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serverusslaype · 8 months

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Shameless, pt. 3

snape x professor!reader fic

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hey yall B) it's time for part 3.. i'm hoping i've done this chapter justice, though i am a little doubtful, only because this was sort of a filler chapter, it doesnt have muchhh plottt.... i just love the hateful/resentful relationship between the reader and snape at the moment, does that make me toxic lmao? :( </3

there is not much else to say, so i hope you enjoy this next part, honestly i have no idea how many parts there is going to be, i'm sort of writing it until i'm happy with what happens sort of thing.

anyway, it's lights out and away we goooo!! (if you get this reference i love u)

The chilly, biting air blew through you like a windstorm as you rushed to catch up with the strawberry-blonde author, the adrenaline that was pumping through you doing most of the work. Without a beat, you reached Lockhart, your hand colliding with his chest as you pushed him into a shadowed area; his back - once again - slamming against the wall with a thud.

A look of shock and complete, utter fear was spread on the Gilderoy's face as you pointed your wand in his sorry face. "As I was saying before, Lockhart," you growled, prodding the tip of your wand into his chest, "If you ever pull that shit again, I will not hesitate to have you removed from this school." You huffed, clenching your jaw. Gods, you could kill him, honestly! "What in the ever sweet-loving hell were you thinking? A student could have been harmed!" You hissed at the man, who had now composed himself. Honestly, you were holding back from hexing him. "Actually, Longbottom almost was!" You added, fire in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, truly, I am." Lockhart said guardedly, watching you with cautious eyes as you stepped back to give him some space. "It wasn't my intention, I promise you-"

"Incompetence is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Lockhart, believe me." You warned him, allowing yourself to calm down a little bit. You might've gotten a little carried away.

"Understandably." Lockhart replied, his eyes flicking between yours and your wand

"I'm glad we have an understanding." You said coldly and gestured for him to leave. If you looked at him again, you were worried you might lose your cool. You'd never gotten so angry with someone before, but placing students in harms way because of a stupid mistake truly pisses you off. It's shameful.

The crunch of Lockhart's boots against the ground faded out into the cold, bitter air as he scurried away. You stood still for a moment to gather yourself and your thoughts, running a stressed hand through your long hair.

"Feel better?" A sudden deep, husky voice came from behind you. You almost jumped out of your skin as you spun around to find Snape, equipped with an amused smirk on his white face as he relished in your fright.

"Bloody hell, Snape!" You scoffed, throwing a hand against your chest. Where did he come from, didn't he leave earlier? Was he following me? You wondered to yourself, a suspicious frown landing on your face. That familiar burning sensation began to creep up onto your cheeks and neck as you looked at him.

"For a Hufflepuff, you're certainly… fiery." The corner of his lips quirked upwards as he clasped his hands behind his back. You swallowed thickly as he stepped towards you, your heart beginning to pound again once more. "Perhaps the sorting hat made a grave mistake all those years ago." He added, articulating each word perfectly, tilting his head at you. You rolled your eyes at him, standing your ground. You refused to let him intimidate you again. You were equals now, and you wanted him to treat you like one. Snape's face twisted into a taunting sneer. "After witnessing your reckless yet, dare I say, impressive outburst, you would have made a fine Slytherin student."

"Oh, what an honour." You groaned sarcastically. What a backhanded… compliment? You weren't sure. Despite your confident facade, you could feel the walls you'd built crumbling as Snape leaned forwards at you, his lips curling into a face of disgust at your reply. "I am not selfish, nor arrogant. I would rather put others before myself." A rush of anxiety washed through you, like you'd just missed a step on the stairs.

"Ah yes, the most obvious downfall of Hufflepuffs. Selflessness." Snape smirked at you. He was clearly enjoying how easy it was to get under your skin and irritate you. Gods, he was driving you crazy, and you honestly didn't want to know whether it was the good or bad way.

Most definitely the latter, let's be serious here. "Ah yes, truly sorry that we also value people other than ourselves." You mocked the Potions Master, secretly desiring a reaction from him. Though, he didn't say anything, he only kept the smug smirk on his lips, his eyes narrowing at you as he studied you. It's like he knew what you wanted and he refused to give it to you.

The silence was deafening, and it was making you squirm underneath his nose. You hated the way he could command a moment perfectly.

"A brave little thing, aren't you?" Snape said. Little thing? Who did he think he was?

"Why did you follow me, Snape?" You questioned him, ignoring his demeaning insult. You were curious as to why he followed you, surely there were better things to do than pursue the Herbology professor. "I was merely curious as to why you took off at such speed." He answered matter-of-factly.

"Hm," You clenched your jaw, "and were you satisfied with your findings?" You asked tauntingly. Your breath hitched as he stepped towards you again, making you step backwards until your back hit the wall. Your chest was quite obviously heaving at this point, and you were doubtful it was to do with your frustration.

The wizard stared at you for a beat, observing your movements. "It doesn't bode well for you to be found reprimanding your colleagues, Professor L/N." Snape simply said, disregarding your previous question

"I believe you would think different, had you seen what I did, Snape." You replied with a frown. "Pixies were flying freely in his class, causing utter chaos and torment to the students- I mean, they'd hung Longbottom by the hood of his cloak on the chandelier!"

"Lockhart will not last here, we both know that, L/N." Snape declared, leaning back slightly, as if to back off from you. The hostility in him was still present, though. "As for Longbottom, I'm not surprised. That boy is always finding himself in perilous situations." He added, glancing to the right momentarily with a look of disgust. He looked back at you, sending your heart into a rapid beat once more. "I suggest you keep your nose out of things that don't concern you."

"Lockhart came to me." You laughed dryly, offended that he'd assumed you were drawn to the drama. "He came to me for help."

"Poor choice, clearly." Snape sneered. You opened your mouth to bite back at him. "However, possibly a smart move. Choosing the faculty fledgling. Easy to use. Though, evidently, Lockhart did not possess the foresight to see that it would backfire on him. He clearly misjudged your… spunky character." He continued, making you snort. He cocked a questioning brow at the noise. "Do not mistake me, I did take pleasure in watching you admonish that blundering fool."

You were shocked to say the least, to actually hear something positive fall from Snape's lips. Did he really just say that? You stood there, dumbfounded, staring up at him.

"You look startled, Professor L/N," The Potions Master smirked down at you. Understandably, you were speechless. "Is it such a foreign concept for you to hear me speak well of you?"

"I'm astounded that you're surprised by that. It's a rare occasion that you dish out positive feedback, let alone compliments. I thought you were more self-aware than this, Snape." You said, feigning confusion. Snape's smugness was soon wiped clean as another more familiar facial expression of his took residence upon his features - a stone-cold glare

You couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at the corners of your lips, an unusual warmth blooming in your stomach. Yes, you were truly taking pride in successfully insulting Severus Snape - at this point, who wouldn't?

"Touché." Snape glared at you. Another moment of silence passed through you and Snape as you stared each other down. It was weirdly intimate, again. The two of you seemed to be forming a habit of this.

Snape was the first to break. You gasped softly as the Potions Master swiftly swept away from you, his cloak billowing out behind him like a wave that refused to break. You've come to understand that goodbyes are not in Snape's vocabulary.

Watching him walk down the hallway, you presumed to his quarters, you let your head fall back against the wall behind you. A quiet sigh of relief fell from your lips. You weren't sure how long you could keep up this hateful mask to hide your blooming affection for him. It was easier to pretend that you hated him, even though he sometimes did nearly push you to that extreme.

A week or so went by without another close encounter with Snape, and you were surprisingly content with that fact. It gave you time to process everything and most importantly - settle into your new position as the Herbology professor. You'd partially seen him in the Great Hall for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or whilst walking in the hallways but you never evoked a conversation with him. You acknowledged him with a polite nod, but that was it.

After that unorthodox interaction with him in the hallway that night, the hostility had simmered down between you two. Sure, he was bound to say something tongue-in-cheek soon enough, but you'd avoided him because of that risk, and also to do with the fact that your crush on him was truly growing out of your control. You were just hoping he didn't notice.

Today was a Saturday, and it was around ten o'clock or so in the morning. Since you had no classes today, you thought you'd complete an inventory check, to replace and monitor the levels of herbs and other plant bits and bobs you had. You'd just finished four classes worth of grading after starting at eight o'clock, so you were craving something practical, really. The constant repetitiveness of reading the same thing over and over again almost sent you into an eternal slumber. No Wiggenweld or Wideye potion could have saved you.

As you dug through your cabinets in your greenhouse, you noticed some things were missing. "Huh." You muttered to yourself, sitting back on your haunches, observing the storage unit. You leaned forwards and rummaged through it again, assuming you'd miscounted.

No, you weren't wrong. Things were missing.

Billywig stings, Chinese chomping cabbage, dandelion roots, dittany… Your nose scrunched up in slight annoyance as your mind immediately thought of Snape. McGonagall did mention at the beginning of the year that he might snoop through your cabinets and take some ingredients for his Potions classes. You just didn't expect him to take this much.

Luckily for him, you were in a pleasant mood, so you weren't inclined to scold him for stealing from you, but rather just have a word. Not that he'd care if you did choose to berate him.

