#this was actually something I was planning to do before my life was swept over by exams

[mydaylight]

Carrie Coon and Louisa Jacobson as BERTHA RUSSELL & MARIAN BROOK

1.04 "A Long Ladder" | 1.06 "Heads Have Rolled for Less"

THE GILDED AGE (2022- )

#the gilded age #thegildedageedit #thegildedagesource #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #weloveperioddrama #onlyperioddramas #gifshistorical #userperioddrama #periodedits #cinemapix #*mine #bertha russell #carrie coon #marian brook #louisa jacobson #I am finally making gifsets again #this was actually something I was planning to do before my life was swept over by exams #this last gif was the only shot of marian with the fan I could find

[lostgirl14480]

A Not So Common Fairy (Teaser)

Summary: you're a dark fairy from the upside-down and when you see that a gate is open, your curiosity gets the best of you.

- eddie munson x fairy!reader

Nothing remotely interesting ever happened in this dimension. It was always dark with constant storms, which I didn't mind actually. But I always hoped something would change. Maybe a ray of sun, or the budding of a flower? But no, nothing beautiful ever came to this place...

So, when I got wind that Henry Creel was opening gates to another world, I decided it was time for me to leave this place in search of something more. There was nothing tying me here, only the memories of my family...

Without a second thought, I lift my multicolored wings and set off into the air, heading straight to an open gate. The only thing left behind is a small trail of black dust, but it is quickly swept away by the winds of the never-ending storms.

......................

I emerge from the gate, and for the first time ever, I see the color green. Instead of the dark decaying plants from my dimension, this one is full of life! I stare in awe at all the green leaves on the trees, the moss growing on the ground, even the small river flowing along a path. I'm about to fly over to a particular budding flower when I hear voices coming from below me. Not trusting what the noise is from, I try shrinking myself, but for some reason, being in this dimension is limiting my magic. So instead, I perch myself on a branch just high enough to be out of sight but low enough to hear what is going on.

"We need to see If there's a gate around here, It's the only way we'll be able to find Vecna and free Max from his curse." Says one of the younger humans in the group. Vecna? Curse? Are they talking about Henry? How do they know about the gates?

Intrigued, I lean in closer from the branch I'm perched on and continue to listen to the conversation this group of humans are having.

"Dustin, have you even considered how dangerous this plan is? And Eddie is still wanted for murder, we can't just go walking around town looking for a gate!" Murder!? These humans are getting more interesting by the second.

"Steve, it's our only shot, I don't see any other options..." Dustin replies. "And besides, I think Eddie should have a say, since he's the one being chased by the whole town. So what do you say Eddie?"

The one who must be Eddie stands up and addresses the group. I take a moment to look him over, and I can't help but stare a little longer than I intended, there's just something about him that draws me in.

"I say, you're asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I'm totally straight with you I think is a really bad idea. But uh the Shire, the Shire is burning. So Mordor it is." I'm amazed at how brave these humans are, knowing how ruthless Henry, or I guess Vecna, can be. But I guess I have a lot to learn about this new dimension, and the humans who live here.

After agreeing on what Eddie said, the group all start to follow Dustin. Eddie trails behind, seemingly lost in thought and I take the time to admire his features. In Vecnas dimension, there really arn't any attractive males, or any human like creatures for that matter, so it's hard not to admire Eddie in this moment.

But I guess I didn't realize how intently I was looking and how much closer I was leaning over the branch to get a closer look, because all of a sudden, the branch I'm perched on cracks, and I fall a few feet before my wings are able to extend. I quickly fly up to another branch, higher up this time, and behind the trunk of the tree. But I'm sure I felt eyes on me for a split second...

"Eddie! What are you still doing back there?" Dustin calls out. The group is already a bit further along the path, but Eddie is stood at the base of the tree I'm hiding in, staring at the cracked branch.

I stay completely still, not sure If he's already seen me.

"I just, I thought I saw-" Eddie starts, but stops and shakes his head, turing back to follow the group. "Nevermind."

🖤🖤🖤

A/N: This is just a random idea that I thought of, not sure if it'll just be turned into a few imagines or if I'll make it into a story, haven't decided yet 😂 But I've been in an Eddie mood lately so there's plenty more where this came from 😁❤️‍🔥

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington #dustin henderson

[inawearyworld]

free if you truly wish to be: chapter i

florence fickelgruber, the famed chocolatier's idealistic young wife, ponders her past, her regrets, and her longing for a change. guess what? she finds one.

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~1.7k

chapter one is a shit ton of exposition for the character, but i promise you, dear timothee fans, the content you're here for is coming. i tried to capture the dahl style of storytelling (without, yknow, the racism and fatphobia and all that) which was so fun. this character essentially popped into my head last night, and the story will follow her development through the plot of the movie. after i left the theater, i realized i'd painted my nails to match mat’s costumes without realizing, and then suddenly WHOOM there she was. almost like magic. :)

enjoy!!

(also. even if the cartel’s offices don’t actually have balconies, THEY DO NOW.)

part two fic masterlist

"Free if you Truly Wish to Be", or, "the Chronicles of the Songbird", being a Tale of She who is Truly one Wren Matterson, but More Widely Known-at the Start of our Plot-as one Florence Fickelgruber.

Things were…fine.

In a world such as this one, there was very little luxury for a girl such as herself to hatch, nurture, and follow a dream. It would spark up in the purest of fashions and launch onto its way, glittering with promise of a life’s hopes fulfilled, only for the world around it to force it down a path of compromise and disillusionment until the dream’s poor follower found it nearly unrecognizable.

Such was the lot of Mrs. Florence Fickelgruber’s passion for performance. Long before either of these names were attached to her, she knew she longed to spend her life swept up in poetry and music, creating a better world through the arts she loved.

That dream, she often swore to herself, had not died.

It had simply…not turned out as planned.

For now, at least.

For a little over the past two years, more specifically.

It would have been nice to have the means and time to try to make her own fortune, to experience a sweeping romance with someone her own age, to live in a world fair enough that allowed her to both support her now-faraway family and live according to her ideals; it would have been nice indeed.

But for now, life was not quite nice, but fine. The sleekly fonted Fs that monogrammed nearly every surface in the mansion in which she lived had stood during the beginning months for her husband’s, and now her own, alliterative names. Now, she only saw them as golden signifiers of things being nothing more than Fine.

She was currently perched on an emerald-colored fainting couch in her husband’s office that, despite its plush craftsmanship, had lost any semblance of comfort long ago. She sat, and she considered the striking portrait of the two of them that hung over the fireplace, which they’d posed for when she’d still thought this was a good idea: a self-satisfied smirk rested on his face, and her emerald-manicured hand rested on his chest (intended by her to show her devotion, intended by the artist to show her ornate ring). She sat, and she looked into the hall, and she sat, and she stared out the window for a time, and she sat. Eventually, she picked up a set of paper and an emerald-set quill.

“What’s that you’re writing, darling?” came Felix’s voice from across the room, and she nearly sighed in annoyance, a direct contrast to the way her head snapped toward the sound.

There shouldn’t be a melody to that voice, she thought. Not when he only seems to initiate conversation at the exact moments I’ve decided to do something for myself.

“To the opera house,” she responded as he entered the room.

“Again? I thought they’d rejected you.”

“On the grounds that they were scared to hire me, they said, lest they write my role not fully to your liking and lose their concessions wares because of it.”

“Pish, posh.”

“Do you think, my love,” she asked, standing and moving to him, “that…well, would you dictate something I can write here, to reassure them? They’ll take your word over mine.”

“There wouldn’t be a point,” he said flippantly. “Besides, they’re right. Just keep singing for my radio commercials, darling; the customers love it. I can’t imagine you needing anything else. They’re installing our new grand piano next week, you can have all the little fun you’d like on that…”

Throughout this speech, he’d been digging through the pockets of his impeccably tailored blazer, eventually producing a cigarette.

“Give me a light, pet?”

She gritted her teeth as she lit his cigarette, and he brought it to his lips with a smile. She hated when he called her that.

It used to make her feel…wanted, wanted when nobody else did.

Now it just felt…

“I want to share my work,” she said, pushing aside the previous thoughts and pushing forward the previous conversation. “I want to have a genuine impact on the world.”

“And you will, I swear it. Once Fickelgruber Chocolate’s advertisements started using your voice, sales went up nearly twenty percent, and they’re only growing; if that’s not impact, what is?”

With that, he kissed her before she could give an answer-there was a time I would have romanticized that taste of cigarette smoke-took the half-finished letter, folded it so crisply it nearly ripped, and tossed it into the gold-leaf wastebasket.

“Felix-”

“Just wait until the new radio spots are released. It’ll be marvelous, darling.”

She should have known this was how it would be.

It had seemed too good to be true in the moment. To receive, after a performance in her home city, not only the praises of a world-famous chocolatier but also an offer to travel to and perform in his world-famous city, and later a proposal-albeit more businesslike than romantic-to be set for life, to provide for her struggling family; although, she’d come to learn, her husband would have wanted nothing whatsoever to do with her if he had known of her humble origins.

He’d just never bothered to ask.

Well, save for once-

“I assume you come from a good family?”

“Oh, yes, they’re the warmest souls you could ever-”

“Wonderful.”

I grew up nowhere near those obsessions with reputation; how was I to know he meant “good” in that sense?

Before she truly knew him, she had liked him. Felix was undeniably smart, and not unhandsome; she thought him to have a solid wit and an intriguing way of speech, with eyes and hands that would have been attractive on a kinder man. The clean lines and deep green hues that seemed to follow him everywhere suited her well, and she used to have reason to believe that association with him might give her a platform to create positive change, that he saw her as an equal in ambition and intellect.

Once they were married, once she’d seen him with the rest of his Cartel and realized the depth of his disdain, arrogance, classism, and general apathy for anything that was not himself, that reason to believe had dwindled faster than a sweet drop of hot chocolate on a waiting tongue.

…Not to mention that I could practically see him almost rescind his proposal when he learned I’m lactose intolerant.

But she’d suffered through the resulting throataches and occasional days of less-than-stellar singing that came with the barrage of dairy-filled sweets as she was announced to the world as the famed chocolatier’s fiancee, telling their story (which Felix embellished quite often) to the press over and over again.

“Yes, that’s right,” she remembered him saying on the television broadcast that announced the engagement, “my little songbird has finally found her golden cage.”

She had winced, forced to make it seem like a smile in the face of the blinding sea of flashbulbs. That had been the first moment in which she couldn’t ignore the deeper feeling that this was wrong, and she wondered if anyone watching would notice her flash of pain.

What she didn’t know was that, thousands of miles away, in the middle of a far-off ocean, a boy on a ship had been holding a tiny transmission screen (assisted somewhat by magic in order to obtain a stronger signal), eager to see the news about one of his idols, and that, despite his core tendency to give the benefit of the doubt, that idol lost a bit of his respect that day.

I shouldn’t have done this.

But if my family was still starving, all because I wanted to wait for someone kinder, someone who’d support my dreams, I couldn’t forgive myself.

She was startled from her thoughts by a shout calling from below the office, followed by…

A song.

Felix discarded his cigarette and went to the window, posturing into a lean against its frame, and Florence followed. His arm slunk around her waist, so her hand found its way to his chest; it was the portrait pose again, the frozen frame, the unspoken understanding.

I do love acting.

But I don’t know how much longer I can take a life of…offstage performances.

The boy in the center of the Galeria, though, seemed not to be putting on a persona for the crowd, but rather infusing his entire soul into his song to them. He was indeed meaning to sell something, but his passion for it shone brightly in a way she’d never seen from a businessman, present company included. The people that were starting to surround this young man hailed from all walks of life, and he beamed at them all with the same sunlit smile.

With a flourish, he opened the lid of the jar of candy that he held, and-

Oh!-

Each piece of chocolate had flown from its container and flitted into the air, leading to a gasp of delight from the crowd. Florence was able to suppress her own squeal, but couldn’t stop a flex of the hand, involuntarily causing her to grasp her husband’s tie.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Fickelgruber said, clearly misunderstanding his wife’s reaction, and with the tone of his voice clearly opposite of his words. “His charm over them will be…short-lived. Our business is perfectly safe.”

The boy finished his song to rapturous applause, and it took every ounce of Florence’s theatrical training to keep from joining it. She felt a shift next to her, and looked to the side to see her husband making pointed eye contact with his colleagues in their respective offices. The smirk that used to set her soul aflame-before she’d learned what it could mean-formed slowly across his face.

