressing. Certainly, you would have laughed at him had you seen the way he emptied your underwear drawer: pinching your delicates as far from him as possible, flinging them out of sight, as if he were sinning by the second. A panty raid of his own dresser.

From the inner pocket, you removed a notepad with a to-do list. Levi recognized it as the one he had gifted you for a birthday two… three? years ago. Brown leather, your initials engraved. He wondered if you remembered, jut his heel against the ground, kicking old habitual daydreams.

“So,” your sigh was heavy, “shall we get started?”

Levi opened his hands to you. Lead the way. Do your worst.

“Right…” another sigh, almost as heavy as the first, “so, remaining rent.”

Rent, utilities, furniture, the printer, tv, microwave, toaster, utensils, cups. They were meaningless to you both, but last night, as you clawed for closure, these were the things you clung to and wrote down in a nausea-filled frenzy. Watching your expressions, bargaining within yourself did I really write that? Levi could read you clearly. Crossing off line by line was like driving to a dentist appointment, forcing yourself to a destination both beneficial and terrifying. Accomplishing tasks, devoid of satisfaction.

The last line.

“Anything else you forgo-”

“I didn’t forget anything.”

A terse eye contact. Did you interrupt me? You thought I’d forget something? He would not say it was without willpower, but he had summoned the proper foresight. When your replacement took your spot in his bed, he did not want them to stumble upon a stuffed animal or a leftover locket. With a bite in his lip, he had scrubbed his apartment from floor to ceiling - deliberately washed away were all traces of you - he hoped his mentality would take after the space.

“Well,” you raised your brows and ticked, “anything you did forget -”

There’s that anger.

“- or mail that ends up at your place, you can forward to 845 Fairway Avenue.”

A flicker of recognition in his gaze. Through arid bangs, he glanced up to you, your parents’?

You answered with a kindred half-smile, what can ya do?

To anyone else, his half-exhale was nothing. You recognized it as Levi’s laugh. “Good luck with that.”

“Thanks,” you grinned - genuine, “I’ll need it.”

His lips parted in response, you know - if you need a place to retreat to… he cut himself off with a cough. Its replacement, though, was perhaps even more flattering. “You’ll be fine. You’ve always found a way.”

A round of chills, you cursed yourself for them. Compliments were never easy to accept - especially from exes. Your friends had coached you in preparation for the screaming, for the insults, for the I never loved you and the pathetic monologue. But even then, on those drunken nights, you knew that Levi would never. Compliments, though, were an entirely different beast - maybe even worse.

Your fingers twitched against the thin pages. He knew that you were wonderful. He knew that you knew he felt that way. Long-distance text messages, anniversary dinners, love letters and love marks - they all communicated his infatuation. Whether you set them to the fire or threw them in the trash, that would not make them false then or now. Wait. Were you talking about his feelings or yours? Tears began to well again, though you could have sworn there were none left to cry, supposing that was the tragedy of it all: two good people in love with each other - tearing themselves apart.

Your lip instinctively quivered, tempted for indulgence, a sucker after the shot, “Guess the past few years had some benefit after all -” your smile pushed your cheeks up, coercing a couple of teardrops. You hoped he would not notice them. You knew that he did. Your voice crackled, “- taking after you.”

Levi hated seeing you cry, and though he had heard it was supposed to make him feel better, it did the opposite as it always had. Imagine them crying over you! Imagine them living in their parents’ basement! He scowled, shitty advice. Your sadness incited only his anger - a feeling of powerlessness. His fists clenched, urging to punch something. Veins in his throat stood, threatening to raise his voice. Eyes began to sting. No. Not this again.

He swallowed it down, self-depricating humor a cheap substitute, “Don’t forget: your good girl -”

Good girl.

“- vocabulary’s gone rotten.”

That got a couple healthy laughs. Your tears continued to fall even as you giggled. The sight made him sick to his stomach, yet pushed him to provide more medicine. “And insomnia’s contagious. I’ve robbed you of many nights of sleep.”

A flame of nostalgia in your middle: robbed you of sleep - he had. Fire smothered by heart’s weight: sleepless nights, Levi would continue to give you. Your lips alternated between a bright smile and the steepest frown. Adorably nightmarish. Levi felt his chest cave: breaking up with you had been a recurring nightmare - perpetually soothed by snapping his eyes open to find you at his side, hugging you to him, and hearing you promise I’ll never leave you, Levi until he believed it enough to fall asleep again.

Liar. Liar! No. Even as he tried to hate you, searched for a reason to hate you, his efforts were fruitless. Mascara ran down your face, your eyes tinged red, dressed in wrinkled black fresh off the floor, you were as beautiful as every other day. Others might have been pissed that you marched in here with a list of demands from him even after you had severed his heart, but your partner ex-partner looked on lovingly. Good for you for prioritizing yourself. You always struggled with that.

As if watching your scene, the sun peeked from behind the nimbus curtains. Bright in his eyes, accidentally causing an end to this film. Its glow cascaded to the boxes at his feet and to your sedan outside.

“Rain stopped.” His speech had a singe to it, something caught in his throat, words stuck there. He nudged his shoe against the boxes. They grazed your legs, “Let’s -”

Let’s. It was the last time either of you would use it to refer to the two of you.

“ - get these out there… before it starts again.”

Before it starts again. Feelings, desires, the longing to throw your arms around his undercut, the urge to calm the tremble in your lips through a press of his. I’m sorry. Me too. Let’s try again.

You nodded, wiping your eyes with the back of your wrists. Sniffles and throat clears, you tried to get back to normal as if preparing for a presentation, as if your audience of one had not seen the breakdown before. “Yeah.”

Levi lifted the boxes like they were nothing. You held the door for him, no please or thanks expected. The walk was wordless. No traffic passing by, not even pedestrians. Puddles along your path. Shoes soaked through, normally enough to ruin your day, but today, you didn’t notice it. All you noticed was the way his hair wisped in the wind, the flat in his brow, a steady stride that outpaced yours despite the weight he carried. He noticed how you fidgeted with the keys, your stare straight down, minute glances his way - praying he didn’t see them, hoping he was reciprocating them to you. Another callback to that blind date.

Like then, he had walked you to your car. Unlike then, he did not hop in your passenger seat. Instead, he shifted your luggage to his left arm and popped your trunk with his right. The way his fingers curled made you press your thighs together. Pupils dilated, you felt ashamed for it. Those hands that stripped you free, words that praised you and encouraged you not to hide - his work was already being undone.

The loud slam of your trunk seemed to break the sound barrier, break your train of thought. Your focus snapped to him - his steel gaze intently on you. Hands rested on his hips. Breaths regular. All others would see his neutral features and write him off as cold, disinterested, indifferent. Throughout your relationship, you had pled his case to others as the opposite. You feared what he would do without you, what the world would do to him without you there. Your hands started to reach for the pen and notepad in your pockets. A letter to his future lover: here are his quirks, these are the best parts of him, love him, cherish him, avoid my mistakes, he deserves better.

Selfishly, they snatched his wrist. In the wake of his startle, fingers intertwined innately as they had a thousand times before - on walks, in bed, and in times less trying than this one. As one, your hold moved to your cheek, wiping the last traces of damp. Then, to his lips, where he drank them down. Your salt on his tongue - your taste in him forever.

“This sucks.”

“Yeah.”

Foreheads fell against one another. Noses touched. Your mouths lingered mere inches away, your exhales his inhales, but failed to meet. Only once your eyes closed did he set his feelings free. Single, silent tears rolled down. Skin to skin, you assumed they were your own.

Whether he cried then or later, you never knew. Whether you got over him, he never found out. Once upon a time, you had known all each other’s truths. But even in that parking lot, mysteries started to be made. Then came your eye color. After that, his smile. Scents eventually faded. Strands of hair swept away. His music erased from your playlists. Your coffee grounds thrown to the winds. Memories were impossible to discard, they faded on their own, ready or not.

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have mercy on me | #3 hold me while you wait

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: As the tears from your cheeks dry up you find yourself longing for someone who was once your favorite person in the world. Eddie still doesn't give up and fights for your attention. In between, there is a tender moment of weakness, and an irresistible proposition appears in front of you. Also, you begin to realize things you hadn't thought of before.

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song that I used: Lewis Capaldi - Hold Me While You Wait

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I think we can say that this chapter will focus on Eddie a little bit more, I hope it's fine! Plans have changed a bit and instead of three chapters, there will be four, thank you very much to everyone who shared their opinion about it and helped me decide! Thank you also for being willing to wait for one more chapter!

It took a very long time before you stopped crying. You were no longer able to count all the nights you had cried. However, the fact that the tears had stopped flowing did not mean that the pain had stopped. Now, instead of crying into your pillow, you spent hours before bedtime staring aimlessly at the ceiling and couldn't help thinking that all you wanted at that moment was his arms wrapped around your body. You longed for him. Longing was fighting with pain, you didn't know what you wanted anymore. Part of you didn't want to see him ever again, while the other part couldn't stand the craving. The two contradictions were at war within you driving you crazy and causing sleepless nights.

