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vilsoo · 18 days
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VERAAAAAAAAA HOW ARE YOUUU 🥹🤍
VEGASSSSSSSS 😭🩷 IMYSM OMG IM DOING GREAT 😋🙏🏽 i just celebrated my 22nd birthday not that long ago 🥺 how are you doing ???
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hyper-vent · 1 year
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He's staring into your soul
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apricotheart · 2 years
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༓ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 ༓
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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴.  Anzu often opts for fruity scented lotions and body oils with floral undertones. Notes of apple blossom, raspberry, green tea and freesia with subtle hints of vanilla or honeysuckle. Overall, a youthful, flirty scent.
𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿. On her side, usually with her legs stretched out rather than curled into a fetal position. In the summer, Anzu usually wears shorts and tank tops to bed, and switches to leggings and oversized tee shirts in Winter. She doesn’t own much lingerie, and the little she does own is very pricy and high quality due to her larger bust size. She rarely sleeps in it though.
𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈. It depends on where she’s going; but since moving to New York, Anzu spends most of her time in rehearsal classes which means she only takes about 20-30 minutes to get ready, sometimes a little longer if she chooses to shower in the morning rather than the night before. Since she doesn’t wear makeup to rehearsals, this also cuts down her time. Any other occasion, she can take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour to get ready. Despite not appearing to be particularly fussy, she takes great pains to take care of her appearance and allocates time for a morning facial routine at least three times a week, and a facial routine every night to keep her skin clear and glowing.
𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈. Anything with a good beat she can dance to! Mostly pop and Top 40 radio, but she also can appreciate classical and meditation music when she needs to wind down.
𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃. Accessories, particularly if they feature peacock feathers. She’s very fond of jewelry, be it bracelets, arm circlets, anklets, rings, earrings, etc and typically prefers gold over silver.
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tagged by :   stolen from @honoosenshi tagging :   @aoiinome @shacchou @florafate @loetise @luckbased​ + anyone else who wants to do this!
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ateezbiased · 2 years
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i have procrastinated on this project for so long and now it's due tomorrow... rip me
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cpressmn · 1 year
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i’m about to start gatekeeping interacting with fic authors from a lot of y’all. u need to learn how to behave
“i need more” “pls continue this” “when are you posting the next bit” why don’t you try showing some proper appreciation for what’s already written before you go demanding more!!!
​a lot of time and energy goes into each piece of writing and it is incredibly disappointing for the primary feedback to be “give me more!” if you’re trying to motivate authors to continue, this kind of response has the opposite effect.
you know what is motivating? specific praise.
let me break it down for you.
How To Leave A Comment Without (Unintentionally) Sounding Like A Pri- [GUNSHOT]
point out a few specific things you liked about the fic and why. how it made you feel.
highlight a line or two or three that stuck out to you.
if it’s an incomplete work, express excitement at seeing where they’re going — without a demand for more.
it’s quite simple, and it doesn’t even have to be a long thing. this can be done in a hundred words or less.
and yeah, it takes effort. takes a bit of time. but fandom is about mutual support. it’s about community.
fic authors are not celebrities who don’t even see your attempts to get their attention. there is a real person on the other side of that screen living a real life, and if you want to encourage them in their craft and properly motivate them to write, try treating them like a fucking human being.
authors put in hours to create content (that only ends up not being truly appreciated). i think you can spare a few minutes to leave a detailed, thoughtful comment in turn.
idk just a semi-friendly reminder that authors don’t owe you shit actually
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maxidentscene · 2 years
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you fall asleep on him
⚘ genre. fluff
⚘ members. ot8
⚘ warnings. I didn’t proofread pls forgive me lmfao
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chan wishes he could stay like this with you forever, but he’s a busy man
You had fallen asleep on his lap, per usual. It was always a hit or miss with you, he took chances every time he let you rest in his lap while he worked, enjoying the feeling of your arms wrapped around his neck but he could never complain
In his ideal world, Chan would hold you like this every night, feel the way your breathing slows to a steady rhythm as you drift off farther and farther. It was one of his favorite things in the universe yet he could rarely actually experience it since he’s constantly running around
He cherishes the few minutes that he can spare whenever you do this, wrapping his arms around your frame and resting his head on top of yours. Someday he’ll get to the point where he can stay as long as he wants, but for right now he’ll use that desire as motivation to work and earn that luxury
But unfortunately, for right now at least, duty calls and he has a few tracks to work on. He can’t really do that well with you on him, so he basks in your body heat a few seconds longer before pushing his chair away from the desk
“Sorry about this, pretty,” he breathes into your ear as he hoists you up, laying you down on the couch in the studio and slipping on some headphones to protect your ears from any sudden sounds that may come up while he’s working
lee know gives the biggest glare to anyone who breathes too loud around you
As soon as Minho notices that you’re softly snoring against his neck, it’s like flames appear around him. He goes into attack mode, keeping himself still and rubbing circles into the skin of your side while scanning the room for any threats
For a while, he can remain calm and confident that no one can disturb your sleep since most of the members were out doing their own things. As soon as he heard the door click open, his eyes narrowed, quick to look for the source of the noise because he just knew they’d be loud to announce their presence no matter who it was
“Shut the fuck up,” he uttered quietly but loud enough for Jeongin to hear as the younger appeared in front of the sofa, smirking down at the two of you cuddled up like a bunch of lovebirds. “Not a word.”
Putting his hands up in defense, he backs off because the killer look in Minho’s eyes is a little too intense to mess with. He minds his own business, putting his stuff away and heading to the bedroom to leave you two at peace
This occurred again and again as more members came piling in, your boyfriend spitting empty threats when he’d hear someone kick off their shoes or slam the fridge shut harder than necessary. He’s your protector to put it simply
changbin takes pictures in every angle he can muster
The moment he realizes that you’re snoozing away on his lap, Changbin restrains himself from jumping up with glee. He’s dreamed about cute, small moments like this with you where you finally felt safe enough to be so vulnerable with him
You look too adorable, cheek slumped against his leg, arm hanging off of the couch. He made sure the flash and sound were off before snapping photos of you from the left, the right, the front. Anything to catch your peaceful face
After calming down and putting the phone to the side, he soaked up the sentimental moment, a loving smile spread across his face while he massaged the back of your neck. It made him feel a sense of pride to know that you trusted him enough to do something like this, even if it wasn’t that big of a deal
Naturally, he does everything in his power to make you as comfortable as possible during your little nap. A blanket is thrown across your figure, a pillow is placed on his lap underneath your head and the tv was turned down to avoid loud noises. “What a little baby,” he cooed down at you
He loved it though. Scrolling through the pictures was the best part of the experience, picking the best one to make his lock screen and refusing to delete any of them despite the fact that there were around a hundred taken
hyunjin doesn’t even notice that you’re asleep until you don’t respond to him
In his defense, the movie that the two of you were watching was really good. His reactions had been over the top, so heavily captivated by the storyline that he hadn’t noticed how still you were
Your weight against his shoulder was something that he got used to fast, he was free space for you to lounge around on, more than happy to accommodate you in his hold. Honestly, he just figured that you were ignoring his ooh’s and ah’s. “That’s something you would do,” he laughed at the screen, turning his head to see your reaction only to be met with your closed eyelids
He froze then and there, studying your form and wondering if he should stay like this or move so that your neck didn’t hurt when you woke up from the weird angle
Ultimately, he would’ve felt like a criminal if he had let you sleep so uncomfortably. You waking up to a sore neck all because he decided not to help fix your position would probably fill him with years of guilt. Yes, it was that serious
So, slowly but surely, he laid you on your back across the couch and propped your head up with a pillow. Throwing a blanket over you and kissing your forehead, he eagerly hit play and got back to the movie
han falls asleep with you
The both of you, just like everyone else in the shared space, were so tired from your recent travels that you couldn’t fight sleep any longer. Han had sprawled out on his bed as soon as he entered his room, stomach sinking into the mattress and head shoved under the pillow
You stared down at your exhausted boyfriend with love in your eyes. “That flight was intense,” you yawned, to which he yawned back almost immediately
“I could probably sleep for 2 years straight,” his muffled voice made you laugh in response, watching as his body visibly relaxed. You debated getting changed into different clothes, but truthfully your eyelids were getting heavier the longer you stood in front of the bed
You followed suit, laying on top of him and snuggling into his side. Wordlessly, the two of you fell into the deepest sleep that you’ve had all week. It was a sweet sight and all of the guys witnessed it, Chan being the snitch and telling the whole house to come and look at the two of you
The boys all gathered by the doorframe, impressed that Jisung could just sleep soundly despite his partner being right on top of him. Of course, they took their own equal rounds of photos and videos for later blackmail usage but they decided against being total dicks, quick to clear the room and let you get the rest you clearly needed
felix has experience, he’s used to being used as human melatonin
Talking to Felix was so easy. He made it easy to come to when you felt stressed, sad, angry because he was good at empathizing while also searching for small ways to resolve your problem. This time around, you complained about sleep
Hearing that you hadn’t slept well the past few days put a frown on his face, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. Although he wished that you told him sooner, the need and urge to help soothe you and get you to sleep took over and before you knew it, you were draped in fuzzy blankets
“I help the members sleep all the time,” he kissed the spot under your ear, pulling you close enough to smother you in the warmth of his chest. The soft sound of his heartbeat relaxed your racing mind, his fingers coming up to your back and scratching lightly. “I guess I’m so boring that it puts people to sleep.”