“Florence?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Go home.”

“I-”

“We’ll take care of him. Go home.”

Saying this, he left her side and swiftly went out of the office, presumably to join forces with the rest of the Cartel in terrorizing the poor young man.

The moment Felix’s presence could no longer be felt, Florence let out a breath.

Turning back to the window, she considered the boy, who was wholly wrapped up in the joy of his work having an impact on those who witnessed it.

Tentatively, and with the slight smile of a small rebellion, she turned the window’s handle and stepped out onto the office’s balcony.

She wouldn’t let his light be dimmed in the same way she thought hers was.

And she would certainly not go home.

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #wonka x reader #willy wonka x reader #wonka #willy wonka #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet fic #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee x reader #timothée chalamet #mat baynton #mathew baynton #mat baynton x reader #mathew baynton x reader #fiytwtb #wonka fanfiction #wonka fanfic

[thecinematicalgorithm]

Can't Catch Me Now: Lucy Gray and Katniss Story-Tie Analysis

I have not been on Tumblr much over the past couple of years but with the coming film The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes on its way I knew I'd be dusting this old page off. The Hunger Games series is one of my all-time favorite book series and the films are some of my favorite book-to-film adaptations, so to say I am pumped for this upcoming movie is an understatement. And to top it all, I have been obsessing over Olivia Rodrigo's new song Can't Catch Me Now, which if you've read the prequel, you'll know that it perfectly ties Lucy Gray's story to Katniss' journey. As always I want to warn anyone who might read this that spoilers for the upcoming film and Suzanne Collins' novel lie ahead. Also fair warning, this is super long cause I don't know how to be concise.

In preparation for the prequel film I have re-read TBOSAS and I am currently re-reading the original THG series (I am currently on Catching Fire, if anyone cares to know lol). I am also planning on a movie marathon the week of the prequel release, which I fully intend on subjecting my boyfriend to as he recently admitted he has only ever seen the first (and I simply cannot let him continue living life with no clue on how wonderful Peeta Mellark is). With that said, I have had a few thoughts, which I wanted to share before the release knowing that I will certainly have more thoughts after I have seen the film.

Honestly, I am going to be ridiculously obsessed for the next several weeks. I also know I wrote a couple of analyses on the differences between Snow and Katniss and the early games vs. the later games, which I will re-post so people can read them if they haven't before.

Enough chit-chat though let's get to it.

The parallels between Katniss and Lucy Gray are quite extensive and beautiful despite the characters being in many ways polar opposites. There is the saying that "Lucy Gray Baird is a performer made to hunt while Katniss is a hunter made to perform". This is a great summary of their overall character profile, and while I may at some point do a breakdown of Lucy Gray vs Katniss, I first want to write about how Lucy Gray and Katniss' story are far more connected than some might have realized. Part of the realization for me actually came while listening to Olivia's new song.

The chorus of the song reads as:

But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze

My footsteps on the ground

You'll see my face in every place

But you can't catch me now

Through wading grass, the months will pass

You'll feel it all around

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere

But you can't catch me now

No, you can't catch me now

In terms of Katniss, I think it's been obvious for sometime that Snow particularly despises Katniss because she is a strong reminder of Lucy Gray Baird. She is a girl from District 12. She stood out during her Reaping, and swept the Captiol off their feet during her time in his city. She not only sang in the arena, but she sang a young girl "to sleep" with the very song Lucy Gray sang Maude Ivory to sleep. She used the Captiol's berries to save herself and Peeta, just as Lucy Gray used the Captiol's snakes to save herself. She wears a Mockingjay pin, the very bird which Snow undoubtedly relates to Lucy Gray and rebellion (far before it truly became the symbol of rebellion).

Katniss may not be like Lucy Gray in personality, but to Snow, Lucy Gray's spirit must seem very much alive in Katniss, and just as he tried desperately to rid the forests surrounding District 12 of mockingjays, this is one Mockingjay he wants to destroy.

The second verse of the song goes:

Bet you thought I'd never do it

Thought it'd go over my head

I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter

Be something easy to forget

Oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left

This verse summarizes Snow's mindset at the end of TBOSAS, as we know he thinks he is safe from the threat of Lucy Gray. Her games have been erased, as time passes "there will be a vague memory that a girl sang in the arena" and even that too shall pass. However, where he goes wrong is when he fails to understand the deep connection and love the other Covey share for Lucy Gray. Despite not seeing how the story ends for them, or even having a solid explanation of Lucy Gray's ending, we at least know that Lucy Gray and her songs were not wiped from existance. Whether they believed, as he supposed, that the mayor was responsible for Lucy Gray's disappearance does not erase their connection to her.

Snow may have chosen never to allow love to control him again, but he did not erase the love those children had for Lucy Gray. Her music became all they had left of her so you can bet they continued singing them and sharing them, even if they had to do it on the down low. (I also share the common fan theory that Maude Ivory is the grandmother to Katniss Everdeen, and I'm hoping the film confirms this). Either way, Katniss clearly learned those songs from somewhere, which for Snow would have been a siren's call from the great beyond that Lucy Gray did not pass with the winter and she was not as forgotten as he had hoped.

Then we go into the bridge of the song where Olivia sings:

You, you can't, you can't catch me now

I'm coming like a storm into your town

You can't, you can't catch me now

I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down (repeats)

This is my favorite part of the song. Not only is it moving and emotional but it ties so much of Lucy's story to Katniss'. Both girls were like storms in the Capitol, sweeping the people and the nation into their stories so they could not help but be invested. Both were near impossible to control, despite Snow's best efforts, and both had a spirit of hope greater than Snow's ability to crush the highest of hopes. There's also something deeper, which intended by Olivia or not, makes this song perfect for the series. The lines "I'm coming like a storm into your town" and "I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down" is sung from the point of view of Lucy Gray. Both bring to mind images of the rebellion in THG: Mockingjay. The rebels stormed into the Capitol and their hope was higher than the hopes and lives which Snow had already destroyed in an effort to quell the rebellion.

However, just like Katniss becoming the Mockingjay, or the symbol of the rebellion, Lucy Gray had become her music. She was the anthem of the rebellion. If Katniss inspired hope, Lucy Gray was that hope. The hope of freedom. Dead or not Lucy Gray was finally free and her song reflects that truth and the rebels clung to it. Dead or alive they would be free.

Furthermore, Lucy Gray's song not only led to the freedom of Panem, but it also led to the freedom of Peeta's mind from the lies and brainwashing inflicted on him in the Capitol. Remember, Katniss always associated Peeta with hope until Snow brainwashed him. And if you'll recall, Peeta's first true breakthrough in regaining his memory of Katniss and his love for her was when he heard her rendition of "The Hanging Tree". Lucy Gray not only stormed into the Capitol but she stormed into Peeta's muddled memory, and her music was higher than the hope Snow had brought down. Lucy Gray's song led Peeta and Panem into freedom, and it helped to restore Peeta as the hope and love of Katniss' life.

Lastly, the ending of the song greatly foreshadows Katniss' journey:

There's blood on the side of the mountain

It's turning a new shade of red

Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded

Don't burn the way you'd expect

Yeah, you thought that this was the end

Of course, we all know the end is far from over for Snow. As Lucy Gray told him once, "The Capitol show isn't over until the mockingjay sings". Katniss' story ends with her singing Lucy Gray's lullaby to her children. Katniss was the fire founded by Snow, and despite his best efforts, it didn't burn out or even burn the way he expected it to. The line "the fire you founded" is also perfect to describe Snow and Katniss' dynamic because in many ways Katniss was only a threat because Snow threatened her. It's the same dynamic as Harry and Voldemort's. If Voldemort had left Harry and his family well alone, Harry never would have been the perfect enemy to thwart him. In the same way, if Snow had left Katniss and her friends and family well alone, she may never have come for him the way she did or joined the rebellion.

Interestingly enough, if Prim's name had never been called not only would the rebellion most likely have been avoided, but Lucy Gray's music may very well have been truly forgotten. Assuming Katniss is the only one left who actually remembers the songs, we know from reading the books that Katniss does not like or want to sing simply because they are painful reminders of her father. If Prim had never been threatened and Katniss had never been a contender in the games she would have been subjected to a life of mining and may have let the songs fade from memory as she lived out her miserable slave life in District 12.

But as we know that's not what happens, and instead the memory of Lucy Gray and her music is forced from Snow as Katniss is forced onto this journey proving the memory of Lucy Gray is very much still alive except this time Snow can't catch her now.

Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Please share your thoughts if you'd like!

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #suzanne collins #lucy gray baird #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #coriolanus snow #maude ivory #mockingjay #olivia rodrigo #tbosas spoilers #tbosas

[lloydfrontera]

a list of crimes bk moon has committed against me personally with the sequel in no particular order but you will Know which ones i feel more strongly about anyway:

javier smiling to himself and getting all nostalgic as he watches rakiel because he reminds him so very much of lloyd

like seriously this man cannot stop comparing the two of them and getting quietly happy because it brings back fond memories it is heartbreaking he literally has to remind himself to not get swept in sentimentality several times every time he talks with rakiel

and as if that wasn't enough damian and rakiel remind him so much of himself and lloyd that he ends up offering to help them without even thinking about it. like. he feels so identified with them, remembering how hard it had been for him and lloyd to go through that whole ordeal on their own that he just. tells them they have his support before he even realized what he's doing. he wasn't planning on doing that. good work on not getting sentimental babe.

when lloyd and javier are on a call planning how to defeat the demon king, despite the awful circumstances javier can't help but smile and then laugh at himself because no matter how terrible the situation is he still finds it enjoyable to prepare for something with lloyd like they used to do. "it was a feeling similar to a distant longing. or a joy that felt like going back to the past"

javier is pining so hard. like. it's insane.

AND HE JUST KEEPS SMILING SOFTLY WHENEVER HE GETS CONFIRMATION THAT LLOYD STILL HASN'T CHANGED HE'S STILL THE SAME PERSON JAVIER SPENT HIS LIFE WITH SOMEONE SEDATE ME

anyway

lloyd asking rakiel about javier. asking how he's doing. acting all nonchalant about it even kind of annoyed. and then once he's alone. sighing and then smiling faintly. "like the smile he used to smile at someone"

"'so you're doing well? i'm glad' a feeling that blooms for a moment. a memory that's suddenly missed."

i am. going to fucking explode.

and then. there's their actual face-to-face conversation. which. oh my god. i don't even know what to start with.

javier always saying "it's been a while lloyd-nim" no matter how long it has been since they last talked?? because any time at all is too long???

lloyd saying that if anyone hears him say that they'll think they're gyeonwoo and jiknyeo. y'know. the mythical forbidden lovers that live in different realms and can only meet when the stars align so to speak.

y'know. just casually comparing your protagonists to one of the most romantic and tragic couples in mythology. no biggie.

and again. javier smiling when he sees that lloyd is still just the way he was when they were together. hello. hi. can i help you.

lloyd knowing exactly how long it's been since they saw each other in person. down to the very day. "107 years, 7 months and 17 days".

javier getting really, really, really happy about it. about lloyd still being the same. and thinking that, maybe, lloyd feels the same way deep down.

lloyd being so very, very casual about saying "it's been a while so i'm glad to see you" very specifically calling back to the very thing javier says to him whenever they talk.

and then. and then javier. thinking as he sees lloyd leave. that it was really nice to meet him after so long. and that the sight of him leaving still felt the same as it did before. and wondering if those gyeonwoo and jiknyeo lloyd mentioned before felt like this too.

javier. comparing what he feels at seeing lloyd leave. to what the cowherd and the weaver girl felt at separating again.

bk moon i am crawling on your ceiling

anyway if this novel doesn't end with the barriers between hell and heaven falling apart so lloyd and javier can spend the rest of eternity together instead of helplessly pinning over the other and reminiscing over the lifetime they already spent together i will throw someone off a bridge <3

#i talk a lot <3 #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers #crown prince selling medicine #lloyd frontera #javier frontera #llojavi #this is. not even all of it. i skipped some of the smaller stuff but. god there's a lot of small stuff. #it's ridiculous #anyway i'm fine and normal and totally didn't get actual heart palpitations after binging all 80 chapters i hadn't read of the sequel #wasn't actually physically shaking as a i read all of this of course #bk moon pagame la terapia maldito #bad translation disclaimer maybe some day for some miracle we'll get an actual translation but for now bear with the choppy translation #and perhaps biased interpretation lol #crown prince sells medicine #cpsm

[morbid-mutt]

This is just a little thing I wrote after being inspired by the AI Cover Swing - Simon "Ghost" Riley. I hope you enjoy! Look forward to more COD fics in the future. (Especially König, my beloved)

Music cascaded through the dimly lit club as the scent of cigars filled the air. Y/N stood near one of the several bars situated throughout the establishment, dressed in a sleek black button-up and black trousers that hugged his form. The Private's eyes scanned over the mass of dancing bodies, the earpiece he wore buzzing to life before Price's voice invaded his senses. 