Eddie took a completely new plan. Since you actually needed the space he wanted to give it to you, but he also made sure that he didn't completely disappear from your daily life. He paid special attention to always make at least one appearance. When your eyes met in the school corridor he immediately smiled genuinely and waved at you. Even if at first your gaze immediately escaped in a completely different direction, it didn't matter. The important thing was that you noticed him. That you knew he noticed you. Every few days, first thing in the morning when you opened your locker little notes flew out of it, which always wished you a good day. You knew perfectly well who was writing them, you would recognize the handwriting anywhere. When you entered the class you shared together a carefully wrapped cookie was waiting on your seat on the desk, and attached to it was another piece of paper. A slightly larger one, on which he left various drawings or silly riddles and rebuses. At first you guarded against it. You gave all the cookies to Robin, and quickly hid the riddles and drawings at the bottom of your backpack. Eddie, however, did not give up. There were days when he was your daily routine, when you spent almost twenty-four hours in each other's company, and it still wasn't enough. Now he had to fight for every second, but he didn't mind. He knew it was worth it, especially when, a few weeks later, he saw you once again roll your eyes at the sight of a cookie, but this time you didn't immediately throw it into your backpack. Instead, you ate it and then looked at the attached piece of paper, where there was a particularly silly rebus. When he noticed the gentle smile that flashed across your expression he felt like getting up from his seat and falling to his knees in front of you begging for forgiveness, because he again wanted to be the reason for your smile. This time, unfortunately, he couldn't take the shortcut, but that didn't scare him anymore. Lately his life had consisted of quick, convenient and reckless decisions that did not end well.

After a whole week of barely sleeping nights, Friday was a challenge for you. You felt as if you were behind a fog, completely like the outside world was not reaching you. Like a shadow you roamed the halls following Robin and trying to keep up with her. At each class your eyelids became incredibly heavy, and the teachers' voices seemed to become much more monotonous and soporific. To make matters worse, after class you had to deal with an essay that had a deadline on Monday.

A pleasant silence greeted you in the library. All the tables were occupied so you were not the only one who left everything to the last minute. You moved straight to your favorite place. In the fantasy section you sat on the floor between the shelves, looking around. Whenever you came here with Eddie you sat in exactly the same place looking here for inspiration for songs or his new campaigns. You involuntarily smiled at the memory of the hours you shared together between these bookcases. The closeness that was between you, the warmth that filled you from the inside but also enveloped you on the outside. You missed it so badly.

Giving in to nostalgia, you reached to the very bottom of your backpack where all the messages and drawings he had left you recently were still lying. Of them all, one in particular caught your attention. A sketch of a lighthouse with sea waves crashing against it. Feeling the familiar sting in your heart, you put the rest back in your bag and took out your textbook, wanting to change the course of your thoughts. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy because the thought of whether the storm was definitely over came back like a boomerang. Resigned, you closed your eyes for a moment, resting your head against the cold wall. Inhale, exhale...inhale...exhale...everything will work out. Someday. Eventually.

The Hellfire campaign had just come to an end when Steve walked into the drama room to pick up the kids and drive them home. When everything was cleaned up everyone left the school. Eddie kept a few steps behind the teens and Steve.

"Steve! Holy shit, Steve!" Robin ran out of the school panicked. "I can't find her anywhere!"

"Robin, calm down. Who can't you find?"

"y/n! We were supposed to meet after band rehearsal, she was supposed to be waiting for me in the library because she was working on some essay, but when I went there all the tables were empty, I searched all the classrooms but she's nowhere to be found, I even called her house, but her mom said she's not back yet, I'm already running out of ideas!" Robin's worry was justified. The three of you met when you started working at Scoops Ahoy, and what you went through together made the very worst scenarios pop into your friend's head.

"Calm down, I'm sure you must have passed each other somewhere, or she just forgot that you were supposed to meet." Steve tried to calm her down.

"We need to split up and look for her!" said Dustin.

"I'm sure she's somewhere in the area!" added Lucas.

Eddie listened to the conversation. He knew that you would never forget meeting with Robin, which also began to worry him. While the others were conferring about where you might have been he unnoticed returned to the school.

You were standing on the beach at the shore. The water was gently brushing your feet and the sun was pleasantly casting warm rays on your face. Eddie was calling your name from afar, you turned with a smile in the direction of his voice but you didn't see him anywhere. You started looking around but still couldn't see him anyplace. Suddenly the sky was obscured by dark storm clouds, and in the blink of an eye the calm surface of the water began to storm, and the waves piled up and smashed with loud bang against everything they encountered in their route. Only then you saw him. He was fighting the element, trying with all his might to stay afloat. The water swamped him at every moment, he was desperately catching air waving his arms while still calling your name. This time, however, it wasn't in a warm and cheerful tone like the one at the beginning, now he was begging for your help, with horror in his eyes as he watched you stand motionless on the edge. It's not that you didn't want to help him. You wanted to, in fact, so badly, but you couldn't. You were paralyzed and, despite your inner struggle, you were unable to overcome the force that held you down. You felt like screaming, but your mouth wouldn't open either. "He is drowning. He's drowning because of you." some voice whispered it in your ear. You were a prisoner of your own body and of a voice you had never heard before. His cries for help were getting shriller and shriller, the more you wanted to move you were met with more resistance. Suddenly, the light of a lighthouse was pointed straight at him. "This is your fault. Now take a good look because this is the last of the breaths he will take before the water floods his lungs and consumes him."

"y/n!" Eddie immediately knelt down next to you when he found you hunched over and leaning against the bookshelf. You were mumbling something under your breath; he could see you were having a nightmare. When Robin said you were not sitting at any of the tables in the library he knew where to look for you. He knew perfectly well that he would find you in your place. Nevertheless, he did not expect to find you sleeping there. Beside you lay a textbook and on the textbook was a drawing of a lantern he had left for you.

He gently grabbed your arm and, repeating your name over and over, began to shake you slightly. After a while you woke up terrified. Your eyes jumped around the room quickly and in panic until they finally stopped on his face.

"You're alive." you said still not fully conscious. Not in control, feeling as if it was still a dream you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

Eddie was in shock. Why would he be dead? This question, could wait. After a moment's hesitation, he reciprocated the hug feeling as if he was on cloud nine having you in his arms again. He nuzzled against your neck, snuggling his face into its bend. He felt like crying. The warmth that emanated from you instantly chased away the coldness in his heart that was there, it was overwhelming. He did not say a word for fear that the slightest whisper would frighten you away.

Your breathing was still rapid and irregular. Whatever you were dreaming about must have been really scary. With one hand he began to stroke your back, remembering that this was one of the gestures that always calmed you down in nervous situations.

Neither of you expected the moment of closeness, but you both allowed yourselves to enjoy it. No matter how much he broke your heart it was still only in his arms that you felt safe. You wanted to melt into his embrace and stay there forever. Unfortunately, when you finally calmed down, the shock of the dream passed and you realized everything that was happening you quickly moved away and got up from the floor. Eddie with sadness in his eyes watched as a thick, unbreakable wall grew between you again.

"I'm sorry. It was a moment of weakness." You said quietly picking up your things from the floor.

"Right..." He didn't even hide the sorrow in his voice. "You should...uh- you should go to find Robin, together with Harrington and the rest are out of their minds what's happening to you." You nodded and in silence you both walked back to the parking lot.

"Where the hell have you been?" shouted Robin running up to you.

"In the library, I kinda fell asleep..." you replied embarrassed.

"Robin was already thinking that the Russians had kidnapped you." Dustin laughed.

"Fortunately, no. Can we go home now?" you asked looking at your friend.

"On condition that you will stay with me tonight. Someone has to see to it that you finally get some sleep." replied Robin rolling her eyes. "Since you won't take care of yourself, someone has to do it for you."

Eddie and the rest of them watched as your silhouettes moved away as you walked faster toward your bikes. He was glad that you had Robin with you and that Robin wanted to help you, wanted to take care of you, but he couldn't overtake the desire to be in her place. He was the one who wanted to take care of you. He would give a lot to be able to take you home now and tuck you to sleep in his arms.

"How did you know where to find her?" asked Steve.

"She was in the library." Eddie shrugged his shoulders.

"Robin said she wasn't there," he said.

"She said she wasn't at any table, and she was right, which doesn't change the fact that she was in the library all that time." he smiled nostalgically. "She was, um... In our favorite place," he said.

"You have to be patient." Steve sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for your help."

He knew patience was never his best side but what else could he do? Even if he never gets you all back like he wanted, maybe one more moment of weakness like today will come along?