You sighed as you stood up from kneeling, your hands brushing off your now dusty skirt. Off you go, to the damp and dingy dungeons - not particularly one of your favourite places at Hogwarts. The weather had really changed over the past few days, it was now nearing the end of September, and so the rain and clouds had really started to take hold. As of right now, it was quite dark and dingy outside, the clouds almost black, like a warning to stay inside. You groaned at the depressing sight. Spring was your favourite season of the year, of course, being a Herbologist.

Quickly scurrying out of your greenhouse, across the outside courtyards and towards an entrance to the castle, your hand rose up to protect your head as a drizzle of rain started to fall. Reluctantly making your way to where Professor Snape resided, a rush of anxiety and butterflies stirred in your stomach. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Were you going to turn back? Possibly.

As you neared the spiral staircase down to the dungeons, a sick feeling gathered within you. Almost like a gut feeling. Perhaps this was a bad idea. You stopped in your tracks for a moment, torn between the desire of running away back to your greenhouse, pretending like you had no clue that Snape had been in your greenhouse and taken some things, and the desire of giving him a piece of your mind, respectfully, of course.

You shook your head to yourself, as if to rid your mind of your doubts, and so you carried on downwards, the smell of damp earth and what seemed to be decaying stone, interwoven with fresh moss. It wasn't too pleasant, but it was bearable, and it reeled you back to your time at Hogwarts when you used to travel down here for your Potions classes with none other than the brooding Professor Snape himself.

Your nose scrunched up as you thought back to the amount of times he had berated you in class for messing up such simple instructions, but you just weren't cut out to be a potioneer; Herbology was your calling.

You hesitated on the last step of the stairs, suddenly regretting your idea of paying the Bat a visit. Fuck it, you thought. You needed to establish some sort of boundaries.

A voice pulled you from your thoughts as you halted your body.

"Professor L/N," Snape's recognisable deep baritone rang out in the dark, gloomy hallway of the dungeons. His tone was almost questioning. It was a given, considering you were not a common passer-by in the dungeons. Thinking about it, this was probably your first time down here in a long time. His lips just uttering your name sent a chill down your spine. You cursed yourself for that. You had to squint slightly to spot his tall, broad and black figure in the shadows, partially illuminated by the torchlights hung against the walls.

"Professor Snape," You greeted back awkwardly. He stood straight, face adorned with his usual cold stare, one hand falling from the knob of his classroom door and moving to clasp his other behind his back. He was clearly waiting for you to explain your reasoning as to why you were down here, but you were sure he had inkling as to why. He wasn't stupid. "Erm." Your mind went blank. This was fucking embarrassing.

You glanced up at Snape, watching him tilt his head at you. He was silent. He was obviously enjoying your squirming as you tried to think of something to say to him.

"I've noticed some things missing from my cabinets." You finally said, trying to push aside the waves of embarrassment that were currently flooding your body. "I'm presuming it's you taking the ingredients?" You questioned quietly, avoiding the risk of conflict with Snape again. As much as it's fun to push his buttons, you did not have the energy this morning.

"Good observation." Snape said blankly, stalking towards you slowly. You felt your heart pick up in speed as another rush of anxiety ran through you.

"I appreciate the fact that you need them for your lessons, but I'd also appreciate the fact if you'd at least tell me." You said politely, desperate to keep the conversation calm and somewhat civil, watching nervously as he walked closer to you. You forgot how intimidating he could be when you weren't fueled by adrenaline and rage.

Snape cocked a brow at you, his eyes narrowing a tad as he studied your face. Your eyes were partially widened, lips parted to some degree. It was a very drastic change from the angry one he'd witnessed in the hallway.

"Would you like me to leave you a poem, and a cookie, too?" Snape teased you with a haughty look, purposefully provoking you. A quiet sigh slipped your lips as you rolled your eyes. That familiar mixture of irritation and lust rushed through your body.

"And here I thought we could have a civil conversation." You said bitterly, looking up into his dark, almost black eyes. Your cheeks burned hotter as you stared up at him. Snape was silent for a moment as he watched you. There was that rage again, bubbling inside you.

"How foolish of you." He simply said, that common amused smirk tugging at his lips. You felt your fists ball again, your nails digging painfully into your palms. This was a mistake for sure, you were in such a good mood today, and one visit to Snape had unravelled that. Gods, he was such an ass.

"Clearly." You bit back, venom sizzling in your voice. Snape's brow quirked at your tone, his eyes flicking between yours, as if trying to read your thoughts.

"If you have come to lecture me on my habits, Professor L/N, then you have come in vain." Snape said, looking down at you, observing your restless movements.

"Why? Too far up your own ass to accommodate other people's wishes?" You challenged him, though, you slightly regretted your choice of words almost immediately. Sometimes, you wondered how this man made you lose your temper and the leash on your tongue so easily.

"You are way out of your depth here, L/N." Snape warned you, his voice darkening.

Yeah, you were fully aware of that. Though, being the stubborn person you were, you refused to back down from Snape. This also seemed to be becoming a habit.

"Perhaps," you noted, quirking your lip, "or am I just making a good observation?" The rush of adrenaline pumped through you again, prompting your brave and daring words. You did not want to make an enemy out of Snape, but his rude and unnecessary comments were starting to grate against your patience. A beat of silence passed over the two of you before he spoke again.

"Will that be all, Professor L/N?" Snape glared at you, his patience wearing thin with you. The wizard's voice was harsh, almost biting. Maybe you really did piss him off this time. As much as you wanted to continue throwing insults at him to satisfy your own selfish needs, you should really take this moment to leave. Avoid making things worse, no?

"In truth, no," You shook your head at him, prompting a roll of his eyes. You clenched your jaw at his reaction. "I'd like it if you did actually leave a note or something along those lines to let me know what you've taken and used." You said calmly, trying to avoid another bout of conflict with Snape. The two of you seemed to butt heads constantly, probably due to your rather obvious differences.

"Yes, yes. I'll be sure to do that the next time I require your herbs or plants." Snape replied curtly, seemingly a little tired of this conversation.

Your face quickly twisted into a contortion of shock and confusion.

"…Okay… thank you?" You stumbled, frowning suspiciously at him. So, he just accepts your demand? Like that? Is this what it's like to be treated as an equal? Whatever you could get, you were going to take it. Just bite the bullet and leave, you thought. This was it.

Or was this some sort of mind-fuck?

"Do not thank me." Snape scoffed, his hands still clasped behind his back menacingly. Ah, no, there it was, you thought. 'Thank you' did not exist in his vocabulary either, then?

"So close, yet so far." You muttered amusedly, tilting your head at Snape curiously. You waited for another glare from him for being a smart-arse, but instead, Snape's lips quirked up into a smirk - an amused one at that.

It was a weird interaction. But with Snape, things were going to be weird; he wasn't a normal person. You'd be beating a dead horse if you wanted him to act like an average human being.

In secret, over the past few encounters with you, he'd grown respect to you - albeit a little - but it was enough. Satisfactory. In regards to the tongue-in-cheek, bordering offensive comments that fell from his lips, he only tended to push your buttons because you made it so easy for him, he found it rather entertaining to get under your skin and irritate you. In fact, it was highly amusing to him. For all his time at Hogwarts, it was refreshing to have someone that could keep up with his remarks and keep him on his toes, however annoying you may become. Although, he would never admit that to you… unless poisoned with Veritaserum.

"I have some grading to do." Snape announced, breaking the silence and your train of thought, continuing to stare down at you, inferring that he was indeed leaving now. You swallowed, nodding. The air surrounding you two was… weird, you couldn't put your finger on it. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it also wasn't comfortable.

"Likewise, Snape."

"Severus," he corrected you, narrowing his eyes, "you may call me Severus. We are, after all… colleagues now." Severus said, hesitating like he was almost inclined to say equals. You felt your heart leap into your mouth at the correction and you blinked quickly, a little taken aback at how he had suddenly changed. It was like you'd finally broken through his first defences and possibly earned some sort of respect. Perhaps he was testing you those past times, seeing how far you'd go, seeing if you'd break down and leave Hogwarts because of his relentless and cruel remarks. Nonetheless, you persevered through it and came out on top, despite the probable heightened blood pressure caused by the frustration and stress he gave you.

Still speechless from what he'd said, you stared up at him with big, wide eyes. "I suppose you may call me Y/N." You said quietly, your cheeks beginning to tint pink again from the intense gaze the two of you were holding. There it is, you inwardly groaned as your body betrayed you in front of Severus once again. At this point, there was more chance of you becoming the Minister of Magic than hiding your feelings. It was only going to get worse, you thought helplessly.

Severus tilted his head at you for a moment, observing you before swiftly turning around with a dramatic twirl of his cloak and floating into his office, the door shutting behind him with a heavy thud.