"Alright, men. Gather any intel you can manage about the Narcos deal with Russia. Keep a low profile. We meet up at midnight."

With that, Y/N pushed away from the bar with a drink held in his hand as he ventured through the crowd. He would be lying if he didn't say he was nervous. This was his first big mission after joining Task Force 141, and he was determined to make an impression. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Gaz casually chatting with a stunning woman with his arm slung across her shoulders. The older soldier caught his gaze over her shoulder before nodding, the smile returning to his face as he engaged the woman again. 

Y/N situated himself in a far corner of the club, hoping to get a better vantage point of the bustling crowd. His ear pricked at the sound of hushed voices exchanging words back and forth in Spanish.

"Fucking gringos. Why the fuck is Valeria even making a deal with these idiots." 

Y/N's eyes narrowed at the sound of the infamous Sin Nombre's actual name, casually bringing the glass of scotch to his lips and taking a sip. The liquor burned in his throat and warmed his body as it slid down to settle in his belly. Bingo.

"Keep it down. Do you want to get your shit kicked in by one of Makarov's men?" 

Y/N clenched his jaw as he fought the creeping tension gathering in his shoulders. This mission was intended to be recon only, but this might be stickier than planned. He tossed his head back, downing the remainder of his drink before setting the empty glass down on a nearby table with a clink. 

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He knew he had to act fast if they were going to gather any helpful information before the night was over. He scanned the room once more, taking note of the exits and the location of his team members. He spotted Soap near the dance floor, blending in with the crowd effortlessly as he gathered intel. He was glad to have experienced soldiers like Soap and Gaz on his team.

As Y/N made his way toward the group of men speaking in Spanish, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear in his gut. What if he got caught? What if he blew his cover? But he pushed those thoughts aside, reminding himself of his training and the importance of this mission.

He approached the group with a confident stride, his expression neutral. "Excuse me, gentlemen. Mind if I join you?" he said in flawless Spanish, a small smile playing on his lips. The men looked him up and down, sizing him up before one of them spoke up.

"What do you want?" he said, eyeing Y/N suspiciously.

Y/N kept his cool, "Just some friendly conversation. I couldn't help but overhear your discussion about El Sin Nombre's deal with Makarov. Care to share any more details?"

The men looked at each other, weighing their options before one of them spoke up. "Why should we trust you?"

Y/N took a step closer, his eyes locking with the man's. "Because I'm a businessman, just like you. And I know a good deal when I see one." 

The men exchanged a few more words in Spanish before one of them leaned in and whispered something in Y/N's ear. Y/N nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he made mental notes of everything he was hearing.

As the group dispersed, Y/N returned to the bar, his mind racing with the information he had gathered. He needed to warn the others before things got out of hand. His eyes swept over the club before settling on a familiar masked face. 

The Private pushed his way through the crowd of swaying bodies as he approached the edge of the dance floor. Y/N stopped a few feet from the Lieutenant, suppressing a snicker at the large man's appearance. He was dressed in an outfit much similar to his own, with the addition of a surgical-style skull mask covering half of his face. His tousled blonde hair was slicked back with gel. Even from where he stood, he could see the outline of his powerful muscles where the button-up clung to him.

Y/N was used to seeing the Brit dressed in his standard tactical gear, so seeing him dressed like this was almost funny. Ghost's eyes narrowed at the sound, turning to face the nearby Private. He approached the shorter male in a few quick strides as the current song faded out. 

Y/N shook his head, the smile tugging at his lips faltering as he looked up at him. He needed to stay focused on the mission. 

"LT, I gathered intel on a possible meeting. Sounds like Valeria and Makarov are going to gather here tonight."

Riley's eyes flickered between the people surrounding them as trumpets blared, signaling the beginning of the next song. Y/N nearly jumped out of his skin as a rough, calloused hand wrapped around his wrist. "Blend in." 

"What-?" The Private's words stuck in his throat as his superior tugged him onto the dance floor. "Just follow my lead."

Ghost's hand lifted to rest on his waist as his other hand slid down to capture Y/N's hand in his. The Private's eyes widened in surprise as he stuttered up at the larger man. 

"S-Sir, I don't know how to-"

Y/N stumbled a bit as Ghost led him onto the dance floor but soon found his footing as the rhythm of the music took hold of him. As they moved together, Y/N couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement coursing through him. The way Ghost moved was like nothing he had ever seen before, his body fluid and graceful as he led Y/N in a passionate dance.

The Private's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up into Ghost's eyes, feeling a connection between them that he couldn't explain. Ghost's eyes never left Y/N's as they moved together, their bodies pressed close as they swayed to the music.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh as Ghost spun him by his hand, jumping as another set of hands gripped his hips. Suddenly, he found himself pressed against a different body, looking up at the smirking face of Sergeant "Soap" MacTavish. "Evening, Private. Can I have this dance?"

The Private's voice was caught in his throat, unable to answer as Soap's hands moved to wrap his arms around his broad shoulders before returning his own hands to Y/N's hips. 

Soap wasn't nearly as graceful with his movements as Ghost's, swaying their bodies together to the rhythm of the music. The smirk on the Sergeant's face never faltered as their feet shuffled against the floor. Y/N couldn't fight the smile that pulled at his own lips, finding his superior's playful nature infectious. 

It wasn't long before Ghost's arms wrapped around him once more, pulling his back against his muscled body as he danced between the two men. "Alright, Y/N. Give us the low down." Ghost's gruff voice thrummed against his ear, slightly muffled by his mask. The Private struggled to find his voice with Soap's hand pressed against the small of his back while Ghost's hands rested on either of his hips. 

"I-I'm not sure when or where, but it sounds like Sin Nombre and Makarov are meeting tonight. Overheard it from a few of Valeria's men."

Soap grunted in acknowledgment while his hips continued to sway in tandem with the other two men. "Doesn't sound too good. LT? What should we do?" Ghost hummed in thought, his intense blue gaze meeting the Sergeant's. "I'm not too sure, Johnny. Relay with Price and see what he thinks is the best move."  

Soap released Y/N from his grasp, nodding his head to the two. He leaned down with a smirk as his eyes connected with the Private’s gaze, “Well, we’ll have to finish this another time then, won’t we?”  before disappearing into the crowd. Ghost spun the Private in his hands, returning to their dancing position once again. 

As the song reached its climax, Ghost spun Y/N around before dipping him low, their faces just inches apart. Y/N's breath caught in his throat as he looked up at the man who held him so effortlessly.

His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, his cheeks warming into a blush at the close proximity of Ghost's masked face. A crowd had gathered around them, watching the performance between the trio. There was a buzz of static in his ear before Price's voice came over the earpiece. 

"So much for a low profile. Alright, lovebirds. Focus on the mission." 

Ghost cleared his throat before lifting Y/N upright once more. His hand lingered on the Private's waist, if only for a moment, before he leaned down to speak against his ear. "Good work." The Lieutenant let his hand fall from the curve of Y/N's hip before pushing his way through the crowd of dancing bodies. 

Y/N's heart pounded in his chest as he stood there, unable to process what had just happened. He shook the clouded thoughts from his mind before returning to the bar. He raised a hand to flag over the bartender, raising his voice to speak above the music that had begun to play once more. “Bossman, another scotch, if you will.” 

Just as he was bringing the glass of his drink to his lips, Price’s voice sounded over the comms. “Evac in 10. Too many civilians to engage with the Narcos and Makarov’s men.” Y/n let out a sigh before tossing his head back and downing the scotch in one gulp, the liquor warming his body. The Private sighed as he pushed away from the bar and approached the club entrance, where he met up with the rest of his teammates. Gaz had a shit-eating grin on his expression while his eyes flitted between Ghost, Soap, and Y/N. 

“Lose the smirk, Garrick.” Ghost’s rough voice barked as Soap lifted his hand to hide the laugh that escaped him. A large SUV pulled up just outside the doors and honked its horn. The group of soldiers filed out the door before climbing into the waiting vehicle. Y/N found himself between the two men for the second time of the night, his cheeks involuntarily warming with a blush as he was practically squeezed between their hulking forms. 

Y/N dared a glance up at Ghost, noticing he was staring straight ahead, his face creased in its usual stoic and unreadable expression. He turned his head before looking up at the Scotsman on his other side, who caught his glance and winked slyly down at him. The Private cleared his throat and forced his eyes forward, his stomach clenching with nerves. The drive back to the base felt like it went on for an eternity; an odd tension crackling in the air between the Private and his superiors sat on either side of him.  ---

Several days had passed since Task Force 141’s undercover mission, and Y/N found himself sitting in the briefing room as Captain Price discussed the next steps in their plan to infiltrate the deal between their enemies. His eyes were trained forward on his Captain as he spoke, paying close attention to his instructions before a quiet humming caught his attention. Wait. Is that what he thought it was? Y/N glanced over at Ghost, who sat a few seats away, the blue orbs of his eyes focused on his underling as he hummed. The Private could tell from the slight crinkle of Ghost’s eyes through the hole in his mask that he was smirking. 

He blinked his eyes rapidly before turning his head back towards the front of the room. He must be imagining things. Just as he started paying attention to Price’s words once more, he heard it again. This time, the humming was accompanied by the sound of someone’s foot tapping against the tile floor. There’s no way this was actually happening. 

Y/N turned his head to stare at the duo with an incredulous expression on his face. The Lieutenant was humming the melody of the song that they had danced to as Soap’s foot tapped the beat with his boot. The Sergeant’s lips tugged into a smirk once he saw that Y/N had noticed their actions. The Private’s cheeks burned even hotter as he forced his gaze forward again, desperately fighting to stay focused on the briefing. 

Once the meeting was over, Y/N made his way into the common room of the barracks, settling down onto one of the couches with a sigh. He let his eyes fall closed as his head leaned back against the cushioned seat. This upcoming mission wasn’t going to be easy by any means and likely dangerous. He was determined to earn his place amongst the other soldiers on his team, so he would give it his best no matter what. His mind was so distracted that he didn’t notice when an all too familiar duo made their way into the room, only opening his eyes when a quiet click sounded from the corner of the room. 

Music began to play from a speaker as Y/N sat up from his position on the couch, his eyes widening as he looked at his superior officers. “I said we’d have to finish this later, didn’t I?” Soap said, his voice laced with his thick Scottish accent. Ghost silently made his way to the couch, taking Y/N’s hand in his own before leading him into the middle of the room. 

The Private’s voice caught in his throat, unable to form words aside from stuttering unintelligibly. The thoughts of the upcoming mission completely disappeared from his mind, only able to focus on the feeling of Ghost’s rough hand against his own as he lifted it up to wrap around his shoulder before doing the same with his other arm. The Lieutenant’s own hands shifted to rest on his hips, guiding them to sway to the sound of the music. 

Shortly after, another pair of hands joined Ghost’s on his hips as he felt Soap’s body press warmly against his back. Y/N stammered as his cheeks burned hot yet again, overwhelmed by the closeness of his teammates. He could practically feel the warm breath of Soap’s words against the shell of his ear as he spoke. “Ya know, Simon and I have been talking. About that night..” 

Ghost gave a slight nod of his head in agreement, his eyes staring intently down at Y/N as Soap continued, “We couldn’t help but notice how perfectly you fit between us when we were dancing..” Y/N’s mouth dropped open, unable to process the words that were being spoken. Soap’s lips moved to brush against the nape of his neck, goosebumps raising against his skin. The Private gulped loudly as a shiver ran through his body at the feeling of lips against his sensitive neck. 

“So what do you say, kid?” Ghost finally spoke up, his gruff voice tinged with something that Y/N couldn’t read. The Brit leaned down, invading his personal space as the trio swayed to the beat of the music. “Wanna be our dancing partner?” 