"Robin! Holy shit, Robin!" you ran through the corridor straight towards your friend. On the opposite side of the corridor stood the entire Hellfire Club looking at you with curiosity. You were bursting with excitement.

"What happened?" she asked catching you in the middle as you stumbled and almost fell over.

"Do you remember The Soul? Where the competition was?"

"yeah, I remember."

"This morning they called me and asked if I'd like to perform on Friday night! They are organizing some kind of 'evening for the broken-hearted'" with your fingers you made a gesture of quotation marks. "And they said they would love to hear more similar songs performed by me like the one I sang at the contest."

"Oh my gosh that's wonderful!" Robin exclaimed and the two of you started jumping up and down with excitement.

"Hey y/n!" shouted Gareth after overhearing all your conversation. "Congratulations!" he and the rest came up to you.

"When is the performance?" asked Simon.

"Saturday at 8 pm." you replied. The smile didn't leave your face. It had been a long time since Eddie had seen you so radiant. At this sight, a smile pressed itself to his lips.

"Can we come?" asked Dustin.

"If you guys want to, sure you can. I could use a little support." You laughed nervously, and after a moment your gaze fell on Eddie who was standing at the back. He smiled at you. I'm proud of you. He wanted to convey that. You only reciprocated the smile slightly and turned towards Robin saying that you must go now.

Saturday turned out to be a very hard day. Eddie had not had the strength to get out of bed since early morning. Overwhelmed by everything, he lay hugging his pillow letting his own brain plunge him even further. Stupid. Worthless. Hopeless. These and many other unpleasant words scrolled alternately in his mind. The hatred he felt for himself was slowly beginning to scare him. As it reached four in the afternoon, he heard a quiet knock on the door.

"You okay, son?" Wayne asked, stepping inside. Not knowing what to answer, the younger Munson remained silent. "Listen...I don't mind you spending all day in bed, but why don't you at least eat something? I made soup." The man sat down next to him on the bed.

"What if I'm the same as him?" a whisper filled the room.

"Who?" Wayne answered only after a longer moment.

"My father."

"Eddie what the-"

"No, Wayne. Listen." The boy quickly broke off and sat down, interrupting his uncle. "Problems with the law? They're there, I'm a fucking drug dealer, just like him, I hurt everyone who loves me, I destroy everything that comes across my path, I'm a goddamn failure, just like him! What's next, will I kill someone too? Maybe I should sooner do it to myself-"

"Edward Munson!" Wayne cut off before Eddie could finish his sentence. He hadn't raised his voice at him in years. The last time was in his teenage years when he started to get into selling drugs. "Under this roof, you don't have the right to talk about yourself like that, do you understand?" His voice was serious and firm. "You're not like him, and I know because-" the man was at a loss for words for a moment. "Because I raised you! And I raised my boy well enough to know that he didn't do these wrongs on purpose. You have a good heart, just like your mother, and nothing will change that, no matter how large of a monster you think yourself to be." He sighed. "You lost your way son. You had a right to it, but just because you got lost doesn't mean you'll never find your way home again. I know it's hard to deal with, but never in your life compare yourself to that man. You can't." His uncle's stone face was now replaced by a worried expression. They had always avoided the subject of his father like a fire, and both probably didn't expect such a strong reaction.

"'m sorry." Eddie muttered.

"It's alright, son." the man replied more calmly. "Do you want to come out of your den and eat soup with your old man?" He smiled slightly.

They both sat down at the table and began to eat in silence. It was a pleasant family silence, during which they simply felt comfortable in each other's company. Eddie knew that no matter how hard he tried he would never in his life be able to show his uncle how grateful he was for his presence in his life.

"Y/n has a gig tonight, she's going to sing her songs." said Eddie looking at the table.

"Aren't you going to go?"

"I don't know... I don't know if he wants me to be there."

"Listen to me boy, even if things haven't been very good between you two lately...That girl has always been there for you, I think you should be there and support her no matter what."

Just then, a knock on the door sounded in the trailer. Without waiting for an invitation, the entire Corroded Coffin rushed inside greeting Wayne.

"What the hell dude? You don't mean to tell me you want to go to her show looking like that!" Gareth made a disgusted face looking at his friend. Wayne involuntarily snorted with laughter. "Go take a shower and get dressed somehow nicely so we don't embarrass her!"

"Don't even try to say you're not going, that option is out of the question." Jeff added while threatening him with his finger. Munson just nodded his head and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

When they arrived at the place you were slowly getting ready to go on stage. Robin held your shoulders and Steve said something quickly while you took deep breaths. Eddie immediately remembered how it was you who calmed him down before his first performance by holding his hand and repeating over and over that it would be okay. That girl was always there for you. Wayne's words rolled around in his head. Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to do the exact same thing for you, he knew it could have made things even worse, so he sat down at one of the tables in the back without taking his eyes off you. You looked around nervously, stopping your gaze at all the familiar faces that were there. The kids were sitting in the front row stealing all your attention by smiling at you and waving. You could see with the naked eye that their presence and excitement touched you. Your gaze traveled farther until it found Gareth, Jeff and Simon who also gave you wide smiles of encouragement. At the very end, your gaze stopped on a familiar storm of curls and dark brown eyes that you would have found at the end of the world. Good luck. He mouthed and placed his hand slightly above your heart on his guitar pick necklace that you had given him. I'm here for you. You're going to be great. There were so many things he wanted to convey to you with that one simple gesture.

You sang some covers and songs, and those songs you wrote yourself. He was proud of you. Your songs were so beautiful that they touched everyone in the hall, looking around the room he saw some people wiping away tears surreptitiously. He himself found it hard to hold back, still remembering that he was the main inspiration for writing these songs. The last song was a new one, he certainly hadn't heard it, but like each of the previous ones, it went straight to the heart.

I'm waiting up, saving all my precious time Losing light, I'm missing my same old us Before we learned our truth too late Resigned to fate, fading away

So tell me, can you turn around? I need someone to tear me down Oh, tell me, can you turn around? But either way

Hold me while you wait I wish that I was good enough If only I could wake you up My love, my love, my love, my love Won't you stay a while?

Tell me more, tell me something I don't know Did we come close to having it all? If you're gonna waste my time Let's waste it right

And hold me while you wait I wish that I was good enough If only I could wake you up My love, my love, my love, my love Won't you stay a while?

I wish you cared a little more I wish you'd told me this before My love, my love, my love, my love Won't you stay a while?

This is you, this is me, this is all we need Is it true? My faith is shaken, but I still believe This is you, this is me, this is all we need So won't you stay a while?

And hold me while you wait I wish that I was good enough If only I could wake you up My love, my love, my love, my love Won't you stay a while?

I wish you cared a little more I wish you'd told me this before My love, my love, my love, my love Won't you stay a while? Stay a while Stay a while My love, my love, my love Won't you stay a while?

Somewhere in all the hurricane of pain, he noticed something else. Listening to the words, he saw things he had been yearning to see for a long time, but was still unsure. Did you miss him? Were you missing the same old you? He would hold you and stay a while, he would stay for as long as you wanted him to. My faith is shaken, but I still believe. These words were his lifeline. He grasped at them like a drowning man grasps at a razor. Yet it wasn't that simple. What if he misunderstood everything? What if he interpreted everything wrong and is only getting his hopes up unnecessarily?

When you finished playing people stood up to start applauding you. He felt himself starting to run out of air, it was too crowded. Taking advantage of the moment of chaos, he quickly walked out in front of the building. With shaking hands, he lit a cigarette and leaned against a brick wall. Deep breaths, Munson. Deep breaths. He repeated to himself in his mind, but those inhalations were getting shallower and shakier.

"Eddie?" at the sound of your voice he jumped up and quickly extinguished his cigarette by throwing it into a trashcan nearby. He looked at you as if you were a ghost. A figment of his imagination, because after all, it was impossible for you to choose him out of everyone who was there for you, right? His intrusive thoughts started working at top speed saying that you were definitely here just to yell at him for coming here. To remind you that he shouldn't be here because you don't want to see him anymore, and that he should finally give you a break and disappear from your life.

"I know that because of what I did to you you think that I didn't care about you and that's why I chose her. But that's not true, I did care and still do." he said. He was losing control of himself, something inside him was breaking. He couldn't hold it in anymore. "You think you were not good enough, but that's not true. You were more than good enough."

Now you were even more shocked than he was. In fact, you had come here with the intention of talking, but you didn't expect such sudden confessions on his part. His cracking voice made you want to approach him, but you still stood motionless waiting for his further words.