You snicker with him, lightly slapping his arm. “You could never be boring,” Felix smiles down at you. He loves when you say pretty words like this. “You’re just comfy, you know? Sweet and kind and warm. Like a teddy bear.”
He also happens to love your tired rambling, quick to shush you and lull you to sleep so you can stop keeping yourself awake. Once he realizes that you’ve become a bit limp in his arms, he sighs in content before dozing off himself
seungmin does not let you nap in peace
Ruthless teasing is just in Seungmin’s nature, he jumps at every opportunity that is handed to him. This one is no different, you’re fast asleep against his arm and he just isn’t having it. Maybe it was rude and he should let you sleep, but you promised that you’d watch the baseball game with him so really, this is on you
He starts by tickling the area behind your neck gently with his fingers, retracting as soon as you squirmed in your sleep, careful not to get caught. Doing it again only bit him in the ass as you shot a glare up at him, wrapping your arms tighter around him. “Stop messing with me.”
“You said you’d watch this with me,” he whispered down at you, swiping his thumb against your cheekbone gently before tugging at the skin. You whined out and decided to just move altogether, throwing yourself onto the other side of the bed away from him
Your efforts failed as he followed you over, snaking his arms around you and pressing you flush against him. “You promised!” He protested, ticking your sides and watching in satisfaction as you thrashed around in his arms, desperate to just get away from him
Annoying you was his favorite thing to do but he also knew his limits, soon retracting his hands before patting your head and pulling the comforter over you. The match didn’t matter as much as he made it seem, anyway
jeongin remains unbothered and allows you to attach to him like a koala
The bed dipped near his legs as you settled yourself down on the bed, laying your head on the back of Innie’s thigh as he laid on his stomach, his fingers moving all over his phone as he played a mobile game
It wasn’t surprising to feel you wrap your limbs around his leg, you always became such a needy baby when you were tired and he was sure to remind you every single time. “That’s your spot of choice this time?” You can hear the smile in his voice as he taps away on his game
“Mhm,” your answer was mumbled, teeth digging into his jeans ever so slightly to make him jump, eliciting a laugh from the back of your throat at his reflex. “Gonna sleep for a bit. Don’t kick me off.”
He would never. You were secretly the cutest thing in the world to him, he relished the feeling of your body heat against his as you curled up into him. He loved the way you latched to him as soon as you felt a little sleepy, it was endearing
“I’ll try not to,” he reaches down to find your hand, squeezing it gently once its in his own before bringing it back up to where he had it originally. He was your safe place and you were more than happy to let his warmth send you to sleep
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oh-saints · 1 year
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bowling
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what were the odds of the one and only sir lewis hamilton sparing you some time for a mini lesson on mercedes' annual bowling session in japan?
lewis hamilton x merc-crew!OC
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note: blurbs because that particular gif above still sent me UGHHH istg pls sir i just wanna finish GR's part 2 and the mason story i have in mind :(
“who hasn’t had any turns?”
susie wolff was still beaming as she scanned the bowling alley the team had reserved beforehand for the mercedes-amg petronas f1 team’s annual bowling session. the matron—god bless the woman—was visibly trying hard to involve everyone and making sure everyone’s involved, not leaving everyone behind. at the end of the day, the bowling session was an initiative to bring the mobile crew members closer as well as an outlet to let out their stress after going through halfway around the world for a full season of racing.
“you!” susie wolff pointed at the girl at the far back, just as the girl intended to until susie discovered her wishing the earth to swallow her whole so she didn’t have to participate the sport. “how dare you try to slip away from my sight! aletta, you’re next!”
“no, no, no, no, no,” aletta shook her head ferociously she could feel her head going dizzy from the violent shake. “please, no. not me.”
“why not?” george—god, the mischief george—discreetly challenged her to give the rest of the crew a good reason as to why she had to be excluded. she knew because, even without many explicit words being said, george liked to rouse an emotion from her. for god knows what. “are you scared to lose?”
“no!” at george’s raised brow, aletta pursed her lips to give herself a moment to think how to answer george. as much as she enjoyed their bickering, aletta didn’t want to fuel any fire george might be lighting up soon. “it’s not that.”
everyone was expectant of her, of her answer, because everyone had bowled their turns.
except for sir lewis hamilton.
which made everyone realise they were short of one person playing, when the team had registered an even number of people to play today.
fuck it. lewis was brilliant at this—the entire bowling session was sparked by his motive to introduce the crew to one of his favorite sports—and there was no way she could cover her disastrous skills and experience. she didn’t see any choice but to heed to george’s next question.
“then what is it?”
“i can’t bowl for life, okay, george?” aletta let out a heavy huff from her nose. “happy now?”
“then at least try,” susie came down to aletta’s seat before clutching aletta’s hands in hers. “please? for me?”
who was she to deny THE susie wolff, anyway? if she did, she might upset susie, which would upset toto. and upset toto wasn’t the easiest hulk to put down to sleep. god help us all when his emotions were spiked.
“okay,” aletta gave in, pursing her lips hesitantly. “but please teach me how.”
“oh, lewis can teach you!” susie jumped up from the seat beside her and dashed for lewis’ attention. “lewis, will you please give aletta the basics of bowling?”
lewis’ signature light-weighted voice resonated well like it was music to aletta’s ears. “you’ve never played?”
aletta stepped forward timidly, every step she took signalled she was succumbing to the embarrassment of being defeated by susie wolff and her eyes blinking rapidly—a sign she was utterly nervous; not just because she was to humiliate herself in front of hundreds of people, but she was about to step up to sir lewis hamilton. as the new junior social media officer, she was usually attached to george russell instead of handing the meticulous and particular job for the senior driver.
“no…?” aletta instinctively reached for a ball—my days, that is flipping heavy!—to the nerves threatening to spill all over the floor. gross, that would’ve been a whole new level of humiliation. “is that so hard to believe?”
aletta wished lewis wouldn’t catch on how she was struggling to hold the ball but the light vibrations under her feet told her the otherwise.
“nope, wrong ball,” lewis grabbed the shiny object from her hands and put it back where it belonged. “where do you hangout with your friends then?”
“you don’t want the answer to that.”
lewis, for unbeknownst reason to aletta, laughed at her submission before turning around to give her another bowling ball. “try me. but is that still too heavy for you?”
aletta’s eyes widened as she weighed down the ball. she didn’t know there were different types of this thing. “this one’s perfect, thank you.”
lewis nodded in acknowledgement. “you’re holding it wrong but answer me first then we’ll start the basic.”
the younger woman was surprised that the sir lewis hamilton was willing to hear how she lamely spent her time. “we read books together and have a discussion about it.”
“okay, look at how i hold the bowling ball. make sure it’s these three fingers that you put inside those three holes because you’ll hurt your fingers if you don’t,” lewis went ahead to demonstrate it for her before he put it down and corrected the digits she placed in those little, ugly black holes. “ah, yes, i heard your book community.”
“you did?!”
thank god lewis was still holding the hand she placed on the bottom side of the ball, stabilising her as his words sent every fibre of her being out of this world. god knows what’d happen if she dropped the heavy object right to his feet—oh the thought she could’ve jeopardized his next race header raised hairs all over her body.
aletta, in fact, built a strong online community centred to feel woman empowered from books they read. every week she would determine which book to be read to be discussed on the next community discussion. the fantastic engagement on the social media she created for the community was one of the reasons why mercedes hired her in the first place.
but she had no idea—none, nada—that there was a famous figure watching over her account, especially as famous as lewis hamilton. not even george, whom she had been working together from the beginning of this season, knew about the existence of her digital persona.
the shock even alternated her mind from the fact that lewis hamilton was holding her hands. in other circumstances, aletta would’ve gagged at this whole “the prince and the pauper” scene.