Soap’s lips brushed against his neck as he spoke again, his fingers tightening their grip on his hips, “Please, say yes.” Heat spread through Y/N’s body as he hesitated momentarily, mulling over his thoughts. Finally, he breathed in a trembling breath before nodding his head, “Y-yeah, alright.”

With that, Soap’s lips tugged into a smile before he began pressing kisses along Y/N’s neck and shoulders. Ghost chuckled deeply in his chest before releasing one hand from the Private’s hip, reaching up to push his mask just beneath his nose. His scarred lips were quirked into a smile of his own as he leaned down further, his eyes seeking permission in the Private’s eyes. 

Y/N gave a minute nod of his head before Ghost’s lips pressed against his own in a slow kiss. Butterflies crashed around the Private’s stomach as he returned the kiss, wracking his brain. This didn’t feel real. Was he dreaming? Johnny’s voice whispered against his ear as the Lieutenant pulled away from the kiss. “My turn now.” The Sergeant’s gloved hand moved from his hip to cup the smaller male’s cheek, guiding his head to look over his shoulder as his lips pressed against Y/N’s. The prickle of his stubble rubbed against his chin as he returned the kiss once more. 

Soap pulled away from the kiss with a smile, his hand returning to his hip as the song drew to an end; the three men lost in their own little world, even if only for the night. 

“Stay with me, Sway with me.~”

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap cod #ghost cod #john mactavish #soap x reader x ghost #polyamory #male reader #m!reader #cod mw2 #fluff #john price #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz garrick #vladimir makarov #valeria garza

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In The Stars

ONE: The Mandalorian

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a/n: this is my first attempt at something like this! pleas be nice... i hope u all like it. also din has razor crest for my convenience din djarin x fem!reader 3.5k words chapter summary: you've run into him, what, three times now? you're fed up, but you don't expect how quickly your life changes after you're swept into his reality warnings: violence, blood, weapons 18+ MDNI

The first time you had bumped into him during a market. You were distracted, talking to a shopkeeper, and stumbled backwards into hard metal. Glancing back, you mumbled, “Sorry.” You didn’t expect to see a mandalorian behind you, blood turning cold and smile dropping. You didn’t know much about mandalorians, save for the stigma that surrounded them as merciless warriors. “I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t see you and-” He interjected, “It’s fine.” Looking down, you noticed he carried something in his arms. Something green and…alive? Before you could crane your neck to get a better look, he turned and began walking away. You were always a curious person, and although you had heard plenty of stories about the cruelty of mandalorians, this one didn’t seem all that bad. He was pretty nice to you, if not quiet. “Miss?” The shopkeeper called to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

The second time, he was running. Whether it was from something or after something, you didn’t know. You caught a flash of familiar armor, then you had been unceremoniously pushed to the side. “Hey-” You began, but he was gone before you could defend yourself. You frowned, not having been able to say anything. You knew some mandalorians now worked as bounty hunters, or took other odd jobs. It was probably best to let him do his own thing.

The third time, you were working in a tapcaf. He was seated with someone who looked very shady to you. An informant maybe? You shook your head, reminding yourself whatever he did was not your business. “What can I get for you two today?” You asked. A babble sounded from beside the mandalorian, and you looked to see a little green creature of a species you couldn’t name. “Sorry, what can I get for you three?” The modulator crackled as a low voice responded, “Waters. Two.” The greasy looking person grinned and replied, “You.”

You recoiled in disgust and said, “Not on the menu.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Khoan. That’s enough.” The mandalorian said.

“Stay out of it, Mando. This has nothing to do with you.”

“But our business does.”

The person- Khoan is what you assumed his name was- narrowed his eyes and finally said, “I’ll have whatever your strongest drink is.” You nodded, walking away and heaving a sigh of relief. Why did the mandalorian actually help you? You didn’t even know him. Whatever the reason, you were very grateful. You returned, setting the drinks on the table, and by the time you came back to check on them, they were gone. All that remained were credits paying for their drinks.

Today, you are walking through another night market, on your home planet of Naboo. The twinkling lights strung like a canopy over the stalls always mesmerize you. Suddenly, you’re pushed aside yet again, and you shout, “Hey!” To your surprise, he actually stops, jet black visor turning to face you. You gulp, realizing you didn’t actually know what to do now. Quickly regaining yourself, you point at him and angrily say, “This is the second time you’ve done this. Were you ever planning on saying sorry? Or even acknowledging my existence before you shove me?” He stares and you purse your lips, standing in silence. “Um, you know what- it’s fine actually.” You finally concede, looking away. “Sorry.” He responds. Searching the crowd yet again, he mumbles under his breath. Did he lose a target or something? Now you feel bad. “Um, is there anything I can help you look for? I’ve lived here all my life, and there are a lot of people, but maybe I can help you find something.” He notes your unsure tone of voice, but is at a loss himself. He knows he wouldn’t be able to find the target again- not easily. “Come with me.” He walks away briskly and you almost have to jog to keep up with him. Once in an alley, he stops and searches for a holopuck in his bag. Before he brings it up to view, he instructs, “Listen carefully. You are going to go home after this, and you are not going to tell anyone about what happens here. I need you to tell me where to find this person.” A blue-tinted holographic picture comes into view, and you tilt your head. “Haro Javand? I know him, we went to school together. What did he do?”

“Unimportant. I need you to think of where he could be and take me there.”

You think for a moment, then recall once hearing Haro talk about some secret place in an alley near a popular store. “I think I know where he may be. I overheard him talking to one of his friends about some secret meetup near a busy store. He never was very good at keeping secrets, nor was he very smart.” You say, mostly to yourself. The mandalorian nods.

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You warn the mandalorian, “We’re nearly there, we’ll have to be quiet.” You turn into an alley and motion to the mandalorian to stay where he was. He slowly nods, wary. You walk up to a door that looks heavier than the rest and take a deep breath before knocking. It cracks open, an unknown Twi’lek answering, “What business do you have here?” 

“I’m here to see Haro Javand.”

“Haro, eh? You can come in, I guess.” 

You step into what looked like an underground bar, the mandalorian following you before the door can close. He quickly takes out his blaster as the patrons begin to panic, nobody knowing who he's here for. Haro sees you and quickly pulls you into his grasp, holding his own blaster against your head. The bar quiets. “Easy now, mandalorian. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, now would we?” You struggle against Haro’s grasp, noticing he’s murmuring something into a commlink. In a strained voice, you manage to say, “He doesn’t even know me.”

“Is that right? Then I suppose he wouldn’t mind if I just shot you right now.” 

You see Haro’s finger slightly squeeze the trigger, and shut your eyes. You hear a blaster shoot, and the arm around you falls limp. Before you can register what is happening the mandalorian takes your wrist and nearly drags you out of the bar. As you try to keep up with the mandalorian’s running pace, you ask, “Where are we going?” “Razor crest.” Is all he says. You weave in and out of crowds, followed by people from the underground bar, blasters in hand. Lungs burning and legs aching, you barely notice the crowd screaming and people hurriedly moving out of the way. Finally, after running for what felt like forever, you reach a ship. The mandalorian ushers you inside, closing the door behind you and rushing to the cockpit. Before you know it, you’re flying into the sky, the only world you have ever known shrinking into a speck among the stars. You crouch beside the mandalorian, index finger extended towards the little green creature you had seen before. You and the mandalorian have been sitting in silence for probably fifteen minutes now. He finally sighs, “This isn’t what I wanted.” The creature grasps your finger with a tiny hand, cooing happily. The beskar helmet turns to you. “I’m sorry.” You raise your head to meet his gaze. You look like a lost puppy to him, mouth in a frown, eyebrows knit into a worried expression. “Why are you sorry? I’m the one who stopped you and made you lose him in the first place.” You say softly. 

“You never should have gotten involved. It was too dangerous.”

Looking away, you reply, “I’m sorry. I wanted to help. I thought I could help…” 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.” Your mouth turns upwards, “Then you don’t be sorry either.” He nods wordlessly. “Um,” You wonder. “Why did you take me to your ship, though?” A moment passes, then he replies, “He was part of a criminal group. A pretty big one. The rest of them will be coming after us now. Couldn’t leave you there to die.” You ponder the current situation. What will become of you? You have no survival skills whatsoever, and what of your family? Surely they would notice you were gone. The child pulls you out of your thoughts, grasping your finger again. You smile at the shining helmet, now focused on the dashboard. “Thanks.” You say. He looks down at you again, almost as if he didn’t understand what you just said. “I said thank you. For saving me.” You repeat. “You’re welcome.” A few more minutes of silence passes, then you yawn. “Quarters are on the first level.”

“Huh?” You ask.

“You should sleep. Quarters are on the first level.”

“Oh, right.”

You get up and stretch, shuffling to the door. “Goodnight, Mando.” He doesn’t respond. The doors hiss as they open and shut, and you climb down the ladder to the first floor. You survey your surroundings. A small fresher, a weapons locker, a door, which you assume is the bed, and… a carbonite freezer. You shudder at the thought. You open the door to the quarters, revealing a cot. It wasn’t much, but you don’t mind. It was kind enough of him to take you with him. You lay on the cot, sighing. It isn’t nearly as comfortable as your bed at home, but you aren’t at home. You drift off to the sounds of space.

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Your eyes flutter open, memories of the previous day flooding back. The room around you is pitch black. You wonder if you can even call the tiny space a room- it’s just big enough to hold the cot you slept in. You get up and open the door, greeted by the blinding light in the main area of the first level. Your back aches as you trudge to the fresher, turning on the shower. You wash yourself quickly, afraid the mandalorian might forget you were here and walk in. Climbing the ladder to the cockpit, you hear the quiet humming of space. The mandalorian is slumped into his chair, and the child is similarly asleep in his floating pod. Nervously shaking his shoulder, you whisper, “Mando?” He wakes with a start, and his hand flies up to hold your wrist in a painfully tight grasp. Once he realizes it’s you, he drops his hand. “What do you need?” He asks in a gravelly voice. “Um, I’m hungry.” You reply meekly. “Rations are downstairs. In storage.” You nod, quickly leaving. Finding the food, you add some water to make portion bread. You tear the loaf, shoving pieces into your mouth. You can’t remember the last time you ate, and for some reason, the bread tastes so good. You also note the other supplies, including bandages. You take some, knowing you're clumsy and like to be prepared. Finishing the bread, you return to the cockpit. You’ve figured out by now that Mando doesn’t talk much, but you hate silence. You simply ramble to the child, telling him all about your life on Naboo, how you miss the fruit, and your family. “He sounds lovely.” Mando says with a lilt. “What?” You question. You didn’t even know he was listening. 

“Your father.”

“Oh. He just… cares about the family a lot.”

“Sounds like all he cares about is his image.”

You sit there, not knowing how to respond. “Sorry.” He says. “I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay. You’re right.”

He turns the chair to face you, saying, “We’re going to Coruscant.”

“Really? I’ve never been there.”

“It’s… nice.”

As the razor crest nears the planet, you grow excited. You’ve heard stories about the bustling city, but had never been able to go. Entering the atmosphere, you immediately notice the lights, which brighten the space of the cockpit. Landing on a dock, you step out of the ship and look around in amazement. A gloved hand lands on your shoulder, and the mandalorian says, “Stay close.” As you walk through the city, you can’t help but look around in wonder. Everything is so bright and shiny, you smile at the thought of a new world for you to explore. A voice calling to you breaks your daze. “Hey. I said stay close.” The mandalorian and his little companion make their way back to you, with the child reaching out to hold your hand. You gladly give it to him, and you were led to a hotel. “You’ll be staying here tonight,” Mando starts. “I have a bounty.” You frown. “You need rest too.” 

“I’ll rest when I’m dead.”

“Not under my watch. You’re sleeping too.” 

He huffs and walks inside the large building. While the mandalorian checks in at the front desk, you chat with the child. “I’m sorry, I’ve never asked you for your name. Mine is y/n.” “Grogu.” A familiar voice interrupts. 

“Huh?”

“His name is Grogu.” 

“I like it.” 

“Let’s head up.”