"I am not...I am not worthy of your love. I think I chose Chrissy at the time because I was afraid that you, too, would in time find that you were treating me too good and would stop." He began walking nervously around while combing his hands through his hair. "And if I had already felt all the love that you wanted to give me, if I had let you- I would not have been able to give it up. She broke my heart, but if the same thing would happen with you, if I would let you love me the way you wanted to, and then you would see that I don't really deserve it because I'm as hopeless as everyone says, and you would decide to take it away- It would kill me. It would also kill me that I will never be able to give you what you deserve. I'm a walking life disaster, and you deserve a life like a fucking fairy tale!" Pandora's box opened releasing all the demons out of him. "Chrissy never treated me well, never made me feel loved. She treated me like everyone else all my life, she just covered up well with that- She treated me the way I deserved to be treated. She treated me like the worthless piece of shit which I am, that's why I chose her. I was terrified of all the good that was connected to you. It still scares me. I'm trying so hard to control it all, you don't even know how hard it is for me to pretend that it's okay. Nothing is good without you y/n" he felt himself falling apart. With each new tear, a piece of his heart flew out of him. "I would give a lot, really a lot for one more moment of weakness, y'know? But the worst thing is that I have nothing to give! I have nothing valuable in my life that I could give away, and I don't deserve it. I am fucking unworthy."

"Eddie..." His confession opened your eyes to things you hadn't noticed before. Your own pain focused all of your attention, causing you to overlook what effect this whole situation was having on him. You reached out wanting to grab his hand but he moved away.

"I would die for one more moment of weakness like that, but I know that since it was just a moment of weakness you didn't really want it. And I don't want to force you to do anything. I can't. I'm sorry. I am so fucking sorry. For everything." He wiped his tears with his sleeve and turned away.

"Eddie, please wait!" you shouted after him, but it did nothing. All you could do was stare at his receding silhouette. At the same moment, you began to realize many things you hadn't thought of until now. They began to bombard you with unimaginably great force.

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Fatherhood

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Prompt: “Do you remember?”

Summary: Y/N and Nik have been dating since the Mikaelsons moved to New Orleans and Y/N got turned into a vampire. When Nik starts to feel worried about his ability to parent Hope, who's due to join the world soon, Y/N helps reassure him.

Word Count: 1,603

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: I forgot to post this yesterday lol, so here it is! The fic for today’s Fictober prompt will be coming later today too :)

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I hummed to myself as I walked through the door of the bedroom I shared with my boyfriend, Klaus Mikaelson. I'd just finished baking a BUNCH of cookies with Hayley and Rebekah, and it had been a much-needed stress relief, especially after all the chaos of New Orleans lately. Besides, Hayley had been craving cookies in her heavily-pregnant state, so who were we to deny her?

I headed into the bedroom fully intending to change my clothes and go run some errands, but I stopped short at the sight of Nik staring out the window with his hands behind his back, a grim expression on his face.

"Uh oh," I said, gently closing the door behind me before slowly crossing the room towards my boyfriend. "I recognize that expression. You've got your brooding face on."

Normally, the teasing would've at least made Nik give me a half-smile or an eyeroll. But this time he didn't even glance back at me from his vigil.

"Nik? What's wrong?" I asked, finally reaching him and putting a hand on his shoulder as soon as I did. "C'mon, you can talk to me."

He sighed heavily before shaking his head and plastering a smile to his face. For those who didn't know him very well, it probably would've been quite convincing. But I knew him better than almost anyone else, and it didn't fool me for a second.

"Nothing," he said, trying to maintain the ruse all the same. "Some trouble with the witches that I'm deciding how to deal with, but nothing out of the ordinary."

With that, he tried to step around me and head towards the door. I frowned and caught his arm, gently pulling him to a stop. He turned to look at me, the fake-unbothered expression still on his face as he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Nik. I know you way better than that. I can tell something's wrong, so please, talk to me," I said. Nik hesitated, so I held his stare, trying to communicate nothing but openness and acceptance. He'd lived so much of his life alone, and carrying secrets without trusting anyone, that I knew he was still getting used to letting someone else in. We'd been making incredible progress lately, though, and I hoped we could keep that momentum up.

"I suppose..." he said, starting softly as he turned away from me and went to put on some loud music to defeat anyone trying to listen in. "I'm starting to doubt whether or not I will make for a very good father."

He stayed over by the stereo as he admitted it, fiddling with the knobs and not looking at me. I didn't want to spook him off of the conversation, so I sat down on our bed and watched him.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

He shifted around on his feet, and it was a few minutes before he finally answered. He still didn't look at me as he spoke, either.

"Well, just look at the example set by my father," he spat the word father, and I couldn't help frowning a bit at the thought of Mikael, too. "I've never had a stable parent. I don't want to be like them, but they're all I've ever known. I'm... afraid... of turning into them."

I chewed the inside of my lip, thinking over my next words carefully. After a second, I stood, and crossed the room to Nik. He still didn't look at me, but I put my hands on his shoulders and saw some of the tension ease out of them all the same.

"Nik... you're already doing better than both of them combined by trying to protect Hope at all," I started. He huffed a small laugh, and I continued. "Besides, Nik, you've been taking care of the rest of your family for years. I mean sure, a child is probably going to be a little different, but... even against your parents specifically, you were the person standing up and protecting your family, above all else."

Nik sighed and leaned back towards me, and I wasted no time wrapping my arms around his stomach. I held him tight to me, resting my head against his shoulder and trying to communicate just how loved he really was.

"What if it's not enough?" he finally sighed. "What if, no matter how hard I try, I give her a life of pain and trauma like my parents gave me?"

My heart cracked at the words. Nik had quite literally been through hell, often at the hands of his parents, and I wished every day there was something I could do to take away his pain. Instead, however, I just spoke the words that came to mind and hoped they might help.

"Niky, I know you may not feel this way, but I have nothing but absolute confidence that you're going to be a great dad." He started to scoff and brush me off, but I held tight and kept going. He needed to hear this, even if he wouldn't let himself completely believe it. "Babe, you saved me when I first turned into a vampire. Do you remember?"

He hummed noncommittally and kept staring at the floor, so I moved (still hugging him tight around the middle) until I could look him in the eyes.

"I was devastated. I was terrified. I was alone, and I was on the brink of death because this city didn't place nice with newly-turned vampires. And then I met you. And you showed me how to live despite technically being dead, and got me a daylight ring, and dammit, Nik, you saved my life. You were kind, and caring, and wonderful, and I know you don't usually let people see that part of yourself, but I know it exists. And if it can exist for me, someone you'd really just met but happened to have good chemistry with? You're gonna be a million times above and beyond that with your lovely, beautiful, wonderful daughter when she comes into this world."

Nik sighed out a long breath, a tight smile tugging at his mouth even as he tried to fight it off. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around me and held me to him like his life depended on it. I caught a slight shimmer of emotion in his eyes too, and although I knew he wouldn't let the tears fall, I could tell he was closer than normal by the uneven rise and fall of his chest.

"One other thing you should probably know, Nik?" I said, my voice muffled against his chest. He hummed, nestling in a little closer against my hair as he did. "No parent is perfect. You learn as you go. But as long as you're thoughtful in your choices and how you parent, and you're willing to learn and adapt? You're gonna be fine. And damned if that lovely little girl isn't going to grow up surrounded by so many people who love her, with you at the top of the list."

Nik tightened his grip around my waist, and I squeezed him right back. We stayed like that for a few long moments, before he took a deep breath and finally pulled away.

"Have I told you lately how much I adore you?" he asked, staring at me with love in his eyes. I gave him a warm smile in return.

"Yeah, but I could stand to hear it again."

We shared a soft laugh, then Nik took another deep breath and shook off the last of his stress. He straightened again, then fixed me with the devious smile I knew and loved so well.

"So, now that I don't have to pretend to go deal with a witch crisis, and assuming no actual witch crisis has arisen in the minutes we were speaking... it looks like I have a free afternoon."

"Ooo. I have some ideas," I said, giving him a sly smile as I leaned in and put my hand on his bicep. He raised an eyebrow, and I fluttered my eyelashes at him as I responded. "We could have a movie marathon while we eat a ton of the cookies Hayley, Rebekah, and I just baked."

Nik sighed and rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

"I have to admit, love, that's not exactly the idea I was thinking of. But I suppose it sounds good anyway."

I grinned and dropped the flirty act. "Great! You use your superspeed to steal some cookies, I'll get some good movies together."

Nik raised an eyebrow and gave me a skeptical look. "When you say good movies do you actually mean good movies?"

"Mmm, that depends. I was thinking I'd pick a few of my favorite Disney movies from when I grew up so you'd know things about them in case you wanted to share them with Hope?"

Nik gave me a warm smile, then took a few steps backwards towards the door.

"I'd consider those excellent movies then," he said. "I'll be back with the cookies before you know it."

With that, he disappeared from the room. I smiled to myself as I moved towards the tv, mentally trying to come up with a list of the best movies for us to watch. Despite (and sometimes because of) his concerns, I knew Nik would be an excellent parent. And I absolutely couldn't wait to see how he would grow and change with her as they went through life together.