What a start to the year this has been…

ok so there's part 3, i'm not quite sure if i like how it ended, but i'll keep it for now. i do like the part where they exchange first names, sort of like the first bit of them tolerating each other B)

-> next on the agenda, the dueling club scene because that is just too good not to include omg. might change it up a bit tho.. we shall see!

this was lowkey an unintentional enemies to lovers fic i wont lie lmfao

once again thank you for reading, if you enjoyed it please let me know!! 🩷

part 4

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tarochimochi · 2 months

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man i hope this isnt weird at all but genuinely ur daily losercake stuff is so nice and sweet, it makes me happy seeing someone enjoying these guys so much and its always really nice seeing losercake!!! AND DAILY TOO!!!! ur literally spoiling us /hj

plus like how its been rn (havent been doing so hot haha, just personal stuff ofc) seeing them makes my day a bit brighter and gives me....ENERGY!! so keep up the great work !! i always love seeing what funny little doodles you make 🌻🌻and also have a great day ok :O]

Losercake, everyday, daily.

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WAAAA OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCHHH IT MEANS ACTUALLY SO MUCH. I actually got kinda inspired to start losercake daily because of the actual fucking drought their is of content, like the Losercake tag of ao3 hasn’t been updated in months and the last like three fics at nsfw so i can’t read those. Or like people just hate on the ship now and say it’s forced like no offense but i bet your fav pairing hasn’t even been acknowledged by jacknjellify in the last 8 years. SO IT WAS SHOCKING TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE WHO CONTRIBUTES TO THE LOSERCAKE TAG SO THANK YOU! I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER BECAUSE I KNOW HOW IT FEELS ALSO DW ITMs NOT WEIRD ANYTHING IS FUCKING BETTER THEN THE ANONS I GET

THANKS FOR THE BOOST! I GENUINELY APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH MUCH HUGS AND KISSES FOR YOU MY FRIEND :33

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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can you write a one shot about clumsy reader× Loki where the reader is clumsy and falls even if she is sitting or bumping into things and people or burning herself i want to see how loki will be protective torwod her (if you don't feel inspired to write this it's okay love your writing by the way ♥️)

Hii sorry it took me so long to write, I'm a clumsy person and currently own several cuts and bruises from several different things. However it can get so embarrassing at times. I hope you'll like this if you're still here, thank you I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🥰

Falling for you (Loki x Female Reader) (Fluffy fluff)

The first moment Loki laid his eyes upon you, he found you on the floor, on your knees, collecting a bunch of tangerines that you have dropped, one of them rolled so close to his feet so you crawled towards him and he was going to make a dirty remark like he usually did in a woman's presence but then you looked up and those soft eyes melted him. Just a fleeting moment, so unimportant, he didn't even have time to grasp it carefully before the moment passed but deep down in his rigid icy heart he felt a little something. Later on he had an epiphany that he had fallen for you while you fell in front of him.

"Hiii ..sorry..I slipped..they mopped the floor I guess ..you know they should put those cone sign thingy that says wet floor..the one you know with the umm..the cone –" you followed his gaze and looked where he was looking, there it was, the slab that said "wet floor" in huge clear words "Alright I guess I'm blind then" you muttered under your breath as you felt mortified, you have heard of the tall brooding Asgardian that has joined the Avengers recently and you didn't think this is how your first meeting would go.

"Are you hurt darling?" His voice was so sultry and smooth, it immediately warranted you to look up at him again, he kept his eyes on yours as he lowered himself down slowly in a squatting position before he put one of the knees down on the floor, so graceful like a wild feline. Thankfully he didn't smell like one, he smelled like lillies. You sat down on the floor as you felt a pain in your ankle, you were busy picking up those tangerines that the pain took its sweet time to register.

"Just my ankle..it's fine ..I'm getting late for work" he didn't listen to you, you weren't fine he could tell, he looked at you before he slipped the shoes off your right ankle and you squealed internally, thanking the lords for the self pedicure you have given yourself just two days ago. He took the sock off and grabbed your ankle to assess the injury. You had luck playing for you today.

"See how awful it looks?" Grimacing look appeared on your face as you looked at the swelling that was only getting worse.

But then you noticed the green shimmer washing over the injury and all of a sudden it was gone, the pain, the swelling, all of it was gone, it vanished, like magic.

"Oh my god ..holy shit god..thank youuu so muchhh ..you have no idea how much I appreciate this..I cannot afford a leave right now..Robert would have killed Mee"

He raised his brow as you blabbed mindlessly. Who was this Robert and why did he want to hurt this sweet little thing he wondered?

"Who is this Robert fellow that you speak of?"

"My boss at the Cupid Cafe? It's on this floor only, I got the job last week.. honestly speaking..nepotism was involved because my mom and Robert went to school together..you see? My friends are so envious of me right now..man you won't believe, they ask me everyday if I saw an Avenger and to be fair I thought I'd faint when I saw Iron man last week..he's shorter in real life though..he looks so tall in pictures and my friend Sheila? She is such a big fan of yours.. would you like to sign something for her?" You finally stopped speaking and he smiled, showing off those pearly perfect teeth, so perfect that you could feel your surroundings lightening up in his presence. God of thunder who?

You wished you had not blabbed though, being clumsy wasn't the only flaw you had, you also had the nervous Verbal diarrhea..

He stood up and put his hand out for you like a gentleman so you grabbed it and he helped you stand up, he didn't let go of your hand though, the butterflies were raging inside you, he was so tall and handsome, you had to look up to even match his eye line.

"Ummm thank you mister Loki..I need to get back to work" you bent down to pick up the basket of tangerines, then you tried to get out of there as quickly as you could without embarassing yourself further, bad move, because you slipped again. Caution : Wet floor and wet panties.

He shook his head in disbelief then he made it his mission to drop you to the Cafe safely before you'd trip again. No tangerines were harmed in the process.

Loki has never been the one to make friends or acquaintances for that matter but your uncoordinated personality and running mouth won him over, he visited the cafe frequently after that and he'd often watch you trip, drop things, fall down, burn your fingers off hot things, on number of occasions he witnessed you goofing up and the more he witnessed the innate talent you had to get yourself hurt the more protective he became of you.

He made sure no wet floors would ever be on your way ever again, if you were carrying heavy stuff he'd take it away from you right away. He'd heal every cuts, burn marks and bruises you carried on daily basis.

"How many folks you bumped into today my darling?" your cheeks flushed as he questioned you, it's been months since you have been working here and your friendship with him had grown steadily, you never wanted to get your hopes up or that it could ever be more, especially seeing the kind of women he hung around with.

"Just one.. and it wasn't my fault she was looking at her phone"

"Just one huh?" He smirked and you huffed before you rolled your eyes. His eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

"Okay fine two" those brows didn't tame so you stopped lying to him. "Five.. happy?" He giggled as you said that, in the last few months especially in moments like these he wanted to grab you and kiss you, then he never wanted to let you go, what place could have been more safer for you then his own arms? But he didn't think you felt anything for him, sure he felt the care and concern you showered on him, but he didn't want to get his hopes up or have his heart broken or worse lose this precious friendship he had managed to not fuck up somehow.

"I'll fetch you tomorrow, yeah?" He asked you and you nodded.

He wanted to invite you to Thor's birthday party and as excited as you were you couldn't help but feel scared, a big lavish party like that would require you to look a certain way and you knew you'll have to confront your worst nightmare. The stilettos. You had never been able to walk comfortably in heels and you had tripped a countless times before so you decided to give up on them entirely but you couldn't go to an Avenger's party wearing flats or shoes right?

At the party Loki was around you all the time as if he was scared that you'll embarrass him, that's what you thought, you totally missed that he didn't care about it, he just wanted to keep you safe, he asked you to not put on something you felt uncomfortable in but you insisted.

"I have to attend this quick interviewing session, just enjoy the party and I will be back soon alright?" He told you so you nodded, you got a comfortable spot next to the bar as you sipped on your drink, your eyes fell upon Loki in the other corner of the room, the black suit he had on devastated you completely, so many sexy women were at this party and they all had their eyes on him, you felt saddened as you thought about one of them getting lucky tonight.

"Ohhh look.. ain't that the girl that keeps messing up our drinks?" Sam commented, making Bucky and Natasha laugh.

"Samuel, I'd suggest giving up on any games if you want to sleep tonight in your bed instead of the medical wing, my brother is extremely fond of lady y/n" Thor said to Sam, he knew of his brother's feelings regarding you and he didn't want any trouble.

"I'm not even going to do anything..she'll manage it herself.. watch..hey y/n? Hey?" Thor facepalmed as Sam called out for you, you smiled as you heard your name, someone wanted to talk to you? An Avenger wanted to talk to you?

"Come join us?" Natasha yelled and it made you even happier, they were on the other side of the lounge so you grabbed your drink and walked towards them, big mistake because your the stilletos made your ankle twist and you fell down horribly, the sound of the glass breaking brought all the attention towards you, your eyes teared up as you looked around, sounds of laughter erupted in the room. Your whole body felt still, your ears felt hot as the embarrassment drowned you, it was prom night all over again.

Loki stormed towards you quickly and he made you stand up, his eyes circled around the room and everyone got quiet all of a sudden, his searing gaze was enough to intimidate them. A few shards of broken glass had pierced your skin and it broke his heart, he felt even worse when he looked at you and your eyes were filled with tears

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry loki..I ..I'll just go" his eyes teared up as you mumbled an apology to him. You tried to walk past him but he held your hand.