Exiting the turbolift, the mandalorian leads you to your room. He opens the door and lets you and Grogu in first. “Mando, there’s um- there’s one bed.” He enters after you and grumbles, “I know. That’s because I won’t be staying.” You make your best angry face, but understand. That’s his line of work and he’s probably used to it. “I still think you should sleep. I don’t mind sharing.” You insist. He just walks to Grogu and pats him on the head, telling him, “Be good for her now.” Then he hands you a blaster. Your eyes widen, exclaiming, “I don’t know how to use one of these!” “You point and shoot.” He says deadpan. “I’ll be back.” And with that, he leaves. You take a long, relaxing shower and look after Grogu until you’re tired. Sometime during the night, the door slides open and closed, though you barely notice. You sleep so deeply that you also hardly register the thump of a body on your bed. When you wake up, though, it is certainly hard to miss the mandalorian asleep, covered in gashes. You softly gasp, but quickly get up to search the bag he likely tossed aside after he came in last night. You find exactly what you were looking for- bacta. “Mando?” You call softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to help you. I’m sorry if it hurts.” He groans. After taking a deep breath, you take out the bandages from the ship, and slather bacta on Mando’s wounds. He inhales sharply, but you keep working. After a few minutes of applying bacta and bandages, you leave to wash your hands. You dry your hands on a towel, and turn around to walk back, but you are met with Mando in the doorway of the bathroom. “Thank you.” He says. “Kriff, Mando, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad you’re okay.”

He holds your gaze for a moment. “I should probably wake up the kid.” You say, nudging past him. 

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Wandering around Coruscant feels magical. As you told the mandalorian, you had never left Naboo, you had only ever heard stories of places like this. “Mando,” You sheepishly ask. “Can I buy some new clothes? I feel bad asking and I don’t want to use your credits, but I really don’t want to stay in these forever and-” 

“Sure.”

You beam. The next hour or so consists of you walking in and out of shops, choosing clothes. You end up with a few new outfits and an exasperated mandalorian. In one shop, you try on a long dress in a dazzling green color. “Mando,” You bubble. “What do you think of this dress?” He says something you can't discern, probably in a language you don’t know, but you just brush it off. “I really like it! It’s so pretty and I love the color and it fits me well-”

“How much is it?”

Your smile drops. “Um. Maybe we should keep looking.”

“Uh huh.”

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Back in the razor crest, you watch Coruscant get smaller and smaller. “I’m sad we had to leave so soon.” You muse. Grogu babbles in response. “We’re going somewhere else now.” Mando says. “To Tatooine. I’m going to teach you how to use a blaster.” 

“What if I’m not good at it?” You wonder aloud. 

“Doesn’t matter. You will be once we’re done.”

“Hey Mando?”

“Hmm.”

“What’s your name?” You are met with silence. “Sorry. You probably can’t tell me, or maybe you don’t want to. Doesn’t matter either way, I shouldn’t have asked. It just occurred to me I don’t know anything about you.”

He thinks for a second. It seems like he knows so much about you: your name, your family, what you look like, who you really are. He has so much to hide. So much to protect. “Let’s try something.” You suggest. He looks over his shoulder at you. “What’s your favorite way to spend a day off?”

“Barely have any.”

“Do you like to travel?”

“...Yes.”

“Do you have a favorite holiday? Mine is the Festival of Light.”

“No.”

“What’s your favorite song?”

“I don’t listen to music much.”

“What?”

“I said I don’t-” You cut him off, “I know what you said. That’s terrible!” You rummage through some of the old belongings you have in your bag that you took when you left Naboo. “I have an old audiobulb, it’s practically an antique at this point, but it still works.” You leave out the part that it might explode if broken. You play a song you don’t know the name of, but you know the tune very well. As you dance to the jazzy music, Grogu squeals. You pick him up and spin, swaying to the music with him in your arms. Mando watches you and Grogu having fun. “We’re almost to Tatooine.” You set Grogu back in his pod and turn off the audiobulb, still laughing. You don’t even notice the visor trained on you as you tuck hair behind your ear. Before you can turn to look at Mando, his head snaps towards the dashboard. He presses some buttons, and you sit next to Grogu, absentmindedly talking with him. After landing, you notice you were in what seems to be a private area. You’re greeted by a loud lady as you walk out of the razor crest. “And who might you be? Mando, you never told me you have a lady friend!” She exclaims, taking your arm. “I don’t.” He says. “We’re on business.” You’re slightly upset at his answer, but you know there are a lot of complications that come with telling the truth. “There’s my little guy!” The loud lady exclaims, rushing to greet Grogu. “I’m leaving him with you for a bit. We have things to take care of.” Mando says. “Not a problem! See you later!”

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Far away from civilization, Mando sets up makeshift targets. He hands a blaster to you. “Alright, let’s see what we’re working with.” You nervously hold the blaster, aim the best you can, and fire, missing the target completely. You shrug and smile at him awkwardly. He walks behind you, puts his hands on yours, and walks you through shooting the blaster. He says a lot of things but, maker, how are you supposed to pay attention? How are you supposed to listen with the way you can feel the heat from his body? The way his gloves feel on yours, guiding your aim, and his helmet is next to your face. “Then you shoot.” He pulls the trigger and hits the target dead center. “Now you try.” He says, walking a few paces back. You barely processed anything he said, but you do your best to replicate what he had just done, and hit the target. It wasn’t perfect but you hit it! “Not bad.” Mando says. 

“Well, well, we’ve found you.” You spin around to see people with blasters. They’re probably who you were running from. You nervously look to Mando, who has already taken his blaster and started shooting. You decide to do the same, cursing the empty space around. If only there was some cover maybe you’d- Your thoughts are interrupted by searing pain in your arm. Then pain in your abdomen. You don’t want to look. Stars, you don’t want to, but you do and there's blood. A lot of it. Mando looks to you before quickly finishing off the criminals, then picks you up and walks away with you. You can only assume that you’re dreaming; this is so different from the mandalorian you know. Your thoughts trail off as the world turns dark.

#the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin #in the stars #slow burn #perhaps #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x you #x reader #star crossed lovers

[iamumbra195]

Living Different Lives

"I think the hardest part is choosing between doing what’s right and what’s easy and you still choose to go out and patrol with me, even though you don’t need to. I think Mom would be proud of you for that.” He knew he said the right thing when the other teen relaxed just a smidge, slightly proud of himself for the speech and– “Did you seriously just quote Dumbledore to me while trying to convince me to be a better person?”

Or

Miles Miles-42 bonding with some angst and a sprinkle of Aaron-42

His skin stung as he blocked three consecutive blows and sent a swift kick toward his opponent, letting out a startled yelp when his leg was caught and his other foot was swept out from beneath him, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Miles landed flat on his back, knocking the air out of his lungs as he groaned. “Y’know maybe I should stop holding back so much, you’d win way less,” he groused, throwing his counterpart an irritated look as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

The other Miles, who he had taken to calling Morales, raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Strength only takes you so far and I’d prefer that my bones remain intact. And you’re the one who said you wanted to learn, Spidey.”  

“Yeah, but learning requires you to actually teach and you’ve been having the time of your life beating me up,” Miles argued, giving Morales a flat look when he simply smirked in response.

“I mean, that is a major part of why I agreed to this,” Morales shrugged unrepentantly, ignoring Miles’ indignant protest as he continued. “You telegraph your movements too much. You’ve got a decent foundation but it has a lot of holes, especially when I don’t have to worry about your whole super strength shtick. Plus, you tend to do this thing where you hesitate a little every time you hit– like you’re trying to gauge how much I can take.”

Miles blinked at the surprisingly constructive criticism, mulling over his counterpart’s words as he crossed his legs and leaned back. Monitoring his superstrength had taken him a while to get the hang of but as time went on it became second nature to determine how he could use it during a fight– even during regular daily occurrences.

He didn’t have to worry about it so much when he was with his spider friends but Miles had lost count of how many times he’d accidentally ripped off a door handle or broken a glass cup.

There was even this one incident following everything with Kingpin and the collider, where this one kid from Brooklyn Middle– Fabio or something similar– refused to leave him alone and kept picking a fight every time he saw Miles. He had gotten in Miles’ face and Miles had pushed him, momentarily forgetting that he had powers and sending the boy skidding halfway across the basketball court.

Just thinking about the stunned silence that followed and the frantic explanations that had spilled from his mouth made him want to shrivel up and die, embarrassment curling in his gut.

“Hey,” Morales called as he nudged Miles’ leg, effectively diverting his train of thought before he could fall down the rabbit hole of randomly remembering every stupid thing he’d done since he was old enough to remember.

There was a troubled look on Morales’ face when Miles tilted his head back to look up at him, his eyebrows drawn into a frown that made the tiny wrinkle between them more pronounced. It was the same face he always made when the state of his universe was brought up.

“What’s wrong?”

“How did you tell your mom the truth about the whole… Spider-Man thing?”

Miles was momentarily blindsided by the question before he laughed a little awkwardly. Thinking about that particular conversation sent a rush of both anxiety and relief through him. “I… I was kind of forced to? Not that I didn’t plan to do it eventually,” he added a little hastily despite the fact that neither of his parents were around. “It’s just that after everything with the Spot and the Spider Society I was in a coma for four days and Gwen and the others took me home ‘cause my parents were really worried and then we had to sit down and talk about everything when I woke up… so yeah.”

Morales’ shoulders slumped, his mouth twisting into a bitter line.

“Do you… want to tell your mom?” Miles ventured carefully.

Despite the number of times he had visited this dimension, sometimes even teaming up with the other teen’s alter ego to take down members of Sinister Six Cartel it was always a touch and go when it came to bringing it up when they were both out of their suits.

Morales shrugged in response to his inquiry but his shoulders were lined with tension. “It’s not that simple. Me being the Prowler… it’s nothing like you being Spider-Man. It’s not something Mami would be proud of.”

Miles wet his lips as they lapsed into silence, absently tugging a loose piece of skin between his teeth as he considered his counterpart’s situation. “I think you’d be surprised,” he said quietly, mind drifting back to the many months he’d spent agonizing over what his parents’ reaction would be.

Sure, they hadn’t been ecstatic that he had been putting himself in danger with them being none the wiser on a daily basis and maybe they had gotten a little overbearing and protective but it had been far tamer than anything his mind had conjured.

“I’m a murderer,” Morales spat angrily, shoulders hiking up to his ears as he glared at the ground. “What’s there to be proud of?”  

Miles wasn’t going to excuse that, he wasn’t going to absolve him of his guilt by reassuring him that the people he killed were probably bad people because he didn’t know that, and even then, taking a life was never something he’d condone.

Morales’ choices and actions were his own to address and deal with the consequences of but he still had his whole life ahead of him. He made mistakes, big ones at that but he still had time to change, he could still better himself.

And he was.

Miles had seen it himself in the reactions the residents of New York had to Spider-Man and Prowler patrolling together. There was less fear and more of a wary hope in their faces when they looked at them and it never failed to make something warm swell in Miles’ chest.

And Miles had always been an advocate for second chances.

Perhaps it was because a part of him had always wondered if he could’ve gotten Uncle Aaron to turn his life around, to leave the Prowler behind if he had managed to survive that gunshot. But that was a what-if he didn’t have the luxury of entertaining.

Morales was different. He was a distorted reflection of Miles, one that represented a life that could’ve been his if he was born under different circumstances.

“You made mistakes,” Miles said and continued even as Morales scoffed. “I’m not trying to justify what you did but… you’re trying to be better, right? I think the hardest part is choosing between doing what’s right and what’s easy and you still choose to go out and patrol with me, even though you don’t need to. I think Mom would be proud of you for that.”

He knew he said the right thing when the other teen relaxed just a smidge, slightly proud of himself for the speech and–

“Did you seriously just quote Dumbledore to me while trying to convince me to be a better person?”

Heat rushed to his face and Morales laughed, nothing like his usual amused huff but an actual laugh. It was a little rough, like he wasn’t quite used to making the sound but it made Miles grin.

“Hey, you got my reference, you don’t get to talk, asshole,” he snickered.

“You walk around in spandex and shoot webs from your wrists– I can make fun of you all I want.”

“My suit is cool!”

“It looks like you’re bleeding from your armpits, man.”

Miles threw his arms up in frustration and exaggerated offense– that was like the fifth time someone had said that to him. He had designed another suit after everything but he still liked that one. “Why does everyone keep saying that?!”

“Maybe ‘cause it’s true, idiot,” Morales snorted, letting out an undignified squawk when Miles swept his legs out from under him in retaliation. He bristled like a cat when Miles cackled and somehow they ended up wrestling, his counterpart fruitlessly attempting to get the upper hand strength-wise.

There was an edge of playfulness to it that the other teen rarely indulged in, the harsh breath that escaped him when Miles managed to pin him emerging as more of a scratchy laugh.