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spooky season with nadia, julian, and asra

Asra :

everyone knows that one of his favorite times of the year is around halloween

he’s a magician, think about all the cool stuff he could possibly do?!

each night before the 31st, he’s more than excited to show you each new trick he’s been working on since the beginning of the month

he is literally the best at his mischievous scare tactics

“I have to make a run!”

sometimes he’d have a really convincing reason as to what he was making a run for

other times you knew he was up to no good

Asra sneaks in through the back door, hoping to catch you off guard so he could have a bit of fun with you

you’d be sitting down reading a book, then the next second something moving in the corner of your eye would catch your attention

illusions! you sometimes knew they were always illusions

and if it weren’t for the comforting sound of his faint and intractable laughter giving a telltale sign of his true location, seeing a headless asra casually walking past would have terrified you

you smile at his half-hearted attempt to frighten you

“You can come out now, Asra,”

the illusion of your partner disappears in a cloud of purple smoke

definitely his magic

you stare purposefully at the counter, waiting for him to reveal himself from behind it

you see the fluff of his white hair first

the tips of his fingers emerge on the edge of the surface next, as he slowly uses it for leverage to pull himself up

lively amethyst eyes find yours, and even with his face still hidden from his nose down, you know there’s a smile of mischief curling his lips

“If you want to scare me you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

when he doesn’t move any further you take it upon yourself to get him up yourself, his eyes followed you the whole way

you’re shocked to see no body attached to his lower half!?!?

truly, the sight undeniably gave you the heebie-jeebies

you froze on the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from the half-person hanging on your counter

that is until you feel a pair of hands snake around your waist!

you nearly jump at the sudden contact that draws your attention

the image in front of you abruptly disperses with the same similar poof and swirling smoke from minutes earlier

this time you don’t have to turn around to be positive you found the real Asra, the familiar warmth radiating from him makes your sure of it

but you do anyways, just for the sake of it

“Really?!”

He erupts in a fit of precious giggles, and the sound quickly melts your heart

the stony expression you try painting over your face fades with each second his contagious laughing goes on

you can’t help but give in to the smile forming on your face

but little did he know, you were already thinking of a way to get him back

Nadia :

you leave ominous handwritten notes in various places around the palace

‘don’t go there!’ ‘I tried to warn you..’ ‘I saw what you did!’

to anyone who found the notes, it would appear it was specifically written for them

the servants and guards were growing paranoid not knowing who was behind it

soon they started reaching out to ask the countess about what was happening, but she immediately recognized your handwriting

“I assure you it’s nothing of the matter to worry about. It would seem someone’s having a little too much fun.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Nadia isn’t particularly engrossed with tricks and pranks

though it doesn’t mean you can’t have any fun of your own, but nothing too boisterous or outlandish

and it surely doesn’t mean she stays in the background during this time of year

she makes time for you and her to enjoy the seasonal festival she plans each year for the town

the event typically lasts two to four days, but you intend to make the most of the experience

in the middle of the night, while she’s sleeping, you tiptoe out of bed and into the palace kitchen

it takes a hot minute to find all the ingredients you require

but once you do, you start your night task of baking cookies in the shape of pumpkins and ghouls

since she’s always going something for you, you decide to surprise her with them the next morning

Julian :

TALES!!

Julian has so many spooky stories he’s eager to share with you when you sit together and carve pumpkins

some of them are creepy, and while you wish they aren’t true, he refuses to tell you if they’re made up or not

admittedly, Julian’s carving skills could use some work, but you’re more than happy to assist him with it

he gets you to join him in the yearly apple bobbing contest down at the Rowdy Raven

the rest of that night would end in one of you being intoxicated by alcohol, and having to be carried back home

every eerie place he can think of that serves a right amount of fright, Julian wants to visit

foggy churchyards, the deep dark ends of the forest, and even ghost towns

of course, he had a story to keep you occupied on the way there and back

his intention is never to scare you

or at least not too much

so if he sees it’s starting to affect you, he wraps a protective arm around you and tucks you into his side

“Fear not, dear! I will protect you from all the terror in the world.”

if you tell him you want to go home, he has no complaint against it

he guides you both back to the shop where you cuddle in the confines of your home

Julian goes all out on decorations, and with his raven familiar, Malak, flying around and cawing, it truly creates the perfect seasonal display

the pumpkins you spend your afternoons carving are placed thoughtfully throughout the shop and on the ground outside the door

Julian asks if you can use your magic to turn the flame completely red

you’re happy to do just that

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randonauticrap · 6 months

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Halloween with Leon (Part 1)

Pairing ~ Leon Dompteur x Reader

Word Count ~ 1k

Warnings ~ None, except for the fact that Leon only appears in flashback in this fic, since it's just Part 1. But there's a BIG warning for some adorable Licht and Yves content ahead!

It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a Halloween party with the princes of Rhodolite. You wished you could claim credit for the brilliant idea, but in reality, it was Yves. He conjured up the thought one brisk afternoon in the garden. You had relaxed into the sofa, where a table of autumn-themed treats sat before you. Yves had truly outdone himself this time. There were leaf-shaped cinnamon cookies, pumpkin spice cupcakes with adorable sugar leaves and icing pumpkins decorating the tops, a caramel cheesecake, pumpkin pecan pudding, caramel apple tarts, and a beautifully decorated chocolate peanut butter cake.

Yves handed you a cup of warm, caramel flavored coffee, and you took it with a grateful smile. Licht had already grabbed a cookie from the pumpkin shaped serving dish and was quietly munching on it when Yves finally sat down across from you. “So, you and Leon went to the pumpkin patch a few days ago?” Yves smiled over his cup of tea, his clear blue eyes pinning you with questions unasked. In response, your cheeks flushed ever so slightly and you stole a glance into your mug.

“Mhm,” you hummed, knowing you had yet to hear the end of it.

“Well, how was it? Don’t think you can get away with not telling me. I’ll either find out from you or I’ll go to Leon myself. Now which do you want it to be?”

“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, have mercy!” you surrendered, giggling.

“That’s more like it!” Yves set his cup down and clapped his hands together. “Ready for this, Licht? This is when we both find out if my lessons paid off!” Licht nodded and they both turned their full attention to you.

“Well, we went to the pumpkin patch, and there were quite a few people who recognized Leon and wanted to talk to him.”

Yves rolled his eyes. “Didn’t they see that they were interrupting a very important date?!”

“Yves!” you chided him as the color in your cheeks deepened.

“Well it’s true!” Yves countered. “If they had known how long-awaited this outing was, maybe they would have had the decency to give you two some privacy!”

“Leon is well liked everywhere, Yves.” Lict replied calmly.

“Licht is right.” you said. “No matter when we went or where we went, people would want to talk to him, and he would oblige them. It’s part of who he is.” You paused, wondering if you should let the next bit slip, but you figured it was no use trying to hide it from the 5th and 6th princes anymore. “It’s part of what I love about him.” you muttered, and the irritation in Yves’s eyes disappeared almost instantaneously, replaced by a mischievous gleam.

“Oh, yes?” He quirked an intrigued eyebrow at you. “What else do you love about Leon?”

“Yveeeeees,” you drawled in exhasperation.

“Alright, so what happened next?”

“Well, once we got our pumpkins, we decided to get some food.-”

“Oh! Did you use the method I taught you?!” Yves cried and you chuckled.

“I tried to, yeah.”

“How did it work?” He leaned forward, an expectant smile on his lips.

“Leon saw through it right away and just laughed.” you shrugged, and Yves’s shoulders fell.

“Ugh.” Yves swiped a hand over his face in defeat, while your smile widened. He looked up and met your gaze after several seconds, and his expression shifted from disappointment into suspicion. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because while he may have seen through my act, he knew what I was trying to do, so he picked me up and carried me to where they were selling food.” You covered your eyes with your sweater sleeves as you thought back to being hauled up against the 4th prince’s warm, solid body in front of all those people.

“I knew it!” Yves screeched in triumph. “I knew it would work!”

You laughed loudly and reached for a tarte, stealing a glance at Licht, who had already gone through a few more sweets during the conversation. Even he was smiling, if only barely, the sight uncharacteristic to his usually solemn countenance. You couldn’t be more thankful for these princes - your friends. “I guess my favorite season is lucky for me.” You chuckled as you lifted the tarte to your lips.

“Wait a second…” Yves gave pause, then erupted. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?” You echoed, your tarte still hovering in front of your mouth.

“Your favorite season, your favorite holiday! We can capitalize on this!”

“Yves, what are you talking about?”

“You want Leon to take the next step in your relationship, right?”

“...yes.” you murmured, your face suddenly feeling hot again. Yves didn’t realize just how much he was insinuating, but you guessed that Licht did, what with how he turned his face away from you with slightly reddened ears as if to say, “I don’t want to hear this!”

“Then we need to make him jealous!” Yves rattled on, unaware. “We’ll host a party for us and the nobles - that includes you, of course. It can be a masquerade ball for Halloween!”