“yes, i think it’s impressive how you can unite people through books,” lewis pushed her towards the alley when he was done showing her how to hold the ball. aletta guessed lewis would’ve shaken his head at how ridiculous she was—how could one not know bowling? “you can even make them feel empowered from the characters a fiction book creates. what you do is amazing, is that so hard to believe?”
“it’s more of i can’t believe you’ve heard of the community,” aletta took a shaky breath as lewis corrected her posture this time, to stand a bit straighter. “no one here knows about them except my manager and the hiring team.”
“you really should tell me how you go incognito like that when in reality you have almost half a million followers,” lewis laughed under his breath, probably at his own irony. “now, you’re ready to bowl?”
“never.”
and there was the carefree laugh—the one people always said it sounded like a grandpa wheezing—but to her it was rainbow coming to life. at that moment, aletta got reminded of her sister’s answer to her question of “when do you know you like him?”. the other woman smiled dreamily as she answered, “when you just want to make him laugh all the time.”
“here, watch me.”
it turned out lewis hamilton truly graced the pedestal to teach her how to bowl properly. heck, lewis hamilton went galactic and beyond to lift her from the brink of embarrassing herself further. he went step by step to make sure she got the right posture to get a strike.
susie was the one to call it off the mini tutoring session between lewis and aletta as soon as the matron realised aletta now possessed enough of skills to bowl her first ball without rolling it to the gutter. lewis pushed the small part of her back gently before aletta took her bowling stance—three steps from the line, just as lewis instructed—for the first time ever in her short span of life. but as soon as she let go of the ball, aletta didn’t have the heart to see how many pins she managed to knock out. she didn’t want to get her hopes high after being taught by lewis, only to find george laughing at her result.
but simultaneous cheers she got instead. then the machine voice boomed. strike!
aletta had never turned around so fast in her entire life that it made her head spinning in dizziness. she saw that the machine didn’t lie and that she had, indeed, violently put down the entire set of aligned pins. she could feel her jaw slacking before she realised what she was doing.
on the background, lewis was definitely laughing at her reaction but clapping nonetheless. “you sure this is your first time? you’ve got it in you!”
aletta shook her head. “no way i did that.”
“yes way, missy,” lewis stepped up with his own bowling ball before rolling the shiny object on his own lane. “this is going to be a fun game with you. now it’s your turn again.”
lewis recognise aletta was about to dash for her life so he got a hold of her wrist to stop her from going anywhere. aletta groaned at how fast lewis moved to retaliate her initiation. “can somebody take my place instead?”
“why?”
“because i suck at it, i can feel it!”
“you just hit a strike, who does that on her first ever attempt to bowl?”
“it’s called beginner’s luck, lewis,” aletta rolled her eyes, half with the intention to forget the feeling of lewis’ hands lost from her skin. “we all have that.”
“alright, ms. partypooper,” lewis rolled the sleeves of his black customised sweater and may god forgive aletta for ogling at the sight. “tell you what. if you roll the dice once more and you fail to hit another strike, you can have me do whatever content you’re planning for the next race week.”
her senior social media officer—the one who was responsible for lewis’ appearances on all of mercedes-amg petronas f1 team’s social media—and their direct social media manager jumped elatedly at lewis’ offer in exchange of the challenge. they immediate shouted you can do this! to aletta, even though they were metres away from where aletta and lewis stood. aletta couldn’t even hide the fact that she was tempted at the prize waiting for her at the end of the line because everyone knows lewis didn’t do any more social media stuffs to gain engagement, interactions, or anything that could possibly land him another sponsorship.
(oh to be legends, aletta sighed.)
“you’re being serious?”
lewis raised his eyebrows, giving her what the fuck look. “do i look like i’m joking?”
“nooooooot really… but what’s in it for you?”
lewis only answered her question by handing her another ball fitted for her size as he said, “one way to find out, no?”
aletta could simply lose by not performing well and got the content we all had been waiting for. the thing was, lewis taught her too well for a first-timer that aletta didn’t know how to downgrade the skill she had gained from the world class athlete. she couldn’t even pretend she didn’t know how to bowl anymore, her acting prowess would put pornstars on any podium.
hence, another strike.
this time, aletta didn’t have any time to turn around and avoid digesting reality. everything happened to fast as she focused on not slipping after she threw the ball on the alley that when she stood up, the pins had all already been on the floor, colliding against each other. she gasped at the incredible sight, remained rooted to the ground while the machine swept away the pins clear because fucking hell. aletta didn’t have any athletic bone and now she striked twice?
“told you you’re a natural,”
hairs stood up once more at lewis’ voice came up behind her, gentle as usual but a hint of something more laced behind it. like she should be scared of it. like she should be scared of lewis, for the first time in forever. like she should be scared of what would happen with their dynamics. but may god forgive her for her disinterest to succumb to the fear and wanting to find out what’s in the bag for them. like she just wanted to scream fuck you! to the world and listen to the devil for once.
the pause was killing her because she knew—god did she know—lewis still stood behind her. his breath tickled the back of her ear the only way he knew how, the only way her body alighted at the subtle touch. she wished he’d get this done and over it because my days, aletta couldn’t stand the pregnant tension between them. she was so afraid if she breathed, it’d scatter the bubble and ruin the life of her and she had to walk down the walk of shame.
but maybe aletta should’ve listened to what her mother says. pray in detail; how would God know what you want? aletta had to remind herself to exhale the breath that was caught in her throat, now panting as a result, because bloody hell did she not expect the seam of lewis’ lips grazed down the shell of her ear so featherily she would think she was dreaming if it wasn’t for the next string of words.
“seems like i get to take you for a dinner sometimes. after all, you still owe me the tricks to go incognito.”
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papermatisse · 6 months
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Deadend || Y.JH
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† genre: horror
† word count: 1.5k
† warnings: heavily insinuated murder (not explicitly shown), labyrinth, persistent predator/hunt, fear
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† synopsis: he seemed nice, but then again, you should never judge a book by its cover.
† (a/n): my brother actually instilled this fear into me and I just thought the concept of it was pretty interesting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also now we've caught up w all of my prewritten stuff so now comes the ✨delayed writing✨ pls bear w me 🙏
† taglist: @scuzmunkie @hipsdofangirl @hydroyaksha (I forgot to tag you guys last time lol my bad)
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The sound of her feet stamping against wet concrete filled the humid atmosphere around her. Deep and violent puffs of air expelled from her lungs as she barreled down yet another alleyway. The labyrinth-like layout of the city had proven itself nothing short of confounding, though it seemed that facet alone was the sole reason she was even still alive. Still able to outrun the man hunting her.
He had been seated at the bar as she danced along with her friends. As subtle as her friend could notify her, she was informed of a man who had been watching her for quite some time. Upon first impression, Jeonghan seemed to be the definition of charming. Handsome features with polite mannerisms, attention solely on her as they spent the next few hours of their night together. Luring her into his car was a significantly easy task, as she would have perhaps gone anywhere he went off to at this point.
Things had gone awry the further along their journey they got. Jeonghan's answers grew more and more blunt, and the momentary glances he spared her way as he drove were reduced to nothing. By the time she realized something was amiss, he had parked on the side of an abandoned road in a part of the city she had never seen before.
Before she could ask where they were, he was opening his center console rummaging for something as she watched in mystified, confused terror. His hand retracted from the unit to reveal a large butcher knife, glinting in the spare moonlight washing into the vehicle. That charming smirk that had swept her away all night long suddenly shifted with her burden of knowledge, now twisted menacingly with this sickening, psychotic undertone that had (y/n) near gasping.
"Run."
Those were his last instructions before she had all but bolted out of the vehicle in a full on sprint. She didn't know for how long she ran, but she knew he was somewhere behind her. Somewhere close. Somewhere hunting her in such a disregarding and relaxed manner. Taking his sweet time in pursuing her, preserving his energy for the final kill.
By the time she realized she was very nearly trapped in this sector of the city, she understood his motives quite well through the haze of panic muddling her mind. He wouldn't exert anything beyond his capabilities. He wouldn't reduce himself to chasing after her with the same determined vigor she retained. He didn't need to. As if it was a certainty that he'd eventually catch her at the end of the night, no matter how far she ran.
The thought alone terrorized (y/n)'s already frightened mind, though she continued to stumble through the barren streets with a determination she hadn't thought she possessed in the first. She was greeted by not a living soul, a truly desolate concrete jungle, its only purpose seemingly to be the playground of the crazed maniac looming within its shadows. The residual humming sounds of the amber lit lampposts lighting her way through the maze of dilapidated infrastructure served as the only source of feedback in an otherwise deadly silent environment, accompanied by her own ragged breaths that made her cringe with every huff. Any noise from her could be her last. A beacon to Jeonghan guiding him directly to her.