“You’re an asshole,” Morales informed him as he threw Miles off and jammed his hands beneath his underarms in a quick dirty move that had Miles flailing, arms slamming down on his sides in a desperate attempt to protect them.

His strength all but abandoned him as he tried to roll away, shrieking with laughter as his counterpart continued his assault with a terribly amused look on his face.

“Stop– stop,” he cackled, ineffectively attempting to glare at him through his laughter– although it mostly alternated between screaming or giggling like a little kid.

“Say uncle.”

“Fuhuhuck you!”

The door opened and Morales froze before drawing away quickly. It took Miles a moment to follow, rolling onto his side and twitching a bit in embarrassment when he saw Uncle Aaron shooting them an amused look.

“You look like you’re having fun. How’s the training going?” he asked.

“He sucks,” Morales answered with no preamble and Miles shot him an offended look, jabbing him in the side with two fingers and the smallest amount of electricity crackling around them. He flinched hard, choking a bit before he gave Miles a withering glare that promised pain if he tried that again.

He was totally going to do it again.

Uncle Aaron huffed, the crow’s feet around his eyes crinkling in amusement.

Something in Miles’ chest stirred and ached at the sight because as much as he had grown used to the man before him, as much as he reminded Miles of his Uncle Aaron, he wasn’t his. He wore the same cologne and listened to the same music but his beard was tinged gray and the jacket he wore wasn’t the same one he used to match with Miles’ own.

“You staying around for dinner, kid?” Uncle Aaron asked him and Miles shook his head.

“Nah, I promised Mami I’d be back for dinner,” he explained, grabbing his phone from where he’d set it on the side in order to check the time. “And I should be going back home soon.” He glanced at Morales. “I’ll see you later?”

His counterpart nodded as Miles began collecting his things. “Thanks, by the way,” he hedged as Miles was just about to dive through the portal back to his own, clarifying when he raised his eyebrows in confusion. “For what you said earlier.”

Something warm bloomed in Miles’ chest, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was weird, becoming friends with someone who looked just like you but remained a completely different person but somehow, in a weird, convoluted way it worked.

“Any time. Tell your mom I said hi!”

Despite all that had happened, he could never quite bring himself to regret accidentally landing on Earth-42.

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I love writing them bickering, it's so funny to me This is kinda inspired by my other fic, Stranger Who Wears My Face, but also not really. It was just a random thing that popped in my head. Fic name is from the song 'Brother' by Kodaline

Check out my other fics and Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Umbra195/pseuds/Umbra195

#miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 #spiderverse fanfic #spider-man: across the spider-verse #post-canon fic #character study #miles morales is trying his best #both of them #brotherly bonding #because if they don't have a good relationship by the end of btsv I'm going to commit a homicide #have y'all seen miles-42 #boy looks so tired and done with everything and he probably thinks our miles is one of the marvel villains like chameleon or mysterio #maybe even mystique if mutants exist in his universe #I love exploring their relationship and miles-1610's relationship with Aaron-42 #the angst is just *chef's kiss* #ticklish!miles morales #for like two seconds 'cause I think its cute

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Wayne Munson thoughts because I was thinking about him so much last night that I made myself sad.

Encouraged by @sparks363 @niceboyeds @pleasantlycrazyworld aaaand @stevesmunsons😭🙏🫂💕

This is MOSTLY Eddie & Wayne interactions, some Eddie x Reader, mentions of canon events (Eddie's death very very vaguely referenced because we all know I haven't seen episode nine), Hawkins gang talked about, there is me gushing over Uncle Wayne, Eddie thoughts, Uncle Wayne thoughts.... I just have a lot of words about Uncle Wayne right now and I'm letting everything spill out in a conscious stream; no editing or planning, just me going ham on my keyboard while wearing my Munson Motivation Outfit during a prolonged study break because I gotta get all this out before it drives me insane!!!!! Used every tag I could think of because I spoke of lots of different things here and wanted to cover all my bases.

Word count: 2, 911

Eddie tags: @eddiebunson @hersweetrevenge @sweetpeapod @sabbathsworld @hawkinsroyaloutcast @seidenbros @bakerstreethound @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @gemstone-roses @hellfire1986baby @jslittlebirdie @comfortcharactercraze @heydreamchild @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @m00nlight101 @3ddi3-daydreamer @pleasantlycrazyworld @samlealea @indouloureux @basicallybats @niceboyeds @manyfandomsfanvergent @becca-alexa @singularattitudeofasafetypin @knifeskiss @loving-and-dreaming @hiscrimsonangel @esme-viridian

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Wayne Munson.

I'm gonna get into my actual thoughts on him in a minute but first, I gotta gush because this man is the bestest, sweetest, most wonderful dad in all of Hawkins, nay, in all of Indiana. He raised Eddie so beautifully and he instantly knew Eddie didn't do it and he didn't even question it and just defended Eddie time and time again. I just love Wayne Munson so much hhhhhh I wanna approach him all slow and careful and sort of awkwardly stand there because I'm not very good at verbalising my wants, and then edge a bit closer. Maybe he'd raise an arm, already knowing what I want, and I would let myself step in to the hug I would've been thinking about for hours before asking for it in my own way, or maybe I'd get swept up into a great big bear hug which would have me in tears in seconds or maybe he'd pat me on the top of the head and let his hand rest there on my crown for a few seconds and then hug me hhhhh I wouldn't care. I am very awkward in real life and i find it hard to verbalise or even admit when I want something, but I feel like Uncle Wayne would know me and give me the hugs when I try to ask for them.

Or maybe I wouldn't have to ask for them because he would just know. My Munson Motivation Outfit came out in the wash yesterday and I nearly cried hhhhh I gotta smash out that assignment today - and it's a big one - and I'm wearing it and still thinking of Uncle Wayne and Eddie and my heart is aching for the Munsons hhhhh I love Uncle Wayne and he's the bestest dad and he and his boy deserved so, so much better. Wearing 'their' clothes makes me feel so soft and warm and safe and cosy and genuinely helps me focus when I gotta study because it's like they're with me.🥺

Okay so, gushing isn't done but you get the gist and now, thoughts!!!!

I have no doubt that in time, Uncle Wayne would have adopted the rest of the Hawkins gang; he warmed up to Nancy relatively quickly once he realised that she was there to talk to him and offer him some comfort and he was the one who told her about Victor Creel (the way he instantly knew his boy didn't do it😭) so that she and Robin got the ball rolling on solving the issue at hand. They wouldn't have been able to do anything if Uncle Wayne hadn't been the one to mention Victor Creel. He's literally the reason they found the Upside Down like they did (without El to guide them, of course; if they had had El and her powers when they needed her, then season four likely would have gone very differently as far as Hawkins' events are concerned).

Based on the way he let his walls down just a little with Nancy within just five minutes, (don't ask me about That Scene with Dustin because I still haven't watched episode nine so while I'm aware of it. it's not gonna be discussed here but yeah, Dustin would be adopted too after Nancy) and it'd snowball into the whole gang being adopted by Uncle Wayne, whether they have family or not.

Everyone needs and deserves an Uncle Wayne; if you can't find one, be one. That's what he taught Eddie; he is to Eddie what Eddie became to Hellfire Club and Corroded Coffin. All those lost little sheepies out there need a sheperd to tend to the flock, and no two people understand that better than the Munsons do. Honouring them by taking inspiration from the lessons they taught us is something which they would truly appreciate and adore, and you'd score yourself a bear hug from the both of them.

If you're kind to people, if you're genuine and you're you, then Wayne Munson would have respect turned fondness turned love for you and you would be someone he'd be happy to have around, especially if you love Eddie. They're a package deal; you can't get one Munson without the other (and why would you want just one of them?) and if one loves you, then the other does, too. (I also feel like if Uncle Wayne doesn't like you - you'd have to be a Grade A Asshole for that, though, then it would make Eddie question everything about his friendship or relationship with you. Uncle Wayne's gut instinct is never wrong.)

They mean so much to each other that Uncle Wayne wants to love you almost immediately when he finds out that Eddie loves you (and the same concept with Eddie's friends, too) because you must be a good one if his boy loves you! He would watch you carefully at first but then the first time he sees you laughing with Eddie (not at him - Uncle Wayne knows the difference, he sees it every day), the first time he catches you smiling at Eddie with your feelings for him written all over your face when Eddie's not even looking at you, he's up to his elbows in soapy dish water as he does the chores he promised he would do, the first time Uncle Wayne sees you cry because you miss Eddie but he's literally just in the bedroom and you're outside on the benches with Uncle Wayne, he realises what's going on and Uncle Wayne melts to realise that now, Eddie has people who love him for him - he has you, the Hawkins gang, he has his dad... Uncle Wayne melts when he finds out people love his boy.

His melting shows itself in quiet ways - he'll make extra coffee because he knows you tend to want one when he does, he'll leave the heater on when he leaves for work because you'll be cold when you come in and he wants you to have a warm place to come back to, he'll leave his flannel around for you and Eddie to wear - he knows the both of you take turns wearing it or even sleeping with it when he's working long and lonely nights at the plant. He'll be there for you at three AM when there's no one left to call but your sorrow is trying to murder you, he'll be there for you at ten AM when your dishwasher doesn't work and you can't figure out why, he'll be there for you when you go grocery shopping together and you haven't quite figured out how to meal plan on a budget yet... Uncle Wayne will be there for you, through it all. You cannot disappoint or anger him, even if you try, and if you do try, then he'll just raise his shoulders in that weary way he has and ask you what you're trying to achieve here. The fact that he doesn't shout or raise his voice makes you feel worse somehow.

So, yeah, if you manage to crack through Wayne Munson's gruff exterior, which is doable but it'll take patience and persistence. He's seen too much of the bad things in the world, he's Eddie's shield, his guardian and protector, and he's more cynical than even Eddie claims to be, full of anger is he at all that he and Eddie have endured thus far in your lives, but keep going, keep persisting and be honest in yourself. You'll find that Uncle Wayne is just as gooey as Eddie is. He melts often, but for no one more so than Eddie. His boy. His son.

Uncle Wayne gave Eddie a home. He gave him the only bedroom in the trailer. I think Uncle Wayne has had Eddie since Eddie was maybe six or seven years old; he's raised his boy. I think his 'dad' is in prison and his mum is dead (based off things Joe has said in interviews), and because Joel (Wayne Munson's actor) said that Uncle Wayne saw what Eddie went through with his 'parents' and wanted to protect him, I took all that to mean that he's had Eddie since he was younger than ten. Which means, Uncle Wayne has voluntarily slept on a fold-out bed in his own living room for at least a decade. He immediately defended Eddie, he spent all those six days Eddie was missing looking for him, replacing vandalised missing posters tirelessly and undoubtedly, defending him against what people were saying, too. The amount of love Uncle Wayne has for Eddie is incredible, and the way Eddie says "my Uncle, he, uh, he works at the plant. Bringing home the big bucks" was casual, and maybe I'm projecting or looking for things which aren't there, but he sounded so proud, too. I hope that, if anything, the Munsons at least knew how loved they were by each other. Canon gave them nothing but I hope that they had the knowledge that they loved each other, at least. At least.

Eddie and Uncle Wayne are like ships in the night. When Eddie is at school, Uncle Wayne is asleep. When Eddie comes home from school or all the extracurriculars he does - drama club, Hellfire Club, spending time in the library looking for the latest fantasy releases, maybe even spending time in the music rooms so he can get tips from the teacher on how to more effectively teach himself by heart and ear Metallica's latest album, Uncle Wayne is out his way to go to work. They exchange smiles, nods, a clap on the shoulder each instead of a hug because there's no real time for that. Or maybe Eddie will go inside and then dart back outside, black curls flying everywhere as a blur of denim and black throws itself at Uncle Wayne just as he's opening his truck door, and gets caught in a hug because damn it, boy, stop throwin' yourself like that, and then Eddie lets him go with a tight smile and Uncle Wayne sighs wearily because I miss you too, son.

Before Eddie goes to school every morning, he gets the trailer ready for his dad to come home. He pulls out the fold-out bed or if he knows Uncle Wayne's back has been especially troubling, he'll haphazardly strip the sheets on his bed and remake them so that Uncle Wayne can sleep there instead of on the fold-out, he gets towels warmed up on the radiators so that his dad has towels there after his shower, he puts the products in the shower itself and gets out the dinner he cooked in advance last night so that all Uncle Wayne has to do when he comes home is kick his shoes off, shower, reheat dinner, and sleep. And any spare cash he has left over after buying the stuff he needs to make D&D props (or begging the art department for any leftovers or things the Head won't noticed missing - Eddie is well liked by the teachers in the Arts and Humanities departments of Hawkins High) or filling up his van or buying school supplies, is given to his Uncle. Not formally, it's just left laying around with a note which says, "in case you need", but it helps. It really helps. And that's why Eddie does what he does. He does the best with what he has and wants to do everything possible to thank his dad for taking him in and always looking after him.