“This sounds like an amazing idea, Yves!” You piped up. “But, tell me how a masquerade ball will make Leon jealous.”

“He won’t get the chance to ask you to be his partner.” Yves grinned wickedly.

“Who will be my partner then?” you asked, still uncertain about where this was going.

“Me or Licht, of course!” he beamed, but Licht’s frown deepened. Thankfully, before you could say the words yourself, Licht was already saying them.

“Leon knows that neither of us are romantically interested in her. He also knows we would never have unsavory intentions with her. That won’t make him jealous at all.”

“Hmph.” Yves dropped his chin into his hand, seeing the truth in Licht’s words, but not a way around them.

“Uhm.” you cleared your throat and their eyes were on you again.

“I know someone who might be willing…”

~ To Be Continued ~

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violetsareblue-selfships · 4 months

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Baking

Ship: Arlecchino x April | Word Count: 664 | Warnings/Tags: Food mention (like heavily)

A/N: Here's the little fic I promised~ Just cute fluff basically :3 I hope you enjoy it!! <3

"Well, it looks like someone's been busy…" Arlecchino's voice rings out in the kitchen, making April jump a little in surprise. She smiles briefly at her girlfriend before returning to her task of cutting out cookies into different shapes.

Leaving her to it, Arlecchino approaches the paper on the island, her expression softening as she recognizes what exactly April's doing. Some of the treats are more generic - things that more people would like, and are clearly meant for the holiday dinner for the House of the Hearth later that week.

The others, however, are specific. She sees her own name penned beautifully on the page with a small list of different treats under it, along with Lyney's, Lynette's, and Freminet's. Arlecchino would ordinarily be curious about why April's own siblings aren't on this list, but she's well aware that those desserts were made and given out before their trip to Fontaine.

Once the cookies have been put into the oven, arms wrap around Arlecchino's waist, along with a head settling against her shoulder. "Anything you want to add to your list?" April asks softly, making the Knave chuckle softly.

"It looks perfectly fine, though… I've noticed a certain little treat not on it," Arlecchino says, her voice soft and teasing.

For a second, the words fly over April's head, and it's only while she's scanning the list that they sink in properly. Her cheeks turn a faint shade of red, and she buries her face against Arlecchino's shoulder, a soft whining sound leaving her throat.

Her response makes Arlecchino laugh a little louder, and she turns to pull the smaller woman into her arms properly. "I'm teasing… mostly," She murmurs, placing a little kiss on top of April's head.

"Mm…" April grumbles softly, softening at that kiss. "We can discuss that more later…" She murmurs, rolling her eyes playfully at the way Arlecchino smirks in response. "But in the meantime… we have a little time to kill until those cookies are ready."

"Oh? And what are you suggesting we do to kill time, hm?" Arlecchino asks, leaning down a little until their lips brush just barely.

If April had any other idea, it would have changed instantly at the faint touch of Arlecchino's lips. She hums contently and kisses her partner properly, her arms tightening around her. "Just don't distract me too much," She murmurs against her lips. "We don't want them burning…"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Arlecchino murmurs, deft fingers gently tracing patterns over April's spine in a way that makes the smaller woman shiver.

The two indulge in each other's company until the timer goes off, neither of them particularly wanting to separate when it does. Still, Arlecchino lets April go rescue the cookies and set them out to cool before coming over and hugging her from behind.

"Are those mine?" She asks softly, recognizing the type of cookie immediately.

"Mhm. This batch is, at least. I'll make another for the dinner later…" April replies, leaning back against Arlecchino.

"You're too good to me…" Arlecchino murmurs, reaching out for one of the still-hot cookies, one in the shape of a snowflake and breaks it in half. She eats one half, not bothered by how warm the cookie still is, and she hums in contentment. "Delicious as always…"

April shivers a little and laughs when Arlecchino presses the other half to her lips. "Careful…" Arlecchino murmurs, watching as April takes a bite, which it's thankfully cooled enough that she can handle it.

Once April's polished off the cookie, Arlecchino presses a kiss against her shoulder. "Now… I suppose I'll keep you company while you work. It'd get dreadfully boring being in here all by yourself."

April laughs softly, already knowing that she's going to be pulled into several impromptu dances and make-out sessions during the rest of the day. "Sounds good to me," She replies, excited to spend some time with her beloved.

It's the perfect way to spend an afternoon…

#self ship #self shipping #self insert #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self ship fic #si x canon #canon x si #self insert x canon #canon x self insert #my writing #I burn brighter by your side 💖⚜️

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blue-moon-writer · 6 months

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Kitsune/Werefox Luigi AU (Part 1)

AO3 Link here! <-

Chapter 2 Post <-

Short Summary:

What if Luigi eats a Super Leaf after Mario mistakenly tells him to eat the power-ups and has to deals with the hairy consequences as he finds himself turning into a mythical fox creature known as a kitsune. Luigi desperately clings to his humanity and wonders if he’s a man or a monster.

Long Summary:

After moving to The Mushroom Kingdom, Mario is eager to show his lil bro the ropes since, besides the Super Star, Luigi hasn’t used any power-ups. Mario tells Luigi he needs to eat the power-ups but fails to mention that he was only referring to the mushroom ones. Heeding Mario’s advice, Luigi eats a Super Leaf before he can be warned or stopped then coughs up blood. He passes out before being rushed to the Mushroom Kingdom Hospital. Mario blames himself and lashes out at Peach when she tries comforting him in his distressed state. Luckily after pumping Luigi’s stomach empty, he makes a quick full recovery. However, antics ensue when the plumber in green begins turning into a mythical fox creature known as a kitsune. Luigi desperately clings to his humanity and wonders if he’s a man or a monster.

❌(Proshippers do NOT interact!)❌

So I’ve hit a roadblock with my other fic and wanted to post something new! Luigi’s been one of my favorite characters for as long as I can remember so time for him to suffer (if you know then you know)

Mario and Luigi speak some Italian but I’m using Google Translate so let me know if it’s wrong! Also I love that Mario called Luigi “Lu” in the movie (screams about the green bean needing more screen time) but I need Luigi to call Mario “Mar” or something back!!!

Man or Monster?

Chapter 1: One Tough Cookie

Luigi woke up to the sanitized smell of disinfectant and the sound of a monitor beeping.

Eyebrows furrowed, he blinked open his eyes, only to get blinded by a bright fluorescent light. He felt extremely exhausted and disoriented. Where is he? What happened? Not knowing the answers to those questions was scaring him.

Luigi tried to keep his breathing even but fear was quickly building in his chest. He was starting to freak out. The beeping sound got louder and faster.

Something suddenly grabs his shoulders, causing Luigi to scream bloody murder. The green plumber instinctively bolts up like a rocket but something fights against him and pushes him down. A series of shouts break out but he can’t hear any of the words in his panicked state.

Tears prick in the corners of his eyes as red, blue, and white blurs moved in and out of focus. Luigi twisted this way and that but he couldn’t break free. He just wants to go home.

"Calmati!"

Luigi froze and the shouting ceased. He wasn’t sure why but that word and the way it was said broke through his haze of panic. Who said it? Chest heaving, he managed to blink his eyes enough times to clear his vision a bit. A familiar face was staring at him. Who put a mirror there?

“Tranquillo, fratellino, va tutto bene,” the same voice whispers in a comforting tone.

Wait a minute, it wasn’t a mirror at all. He recognized that voice and that face. Mario. That was Mario.

“Mar-” Luigi tries to speak, but his voice cracks and ends in a harsh coughing fit. His throat felt like it was on fire.

His older brother wordlessly helps him sit up and Luigi sheepishly realizes that the thing that had grabbed him by the shoulders had been Mario this whole time. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his white gloves.

A blue Toad wearing a white coat appears out of no where from the sidelines and offers him a plastic cup of water. Luigi carefully accepts it and gulps it down without a second thought.

“You with me, Lu?” Mario asks, once the cup’s empty.

Luigi nods slightly. Mario and the blue Toad look at him with worried expressions that made him feel guilty. He didn’t like making others worry and wanted to apologize but he didn’t even know what for.

He watches the two exchange a few quiet words before the humanoid mushroom walks out the room, leaving the two brothers alone. Mario sits down in a chair next to the bed that Luigi was in.

“Where are we?” Luigi finally questions in a hoarse voice.

“We’re at the Mushroom Kingdom Hospital. They had to pump your stomach empty,” Mario tried to say it casually, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away.

“Th-They had to what?!”

Mario’s eyes slightly widened. “You don’t remember?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I did,” Luigi grumbles, his head drooping. He tries to recall the last thing he remembered doing. He remembers…something about power-ups followed by a lot of pain.

___

(1 Day Earlier)

“So you basically gotta eat the power-ups for them to work. That’s what made me get over eating mushrooms so quickly.”