"Come with me please..please?" His voice was so soft and gentle, you knew that he'd never make fun of you when you felt this way, you nodded and he walked you out of the tower then he made you sit in the backseat of his car as he sat next to you. He used his charm to remove the shards and heal the cuts, you kept sobbing and he didn't know how to comfort you so he cupped your cheeks and leaned into you to kiss you, just a soft gentle peck but it stopped the crying. You looked at him shocked at the gesture,

"Why did you do that?" You asked him confused, that's when you noticed that his eyes were teary too and that was the moment that gave you the courage to do what you did next.

"I'm sorry if you didn't want me to..I should have asked darling but I just–" before he could finish his words you kissed him this time. He pulled you on top of his lap as you kissed him deeply, your lips moved in the perfect rhythm and your heart soared more and more the longer you felt his lips on yours. It was perfect, it was better than any fantasy or dreams you have had of him in the past few days.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you"

"You could never embarrass me darling, I just abhor how it makes you feel" you looked down as he said that. You abhorred it too.

"I have always been..a little off balanced" you smiled to hide the pain and the embarrassment. You didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't a cute quirky girl trait as movies and books had made everyone believe, it was embarrassing to not have control on your body sometimes.

"And that is absolutely alright..I find it quite endearing. I just don't want you to be hurt my sweet little thing"

Or Maybe it was a cute quirky girl trait if God of Mischief found it endearing.

As embarrassing as the fall was, it brought you closer to him, after planning an actual date for tomorrow he conjured a pair of shoes for you and made you discard those abominating heels. He took you back to the party, hand in hand, he announced at the same party that you belonged to him now and if he would witness anyone making fun of his sweet little thing he'd rip their head off their neck then he'd carve out their eyes with his dagger to play chess with them. His words, not yours.

Drunken Thor revealed the conversation that had occurred among them before you tripped.

Oh and Sam definitely didn't sleep in his bed that night.

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A Jackson Love Story

Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: It seems like before the outbreak it was common knowledge that history tends to repeat itself. But for this young woman it's a very foreign subject. A/N:

This is my new baby, my pride and joy! Hope you guys like it, I finally grow the balls to post my stuff here, I'm starting with this one because I'm very proud of it so far :3 Please be kind lol, my English is not top tier but I'm very happy about of this fic, it came to me in a dream, and I love writing it so muchhh and I hope you all love reading it <3

WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Semi Slow Burn, Age Difference (Reader is in her mid 20's, Joel is in his 50's), Loss of Virginity, Breeding kink, Religious Guilt, Possessive Sex, Masturbation, Edging, Secret relationship... I'm terrible at this so i'm prolly forgetting something.

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That farm belonged to her father's family for generations, it was four miles away from the city, a big piece of land in Jackson Wyoming, her great great grandfather built it to raise his kids close to nature and animals, he had worked his whole life in other people’s farms, when he saw the opportunity of having his own, he didn’t think twice.

And it was in this farm that her parents met, they knew everyone in town and had a few good friends, but their true shared love was the farm, it was over a hundred years old, and Paul and Laura tended to it with pride and joy every day, before and after his work at the dam and her work in town as a veterinarian. When he met Laura, she fell in love with the farm before falling for him, it happens if you’re a vet with a passion for farm animals. They started talking more when both realized they were both very religious. She lived in town but was often on his farm to check on the animals, with all that going for him every Sunday he would take initiative and would go pick her up early in the morning to go to church, then they would lunch and chat for hours. He fell for her at first sight, when she was over his place, he would always create a reason for her to stay a bit longer, a coffee, a slice of pie, a show he wanted to show her, even though he actually had never seen it before. When they started dating it didn't take long for him to invite her to live with him and it didn't take much longer for her to say yes. Two years later they married and one year later she was pregnant. But what was supposed to be the perfect life, changed one month into the long-awaited pregnancy.

Usually not many people walked past the farm, some lost hikers rarely, but one night someone knocked on the door, Paul and Laura woke up in a panic, he told her to stay quiet and grabbed his gun. -"I'll go with you! Are you crazy?"- She whispered, climbing out of the bed. -"You are pregnant!"- He turned to her, with a raised hand, silently asking for her to stay. -"Yeah, and you are the father!"- She put on her fluffy slippers, and he rolled his eyes. Meanwhile whoever it was downstairs was nearly breaking the door, frantically screaming for help. As Paul opened the bedroom door the noises stopped. "Shit…"- They said at the same time, and slowly walked downstairs. They stopped on the last step, both hearts dropping at the sight. The man that was at the door was now running away from two people towards the barn, but they caught him and started… Eating him? It was far but it sure looked like that. Laura felt sick and sat on the stairs, Paul walked closer to the window and watched in horror as the man screeched out his last scream. -"Holy fuck…"- He whispered to himself; they never swear but that was for sure a different night. Soon other people started to appear from the woods running from others, some they recognized even from afar, friends, neighbors… Another man made it to the front door. Joey, a young florist from town, covered in blood. -"Open the door! For the love of God!"- He screamed, crying his heart out. -"Paul please! Oh my God! I'm going to die!"- Paul looked at Laura. -"What are you waiting for?!"- She got up and walked towards the door, but he stopped her with a hand on her chest and shook his head no. -"Paul, he is hurt!"- She had tears in her eyes. -"We don't know what's going on…"- With his other hand he took her hand from the doorknob. Joey was still crying on the other side, more quietly now… Then silence. They were staring at each other, listening to absolute silence. Paul decided to look through the peephole and he saw Joey squirming and contorting; he could hear the boy’s bones cracking. He stepped away from the door holding his mouth, disgusted and shocked. Before Laura could look too Joey screeched and threw his whole body against the door, over and over again. They jumped back and Laura screamed, the door started to break from its hinges. -"Oh my God!"- Laura held Paul's hand. -"Go! Upstairs! NOW!"- He screamed, and both ran back towards their room, at that same moment the door flung open, and Joey fell inside, climbing the stairs behind them on all fours, screaming. Laura got into the room; Paul quickly closed the door with her inside, turned and shot right as Joey was jumping on him, both fell against the door. -"I'm okay… I think…"- He said, weak, she opened the door and his head hit the ground, Joey was on top of him, dead. -"What the hell it’s going on?..."- She asked, her whole body trembling. Paul pushed the boy away and got up with a grunt.

They stayed up that night, the door was gone, and the people kept coming, they were fast, too fast.

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The day after, Paul fixed the door, and they started building a fence around the farm. Laura wasn't very good at building fences, but she was worst at shooting, so as she built, he watched her back. Everyone they killed they buried and prayed for them, the days were long and tiring, mornings were for building, evenings were for digging graves, nights were for praying and trying to rest their tired bodies and minds, which was also a task.

After two weeks no one would show up anymore, no monsters nor people, Paul was able to help with the fence and after two more weeks it was done.

After that they never left the farm anymore, rarely a monster would show up and they would kill and bury it, it was a sickening routine.

Months went by and they didn't even notice, their days were quiet and sad, they weren't that happy chatty couple they once were, but they still felt connected by the farm work and would always sleep holding each other.

Their daughter was born in the bathtub, Laura always wanted a water birth. Everything went smoothly and from that day forward they found joy in life again.

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A year later Paul was feeding the horses and chatting with Laura when a group of three approached the farm's gate. Paul told Laura to go and she ran inside as he grabbed the gun from his back and walked towards the gate. They talked for a short period and Paul lowered his gun and relaxed, Laura was watching from the window when her husband motioned for her to come. She would like to hear what they had to say, he thought. It was the first time in months they saw people, alive at least. And it was the first time they were introduced to the fact that a community was being created in the city. They explained what they knew about the infection and the outbreak, and told them they should go to the city, the real danger in their area now wasn't the infected but raiders.

They talked for hours that night and decided to stay in the farm, but they helped the townsfolk with everything they could. Maria and her father used to go there at least once a week, at first for business and ideas on how to properly use the dam, for ideas on how to build a sustainable community and how could they potentially live as the good ol'days, Laura had many good ideas for that, she used to daydream about the normal world every waking hour and dream about it when she was asleep. Soon they didn't talk about business at all when they visited, they chatted and cooked food, laughed and drank whiskey. They were friends, family.

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After two years they wouldn't bury the infected anymore because they started to change, sometimes both of them question that in silence, they were people once, just that should give them the right to a proper burial, were they just scared to get too close, to touch them? They didn't talk about that, but by the way they looked at each other after seeing an infected was proof they both share those awful feelings. They would still pray for their souls and Laura would often cry in the bathroom, Y/N would often listen because she was always following her mother around, she didn’t know why she cried so much.

As Y/N grew she learnt how to do everything around the farm, from a very young age she was already into it. They rarely visited the community and that didn't bother her at all, she didn’t know better, but they argued sometimes about the fact that she should be around other kids, at her age she should be going to school and having fun, but they would always settle back to the idea of being on the farm. "Imagine if it all happens again but we are surrounded by people'' they used to say, the farm was isolated, but it was safe, they were alive until then because they were isolated in the first place. So, they homeschooled Y/N, taught her everything they knew and like that the years went by.