Eddie feels like he owes Uncle Wayne his literal life, but Uncle Wayne feels like Eddie made his life.

They never really say it, but they both know.

Uncle Wayne always thanks him by having a cup of coffee brewing for Eddie, waiting for when he comes home. Sometimes the timing is off so that the coffee is almost cold by the time Eddie gets it, but he nukes it in the microwave or just drinks it as it is. He loves it because his dad made it.

Likewise, Uncle Wayne always makes sure that he doesn't notice where the drugs are stashed around the trailer (he doesn't approve, necessarily, but as long as Eddie doesn't get caught, he'll let his son do what he's gotta do to get by), he makes sure that Eddie always has food and water and a roof over his head, he makes sure that Eddie's room is liveable and helps Eddie to keep it tidy, sometimes he'll rent something from Family Video for Eddie to come home to, fill up the van with gas if he can afford it...

The Munsons are ships in the night but they love each other as loud as they can.

There are times, rare though they are, when the Munsons get to be home together. Maybe Eddie is sick or it's one of Uncle Wayne's days off, or maybe it just worked out that way and Eddie's practically vibrating where he stands because he's just so excited to get to be home uninterrupted with his dad! They spend the day together watching television or spending time together separately. Eddie on the floor of the living room, playing guitar, writing down notes for his next campaign or doing some homework (he really wants to graduate, why else would he put himself through senior year three times? Eddie isn't the problem, it's the school!), maybe he'll ask Uncle Wayne for an answer to one of the questions every now and then and just like always, Uncle Wayne will encourage Eddie to try on his own and if he can't do it after the third time, then he'll help Eddie, getting down on the floor beside him until the two of then are puzzling it out together and before they know it, it's been three hours and Eddie still hasn't finished his physics homework but he's made his dad laugh so much he's pretty sure they've each busting a lung, and that's more important!

In any case, day bleeds into night and they go to bed, Eddie to his room and Uncle Wayne on the sofa, and maybe Eddie has a nightmare or he wakes up and can't go back to sleep, but whatever the reason, he sneaks past a sleeping Uncle Wayne and goes to have a smoke outside, and when he comes back in, Uncle Wayne is sat with his elbows on his knees, his flannel on but open, rubbing at his hand with a tired hand.

"You okay, son?"

"Yeah, I just - " Eddie sighs, ruffles his own hair, "Can't sleep, man."

"Why?" That upward lilt in his dad's voice always makes Eddie smile and right now is no different.

"Nightmare, I guess."

Just like with always, Uncle Wayne melts and he lays back, getting comfortable in his bed again. Eddie is twenty years old, but he's always crawled into his dad's bed after a nightmare, and he will always do that, because that's who the Munsons are. Whatever Eddie wants in terms of affection or love, Uncle Wayne will give it to him because everything is tight in their household except love, and so Eddie receives it in abundance.

"C'mere, Eddie,"

Eddie is twenty years old but he feels no shame in shuffling across the trailer and climbing into his Uncle's bed. There's no awkwardness, they've known each other too damn long, and Eddie brings his knees to his chest and rolls so that his face is buried in the soace just above his dad's heart, so that he can hear and feel that his dad is alive and that he, Eddie, is totally safe.

"S'okay, son," Uncle Wayne roughly pets Eddie's hair, his other arm around Eddie's shoulders, and he manages to lull Eddie's heartbeat to a more relaxed pace, "you know you're safe here."

Eddie makes a sleepily noise and Uncle Wayne chuckles. "Never been any different, Eddie, have you?" Stroking Eddie's hair always puts him out like a light and it never fails to turn Uncle Wayne to mush.

"Love you, dad." It's a sleepy mumble, barely audible, but whether he's painfully silent or shouting at the very top of his lungs, Uncle Wayne will always hear his Eddie, his boy.

"Love you too, son."

And Eddie sleeps.

Uncle Wayne stays awake, like all those nights before, watching his son sleeping, watching over him like the guardian and protector he swore he would always be from the moment he found out that Eddie was to be his boy. He doesn't even want to think about what their lives would be like if he hadn't received that phone call offering him legal parental rights over Edward Munson. So, yes, Uncle Wayne melts for Eddie, but Eddie melts for Uncle Wayne, too, the man who gave him a home and more love than he's ever gonna know what to do with. Everything Eddie does is his attempt to say thank you, though Uncle Wayne would do it all over again and again and again for his boy.

Calling each other 'dad' and 'son' was never something either really thought about, it was a natural progression over months and years of living together, and neither Munson would have it or each other any other way.

The Munsons were the best thing that ever happened to each other.

(I probably have more thoughts in my head somewhere but it's been two hours and I gotta get back to this assignment hhhh I love and miss the Munsons so, so much. They both deserved better and every day I try to honour them and what they taught me by being the best me I can in all things. Shit's exhausting but they get me through.🙏💗)

#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #the munsons #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #munson family

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What are your headcanons for how Drakken and Shego made up and became a team again? What happens when he finds out she had a hand in Warmonga taking her world domination stuff back?

In my opinion, I think this is what happened. (Buckle in, it's long).

Drakken and Shego made up and became a team again? After Shego left Kim in the lair, she would get the hovercar (or whatever she used to get to the lair) to fetch Drakken (who is probably very vulnerable doggie peddling/drowning at sea).

Not necessarily to get on his good side, but to make sure she 'saves his life', make him 'owe her' for saving his life (she'll be loyal in his eyes again) and to rub in his face that 'this alien isn't as powerful as she is'. Shego felt upset (jealous) of being 'replaced' like that and I think mostly; Drakken thinking that Warmonga is strong than her and a more competent ally.

But now she can say "See? That Alien was only loyal to you because you fed her some dumb lies about being an almighty God figure".

All of this happening would literally break Drakken down. He'll be upset and mad and want to scream at her, however Shego does have a point and he's no longer drifting at sea anymore. Drakken tells Shego that she can be his sidekick again but she corrects him that she's way more than a simple sidekick. She wants more recognition and probably more pay and to never speak of this again.

2. What happens when he finds out she had a hand in Warmonga taking her world domination stuff back? This would likely happen AFTER graduation. Shego and Drakken would talk about the whole Alien situation despite prior statement and she might slip something along the lines of "Those aliens may have brawl, but they certainly got no brains if they were so easily swept by that other blue one after your lie". Drakken will think back and notice something: 'that blue one' looked a lot like the Middleton Mad Dogs' mascot. He didn't notice it before in that situation but now it seems pretty obvious that Kim's friends (he doesn't know its one of the twins) would help her out at that moment. But HOW did they knew about Warmonga, what she was here for and 'the great blue'. Sure, Wade could have listened in on the conversations during the site call BUT never ONCE in that conversation did Drakken tell them about Warmonga's goal/mission, only his plan on world domination. The only once who knew about this were kim, Warmonga, him and....

"Shego? Come to think of it, it was very coincidental that that space dog made a broadcast during our brawl with Kim Possible. Where were you during that?"

Shego can't talk her way out of it. Confesses everything that happened during that moment. Drakken will feel betrayed yet again. "She would find out eventually and then-" Shego can't finish her sentence.

Drakken, enraged, would point out that NONE OF THEM knew what could have happened. Maybe he would actually succeed at the whole world domination plan and have Warmonga with him to rule over all and maybe even more.

Shego snaps. "Alright, so you take over the world. Then what? What does the 'Great Blue' do?" Shego points out that Drakken never considered the fact that this being has 'God like' status to the Lowardians. What does that God do indeed? Did Drakken really think that he wouldn't visit that planet after world conquest? He would have to lie to an entire race of aliens and if they found out... he'd certainly would get tortured.

"I did what I had to do." Shego points out, "I saved you from a lot of hurt and a possible death."

He knows that she's right, but he doesn't like the tone. He's turned himself away from her and fiddles with the medallion he received earlier that day. Going over everything she said.

"And, all of you were right; I was jealous" she admits in defeat, hoping that this would make the man face her again and it does.

"You? Jealous? For real???" Drakken snaps out of his thoughts by this sudden uncharacteristically vulnerable and honest side of Shego. "Was it her strength? Looks? Her-" "yes I'm going to cut you off here." Shego snapped. It is her turn to sulk.

Both of them after a long time of silence apologise to one another. Drakken apologises for blatantly rubbing Warmonga's 'superiority' in her face and Shego apologises for not attempting to break him out sooner.

"You're right, Shego. If you hadn't interfered, I might- would have been a goner... a tortured head trophy above the fire mantle" "what?" "Yeah don't think about it, I don't think I'll make for good taxidermy." He pulls a face, tongue sticking out on one mouth corner and cross eyed. Both of them laugh. Drakken sighs and now that he let it sink in...

"I was, well, am always too focused on the plan at hand, but you think further than that and see potential problems in the future. So thank you for looking out for me. You are a loyal partner and better than Warmonga could ever be. " this apology is more than enough for Shego.

Both of them are now at peace with what happened and can move on forward from their past fights.

I couldn't possibly shortened this in a small headcanon so it turned into a semi fanfic, oops.

Hope this answered your question, thanks for asking!

#kim possible #dr drakken #shego #drakgo #drakken #drdrakken #kimpossible #drakken x shego #shegoxdrakken #maddogsvsaliens #maddogs vs aliens #kim possible headcanon

[another-whump-sideblog]

Hiya, how are you doing today?

1. "it's just a fucking [object of phobia/irrational fear], stop being so childish."l

2. caretaker has their own issues so whumpee's sometimes get swept under the rug

For the bad caretaker prompts, please and thank you!

Hi! My day’s been decent enough. I didn’t actually reblog the bad caretaker prompt list (you probably meant to send this to someone else lol), but I’ll do this anyway cause it’s fun and I always want prompts!

Caretaker has not slept in three days.

This, unfortunately, is not the first time, and it won't be the last. But it is the first time they've gotten this sleep-deprived since letting Whumpee move in.

Normally when things get this bad, Caretaker handles it on their own. They like handling it on their own, someone else helping just means needing to worry about making sure they feel like they're helpful on top of everything else. And they would be able to handle it on their own, if Whumpee could leave them alone for two goddamn seconds-

They had been getting a handle on managing full-time work and full-time school and their health and keeping their apartment clean and maintaining social connections and- that's it right? Yeah. They were getting a handle on it, they had a schedule that worked, they were fine, and then their sibling called them crying and begging for a place to stay after years of radio silence (they ghosted Caretaker, their own sibling, with no explanation whatsoever, who does that?) and how could they say no without feeling like a monster? They couldn't. So their schedule is all messed up, and sleep is always first on the chopping block when they need more time.

Something happened to Whumpee. Caretaker knows that. When they first picked up Whumpee they had to take them to the hospital instead of home like they planned because they were badly injured (which they should've mentioned in the phonecall). They have scars they didn't have before and they wake up screaming almost every night. And more than that, Caretaker sees how much quieter they are, how they sit statue still instead of fidgeting like they used to. Caretaker knows something happened, but it's really hard to care when they're freaking out over something like-

"It's just a fucking frying pan, stop being so childish! Why can't I even make some eggs without you freaking out?? Why does everything have to be about you!? I'm not going to hurt you! I've never hurt you! Stop treating me like I'm going to snap at any moment!"

Whumpee's pleading stops. They are so still and so quiet. Their eyes don't leave the frying pan.

Caretaker drops the frying pan and lets it clatter to the ground, making Whumpee flinch. "There are bigger problems in the world than fucking frying pans! I have a life, Whumpee! Fucking- stop it, I haven't done anything wrong!"

Whumpee's eyes are still on the fucking frying pan.

"Unbelievable. I've done so much for you, you don't get to treat me like some sort of monster!"

Whumpee stays still and silent and focused on the frying pan.

"Whatever. Come find me when you're ready to talk like an adult." Caretaker storms off to their room.

--

They wake up hours later. Fuck! They don't even remember going to sleep, and they're so behind on schoolwork-

But that'll have to wait. They groan into their pillow. Why did they say those things??