“Guess that checks out,” Luigi said, nodding along. Mario was showing him around the Mushroom Kingdom. On account of Luigi being kidnapped by Bowser, he wasn’t as familiar with the area as Mario was. Right now, the red plumber was showing Luigi how the magical power-ups worked.

“And they can just pop out of these yellow Mystery Blocks?” Luigi asks, pointing to a nearby block that was floating in midair.

“Pretty much. Give it a go, bro!” Mario encouraged, standing off to the side with a thumbs-up.

Feeling eager to try it, Luigi turned to the block and jumped up to hit it from below. A brown striped leaf with eyes popped out the block from the impact. He held his hands open as it drifted down and landed in his palm.

Curiously, he wondered what kind of power-up it was and decided to test it. Mario said to eat the power-ups, right? He held one end of the leaf and lifted it toward his mouth.

“Wait, don’t-“ Mario tried to stop him but Luigi had already swallowed the leaf, “-eat…that…”

The twins make eye contact for a split second before Luigi started violently coughing into the crook of his elbow. The leaf didn’t have much of a taste but it was dry and left his throat feeling irritated. If he had to compare it to something, he’d say it felt like he had swallowed a handful of hair.

“Mamma mia, you weren’t supposed to eat that, Lu!” Mario cries out, rushing to his side to rub his back.

“You-You said to eat the power-ups!” Luigi retorts, once the coughing ceases.

“I only meant the mushroom ones!”

“How was I supposed to know that?!”

“It should’ve been obvious!”

Luigi was about to counter when his entire abdomen seized with a sudden sharp pain. He clenches his stomach with a groan. It felt as if someone had stabbed him with a knife and was now twisting it around in his insides.

Another coughing fit wracks his body and he can taste copper on his lips. Luigi clasps a hand over his mouth and sure enough his white gloves get stained in red.

Blood. He’s coughing up blood.

Mario was shouting something in a panic but Luigi was having difficulty focusing on the words. Black spots dance around the corners of his vision before he begins swaying forward and everything goes blank.

___

“Ugh, I feel so stupid,” Luigi whines, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey, don’t say that. I should’ve been more specific or I should’ve stopped you,” Mario sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. It wasn’t a good look on him.

“Mario, this isn’t your fault. I’m the one who thought it was a good idea to eat a leaf with eyes,” Luigi tries to joke, but Mario doesn’t laugh. The red plumber blamed himself for what happened judging by the by the dark circles hanging below his eyes. Luigi could read his twin like an open book.

He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. A moment later, Princess Peach and a familiar red Toad entered the room to his surprise.

“Hey, guys! We heard Luigi woke up and wanted to drop by!” Toad exclaimed with a friendly wave.

“Yes, we were quite worried about you,” Peach said as she made her way over to stand at the opposite side of where Mario was sitting.

“Wow, Luigi, you look green. Like greener than usual,” Toad blurted out, jumping up to sit at the edge of Luigi’s bed.”

“Geez, thanks.”

“And where’s your hat? You look kinda weird without it. Especially when Mario has his on.”

“Toad, be nice,” Peach scolded, picking Toad up and setting him back down on the floor.

“Hey, I was just making an observation,” Toad grumbles to defend himself. Peach rolls her eyes.

“How are you feeling, Luigi?”

“I’m alright, Princess. No need to worry.”

“Good to hear that you’re feeling better,” Peach declared with a smile. Her eyes automatically drifted to the older twin.

“And how are you, Mario?”

Visibly, Mario tensed up when Peach made eye contact with him.

“I’ve been better,” Mario shrugged, pointedly looking away from the Mushroom Kingdom’s Princess. Before she could respond, the red plumber excused himself by saying he was going to the bathroom.

Luigi squinted his eyes in suspicion. Something was going on between the two. Did they have an argument?

The words left his mouth before Luigi could stop himself, “It’s not his fault, please don’t blame him.”

“No one is blaming him,” Peach explained with her hands up. “If anything I’m the one to blame as Princess of-“

“No, no, it’s not your fault either,” Luigi cut her off, shaking his head. He slouched down against his pillow. “I made a stupid mistake is all. But I’m fine now! So I don’t want anyone to blame themselves!”

“Yeah, you’re one tough cookie! Not as tough as me, of course, but you’ll be right as rain soon!” Toad helpfully spoke up. He seemed to be the only one in high spirits.

“Has this ever happened before? Someone eating a power-up that they're not supposed to, I mean?” Luigi wondered if this was the first time this had happened.

“Not that I’ve ever heard of,” Toad shrugged.

“No, I don’t recall that happening before either,” Peach hummed.

“And if she doesn’t know then it’s definitely never happened here at least. But, hey, you and Mario always seem to do things like that.”

“Things like what?” Luigi raised an eyebrow.

“Likeeee never before done things!” Toad elaborated, stars seemingly forming in his eyes.

“I guess we do…?”

It was then that Mario returned, causing Peach to clap her hands together once.

“Okay, Toad, that’s enough. Luigi needs to rest. Take care of yourselves and let me know if you need anything,” Peach said, with the last part being obviously directed at Mario.

“Bye-Bye! Get well soon!”

“Bye, thanks for checking in on me,” Luigi politely bid them farewell. Mario remained silent as the door closed behind the pair.

“Bro, where are your manners? You’re not gonna kiss The Princess goodbye?” Luigi lightheartedly teased. Mario numbly stared down at the floor. That wasn’t a good sign. He knew from the get go that Mario had a crush on Peach and was always teasing him about it as the two snarked back and forth with childish banter. But something was wrong.

“Mar? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Lu, I’m fine,” mumbled Mario in a tone that said he was not fine. “Everything’s fine.”

“You look awful.”

Mario chuckled wearily. “Seen a mirror lately?”

“Something happened between you two, didn’t it?”

“No, nothing happened,” Mario said with a strained smile.

“Mar, don’t lie to me,” Luigi said, arms crossed.

Mario bit his lip. “We had a tiny argument. That’s all.”

“It was about me, wasn’t it?”

“Look, she already said she knew I was just worried and scared and didn’t mean anything I said. I’ll make it up to her later so just drop it.”

“Fine, but like I said this isn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened, okay?”

Mario’s leg bounced up and down. “Okay,” he said unconvincingly. He was too stubborn for his own good sometimes.

“Do you know when we can leave?” Luigi changed the topic.

“They said you’ll be free to go home tomorrow morning. ‘Til then you should get some sleep.”

In all honesty, it looked like Mario needed sleep more than he did. But Luigi knew Mario felt it was his big brotherly duty to keep watch over him.

“Wake me up when it’s time to go.”

”You got it.”

“And don’t grab me by the shoulders this time.”

“I won’t,” Mario promised.

“‘Notte, bro.”

A calloused hand stroked his bangs back as Luigi laid down and shut his eyes.

“‘Notte.”

———

In case anyone needs it:

• “Calmati” translates to “Calm down” or “Take it easy”

• “Tranquillo, fratellino, va tutto bene” translates to “Don't worry, little brother, everything is fine”

• “’Notte” translates to “‘Night” a informal way to say goodnight

(I love headcanons about them speaking Italian here and there)

Thanks for reading if you got this far!

#luigi nintendo #mario nintendo #fox luigi #werewolf luigi #Kitsune Luigi #tw blo0d #blue’s fanfic #if the format is off then blame Tumblr and try AO3 #posts this and runs away #more angst next chapters #super mario au #man or monster?#man or monster? mario au

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prismaticpichu · 1 year

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From the prompts: 80. "Teach me?"

Aye aye captain!!

Complete nonsense, shallow as a kiddy pool. That’s where my brain was at today <3 (and totally not to counteract the trailer bc NO ONE GOES INSANE HERE *loads silly spray can*)

Seph started towards the trash can with a veiled expression, crumpling whatever it was that in was in his hands and shaking it free. It drifted into the bin without a sound. And, for some reason, Zack deduced that was not the dramatic, satisfying effect Seph had wanted.

“Whad’ya throw out?” Zack blinked, shifting on the couch to face his friend. The way it crinkled reminded him of a wrapper, but that was as impossible as a pigeon playing poker.

“A wrapper,” Sephiroth answered, somewhat deflated.

Well. Guess he was playing cards with a pigeon later.

“For real?!” A sudden flash of blue eyes appeared in front of Sephiroth. “What did you eat?!” Seph hardly ate—they were working on that, promise, but the fact that he had ate and it was something from a wrapper made it all the more magical.

Sephiroth nudged the cluster of black quills away. “Just… one of those sandwich cookies you’re so fond of.”

Oh man. Was there a full moon out or what?

“You had an Oreo?!” There was a supernova in Zack’s heart, swelling with pride and some other emotion he didn’t really have the time to decipher— because Seph, the fantastical and maybe malnourished Seph, had eaten an Oreo!