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When she was ten, she woke up before her parents because of chatting at the front door. She opened her bedroom door slowly and met her father doing the same, he put a finger in front of his lips telling her to not make a noise. She followed him downstairs, Paul felt her holding the hem of his shirt and felt chills down his spine, it was like history was repeating itself, but now there was a little girl involved, she shouldn’t have to go through all that terror. He suddenly felt strong and protective, as they reached the last step, the chatting had stopped, he opened the door and pointed his gun out, looking around, but there was no one, his blood ran cold as his brain created all kinds of scenarios, this could be a trap, he was lightheaded when suddenly his daughter’s voice woke him up.

-"Dad! Look!"- She pointed towards the barn, there were two people trying to jump the fence, he looked but looked down even faster, his daughter's scream had woken up the reason the couple were there and were now running away, a baby, a few months old at max.

-"Holy Mother of Jesus…"- He bent down to grabbed the basket, Y/N had both hands on her mouth, in shock and already in love with the tiny little baby.

-"Laura! Laura!" - He called his wife with tears in his eyes. When she climbed down she almost fell on her ass when she saw the child in her husband's arms and immediately started to cry, Y/N watched as the couple finally jumped to the other side and disappeared. She felt like she would never forget that sight. And like that they became a family of four. They named her Dakota.

It was a blessing having Dakota around, Y/N always wanted a sister and a brother, and her parents always wanted a big family, but that dream died when the infected were born.

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As Y/N started to become a young lady, they were glad they controlled everything their daughters knew and had access to, they wouldn’t even let the girls be around after dinner when Maria and their friends were there. Y/N used to go to her room and leave the door just a slit open and sit by it to try to listen to something, a story, an adventure, something about the old world. Somedays her parents liked to drink after dinner and cuddle by the fire, they used to remember and laugh about how wild teenagers were back in the day, and how their daughters were angels, Y/N remember listening to this, and she did feel that way sometimes… Wild. One day when Y/N was seventeen she went to the community alone for the first time. She had argued with her mother because she didn't want to study the Bible anymore, she knew everything word by word and thought it was baloney and her mother freaked out, how could she say that that in front of her little sister, she should be an example and yada yada, her high pitched screams made Dakota cry and that made her mother even more angry, while her father was trying to soothe the situation, Y/N sneaked out, grabbed a horse and left. Getting there, she went straight to the library and browsed books for hours, anything was more entertaining than that old bible she had read countless times. She decided to take a book where the main character had her name and went back. She hid the book on the second floor of the barn and went inside to face her parents' wreath, after hours of arguing and lots of crying they all went to bed without dinner, except Dakota who wasn't mad or sad with anyone and was as hungry as any other day. In her room she regretted sneaking out, her mother’s face when she came back was unforgettable and so heartbroken, the fear and disappointment on her father’s face was all too much, why did she do that? What did she get from such an extreme action? Nothing… She thought, but when she closed her eyes she saw the books, all those stories and that smell… Oh the smell. She smiled to herself, she remembered all the times she would open the bible expecting a new story to appear on the pages, she remembered the few adventure stories her father used to tell her and her sister, she always wanted more, and now she had it, it wasn’t all for nothing.

She woke up early the next day and went straight to the second floor of the barn and hid the stairs. Their parents tried talking to her and bribing her with an apple pie but she wouldn't come down. Not because she was angry or sad, but because she learnt what the book was about, it was a romance, she never heard or even thought of those things, she didn't know what she was feeling but it was as good as it was new, It felt wrong and that made it even better she didn't know why, it made her giggle and blush and that was so funny for her. She barely blinked, she couldn't stop reading. It was lunch time already and her tummy was growling. She hid the book again and climbed down. After a few very long apologies it was all back to normal. Lunch was great and afterwards she helped her father around the farm, both enthusiastically teaching Dakota everything, Y/N was so good with plants and harvest that her father couldn’t do it without his daughter anymore, Dakota thought her sister was the smartest woman in the whole world and so did Paul, he loved that his girl was getting better than him, he couldn’t be more proud, sometimes even playing dumb just to listen to her explaining everything with unmatchable gusto, she also helped her mother around the house a bit ignoring her anxious heart and her butterfly filled stomach. That night she snuck out and slept in the barn after reading the book until her cheeks were hurting from smiling and laughing.

After that book their life changed a bit, coincidentally, because of another book, they started to visit the community more often after Maria planted the idea of bible study and Laura loved it, Maria was always trying to convince them to move to their community, maybe this time it would work.

The class was actually a success. Laura was very religious but after the outbreak she started to question everything, in a healthy way, in a way she could explore other beliefs, even atheism and hate. And that's what the class was all about, a place to explore the bible with an open heart, like a piece of art, a place to believe or find out religion is not for you and that's completely fine, a place for counseling, for sharing, a safe place.

While Laura was teaching Y/N would always go to the library, Dakota would stay for the classes then play with other kids afterwards and Paul would help around and chat with the few old friends that were still there. Before sunset they would all gather in front of the barn to go back home.

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Her teenage years flew by, and she was now a young woman allowed to go to the community alone, Laura could swear her goal was to read every book ever printed, and if that was the goal going to Jackson only once a week with her family wasn’t nearly enough, plus Y/N was great with any weapons, fast on her horse and was of great help to the community. She was a brilliant botanist, great with any type of food management, had a sniffer dog’s nose for a good harvest and an eagle’s eyes for improvement on the crops, animal stock and every kind of dairy production, a bit awkward around people but that did not prevent Maria from asking her to pass on her knowledge to the townsfolk.

She was allowed to bring Dakota to her classes, three times a week, and soon enough her parents started going there that frequently. Dakota made friends quickly and that worried Paul and Laura a bit, but it was undeniably good to be there, a few months into this new routine and they were all spending the entire days there, the would go early in the morning to help around and after their classes they would cook dinner, help around or just chat and have fun.

-"You guys should come live here."- Maria said to Laura one day, she had forgotten how many times she had suggested that over the years. -"There is space for your animals and there are many good houses. We would love to have you guys around."- She smiled softly and put a hand on Laura's shoulder. But they wouldn't budge, even Y/N was okay living on the farm, she was quite socially awkward and she loved her old room. Dakota was confused, she loved the city more than everyone in her household but it was scary to change her lifestyle like that.

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Half a year went by, and Y/N was in the library planning her class when a young girl, Dakota's age, walked in with Maria, she seemed to be showing her the community. "New people" she thought and went back to writing. That evening when she arrived home, she noticed her father's horse wasn't there. "Father is still in town?" She wondered what he was doing. As she approached her house the smell of burned wood invaded her nose, her mother was cooking. She walked towards the kitchen and watched her mom clean up the counter while humming a church song. -"Where is dad?"- Y/N asked and her mom turned to her with a jump. -"Good gracious young lady, a warning please!"- She took a hand to her chest and exhaled a laugh before answering. -"Tommy asked him to help with the night watch, he went early to meet the guys, you know your father, friendly as a golden retriever…"- They laughed. -"Never thought you guys would get this involved with the community, that's amazing…"- She smiled at her mother who was smiling back, softly. -"We are doing it for our girls…"- She walked towards her daughter and cupped her cheek lovingly, Y/N put her hand on top of her mother's and looked at her. -"Dishes are yours."- She winked and walked away laughing, Y/N rolled her eyes, sighed and got to work.

She couldn't sleep properly that night thinking about her dad out there. She has known Tommy since her teenage years, but who were the other guys? She couldn’t help but wonder if they were nice, friendly? “They’re Tommy’s friends… I’m overthinking….”.

She woke up before the sun and waited for her father to return sitting on her window, when she saw him in the distance she rushed to him. -"Dad!"- She screamed and waved, running to help him with the gate. She was in her pajamas and barefoot. -"Sweetie! What are you doing barefoot, you catch a splinter or somethin’!"- He laughed looking at his daughter and jumping off his horse. -"I barely sleep, I was so worried! How was it?"- She opened the gate quickly and hugged her dad. He grunted, coughed and giggled. -"I'm okay sweetie… It was quite fun actually."- He gently pushed her away and continued while walking towards the barn. -"You know Tommy is very funny, thank God he was there, if I stayed the whole night with just his brother I would have died of boredom!"- He chuckled.

-"Tommy has a brother?"- She asked, looking at him curiously.

-"Yes, older brother, just arrived… Guy is as close as a clam, I've heard around town that he is quite violent too…"- He looked at his daughter and shrugged. -"He has a daughter, same age as Dakota, the little girl seems to like him alot so guess he has a sweet side, or the girl it's a little weirdo like him…"- Paul laughed taking the cell off the horse's back and placing it in its place.

-"What's his name?"- Y/N asked.

-"Joel…And the girl's name… I don't remember…"- Paul petted the horse goodbye and wrapped his arm around his daughter's shoulders, pulled her close and walked back home with her.

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Two weeks later Paul was doing night watches two times a week. He was growing closer to Joel, it turned out they had a lot in common even though one was a talking machine and the other a brick wall. Tommy and Paul gave Joel headaches sometimes but he secretly liked the company, he missed the warmth of having friends, and hearing his brother's laugh was refreshing. Paul was officially going to town everyday after the farm chores. Y/N and Dakota were planning on asking to go with him, Y/N wanted to study and read and perhaps make some friends and Dakota wanted to go to school with her many friends. But they were afraid of Laura's reaction, she was already arguing quite a lot with Paul about his new routine.