Bolting down yet another alleyway, a sudden guttural gasp was ripped out of her throat when she was met with the unfortunate sight of a brick wall, looming above her as this impenetrable barrier to her path. A dead end. Shaky hands pressed upon the fortress, seeking out any compromised brick she could use to her advantage. Whether to dismantle the structure as a whole, or use it to climb over its daunting height. A momentary scan of the area in search of any tools she could utilize had her heart dropping to her stomach. The alleyway was as desolate as the rest of the city. Like this place swallows anything which enters its grasp, and eventually will have her, too.
She went to turn around dejectedly with her only solution being retracting her steps, but she froze as her eyes landed upon the other end of the alley. A cold sweat dabbled across her skin, heightening the sensation of the chill now running down her spine. Her body trembled with unabashed fear, and her once frenzied mind suddenly went blank as she stared helplessly at the dark silhouette staring back at her.
Jeonghan stood impassively at the entry, the orange glow of the lampposts dispersing against his back and casting him in an ominous shadowed ambience, like he absorbed every ounce of light which dared to touch him; like death himself, he was brandished with the darkness of night. His features, once undoubtedly handsome to her though now warped into an imposing and deviant facade, were momentarily shrouded to her in the perspective he stood in. Though the one defining trait she could identify in all of his ambiguity was that of the knife gripped securely in his hand, glistening in the light and reflecting back to her her impending doom.
His head quirked to the side as (y/n) stood there motionless.
"You didn't get as far as I thought you would." His voice easily carried to her in the still silence of the night, however low he opted to convey his message, yet still causing her to all but tremble at his foreboding presence. "Quite disappointing."
"Please," (y/n) found herself muttering back, voice weak, words indecipherable through the rapid inhales she now took. "Please don't do this. Please."
He began walking towards her at a steady pace, and the sight of him approaching brought (y/n) into hysterics. Pleas growing louder and more desperate, knees buckling until she had collapsed on the floor, left only to crawl away desperately from the domineering figure heading her way.
When her back met the roughness of the brick wall, her fingers had clawed at the masonry, hoping for any weakness in its stature she may have missed upon first scan—anything that would guarantee her freedom and give her a chance in fleeing from the man drawing ever so closer.
Though her prayers fell upon deaf ears as she felt his hot hand grasp her face, cheeks squeeze together in his hand as he yanked (y/n) his way.
His gaze bore into her own. Dark, sinister eyes, heartless as they stared at her, uncaring in a way one would look at a pest. The lack of emotions crossing his face, the near impossible feat of deciphering what his motives and feelings truly were, had been the cause for her onslaught of tears to finally take place.
"Why are you doing this?" It was the only thing she could think to say. Limbs aching from running, muscles burning as the adrenaline which had once coursed through her veins finally dissipated, leaving her nothing more than a debilitated state of what once was.
He was silent for a moment more, just staring like he was studying her. Observing what she had been reduced to throughout the night's events. And then he smiled. A purely vindictive grin filled with malice, contorting his handsome face into a nightmarish sight. Perhaps the last thing she'll ever get to see in this lifetime.
"Because I love it." He responded, as if answering a simple everyday question. "Your fear. Your desperation. Holding the very essence of life itself in my palms. Your life. Don't you see it?"
His grip around her face grew tighter, drawing her closer to him.
"That primal beauty of struggling for survival? The raw, unbridled terror as you run for your life? Thinking you have a chance if you just run fast enough, but you don't. You never did."
(y/n) whimpered as the pressure began to grow painful, his fingers digging into her sore jaw.
"The illusion of safety being a viable option, but it wasn't. I never gave you that choice. I hold the fate of your life in my hands. And I love it."
He let go of her and she all but scrambled to the furthest corner of the alley she could manage, pressed as tightly against the wall as she could be. Jeonghan followed after, crawling her way until he was face to face again, though this time with his arms caging her in her position.
"I hold the power to end your life. The moment I looked at you, I gained full control over it all. I am the harbinger to your inevitability."
The cold tip of his knife glided across her face, and his eyes trailed after, his smile growing wider by the second.
"Please." A final attempt at sparing her life. But at this, he began chuckling.
"I let you go now, I'll just follow you all over again. No matter where you run, no matter how far you get from me, I'll eventually make my way there. I'll eventually catch you. You can't escape from me no matter how much you try. No matter how much you beg." Pressing the tip of his knife into her body, arm retracted enough for the final plunge, he pressed his mouth against her ear, breathing in her scent as she wept with reckless abandon.
"I will always be the one to end you."
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lxmine · 1 year
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I really liked your itto hc, can I request one more?
We know how well he's clothed in the game so the reader can't help but keep staring at his chest and eventually reaching out to touch it. They feel him up a little before realising what they're doing and promptly remove their hand. I'd really like to know how you think he would react.
Thank you for indulging our requests and working so hard on them.💪
❝i know i shouldn’t but….❞ + itto, capitano, dottore x gn!reader
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+. Crackfic kinda?, big honkers, slight suggestive,, lower cased letters
+. Summary : them reacting to you wanting to touch/touching their broad chest :p
+. A/N THIS OMG T-T im surprised but HELL YES HEBEIDBEJDBI i added capitano and dottore bcuz why not >:) and im having writers block rn and i tried my best to post pls forgive me for this ugly ass writing T-T AND IM SORRY BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY AT CAPITANO’S
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it’s raining pretty heavily outside, and you’re laying in bed with your beloved oni who’s rambling about this and that.
he’s half bare, it’s cold yet he doesn’t really mind. he looks and observes you as he talked.
a grin then creeps up to his face seeing that you’re looking at his chest and your hand that was resting on his waist was now on his chest feelings him up.
“sigh, my chest is that distracting huh?” realizing what he meant and said, you quickly took your hands off him and covered your face with the blanket.
“shush! you just looked comfy is all.” he chuckles and scoots closer to embrace you, you’ve hugged him many times before but you’ll always find his chest so damn comfortable.
“don’t get shy on me now, i know how much you love to cuddle onto me.” he pulls the blanket down to pamper you with kisses. “go on, i’ll be your personal pillow for the rest of your life baby.” he smirks pulling you even more closer to him.
“stop that, you’re embarrassing me!” you chuckled burying your face into his chest while he laughed and caressed your hair at the same time. “let’s just take a nap.”
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capitano
he’s working on his piled up desk while you sat beside him doing some of his easy paper work he forced you to because he doesn’t want you to annoy him while he worked
you were getting hella bored, his office have nothing interesting in them so you just stared at the masked man who is too focused to even spare a glance at you.
“did i allow you to stop?” he sighs as he continued to sign papers, you only responded with a grumble and stood up to grab a treat. “do you maybe want coffee?”
he humms in response and so you quickly went out to take some.
coming back with a lollipop in mouth and hot coffee in hand. you noticed his coat is now off and is lying on his couch near his desk.
skipping over to him “careful, don’t want you spilling that thing on you.” he says still not averting his eyes from his papers not like you can see his eyes but you get what i mean
“damn, i wouldn’t mind working with you if you looked like that everyday.” you said sarcastically, taking your seat beside him and placing his coffee next to him and he only scoffed.
he then took his mask off while you admired him as he took a sip of his coffee. he looked so……….. so hot. the outline of his chest is visible through his black turtle neck and his stern expression draw you into him more
“get to work, thought you wanted to eat dinner out tonight. help me finish these, faster.” he ordered giving you a small glare. a small blush creeping up to your face while you looked up to him and his chest
“w-well if you want me to work for hours, i need motivation you know…!” you said crassly teasing him, but he didn’t look to happy about that (when did he ever?)
“if you wish to touch my chest then you must finish at least a dozen of these, do we have a deal?” he offers, grabbing your pen to start writing
“yes, sir!”
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dottore
“nah, how the hell is that even gonna work?”, “you seriously think that’s gonna work?”, “i just know that’s not gonna work.” and more of your annoying comments about the ruin he’s experimenting on repeated.
you love annoying the living shit out of him just so he could do what you want so you wouldn’t annoy him. he groaned glaring at you, who is sitting at his couch.
“zandik.” you called and received no response, only the sound of grinding metals are heard.
“zandik..” “…” “zandik!” “…” “zandik, zandik, dottore, dott-“ “IN THE NAME OF THE TSARITSA, WHAT IS IT!?”