Seph responded to the jubilance with his version of a face-palm, thin and tired fingers kneading his eyes while he was at it. “Yes…” he sighed. “I did.”

It was pretty obvious that Seph didn’t want a celebration. And… the more Zack thought about, the more his hopping slowed, he realized why would he? He was doing the equivalent of bursting into applause because the underdog of the basketball team scored his first net. That… couldn’t feel good.

Zack’s chest suddenly twisted with guilt. For all the times he promised to treat Seph like a human, and what does he go and do?

“You’re right,” Zack sobered a little. “Sorry about that, pal. It’s nothing to go crazy about.”

Sephiroth crossed his arms, none of the uncomfortableness seeming to thaw. “It’s… not that. I was expecting that response, regardless.” I’m glad you’re proud… he added to himself.

Zack smirked, briefly, and then canted his head. “It’s not?” Fire lanced his heart. “Hojo didn’t see you, did he? I swear if that platypus—“

“No, no, that’s not it,” Sephiroth interjected before Zack came to any hasty conclusions—realistic, yes, and a concern he had scouting for as he slid change into the vending machine… but not this time. A deep, long sigh gusted from his lips. “Some of the SOLDIERs, as they saw me eating the treat, they…” His nails bit into his sleeves. “They started to laugh.”

For skin as polished as marble, for all the mirrors and forts he always could so skillfully stand behind, it truly baffled him that the immature scoff of three wayward Seconds managed to graze him. He had hesitated. Hesitated, pulling the cookie into his line of sight and studying it. Feeling as if he had to guard himself. To get away from that corridor and find shelter.

It was what he had feared all along: sandwich cookies and military generals did not mix.

Zack looked utterly deflated. “Awwww,” he squeaked, wrapping his arms around his friend’s neck in apology. “People can be so mean. You eat whatever you wanna eat.”

It was no surprise that Zack had figured out his qualms so quickly, a gentle balm that always made things easier to relive. Sephiroth rested his head against the boy’s shoulder, sinking into the warmth, serrated laughter fading into the back of his mind.

“Did you get all the frosting off?”

“Hmm?” It was a confused hum, Zack recognized; he had been studying them all for months.

“The frosting!” Zack elaborated. “It takes true talent to lick all of the frosting off.”

The humming escalated to a blink. “There was no… frosting licked off.”

Zack’s arms tore away in a heartbeat, still clamping his shoulders, still tight, but now the Mako-blue orbs were shot wide with shock. And understanding. And horror.

“Oh no, no no no no, Seph! Don’t tell me you ate the Oreo all in one piece!”

There was another round of blinking, much slower. “Is that… not right?”

Zack’s expression said it all.

“Ohhh man! No wonder they were looking at you weirdly, Seph! It wasn’t because you were eating an Oreo! It was how you were eating the Oreo!”

Sephiroth’s gaze fell to the floor, wondering how to process this information. It was a strange, looming feeling. On one hand, Zack had only been proven right, in that he could enjoy any food that he desired; on the other…

He still had so much to learn.

The man lifted his chin, green eyes rippling as they met with blue. “Would you… teach me, then?”

And that, that there, that is what set fireworks alight on Zack’s face. “Of course! What else are friends for?!” He sprang past his best friend and into the kitchen, a disorderly rustle echoing over the counter. “Just wait right there, bud. You’re gonna love this! You’re also super smart, right? I’m sure you know all about bisecting…”

Sephiroth lingered by the couch, just as instructed, actually finding himself looking forward to this lesson. The cookie had already been delicious… maybe it would be even more so with a friend.

#ffvii #sephiroth #zack fair #puppy bean #prompts #asks #stupidity #crisis core

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reficu1 · 2 years

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heyy!! how r u today? hopefully well, i hope you dont mind if i request somethin' to you rn, btw your an amazing writer (: but anyways ill just start saying this...

ca you do Aoi Asahina, Sonia Nevermind, miu iruma and maybe Monami with a reader who has a noelle personality from genshin impact??

thank youu and i hope you have an amazing day (:

Aoi Asahina, Sonia Nevermind, Miu Iruma and Monomi with a reader who has a Noelle personality.

I'm embarrassed, I hope your day is good too. Thank you for your inquiry, happy reading.

Aoi Asahina.

No matter how difficult your name is, the girl will not forget. Because such a cool and sweet person is hard to forget. She and Sakura are always ready to help you. At first, Aoi wanted you not to help so much and especially to some individuals who are "not worthy of it". But Sakura always added "Asahina, it's part of Y/N's personality, we can't tell her."

Aoi is always happy to see you, so she will always take you with her and Sakura. But this does not look like "friendship with the third extra person." You fit in very well. Now this is the most powerful trinity, you understand that?

"Hey! Y/N, can you help me with this assignment because I don't understand this subject at all?" One student complained.

"Oh, you've been asking for far from the fifth time, can you explain and help you understand how, what to do?"

"Uh, I don't have time for this," this student wanted to say and immediately leave, leaving you alone with their task, but there were angry Aoi and Sakura behind your back, but Ogami was more frightening. "What did you say about helping explain? Yes, of course, I had free time, even right now."

But Sakura's gaze was still heavy, and the swimmer approached you, distracting you with sweets that she wanted to share with her friends at recess. "Oh, you know, I think I just figured out how to do my homework, so take it easy, thanks, bye!"

"What was it?"

"A new way to quickly learn, just like frame 25, but even more effective." Sakura joked and she went to the dining room, and you follow her.

Sonia Nevermind.

She is here to take a break from her parents and servants who run after her, watch and teach "how a real princess should behave." And the fact that you are so friendly, but especially helpful. This makes her mentally return to the castle, at a time that was unbearable for Sonya.

"Dear Y/N, please sit back and relax, I admit, no, everyone here recognizes you and your talent." Says Sonya as she pours a second cup of tea for you.

"Oh, thank you very much, I'm glad to try for all of you, but then I have to try even harder so that I don't fail in difficult times and you don't get disappointed." You answer the princess with a smile, thereby refusing her offer.

"Oh, I was hoping for your company." Dramatically, the princess raises her hand to her forehead. This is followed by a tea party for two with cookies and funny stories from both sides.

Yes, she will sometimes say something that sounds like "manipulation" if this statement is true. But Sonya does not want to do anything bad to you. It's just the one way that works for you. At the beginning. But she herself is very ashamed, therefore, in ordinary conversations, Sonya will try to convince you that you do not need to work so much. And when enough time has passed for you to accept that fact a little. These "manipulations" will go away completely. Then Sonya herself will not hate herself for making you feel.

She will do her best to answer you with the same good that you give to everyone. If she finds out that you're in trouble or you just want something. She will find it and bring it to you, even if you refuse.

After all, "Y/N, you are such a wonderful person that this gift is enough for me to express my gratitude."

Miu Iruma.

Your communication from the outside looks very comical. Usually the other classmates look at the two of you and smirk. Especially because of Miu.

"Oh go fuck me suck me hahahaha." Once Miu said this to you in front of the others, when she got tangled in the garden and fell, and you offered your help.

"Suck? Are you hurt? Is there poison? Oh God, wait, please, I'll bring everything!" You almost ran away.

"Okay, that's it, c-that's enough, I was joking, it's okay really, don't worry, look, I'm fine." Miu stood up and twirled in front of you and left quietly.

Usually she does not act vulgarly around you, because you take her literally. And after one incident, she really watches her tongue.

"Help? Help fucking yourself, and then help others, but definitely not me." She said emotionally and immediately regretted it when she saw your expression. "Oh, I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wait!"

After this incident, the girl became a friend-mother. She's not trying to change you or anything. Miu only scolds those who ask you too much for help, even if they see that you are already tired. And for you, she is simply trying to improve your vacation or simplify your work.

Bonus.

Monomi.

Rabbit loves you as much as his other classmates. But your kindness makes me shed tears.

"So did you find out anything new? How do we get off this island?" The meeting of classmates began.

"Let's be quiet, otherwise this Monokuma will hear his assistant Monomi." Hinata began to speak, when suddenly a rabbit appeared.

"Guys, I could help you." Monomi says happily, but no one pays attention to her.

"Hey, what do you want to tell us?" You asked good-naturedly, sitting down on the floor at her level. While others were looking at you.

"What are you doing, Y/N? She works with Monokuma, and will you listen to her as well?" Souda asks suspiciously. And in the crowd you can hear Saioji chuckling.

"She was with us before he came, she suffers from his appeal to her, she takes care of us and the local nature. Why are you so callous to her? She tries to help all of us and we are here to save us, but the mastermind was on the move ahead!" You are hugging a white rabbit, who was previously very stiff and constrained due to social awkwardness, and is now ready to cry from such a speech.

Maybe the trick caught some by surprise, but still made someone at least listen and feel sorry especially when the rabbit was no more.

#danganronpa #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa thh #aoi asahina x reader #sonia nevermind x reader #miu iruma x reader

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