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Almost a month went by and the girl she saw in the library walked into her class, Y/N wondered if that was Joel's daughter. -"Hello there! Welcome!"- She smiled and waved at the little girl. She waved back awkwardly, looking around the greenhouse. -"What's your name?"- Y/N asked. -"Ellie…"- She answered, checking out a big tomato that was hanging from its branch. -"Nice to meet you Ellie, I'm Y/N, today we're learning about the different types of tubers and how to care for them."- Y/N looked at the few kids in her class then back to Ellie. -"Tubers…"- the girl said to herself. She continued her class, Ellie was walking around the green house, uninterested, eventually laughing at some words she found funny, the kids in the class were looking at her, but the adults weren't phased by it, new kids were always like that, adults sometimes too, slowly approaching the class or leaving without a warning, sitting far away and anything in between.

By the end of the class Dakota rushed to talk to Ellie and Y/N smiled to herself when she saw Ellie smiling at her sister, she sure had a way with people. She gathered her stuff and walked past them after closing the greenhouse, they started to laugh so she looked back still walking, two steps later she pumped into someone. -"I'm sorry…"- She turned to see his chest and large shoulders, covered in a green flannel, her eyes went up and he was looking down at her with a shy smile on the corner of his lips. -"S'okay…"- He said, and she felt a shiver up and down her body. She was staring at him, mouth ajar. -"I'm here for…"- before he could finish Ellie came running and punched his arm. -"Hey sleepyhead!"- She said all happy. He smiled with his lips. -"I do night watches, what’s your excuse to sleep all day?"- They smiled at each other playfully. -"Look! I invited Dakota to eat some cake at home, so yeah, bye!"- She waved bye to Joel and to Y/N and Dakota followed her. He turned to ask them something, but Ellie tagged Dakota and they started to run.

-"That's my sister…"- Y/N finally remembered how to speak, and he turned back to her, making her heart skip a beat again at the sight of his gorgeous face.

-"Yeah, I've seen you around…"- He scratched his beard. -"I'm Joel…"- and reached for a handshake.

-"I'm Y/N…"- She smiled and took his hand.

-"Tommy told me about your class, he said you're great…"- He shook her hand, looking at her with big brown eyes, his large hand, warm and calloused, completely engulfing hers. She smiled and stared back. He let her go and cleaned his throat. -"Paul's daughter right? The little library mouse…"- He said as if it was nothing but to her it felt like he knocked the air out of her lungs. -"He… he called me that?.. "- She asked, staring at him, her cheeks burning.

-"No, I did, he just said you are always in that old building…"- He squinted his eyes ever so slightly, finding it weird how she kept staring at him even while clearly embarrassed, but Maria told him that she was skittish like a cat, he thought that was very cute but didn't believe her until now. -"Well, see ya around."- He smiled with his eyes and walked away.

As he walked away, it took her a second to process him. When it clicked, her heart dropped and she rushed to the library, threw her things at a table and looked for that first book she read. She sat on the table with it, flipping pages quickly as if her life depended on finding that specific paragraph, that description.

"He was older than me, way older some might argue, I knew that, but something pulled me to him, maybe it was his musky scent and mainly looks, maybe it was the desire to discover who he could be beside that shell he created for himself. He was known for being violent, angry and very grumpy but his big brown eyes hid a kindness to them, I constantly catch myself wondering how gorgeous he would look when he smiled, but he never did, only with his eyes, rarely, his salt and pepper curls and beard gave him a somehow approachable appearance, fatherly and warm, his voice made my whole body tingle the few times I've heard, husky and low, his whole face and body, sculpted by a perfectionist God, every wrinkle, every pore. Don't let me start on his broad shoulders and strong arms, oh how I have spent my nights thinking about how he could lift me up with no effort at all, pin me against a wall and kiss me deeply, his lips looked so soft, I would let him kiss me, as much as he needed, I would let him use me until my body crumbles on me, until my body is rearranged for him. He doesn't know this, he can't know how my body begs for him, how my body aches for his calloused hands, for his warm tongue and large…"

She closed the book and placed it roughly on the table beside her, not wanting to look at it. It was him. She dreamed about that man for years, none of the other books she'd read had hit her like that one, none of the other men in them had stuck with her like that, gotten under her skin like he did, unphased even after all those years, the perfect specimen in her mind and heart and now in her core too. -"Oh my goodness gracious…"- She whispered to herself and caressed the book cover without looking at it. Her body felt foreign, sinful. Her mind was rushing. It can't be that bad… Right? She thought. Afterall she wasn't in love nor planning to get married. It's okay, she thought when she realized she was overthinking, he didn't even feel the same way, why would he? She took a deep breath and cleaned her mind, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of embarrassment about how awkward she was, how innocent, she was still that bible study girl after all, afraid of God, and afraid of sin, she wasn't nearly as cool and powerful as the girls in her books, she was just a little library mouse… Maybe in that case, that a good thing…

Y/N left the library with the book in her purse and asked the guy, who was the librarian of the day where Joel and Ellie lived. She wanted to take her sister and go back home early that day.

She stood in front of the house for a minute, unable to knock. "Get yourself together…" she said in her mind, and knocked before another thought occurred.

-"Who is it?"- It was Ellie's voice, and she allowed herself to relax.

-"It's Y/N, I'm here for…"- Her sentence was cut short when Joel opened the door, his flannel was gone, he was wearing a black shirt that was too tight for him.

-"Hi…"- He looked at her, unreadable, voice deliciously low.

-"Can you call Dakota for me please, we have to get going…"- Her voice was small as she fought the urge to bite her lower lip and avoided his gaze.

-"Do you wanna come in for a while?"- He asked playfully, probably because he noticed her peeking at the inside of his house because she couldn't look at him for more than a second.

-"What?! No! No, thanks… Hum…I…"- Before her cheeks could go completely red, he asked another question.

-"What do you like to read?"- He leaned on the door frame, and she felt like dying, and she would've died happy.

-"Bo… Books about what I teach…"- She held her purse strap tight and looked up at his biceps and forearms towering over her and gulped.

-"Nice…"- His low voice sending chills up her thighs.

-"At your age I enjoyed romance and thrillers."- He discreetly looked at her, from head to toe, her hair on a messy bun, pink lips, adorable summer dress, and cleavage… He inhaled sharply.

-"I'll call Dakota, you wait right here."- He walked in leaving the door open.

She turned from the door, let out a breath and gasped for another one, her face never felt so hot, she wondered how pathetic she looked. -”Holy shit!”- It came out as fast as her hand came up to slap her mouth three times, a tick she had since she was little, every time she said a swear word, she would slap her mouth.

-"Were you swearing?"- Dakota asked from behind her and she jumped.

-"No, yes, sorry…"- She looked at Dakota and placed a kiss on her forehead, the little girl was holding a piece of cake and Ellie was right behind her, almost resting her head on her friend's shoulder.

-"Ellie told me to give it to you… She is very proud of her first cake!"- Dakota giggled and looked at Ellie over her shoulder, she was rolling her eyes, her cheeks pinker than usual.

-"Thanks Ellie! You should be proud, it looks and smells great!"- Y/N smiled and Ellie did too, shy as could be, Joel approached slowly.

-"Okay, so, bye Ellie!"- Dakota waved to her new friend and jumped down the four steps on her front porch.

-"See you tomorrow right?"- Ellie asked, walking past the door frame, seeking Dakota's attention.

-"Sure, I'll talk to my parents about it."- Dakota said with a smile and started to skip towards the barn. Y/N and Ellie waved to each other as the little girl squeezed herself beside Joel to walk back into the house. He cleaned his throat and said.

-"They want to go to the movies tomorrow…"- Joel crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

-"Cool…"- She said, distracted by his incredibly large shoulders.

-"You stare a lot…"- He smirked the smallest of smirks.

-"I'm… I'm sorry…"- She quickly turned to walk away.

-"I like it, s'cute."- His smirk widened a bit and she was completely unable to speak, held in place by his words, she was thankful that he couldn't see her face, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks, meanwhile he took his time to analyze her body again, the thin straps of her dress on her delicate shoulders, the many strands of hair falling from her bun, the way her dress held her ribs and danced with every warm summer breeze. He smiled to himself.

-"Would be great if you'd come too…"- He said before his brain could process it. If Y/N wasn't red as it could be already, she was now. She turned back to him, eyes wide. -”Tomorrow my father will go fishing and I always help my mum to clean the fishes and…”-

Her voice was getting smaller with each word, she almost thanked him when he interrupted her. -“S’okay… I can help…”- He just stared at her.

She didn't want to think about that, she just nodded and instead of the good old “goodnight” she just smiled awkwardly then rushed to meet her sister. Joel watched her run away, exhaled a tiny laugh through his nose and walked back in to cook dinner and hopefully find out why he invited her so abruptly.

She followed her sister who was now a few feet in front. She decided that stuffing her face with cake was a good way to stop thinking about him. The cake was great but it only made her think more about him.Did he help her bake? Was he a good cook? What was his favorite meal, favorite sweet treat? Her head was spinning but it felt weirdly good.