“it’s warm, can you take your coat off already?” you said standing up from the couch to grab some candies from your candy jar that he kept in his lab for you they’re totally not poisoned or filled with some weird medicine
he gave you a look before rolling his eyes and taking his coat off along with his mask. “if you wanted to see my chest, you could’ve just asked, you insolent brat.” he then throws his coat at you and genstures you to come closer to him. “now would you be so kind and tie my hair for me, love?” he smirks and kisses your cheeks. “sure, sure! as long as you’re gonna come home with me tonight so we can cuddle.” you winked.
he sighed, he rarely comes home because of his piled work and experiments but he guesses he can make exceptions for you.
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was twirling my hair and swinging my feet while writing this LMAO and i just turned 15 back in october 30th yay!!! anyway, here ya go. i apologize for not posting in so long i ws busy grinding my ass off for scaramouche cuz i couldn’t help myself and wished for nilou LMAO and just so u guys know my requests are open and you’re free to request fics or hcs you want! just not nsfw/smut ones. anyway stay safe and hydrated, take care of your mental and physical health I LOVE YOU <3
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trailsofpaper · 9 months
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sewis + 37 if u can pls!
...without a motive
For you niamh, of COURSE! No one asked for this kind of world building but uhh,, fully more than a thousand words later here we are. CW: implied sex work, physical abuse
Lewis floated to the edge of the throng, to get a better view. Unfortunately, this place was teeming with middle-aged men in black suits with a thin, pretty woman that wasn't their wife on their arm; picking out a particular one wasn't easy. Tinkling orchestral music that just barely masked the industrious sounds of the city outside floated over the betting tables. Sweaty, cold meat cuts on soggy bread were served on silver platters. A vague haze of blue smoke lay over it all, mingling with the acrid sweet smell of sparkling wine.
Not for the first time, Lewis wondered why he was here at all. But the answer was the same as every time; the entry fee for the race wasn't going to pay itself, and besides, his hoverbike needed repairs. 
Lewis pulled at his tie and tried to fold down his shirt collar again. All he had done for hours was rub elbows with old money and look like he was trying to find a canape that he could eat.
But maybe Lewis's luck was about to change. From the corner of his eye, he finally caught sight of Marco Griffin, media magnate and bike race enthusiast, as he slipped out through one of the balcony doors. Lewis wasn't going to let him get away so easy. 
Lewis wasn't sure the balcony doors would still be activated for him, but the opaque door slid open for him when he touched the control beside it. Lewis stepped out and the tinkling music was overwhelmed by the sound of whining traffic and the wind. 
Against the light polluted skyline Lewis saw the dark outline of Griffin by the balcony balustrade, but before he could make out any details, Griffin startled into movement. "What the hell?" he said, voice cracking. "What, are you trying to blackmail me? Get the hell off me!"
And with his eyes adjusted to the dusk, Lewis saw another figure, kneeling, and then Griffin knocking the figure back with a backhanded slap that echoed off the marble surface of the facade.
Griffin pushed past Lewis without looking, fumbling with his slacks as the balcony door opened to let him disappear inside. The music spilled out, discordant, before it was cut off by the soft hiss of the door closing.
"Are you okay?" Lewis said, reaching a hand toward the figure, still on his knees. The man, who had a shock of dirty blond hair and bright eyes, smiled and took Lewis's hand to pull himself up. "I'm fine," he said and wiped his mouth with his thumb. "But I don't suppose you have a couple hundred credits to spare?"
"I'm sorry?" Lewis said, still with his hand outstretched.
"Well, you chased away my best chance to get my hands on it," the man said. He leaned his thin frame on the balustrade without looking away from Lewis.
"I didn't mean to," Lewis said and glanced back at the door. "I mean—he was going to pay you a couple hundred credits?"
The man shrugged and squinted at Lewis. "You can probably ask for more, right?" he said.
"Wait, I'm not—" Lewis shook his head, like a dog shaking off water. "I didn't come out here for that."
"Okay," the man said with an unconcerned shrug. "You just have a hungry look about you, you know."
"A hungry look," Lewis repeated and leaned an elbow on the balustrade. The wind was pulling at his short curls, insistently. He didn't want to go back inside. "What does that mean?"
The man looked younger up close, with big eyes and some downy stubble that might become a full beard one day. He smiled, sharp. "It means I thought you were here to earn, not spend."
"I'm definitely not here to spend more than I have to," Lewis said and crossed his arms.
"You're in the wrong place then," the man said and cocked his head. "Don't you know the house always wins?"
"Yeah, but I know when to walk away," Lewis said and gave a toothy grin. 
"Do you?" said the man. "You're still here."
Lewis opened his mouth without knowing what to say. He said it without meaning to. "Are you saying you bite?"
The man blinked at him. Then his face split into a smile and he laughed, a warm little chuckle. The sound of it made Lewis look twice; there was something familiar to it. "Only if you ask nicely," said the man and stuck his hand out. "I'm Sebastian, nice to meet you."
"Lewis," Lewis said and took the hand. It was small but strong, cool from gripping the marble railing. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Sebastian hummed and settled back against the banister, gesturing towards the door and the casino. "Well, this is a pretty good place to pick up men who have extra credits to spend. You  might have seen me around."
"I suppose," Lewis said and looked out at the cityscape. The bike track was visible from here, outlined by red beacons; Griffin probably watched from up here. It had probably been his idea to bring Sebastian out here.
Sebastian shifted, and Lewis looked back at him. Half of his face was outlined in gold neon from the rooftop sign, and the other was drenched in darkness—and it struck Lewis like going over a curb.
"You drive," he said. "Your bike is red."
Sebastian blinked again. "Yeah," he said, and Lewis must have imagined it, but his smile seemed shy. "I love it, but—I have to eat too, so." He shrugged a bony shoulder, and Lewis realised for the first time that Sebastian was wearing only a white t-shirt against the night chill.
"No, I know," Lewis said and shifted closer, just to shield Sebastian against the wind a little. "That was why I was—Griffin owes me. He bet against me in the last race."
"You!" Sebastian's big eyes widened. "You're the driver on the black bike!" He broke off to give a low whistle, crossing his arms and looking down. "He must owe you a lot, then," Sebastian said and glanced up at Lewis. "No one thought you were going to win."
It was Lewis's time to shrug. "I was lucky," he said.
"Please," Sebastian said and elbowed him. "That move you pulled in turn five—I went back and watched the recording afterwards, the way you shifted your weight to keep it in the air—"
Lewis didn't know how long they stood there, bathed in neon and buffeted by the wind, just talking. At one point he pulled off his suit jacket and offered it to Sebastian, only for Sebastian to suggest they share, and Lewis laughed and tried to wrap them both in it.
"We should probably go back inside soon," Lewis said. "I think they lock these balcony doors."
"Yeah," Sebastian said, and Lewis didn't know how the kiss happened either, but it did, and the suit jacket slipped off them both.
"That was stupid," Sebastian said. His hand was cupping Lewis's jaw, thumb stroking his cheekbone. "This isn't going to help either of us to get credits."
"Or win any races," Lewis said. He still kissed Sebastian again.
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infriga · 5 months
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What's interesting about House of Usher is that Flannigan usually has likeable protagonists, at least in my experience. Granted I haven't seen all of his works, but I've seen several (Bly Manor, Hill House, Midnight Mass, and I've heard summaries of others) and most of them are generally pretty sympathetic from my understanding, even the ones with more blood on their hands, so to speak.
In House of Usher however, almost none of the main characters are good or likeable people to much, if any, degree. Their spouses/partners are decent people, for the most part (dunno how the siblings landed such nice SOs despite being so nasty), and the granddaughter seems alright (I'm only on episode 5 btw so idk if anything happens regarding her or the other non-siblings, no spoilers pls), and Auguste seems like a decent person (maybe not the best family man, but he at has his heart in the right place especially compared to the Ushers), but all the siblings, and Roderick and Madeline themselves, are pretty horrible people.
But like, they're not one dimensional bad people, they're complex, they feel emotions, they care about people in their lives even if they don't tend to treat those people well, they have fears and insecurities and passions and hangups just like regular people do. So while usually I dislike when the protagonists of a show like this are unlikable, in this show it's actually quite fascinating because like I can't say I hate them either, they feel like they could be good people if they really wanted to be. Especially if they had better influences and were taught better lessons by their father and aunt. They feel human, not evil, but I'm also not rooting for them either. I don't know who to root for tbh, except maybe people like Julius, Tammy's husband, and the granddaughter, who are all side characters lol. Idk who the weird supernatural lady is (death? The devil? God? A witch? No idea) so I don't know her motivations or what kinda person she is, she seems to be collecting on some sort of debt but that's the best I've got on her. I do think it's interesting how she tried to spare Morrie from the acid by telling her to go like she did with the wait staff, but she didn't do anything to help Ali later when she was killed, so was it strategic or does this lady have some sort of code of morals? Does she care about whether people are innocent or not? Why spare the wait staff from death by acid shower but not the other party goers? Is sparing Morrie more about the potential role she'll play in Freddy's death? I guess I'll find out.