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It took a lot of talking to convince Paul and Laura to allow them to go to the movies, but they won that battle, after cleaning the dishes the sisters ran upstairs to Dakota’s room and talked about the upcoming day for hours, they heard about cinema and movies before but never watched it, much less in a big screen, Dakota describe it to Y/N as Ellie had described to her that night, it seems absurd and fantastic. Y/N loved how much about the world her little sister knew about. They talked about what story they wanted to watch as a movie, Y/N had many stories on her mind, but Dakota wanted something bible related and she thought that was funny, they don't even remember falling asleep, it had been a while since they slept together, in the morning it felt sweet and nostalgic, Y/N remembered when they used to have slumber parties and late nigh tea raves as they used to call.

After breakfast Y/N put on her boots and left to tend to the animals, they were probably waiting for her, she secretly gave them fruit salads during summer.

While brushing her horse she heard someone else walk in the stable.

-"Dad?"- She asked without looking.

-"I'm looking for him as well…"- A man said. She turned around with a gasp and when she saw Joel she gasped again, her whole body exploding with goosebumps.

-"Dear lord!"- She caught her breath and he exhaled a laugh.

-"Didn't know I was that ugly."- He said approaching her.

-"I just wasn't expecting you…"- She stuttered a bit, already red as one of her tomatoes. -"... And you are not… ugly…"- She was staring again, at his strong neck and chest.

-"You are not ugly too…"- He walked closer and petted her horse over her shoulder, she took a deep breath, he smelled amazing, she looked up to his eyes and he was already looking down at her, she felt lightheaded.

-"Look who's here!"- Paul's voice made her exhale a very shaky breath as Joel turned to greet his friend. With large steps they met in the middle of the stable and hugged, slapping each other's backs.

-"Damn you are punctual, I was just finishing some tasks but Y/N can do it for me, right sweetie?’’- Paul winked at her and she just nodded.

-‘’I'll go kiss Laura goodbye and grab some lunch for us, be right back."- Paul slapped his friend's arm and ran back home. Joel walked towards the stable entrance and looked around the farm, you could see it all from there, even the river in the horizon. It was a beautiful piece of land, even prettier under the summer sun. Joel always wanted to own a farm, it was his idea of an ideal life. She approached him slowly.

-"It's gorgeous right?''- She said, now beside him.

-"You are very lucky…''- He looked at her and she looked stunning, the breeze blowing her hair ever so slightly, the thin layer of sweat on her neck, her gorgeous lips, tired eyes looking so lovingly at her farm, her breast so soft under her white dress, it was an old dress and under that strong sun it turned a bit transparent, he swallowed dry and looked away, in a fraction of a second he thought of them as a couple, taking care of that farm and having kids, he felt like he would want her pregnant all the time, fuck, how amazing she would look pregnant in those summer dresses. He snapped out of it when he felt his dick twitch. "What the fuck Joel, you are older than her dad!" He cursed himself in his mind and cleaned his throat. His eyes found Paul and Laura in the distance, kissing passionately, he looked at Y/N with the intention of telling her goodbye but she was staring at her parents, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

-"I've never kissed anyone… Is it good?"- She asked looking up at him, he nearly choked on his saliva and looked away, unable to stare back at her after that. He watched as Paul walked towards them, he knew she was still looking at him, waiting for an answer.

-"It is… It's very good…"- His heart was pounding and his face was red hot.

-"I want to be kissed…"- She whispered to herself and looked forward again, he tensed up and there was that damn twitch again. "Holy shit!" he thought as he adjusted his pants.

-"What are you two talking about?"- Paul asked as he walked in between them, into the stable. She looked at Joel again, his eyes meeting hers finally and he parted his mouth a bit looking at her wanting lips.

-"Nothing dad, just small talk…" - She said looking at Joel’s lips for a moment before walking towards her dad to help him prepare his horse, he felt empty without her eyes on him, but forced himself to ignore those feelings and walked towards his horse a few steps away from the barn.

They left for the lake and Y/N finished the tasks alone, she did it all automatically, only realizing some hours had passed when the afternoon breeze creeped under her dress. After cleaning the pigsty she sat under a tree to rest, but resting wasn't easy. She was trying to think how it would feel to kiss Joel, she touched her lips and closed her eyes, wondering if it was a sin to feel the way she felt for him, she leaned back and thought how amazing it would be to be the lady in the book, didn’t she deserve an intense romance adventure? Didn’t she deserve Joel? She fell asleep as she revisited a paragraph of the book in her mind.

"He walked into her room as she was sleeping and sat next to her bed, he watched her turning and moaning in her sleep and sighed, angry. He couldn't take it anymore, every moment without his hands on her was a wasted one, every day without hearing her voice was a disrespect for the blessing of hearing, every night they didn't spend sharing breaths and gasps was a night forgotten.

He leaned forward and cupped her cheek, she looked so peaceful, what was she dreaming about? Was there a possibility that it was about him?

She put her hand on his and opened her eyes. -"What are you doing?"- she whispered. Before he could think of an answer he risked never seeing her again, risked being hated by her family and their mutual friends and leaned down for a kiss, she gasped but closer her eyes again, accepting him, his lips was everything she ever dreamt of, so soft compared to his rough beard, his male scent mixed with the leather from his jacket was inebriating, then finally his tongue, so hot and tasty, like it was made to dance with hers, his frustrated moans even while doing something he desired for so long showed her he wanted to do so much more, now that he tasted her his desire only grew, he needed her all the time, anywhere…"

She woke up with a short gasp and looked around, as she got up and walked to her house, she wondered how they were doing, had they caught any fish… Were they swimming? The thought alone made her turn towards the lake and smile, a naughty smile that turned into a giggle. She covered her mouth still giggling and walked towards her house to get rid of all that dirt and get ready for the movie night in a few hours.

#tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller

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Heyyy I really love your writing!!, I have a request and I don’t know if you do angst and if you don't that is okay! but if you do, can you do one that is like the song "the one that got away" by Katy Perry, angst but if you want you can switch it up at the end to fluff or something that would make the viewers happy because I know they would want a part two of you keep like just angst at the end, YOUR CHOICE, your writing.!!

Thank you so muchhh!!!!

Oh my god, first of all, THANK YOU for reading, this whole thing made me super happy and I had to write it as soon as I had a moment. I hope you like it and it will have a longer part 2 if people like it! I hope you didn't mind I used Sirius, if you want another character I'm more than happy to write another one. I took some liberties with the plot because fuck you Joanne, we support trans rights in this household.

That being said, as always this blog is +18 only and tw for abuse.

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY - SIRIUS BLACK X FEM! READER

Sirius and Y/N. Two peas in a pod all through life. Grew up together disliking both of their families views, only one could escape. She felt so relieved when she knew he was with the Potters, James wished she could save her too. It just wasn’t that easy.

The only daughter to a pureblood family, she was bound to get married, continue the family line and carry the legacy of the Dark Lord. She didn’t want that. She cherished her times at school because she knew, the second she graduated there would be a ring on her finger or a grave with her name.

Sirius and Y/N, who never said they loved each other but everyone knew. They knew from the way they looked at each other, from the sneaking together at night just to look at the stars and hope for the best. It was an unspoken thing, everybody knew it was beyond puppy love. She was even the reason Regulus and Sirius still spoke to each other, and both of them has the sneaky feeling that she’d be married off to the youngest Black.

Though she was not a Marauder she was part of the friend group. She proved to Lily she was not going to harm her and she matched in attitude and humour with Marlene. She was already chastised for being in Gryffindor, but she knew the friends she made were worth the screaming matches at home. And when Lily got pregnant at the end of their seventh year, she was made the godmother along Sirius with a second thought.

It was picture perfect until it wasn’t. She had a godson, great friends, a not so secret boyfriend, a bright future as a healer and her whole life ahead. Until she didn’t. As soon as she graduated she was engaged to another man, she had to scape to meet Harry and tell her friends what was going on and they had let her know she would fight with the Dark Lord either if she wanted to or not, yet they kept her and Regulus out of the meetings.

Sirius made it clear his freedom was before anything else, and you simply can’t ask an abuse kid who just got out to get back in. So she was alone. She knew, she knew about Peter, about Reg wanting to rebel. Everything, but she never got to tell. Sirius went to prison, leaving her confused. And when she got to scape it was too late. The only good thing about all of this was the fact that she got to keep in touch with Remus, she didn’t even get to take Harry with her.

“She will be here any minute now.” Remus frets as he prepares tea. The Order has just been reunited in Sirius’ old house and she has been recruited as a healer to help. She couldn’t say no.

“Who?” Asks a curious Ginny, who is more than eager to know what is going on in those meetings.

“Harry’s godmother.”

“My what now?”

“No one told him?” Asks Molly in a less than happy tone. “Harry darling, we thought you knew. She was Sirius… Uh-“

“Girl, she was Sirius’ girl.”