But I do think it's interesting that we start off the show knowing who's going to die already, since usually stakes in this genre come from wanting characters to survive (hence why I usually prefer likable protags in horror/suspense media), but it makes sense that since none of these people are very likable, the suspense needs to mostly come from something else on that front, such as wondering how they're going to die or which innocent people they might take with them in the process, as well as wanting to know what caused all this.
Roderick, ironically, is probably the most sympathetic member of the family aside from his granddaughter, which doesn't mean much but I mean, I wouldn't begrudge anyone going through what he witnessed in episode 5. Like gaddamn that's fucked up. He seems like someone who deep down has the potential and even the buried desire or instinct to be a good person, but was too much of a coward to put in the work it would take to be good and stay good in a harsh world when he wants so badly to be someone big and successful and important just like, well, his father. But ultimately he does obviously love his children so I do sympathize with him in that regard.
But the show is making the unlikable protagonists thing work for it, somehow. I don't like most of these people, but I am fascinated by them and what's going down and how they got here. It's like watching a car crash in slow motion.
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genshxn · 2 years
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thoughts/headcanons on yandere childe?
✤ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐜𝐬.
warnings: yandere, stalking, manipulation
(pls lemme know if there’s any i’m missing so i can tag it accordingly)
!! reader’s discretion is advised !!
a/n: ngl i’ve probably got more to say loool. anyway hope you enjoy!
word count: 976
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ok yeah who didn't see this one coming. everyone knows that man’s a little off at the best of times.
if there’s something childe can’t defeat, he is going to take every measure he can to accomplish his goal. and you are something he doesn’t understand he couldn’t quite describe it when he first met you in liyue harbour, but there was something different about you to him. he thought about you a lot. the stranger at northland bank. why were you there? why did you occupy his mind so much? perhaps it was by fluke or chance, but he saw you much more often after that.
you came to northland bank under the guise of being a new fatui recruit, stationed in liyue. a simple story. but something in the way you carried yourself said otherwise.
because you had piqued his interest so much, he decided to look into you. such a thing was of course easy for him. however this only served to fan the flame further. what came back was that you are an enigmatic informant for the qixing. did they send you to look into the fatui’s actions? cute. maybe childe will have to learn more about you in return.
the two of you of course hit it off very well with your friendly chat in the northland bank. childe is very charismatic and amicable; it’s hard not to get along with him. you thought you got on with childe very well — a crucial to safely getting information from him. what you didn’t know was that it was maybe a little too well. childe had a growing obsession with you. you are really a qixing informant? what other secrets are you hiding? do you have any other motives? any motives to do with childe?
it was incredibly unprofessional of you, but you admittedly had begun to develop minor interest in the man you’re meant to be investigating in secret. whenever he smiled at you—which was almost anytime he would see you—your cheeks would prickle with warmth. the feeling always made you awkward, making you avert your eyes from him and fumble your words. it’s the simple things like that that make him silently lose his composure. you have no idea what effect you have on him. you have him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even realize it.
✤ following you
he’s offered to walk you home on multiple occasions, each offer getting turned down. he doesn’t need to go to the trouble. besides you’re more than capable of defending yourself. that doesn’t stop him from silently watching you walk home. by now he knows the route from memory. what if something happens when he’s not around to protect you? he couldn’t live with that thought.
some days childe didn’t even have to follow you. you’d be the one following him around. he’d purposely lead you around to random places, not really doing anything beyond entertaining himself. it wasn’t hard to notice you, but it also wasn’t hard to lose track of you. to spare your confidence in your work, he wouldn’t suddenly turn around and give you attention, as much as he wanted to.
✤ items
once you had left one day, childe’s eye was caught by a golden glint on the ground. he looked down and knew instantly it was a pendant of yours. did you lose it? of course he picks it up, but he still debates on what to do with it. he knows he should return it to you, but a quiet voice within him has become all-consuming. perhaps he could buy you an even nicer one instead.
the look on your face the next day was worth it. you were enamoured with the new beautiful brooch. when it caught the light, it shimmered like a beautiful diamond. you showed it off proudly to childe when he casually approached you about it the next day. you said it had somehow ended up on your front doorstep with a small, cryptic note attached. luckily the brooch you had wasn’t too sentimental, but still a shame to lose. either way, you were quite thankful to the mystery gift-giver.
needless to say, every time you lost an item, there would be a brand new, even better one to replace it less than a day later. where those items went and who was getting these new ones was a mystery. no matter how much you tried to find out to the best of your ability, you’d find nothing. with another frustrated sigh of giving up, a silent figure felt himself smile from the shadows.
✤ possession
archons save whatever poor soul looks your way for a second too long. that person will feel like they’re staring death in the face with how scornful a gaze childe casts their way. you never seem to notice it, as he always does it when your back is turned.
that kind young man was brand new to the northland bank and the fatui. he was an honest, hardworking new recruit. however, childe was lingering nearby close enough to bear witness to it all.
to your saddened confusion, the next time you saw that young man, he appeared as though he wanted nothing to do with you, eyes barely able to focus on you as though he were constantly looking out for an imminent threat. that was the last time he ever spoke to your face. what could have happened, you wondered. you didn’t know him well, but you were upset nevertheless, so you told childe. he was sympathetic, unsure of what happened as well. what a terrible thing to do to you. he would never do such a thing to you. you could always trust him. as you accepted his sympathetic hug, childe couldn’t help but let that smile creep onto his face.
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mangokittokatsu · 1 year
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slides you a $50
pls i’m thinking and need bobby helping regressed reader when they’re sick :( like you regress to a really small age like one or two and you’re completely non verbal, all you can usher out is “dada”.
mixed with the sickness it makes you so fussy and tearful to the point where all you need is skin on skin with bobby and him running you a hot bath and just taking care of you and i just AAAAAAH
i love you the mostest my love 🥺🥺 <33
Sebby lovely!! 🥺💕 I'm so so sorry this took me so long!!!! I wrote like 800 words for this over the course of December since you sent this in and then had horrible writer's block and I wanted to make this a long piece, but then tonight for some reason was struck with an insane amount of motivation and cranked out the remainder in like 2 hours. I hope you enjoy it lovely!!!! 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 @sebsxphia
Hush Little Darling
Robert "Bob" Floyd x Little! Reader
WC: 3.1k
Tags: Age regression, fluff, sickness (nothing graphic), nightmares
The morning sun was creeping in through the curtains of your bedroom where Bob was already sitting up in bed, reading his most recent book of choice while you still slept next to him. It was one of his only days off of the week and as such, he was going to spend every minute of it with you. He glanced over at you with a small look of worry as you let out a soft whine as your eyes fluttered open. He had expected you to be waking up soon, what he didn’t anticipate however was for you to roll over and press yourself into his side with a soft whimper, instantly alarming him to your overheated body and how your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead. He set his book down on the nightstand, not even worrying about placing a bookmark, and pressed his hand to your face with a slight frown before pulling back. A shiver wracked your frame as you desperately tried to burrow further into him and he pulled you closer, wrapping the blankets tighter around you. 
“You not feeling good bunny?” He spoke to you in a soft voice, knowing that if you had a fever you likely had a headache on top of it.
You just looked up at him with teary eyes, sniffling as you managed to cry out a hoarse “dada!” before the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. 
Bob instantly pulled you up into his arms, shushing you gently as you buried your face into his neck with a whine, clinging to him tightly and pulling the collar of his shirt into your mouth to chew on in an attempt to soothe yourself. He rocked you slowly for a few minutes before you sniffled too hard in irritation at your runny nose, suddenly pulling yourself away from him as you sent yourself into a painful sounding coughing fit. Bob rubbed your back through it, gathering you back up in his arms with a sympathetic coo as you slumped against him once it passed, turning your face into his chest and throwing your arms around his neck as your tears came back in full force. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your body ached, the coughing fit certainly not helping either one. Your shirt was sticking to your sweaty skin yet you felt like you were freezing. Bob softly placed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you and shifting you both over to the edge of the bed, setting his feet on the floor. 
“Hey baby girl,” he guided your head away from his chest to look at your face as he gently stroked his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away some of your tears, “let’s go get you out of these sweaty clothes and take a warm bath, huh? Does that sound good? It might help clear up all the icky stuff in your nose and chest too.”
You look up at him with glassy eyes, shoving your face back into his chest as you sluggishly reposition yourself to be straddling his hips and throwing your arms back around his neck. He takes your movement as a silent agreement, he’s about to stand up when he has the last second thought to grab the spare throw blanket across the foot of the bed and wrap it around you, knowing you’d quickly get cold without it once he set you down to run the bath. He carries you to the en suite and attempts to set you on the counter, immediately scooping you back up into his arms and soothing you as you start to fuss at the prospect of being set down and no longer touching him, “ok, ok I won’t set you down, I’ve got you, don’t worry bunny. Dada’s got you.” 
He maneuvers himself to sit on the edge of the tub, balancing you both carefully as he manages to turn on the tub with one hand and rocks you against him as he waits for it to warm up, soft tendrils of steam coming off the surface, before he reaches into the tub to close the drain and pours in an undetermined amount of lavender bubble bath. He stands up and brings you over to the counter, his hand coming up to the edge of your shirt, “I’m gonna get you undressed now ok? Can dada set you down so he can do it quick so you don’t get cold?” He waits a few seconds before he feels a small nod from you against his neck, gently setting you on the counter as you whine at the loss of his warmth and scent, a shiver running through your body again.
“I know little one, I’ll make it real quick and then you’ll be nice and warm in the bath and I’ll join you too, gonna stay with you the whole time.” He soothes you as he makes quick work of your sweaty clothes, dropping them into the hamper, his own sweatpants following shortly after, before he lifts you back into his arms. Bob lets out a concerned hum at the heat of your bare skin against his, letting you press yourself impossibly closer to him in his arms for a moment as he carefully steps into the tub and lowers you both down into the warm water. You instantly relax further against him, letting out a soft coo as the hot water soothes the aches of your body and the lavender works to slightly clear up the congestion in your chest. Bob eventually grabs the baby shampoo from next to the tub as the water starts to cool some and gently starts to work it through your slightly sweat matted hair. Logically he knows it’ll be just as sweaty again later, but at least for right now you’ll be nice and clean. He brings his hands down to the water to rinse them off before wrapping his arms back around you, “I’m gonna drain the tub and get us all rinsed off now ok?” 
You let out a whine at the thought of the warm water disappearing from around you, shoving yourself further into Bob’s chest as it flows down the drain. He keeps you both sitting in the tub as he turns the tap back on, letting it run to fully warm back up before pulling the switch and covering you both in a steaming spray of water while he begins to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. He massages your scalp gently, hoping the gentle touches soothe some of the fever induced headache away, whispers of sweet nothings and comforts slipping past his lips the entire time. Your head eventually falling against his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed, no matter how good the warm water felt against you and your aching body. Bob lets out a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your wet head, deeming your hair rinsed enough to get out of the tub as he reaches to turn off the shower and carefully stand you both up. He thanks whatever god that may exist that he thought ahead for your protest of the cold air as he pulls the shower curtain open, tears of discomfort and exhaustion springing to your eyes even as he wraps your fluffiest towel around you, your hands instantly reaching back out for him from where he’s sat you on the counter. 
Bob dries you off quickly and securely wraps the towel around you before giving himself a quick once over, barely bothering to dry his hair just enough to stop it from dripping off his short curls before scooping you back up into his arms and carrying you back to bed. He sets you down in front of him, running a comb through your hair and quickly putting it in a loose braid to keep it from getting tangled and out of your face. He softly kisses the top of your head with a whisper of, “Be right back Bunny, dada’s just going over to the dresser to grab some pjs, I’m still right here, not leavin’ ya at all.”
He digs through the drawers before pulling out a simple pair of sleep shorts for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself, knowing you’d likely want skin to skin contact with the amount of discomfort you were in and just how little you were. He grabs your pink pacifier with Thumper the rabbit on it almost on autopilot, pausing for a split second before reaching back into the dresser and pulling out your softest romper, a simple pastel color block and made of a thick but incredibly soft cotton, just in case. A soft whimper draws his attention back to you on the bed, you had turned to watch him with wide, glassy eyes and he noticed your bottom lip starting to tremble ever so slightly as tears began to slip down your reddened cheeks, a sign he was taking too long away from you. Bob slipped his sweatpants on in record speed and hurried back over to your side, cupping your face, smoothing his thumb along your cheek and kissing your forehead, “Shh Bunny it’s ok, Dada’s got you, ‘m sorry I took so long getting pjs, c’mere let me get you dressed.”
You lean towards him, letting him position you as he needed to in order to get your shorts on before grasping onto him after he slips your pacifier in your mouth, pressing your bare chest against his and nestling your face into his neck with a hiccuping sigh, letting some of the discomfort bleed out of you as it was overwhelmed by the safety and comfort of your Bobby’s arms. He grabs your soft blanket and wraps it snugly around your shoulders before hoisting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, a soft “ah ha!” filling the quiet air around you as he pulls out an applesauce pouch from the drawer, cracking the top off before easing your paci out of your mouth again, holding the applesauce to your lips only for you to turn your head away from it with a whine. Bob lets out a soft sigh, gently trying to coax you into taking it, “c’mon little one, you have to eat a little something so you can feel better. If you eat this I’ll get you some juice too ok?”
The promise of juice spurs you into reluctantly taking the pouch into your mouth, a soft smile spreading across Bob’s face, pressing a kiss to your warm cheek and murmuring praises to you, “that’s my baby girl, doing so good for me. Ya don’t gotta eat it all right now, just a little bit is ok, good Bunny.”
You ate as much of the pouch as your stomach would allow, which wasn’t much, but Bob was just happy he was able to get anything in your system. Staying true to his promise he filled a sippy cup with apple juice, offering it to you only for you to reach back for your paci again, your upset stomach not able to handle anything else at the moment. Bob let out a sympathetic coo in understanding, easily slipping it back into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch, settling you down on top of him and pulling another blanket over the two of you. Your skin was still too warm for his liking, a flush coloring the tops of your cheeks as you burrowed impossibly closer to him, tears starting to well in your eyes again as the aches of your body make themselves known once again after being calmed by the warm bath. Bob let his hand rest at the nape of your neck, gently scratching through the baby hairs there that had already escaped your braid, soothing you into sleep again despite the shivers that started to make their way through your body again, Bob pulling the blankets tighter around you. 
Bob wasn’t sure how much time had passed with you in a light but peaceful sleep on his chest, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he held you close. It wasn’t until he was startled back to reality by a cry that he even realized he had fallen asleep as well, his brain instantly fully waking up as he took in your shaking, whimpering form on his chest. Your face was scrunched up in a mixture of pain and fear, your paci slipped out of your mouth and now laying against Bob’s bicep as you cried out again in your fever induced nightmare, a thin layer of sweat once again coating your flushed skin. Bob carefully sat up so you both were partially upright, hands sliding up your bare back to scratch at your scalp and gently swipe his thumbs across your cheeks.
“C’mon baby girl, wake up for me darlin’, it’s just a bad dream”, Bob soothed you, urging you awake, sighing in relief as your eyes blinked open, unfocused and filled with tears, “there’s my Bunny, you’re safe. It was just bad dream, dada’s got you, you’re safe.”
You clung onto his words but they weren’t enough to squash down the fears that still flashed in your mind every few seconds. You looked at him and blinked once, twice, before the dam broke inside you with a cry, “Dada!”
You pressed your face aggressively into the hand still resting on your cheek as heavy, painful sounding sobs wracked your body. Bob instantly pulled your face into his neck, letting you sob against his skin as he rocked you side to side and shushed you softly, trying to get you to settle before you tore up your already sore throat even more or made yourself sick from your gasps of air in between sobs, he could already hear your voice getting more hoarse with each passing cry out for him. As your cries slowly died down Bob eased your paci back into your mouth when he noticed you mouthing at the skin of his shoulder, looking for something to help soothe you. He continued rocking you as you slumped against him, your face buried back into his neck as you continued to take shuddering, hiccuping breaths, although they were getting less frequent. He could still feel fresh tears landing against his skin before he gently pulled your face away from him to look at you, still silently crying, “there we go little one, that’s good. Do you wanna go back to bed?”
You just nodded at him with a sniffle and a hiccup, throat too sore to do anything else, as you felt another wave of fresh tears spring to your eyes, the exhaustion caused by your nightmare and subsequent sobbing settled true and deep into you now. Bob simply scooped you up from the couch as he stood, grabbing your nearly forgotten sippy cup of juice off the coffee table and making sure the blanket wouldn't fall off your shoulders on the trek back to your bedroom. He settled you down on the bed, you were too exhausted to notice him briefly stepping away to turn on the box fan you kept in the corner of the room and to grab you some medicine from the bathroom. Bob returned to the bed, gently sitting you up and smiling softly as you looked at him with hazy doe eyes and holding out a small measuring cup filled with medicine, even in your exhausted state you still crinkled your nose in disgust at it, clearly displeased by just the notion of it. Bob let out a soft chuckle, “I know baby girl, but you’ve gotta take it, it’ll help you feel better. And look! I even have your juice right over there.”