“Thank you, Remus. Her story is up to her to tell you about, but Dumbledore, he had his reasons I’m sure. She was still at risk.” Harry looks angrier, he can’t believe he could have been in a safer place before. “Sirius he-“

“He wasn’t ready to give up his freedom quite yet.” It’s a hard topic for Remus, they were his family after all. “She doesn’t resent him. She spent years waiting, Harry. For you, for him. She grieved your parents alone. And at some point it was clear to her she had to move on.”

“Did she?”

“I’m not sure. She has worked as a healer for years, she didn’t marry anyone else. She just learnt that life goes on and waits for no one. We still keep in contact, she will forever be my best friend. Even after everything that happened, we still have each other’s backs.”

“Does Sirius know?”

“I don’t think he does, no. This could either go really well, or really bad.”

“What could go bad?”

“Oh Merlin! Y/N!”

There she was. As Sirius would say, she aged like fine wine. She found comfort in Remus embrace, she always had, like a platonic soul sister. Seeing Harry again was a shock she wasn’t ready for. It was like seeing the ghost of her best friends in the form of a kid. She knew then and there that seeing Sirius was something she wasn’t sure she would recover from. She wanted to leave, but she couldn’t and it wasn’t until that after the meeting that Sirius dragged her out of the room and she couldn’t say no.

“My love…”

“Sirius I-“

“You look even more beautiful than I imagined.”

“I can’t do this right now.”

“I didn’t do it I swear.”

“I’ve know it was Peter this whole time, Siri. I’ve told anyone who would listen for years, but no one believed me. It’s not that-”

“Are you mad at me because I ran away?”

“Oh no. I could never resent you for escaping. We both know what happened behind closed door wasn’t easy for anyone and I’m glad you got out. And yeah, I sometimes wish I could have gotten out too. But you had a brother and I didn’t, Si. It was my destiny.”

“But you- you got out!”

“I- I don’t want to talk about those times anymore, please. I don’t want to be reminded of the pain again.”

“We can start a new life together, my darling. We can live here with Harry, hell maybe even Remus too. Make James and Lils proud. We can be a family again.”

“I don’t think I can, Si. It’s not that easy for me.”

“You moved on?”

“No. I could never. You were it for me, but this is all a bit much. How can I look at Harry without breaking down? Do I just stop my life now? What if we aren’t just made for each other?” She sobbed, “I’ve missed you to death, all of you. But I don’t know if I’m ready to live with ghosts of the past, Sirius. I don’t know if I want to risk losing a stable life that has been all I have ever fought for. There is a second war so close, and I don’t know if I am ready to go through everything all over again. I don’t want to lose you again.”

“Two month is all I ask for. One month with Harry and Remus, and when they leave for Hogwarts, the two of us. Please. I just got you back, I don’t want to lose you again.”

#siruis black x reader #sirius black angst #sirius black fluff #requested #the marauders #sirius black #sirius black x fem!reader #young sirius black #the marauders era #young sirius black fanfic #young sirius black x reader

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what were the biggest differences btwn the book + the movie and did you feel like there were parts the movie did better than the book + vice versa 😋

girl from the summer i turned pretty tiktok sound voice oh my gosh i love this question!!!!!! ok. obviously the MAJOR difference between the novel and the film are the like. tenses with which the story is presented. and by that i mean the book is very past tense and reflective where the movie is very present tense and focused on the ephemeral moment. which is SO AWESOME btw. literally genius choice for adapting. many are not brave enough to do such a thing but thank god luca guadagnino was of our world would look very different. could you imagine if that movie came out and we had to read all that discourse for a movie that was also BAD? like i’m always saying this but at least no matter what we can always look back on that horrible era for being online and think well at least the movie wasn’t bad. but it could have been Very Very bad. can i drop a horrible piece of trivia on you all. actually i don’t know if we’re ready for that nevermind. anyway we move on. so the initial idea for the film was to have a narrator and i cannot even express how glad i am they didn’t do that. i think it makes the performances so much better that they did it all without the crutch of narration. which is not to say narration is always bad but in a lot of book to movie adaptations it really is a crutch and it sucks a lot of the time and it would have sucked a lot here so i’m glad the movie took the approach it did. like. in a book you can get into the protagonist’s mind a bit easier than with a movie but i think the movie makes it easy by really grounding the story in the moment. it’s summer and the world is beautiful and people are hard to connect with and it’s scorching outside but water is suddenly the best thing you’ve ever tasted in your life!! it’s a good movie guys trust me i wouldn’t lie to you. and i don’t even like armie hammer (me and my 12 year long beef i will never let go of. i don’t even know what’s happened with the man recently i know there was some kind of Cancellation or whatever but i don’t even care. he was cancelled to ME already before his career ever even meant anything). who narrated the audiobook which i listened to btw. so we’re all aware of the direness of the situation and just how forgiving and saintly i am. he unfortunately did kinda slay the audiobook it must be said. as much as it pains me to say.

as for other differences. a huge one to me is that in the book when elio cums in that peach oliver literally eats it. the movie was LAME AS FUCK for only having him joke about eating it. literally make him put that thing in his mouth i’m not kidding. another one is how the movie did part three and four, essentially cutting a lot of it for the sake of keeping the story present which we already talked about. but also there was just a lot of crap that happened in those sections that was boring and i liked that the movie was just like yeah they went to rome <3 like real say less! and the goodbye scene in the movie was also muchhh better for the movie i feel… i understand why the book didn’t get into it, because it was meant to feel like they weren’t actually saying goodbye and felt they would in many ways always be with each other if only in memory or whatever. but i liked the finality of it in the movie being this whole Event and he has to call his mom to pick him up from the train station bringing you back down to the crushing reality that he’s still only 17 and despite getting to like play grown up for the summer with oliver he literally still has to go back to high school in a month and he’s sad and he wants to call his mom to take him home… like that was crazy stuff wowie… i love it when timothee chalamet cries in a car. you guys should watch hot summer nights. it’s a terrible movie <3 i digress.

ANOTHER change i wanna talk about is that frankly the movie never gave misogyny vibes to me with how it treated the women in the story. where the book. well i said this earlier but. i don’t think andré cared about any of those women he wrote. elio’s mother in the book is so nothing and i loved how the film made her more of an active participant in both her son’s life and her own marriage. like she’s not perfect and she was never the weirdly omniscient figure her husband is but she’s presented in the film as very loving and kind and real where the book i swear literally forgets she exists. and then there’s marzia, elio’s sort of girlfriend sort of friend. it’s complicated. it’s not like he ever cheated on her that would imply they had an exclusive relationship understanding that was literally never real. that being said her involvement in the book was like. purely sexual and it was odd. now. this is a book about sex in many ways that must be acknowledged like. elio is like. incredibly horny the entire time and he’s so fucking annoying about it and i love him dearly. but marzia is reduced to a Female Body in a way oliver is never quite reduced to a Male Body and it comes off strange. like oh my god elio we get it you’re bisexual shut UP people like you are why people are biphobic jesus christ. that was a joke but also so real. marzia’s involvement in the movie is a lot more like. she’s a person with her own inner life. which i love naturally because it literally makes a narrative more interesting and juicy when the side characters are also human beings. not all men understand this.

my FAVORITE change from book to movie however. the “is it better to speak or to die” scene…. here’s the rundown. there’s a book elio reads about a princess and a knight who are friends but also in love, and she asks him “is it better to speak or to die?” wondering if he would rather die in peace and honor before getting to experience the love story they could share, or speak the truth and face consequences but finally have it known that he loves her and maybe get to experience even a brief moment of being truly known and loved. you guys all get it. you must submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known to get the rewards of being loved!! anyway so elio reads this book and then talks about it with oliver as a subtle reference to what’s between them as friends with the potential to be more. this is like an act one scene btw i should have clarified that earlier but you understand. anyway in the book it’s just that elio reads this book and tells oliver about it and then they spend the day together inching towards Talking About The Implications before they finally get into it. in the movie the book is read TO elio by his mother, which functionally changes nothing about the plot but EYE like way more because we get elio saying to her “i’d never have the courage to ask such a question” and then we cut to him trying to ask it but skirting around it and using the pretense of just making conversation about a book… also i think the movie’s way of doing that whole deal goes harder because we actually get to see oliver react to it. where the book is very elio focused the movie can have a lingering shot on oliver’s face as he reacts to what elio says from ten feet behind him… it’s my favorite part in the movie genuinely but it was kinda lame in the book… if it had been shot in a way that lent itself to the timeless video it would have been in the timeless video but alas :( like that scene is the whole reason they made it into the timeless video for real…. like IS it better to speak or to die!!??? let’s get into it!!!

something i liked about the book though that’s not in the movie is the inclusion of this character who’s like a little girl that lives near them. and she has like cancer or some horrible illness sorry to her i do not remember but she was friends with oliver, and frankly it made him in the beginning so much easier to forgive for the way he acts there. to be fair this was intentional she’s literally written to personify his redeeming qualities in the midst of elio’s hatred in the earlier stages. where the movie didn’t need her because film has the ability to show things a book can’t. but i liked having her hanging around :) her bailey the sisterhood of the traveling pants realness!

i probably have more to say but these are the big things i’m thinking of right now and this is already so long wow. i literally TOLD y’all i was gonna have boatloads of shit to talk about !!!

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