He pointed over at the sippy cup now sitting on your nightstand, trying to talk you into taking the horribly fruit flavored medicine. You quickly decided you were too tired to put up much of a fight, begrudgingly letting Bob take your paci out of your mouth and help you quickly take it. You let out a disgusted cough as a few fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, still red and splotchy from both your fever and your sobbing after your nightmare. However, Bob was prepared, already handing you your juice to wash the taste out of your mouth before more tears could make themselves known. He let you have your fill of the juice, although truthfully it was only a few sips, before he slipped your paci back into your mouth. He was about to climb into bed with you when he thought about the romper he had grabbed earlier, long forgotten where he had tossed it to the head of the bed until now. He picked it up from by the pillows, holding it up in front of you as you looked more and more drowsy by the minute, “do you wanna wear your romper to bed, Bunny? It’s your super soft one with the pretty pastel colors.”
A slightly dopey smile spread across your face from under your paci as you slowly but eagerly nodded, a matching smile making its way to Bob’s face as he realized that the medicine was already helping you feel a little better. He slipped your romper on, quickly turning around to the dresser to grab your matching paci clip, clipping it to the collar of the romper and the other end to the paci sleepily hanging between your lips. He gently pushed it back into your mouth with a soft chuckle, taking a minute to look at you after he was done, admiring you and just how he got so damn lucky to have you in his life. He settled down in bed, guiding you to lay next to him, cuddled up into his side with one of his arms wrapped protectively around you as he murmured into your hair, “go to sleep Bunny, I’m not leavin’ anytime soon, gonna be right here when you wake up, I promise. I love you so much.”
He placed a soft kiss to your head as he felt your breathing even out, relieved to feel that your body was slightly less warm against his than it was earlier. He knew he’d likely get whatever bug you had, and that you would likely wake up still sick once the meds wore off, but none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that you were finally sleeping peacefully after a day full of discomfort and pain, and that was the most important thing in the world to him.
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vote-gaara · 1 year
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Headcanons you say? 👀 my Fluffdar has been activated.
He's a huge cuddle monster. I reject he notion that he's stony and distant. People who /actively love him back?/ The person who loves him /most?/ Pure fluff.
I also reject the notion that he wouldn't make much time for his S/O bc of his job. He will make time bc relationships are massively important to him??
He literally has so much fun doing nothing and being boring with his S/O. Napping or watching TV together all day? Yes pls
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OHHHHHHHHH!
I LOVE the fluffdar and I'm HERE for it.
As for your headcanons...
He's a cuddle monster - YES! I think people who this he's "stoney and distant" aren't taking into account that subtle affection is affection. He may not be the type to flaunt PDA, but behind closed doors? You bet he wants to be as close to his partner as possible.
Office Job > SO - I also REJECT this notion, and will happily work to dismantle it with you. The whole reason Gaara spends so much of his time -spare or otherwise - on Kazekage duties is because of two reasons: One - He feels guilty for how he acted in the past, and is idealism and motivation to change the future for the better is how he has decided to repay the village. Two - (Sorry Gaara) but he doesn't have many friends he can actually hang out with, and so he gets all of his social fulfillment by tending to his village. This, of course, would certainly change if he had a SO.
Sitting around, doin' nothing - YES! Why? Because who doesn't like just doing nothing for the sake of doing nothing? Now given, at first Gaara would be a little leery...Surely he must entertain or amuse his SO in some way...Why else would they be over? But after he relaxed some more and he learned to settle down, he would absolutely look forward to and love chillin' and doin' nothing with his SO
My Repayment to You...Fluffy Headcanons!
Gaara would enjoy a sassy SO - Gaara of the sand? More like Gaara of the SASS. Gaara has a very sarcastic, dry and deadpan sense of humor, and he would really like a SO who could dish it out. Of course he's sweet and gentle most of the time, and he will always speak highly of his SO...But every so often, if the SO gives off a crack of verbal lightening in response to something he said....Well, that's always funny and always a thrill.
Gaara likes to stroke/pet his SO's hair - He doesn't know why, it just seemed like the right thing to do!
Always smiles at his SO or his crush - Everyone else can see it but he doesn't realize. Why are his siblings teasing him for liking this person? He wasn't being obvious! He treats them like everyone else.... It's the smile that gives it away.
Please send me more headcanons anytime! AND VOTE GAARA
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idcallmyselfhuman · 6 months
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Aether's Reaction to the House of the Hearth
disclaimer: I haven't finished the quest yet so pls spare me if things are alr revealed and I'm talking out of my ass or repeating things already said djfsdgfhfg
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There is something I remembered when Lyney and Lynette were revealed to be part of the House of the Hearth.
And that's... Lyudochka. Not even just her, but Trofin Snezhevich as well (Or Alphonso, from the Aranara questline in Sumeru). Before even meeting Lyney and Lynette, Aether was already familiar with how the House operated, at least on the surface.
While it might have been harsh, Aether's open distrust stemmed from a pretty understandable point of view. Here were two friendly faces who arrived just in the nick of time to save them from having to duel a god of a new nation. They could claim all they want that they had no ulterior motives, but it wasn't as if Aether would allow himself to be so naive- it was all too convenient.
As far as he was aware, the House of the Hearth were a branch of Fatui who were no different than the ones he's fought before. Lyney's belief in the Knave and her cause could paint it as good-intentioned as can be in Fontaine, but there's no changing what Aether already knew, and the impression they already left on him. Lyudochka revealing the plan the Teacher had for Inazuma during the war cemented a fact that was difficult to forget.
While the House of the Hearth "rescued" orphans, they also had no qualms with creating them, even seeing it as a net positive to have more of them to train. Even when they claim that they are all brothers and sisters, there was no escaping the truth that there was no place in their ranks for those who do not comply.
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Note: In "The Replacement's Secret" (Inazuma World Quest), it is implied that the "Teacher" is not acting on Arlecchino's direct orders, but his own, as a way to "repay her kindness and build up her prestige." But regardless of how the Knave really viewed the situation at the time, and how Lyney's view on her might hold some merit, it doesn't change the fact that Aether places the blame on the House itself.
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Even Trofin was not spared of judgement, and I think he's the clearest example of why it is so difficult for Aether to just agree to trust Lyney and Lynette just after the revelation.
Lyudochka, from the very beginning, failed to fulfill her role, and enjoyed her "freedom" in Inazuma. Her wish to become her own person won over whatever identity the Fatui had given her, and with help, had this wish granted. Trofin, on the other hand, wasn't quite as fortunate.
Like Lyudochka, he had his own wishes to detach himself from the House and stay as Iotham's big brother, but he could not turn back on the family he already had. It didn't matter that he enjoyed the fake identity he made for himself, because he still had to act the part as a member of the House of the Hearth.
He fulfilled his mission, and was dealt his execution by the hands of Aether because of it.
I say that he is the greatest example of the situation with Lyney and his sister because it shows that in the grand scheme of things, who they are as people doesn't matter. Despite how Lyney keeps telling Aether that he approached him not as a Fatui, but as "Lyney", they are still subject to the demands of the House they are a part of; the House that Aether has only ever observed to have cruel intentions.
It circles back to his and Childe's relationship. Childe has shared information about his family, something that is so near and dear to his heart and has openly welcomed Aether in this part of his life, but they know full well that at the end of the day, they are bound to their affiliations.
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if this was already addressed in the game then my bad i literally just finished the part where navia breaks down part 2.
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5eraphim · 1 year
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Pls do The Devil 4 Medic,,
Thank u,,,
Link to the Original Yandere Taro Card Ask Game
Link to The Fool, The Hanged man, and the Magician answers for Medic
The Devil - What taboo things would this yandere do to their darling? 
Given his unabashedly violent and cruel behavior well before meeting his obsession, there's a decent chance Yandere Medic is the rare type to treat his darling MORE gently as a yandere than if he wasn't. Medic, always characterized by his lack of compassion for those in need, as well as cruelty to others, as his darling, Medic would at least try to spare you from this morbid nature, though even at his most gentle- Medic is still a terror in his own right. While he'd likely spare you from unleashing the heinous pain he enjoys inflicting upon others, this isn't to say you'd be saved from other selfishly motivated acts of cruelty, think kidnapping, theft, blackmail, and at least some form of unethical experimentation. Bear in mind, though, none of this would fall under the umbrella of "taboo" in his eyes, so long as he can satiate his morbid curiosity and indulge in a little "alternative" research, all is justified.
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