Whumpee isn't in the kitchen where Caretaker left them. Luckily, Caretaker knows their favorite hiding spots by now, and finds them huddled up in the coat closet.

Whumpee flinches when they open the door, then squeezes their eyes shut.

"Hey." Caretaker sits down next to them. "I'm not mad. I'm... sorry I flipped out earlier. Are you okay?"

Whumpee seems to think about their answer for a long time, then shrugs.

"It wasn't okay for me to say any of that stuff. I didn't mean it, I'm just- I just took a nap and that's the first time I've slept in three days, and I have so much stress right now- but that's not an excuse. Just- it wasn't really because of you. It was because of those things. And me not... handling them properly. So I'm really sorry."

Whumpee doesn't say anything.

"I just... I can't do this, Whumpee. I can't. I can't handle my job and school and myself and the apartment and you. I want to help. I love you so much, Whumpee, but I can't do this. I can't give up my sleep to comfort you after nightmares, I can't- I'm not kicking you out. I just... I need you to find someone else to go to. When I can't be there."

Whumpee nods. "...okay." Their voice is still too quiet, nothing like how they used to sound. "I understand. I'm sorry."

"No, no, you don't have anything to apologize for. It's... fine for you to freak out over small things. You can do that. I was- I got defensive- I felt like you were blaming me. But you weren't, I don't think, you were just... feeling scared. So you can feel scared or feel anything and I'll make sure to remember you can be scared or sad or anything and it doesn't mean you're blaming me just by feeling it. I just... can't always comfort you when that happens. When you freak out over small things. I need you to be able to comfort yourself or have someone to call."

"I wasn't blaming you." Whumpee confirms. "It honestly... has nothing to do with you, usually."

Caretaker laughs. "Right. Nothing to do with me."

"It'll be easier when I'm healed more. I can't do work or school for you, but I can help keep the apartment tidy."

"...yeah. That would be nice." Caretaker really doesn't want Whumpee to help them clean- Whumpee always does it wrong- but now doesn't seem like a good time for that discussion.

The two of them are quiet for a while, but neither of them get up to leave. They just sit with each other, hidden away in a coat closet. It doesn't take long for Caretaker to fall back asleep, and for Whumpee to drape some coats over them in a makeshift blanket.

#whump #whump writing #thanks so much for the ask! #ask #bad caretaker whump #sympathetic bad caretaker whump more specifically #with an apology cause I love caretakers that fuck up and then apologize

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buddie alternate universe fic recs

i love making fic rec so here’s a list of some of my favourite ones (there’s a lot more but there was only so many i wanted to list).

sundae kind of love by withoutthetiger (18K)

"They’re here at the Santa Monica Pier, about an hour from home, celebrating Eddie’s graduation at the top of his class, with too much junk food and very little responsibility. It’s not quite a bribe or a payment long past due, just a deep breath before Eddie starts his new job and their lives continue to change."

An AU with lots of ice cream and a bit of a rollercoaster ride, as Buck and Eddie meet, become friends, and then have no idea how to handle any of their feelings after that.

Mr. Buckley's After Hours Detention by aresaphrodites (11K)

It’s not like Eddie Diaz planned on this. Really, there was no scenario in his mind where he would ever be bringing his son’s teacher a freaking goody basket to class; a homemade goody basket, no less. Then again, Christopher has never had a teacher quite like Evan Buckley.

of fallen leaves and falling in love by brewrosemilk (30K)

Buckley's Books is a small, charming bookstore on the outskirts of New York; when a coffee shop opens up across the street, it doesn't take long before Buck starts developing feelings for the man making his coffee.

you smiled and it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen by wafflesofdoom (13K)

Eddie had always loved coffee. From the moment his parents had deemed him old enough to drink it, he’d loved coffee – he loved the smell, the taste, and most of all, he loved the process of making it. So, it was inevitable that'd he'd end up in Los Angeles, and take over Diaz's Café from his grandmother.

He just never imagined he'd meet the love of his life while doing it.

or, a 911-style ode to the classic coffee shop au trope.

sirens in the beat of your heart by trippedandfell (3K)

Buck is going to murder someone.

Okay, not actually murder, because Bobby’s got a very strict no killing on the job rule, but. Spiritually, Buck’s about to murder someone.

Swept Away (I'm Stolen) by Princessfbi (10K)

They had taken him from their home.

They had taken him— Eddie sucked in a shuddering breath at the sight of the scratches in the floor— literally kicking and screaming from their home.

Their beautiful, bright home that was now dark and empty and broken. Furniture was overturned, glass was everywhere, and the scratches on the wall were paired with scuff marks from boots.

Buck had fought them tooth and nail.

aka the James Bond AU with 007 Agent Eddie Diaz reporting for duty.

Searching Through The Pages by lullatone (21K)

At meet the teachers night, Eddie gets more than in bargained for with meeting Christopher's new school librarian.

My Salvation in You by fayevian (13K)

When Abuela calls him and says, “Eddito, I’m getting older and Pepa can’t run the tamale stand by herself. I could really use your help,” Eddie recognizes it for the lifeline it is and grabs on with both hands. It’s not hard to tell his parents he’s moving to LA. It’s hard to hear what they have to say about him, about Chris, but he packs up their stuff regardless and drives toward the Golden State with a prayer that this too won’t tarnish under his hands.

—

Eddie starts working in various farmer's markets across the county, including the Santa Monica Farmer's Market. Buck just so happens to be the market coordinator there. Something between them grows alongside the seasonal vegetables and organic wheatgrass.

on a wednesday in a cafe ( i watched it begin again ) by swiftiediaz (5K)

He writes a sweet message for the kid and signs his name at the end, even drawing a small smiley face in the corner.

"Now you have a signed book." Buck passes the book back to Eddie. Their gazes lock– intense, blue waters meeting the warm, welcoming earthy brown of Eddie's eyes and he hates to be cheesy, but Buck swears the world comes to a complete standstill.

or; Buck is an author who's been having a rough couple of months. And then he meets Eddie Diaz and his son at a café.

Take What You Need, Darling by allyasavedtheday (14K)

“Who are you?”

And Eddie intends to answer him, he really does, except-

“You must be Eddie,” the woman says, her earlier hostile tone being replaced with the utmost civility. “Maddie’s fiancé.”

Evan reels back like he’s been punched, snapping his gaze frantically between Eddie and Maddie. “Maddie’s what?”

“How rude of us,” the woman says, drifting away from Maddie’s bedside to come stand in front of him instead. “Eddie, I’m Margaret and this is my husband, Phillip. It really is so lovely to meet you.”

A Buddie While You Were Sleeping au.

(you're) simply the best by lilythesilly (3K)

“Evan,” Maddie sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “We’re in a tiny booth, in the quietest corner of the bar. Eddie wore a button down shirt, and there’s a present in the corner, right there.”

Buck’s eyes land on the gift bag sitting on top of Eddie’s jacket and everything comes to a sudden stop. “I —”

“Am on a date,” Maddie finishes for him.

Buck shakes his head, like that’ll shake loose all of the thoughts that have somehow frozen in his brain. “No, I. It can’t be a date. Eddie doesn’t —”

“Feel that way about you?” Maddie asks.

“Ok you really need to stop doing that.”

“Look, all I am saying,” Maddie says slowly, reaching over to grab the present and drop it down onto the table in front of him. “Is that if this gift is even remotely sentimental, you are on a date right now.”

Or, Buddie but make it Schitt's Creek.

tell me, will you stay or will you run away by prettyboybuckley (53K)

Buck is… Buck is sunshine and afternoons in the garden with Christopher.

He's knowing someone's got your back when you're surrounded by people who see you as a stuck-up royal and there might be some crazy ass terrorist trying to kill you.

Buck is quiet goodnights and tucking Christopher in, he's bickering in the backseat of the SUV.

He isn't anything that constitutes a future. OR: Somewhere along the way, Eddie falls in love with his bodyguard, and then it all goes to shit when a crazy ass terrorist does try to kill them

you come back with gravity by foxwatson (15K)

The first time that Eddie realizes with a startling clarity that he wants to kiss Buck, he’s 15 years old.

or - the one where they're childhood friends, until buck moves away, and the only thing eddie diaz has ever really wanted is buck

Write me into your happy ending... by ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie (16K)

Four years ago when Eddie and Christopher started reading the book series about Daniel's Adventures together before bedtime, Eddie never would have guessed that he would run into the author of said book series in the middle of a Barnes & Noble in LA. He also wouldn't have guessed that said encounter would begin with him sternly lecturing the stranger and making a slight fool of himself. Nor would he have predicted that this terrible first impression would somehow make the published author want to give his phone number to Eddie.

Or, Eddie the firefighter and Buck the writer have a meet-cute, and things progress from there.

you were a stranger in my phonebook I was acting like I knew by anonymous (12K)

Buck doesn’t mean to find his hot TA on Grindr and definitely doesn’t mean to message him there. But, well, the midterm study guide is incomprehensible and it’s the only thing he answers. And he definitely didn’t mean to fall for him, but, well, these things happen.

would you lie with me and just forget the world by colonoscopys (45K)

Eddie Diaz is 7, and 13, and 14, and 18, and 34.

And he loves, and he loves, and he loves, and he loves, and he loves.

Under Any Roof by three (10K)

Eddie Diaz does not need a noisy neighbor on top of all the shit he's trying to work out. But he does make really good mac and cheese.

-- “You know,” And Buck is meeting his eyes now. They’re uncannily blue. Like Kool-Aid or popsicles. “If you want, I could show you what I get up to up there?”

What? WHAT? Eddie feels heat spread from the tips of his ears to his toes. No way had he just gotten propositioned before sunrise in the decrepit hallway of their apartment building. “Um. No.” He backs up until his calves brush the door to 101. “Thank you, really. But no.”

without you by orphan_account (43K)

Buck and Eddie married young, barley out of high school and in love. the couple that everyone assumed would last forever.

emphasis on 'assumed'

or, Evan has made a new life for himself in New York, attempting to leave his old one in Texas behind. However, after almost ten years away from home, his new fiancé wants to get married, leaving Evan no choice but to return to his home state and get his stubborn husband to finally sign the divorce papers.

a buddie sweet home alabama au

Strike a Match by extasiswings (13K)

When Eddie Diaz from the 136 agrees to join one of the LAFD strike teams to provide wildfire assistance, he’s thinking about two things—overtime and hazard pay. The last thing he expects is Evan Buckley.

Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans (That's My Man) by Signsofsam (3K)

“River!”

It’s in the moment that she twists her head lazily to look at him he remembers that the cute kid with crutches and curls comes with one very attractive adult male, who is now watching him with one raised, judgmental eyebrow. Because of course--of course!--his dog has to run to the wickedly hot guy Buck has a massive crush on, with the warm brown eyes and the biceps he’s sneaked a peak at through a sleeveless shirt and the laugh that curls into Buck’s soul.

Of course.

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless (15K)

Eddie is new to LA. Feeling lonely, he goes to a bar for a drink and meets a beautiful stranger that kisses like a dream. What starts as a one night stand quickly moves to frequent no strings sex. When circumstances lead to them spending time together out of bed, Eddie realizes he’s attached to Buck in a way he never planned for.

Take Me Back to the Start by myemergence (54K)

Country music star, Eddie Diaz, is on a break before his US tour when he gets unexpected news: he has a son. He needs to come home to his hometown in West River, TX right away. He hasn’t set foot there since he left for Nashville nine years ago, leaving his old life behind. West River is the last place that Eddie wants to be—he needs to focus on his career, and his tour—not looking after a kid that he doesn’t even know yet.

Crossing paths with his high school sweetheart, Evan Buckley, who’s now a Deputy with the sheriff’s office just might change all of that, reminding Eddie of the person that he used to be… and the kind of person that he wants to be.

Two For One, a neighborhood romance by kimannebb (14K)

“Yeah. Uh, hi. Um. I think I have your cat.”

Eddie’s really glad he’s idling at a stop sign because he freezes. “What? Really?”

“Yeah. Collar says Bear. Does she belong to you?” The voice is amused but also understanding.

“Yes, that’s her. Thank you! Can you give me your address?” Eddie asks hurriedly. Relief washes through him knowing that she’s safe and that he won’t have to tell Chris he lost her.

“I found her curled up with my dog. I took a photo; it was the cutest thing.”

or Buck and his dog move in above Eddie and his cat. The animals instantly click and want to spend all their time together, regardless of what their owners are ready for.

walking on sunshine by fallingthorns (5K)

Buck walks out of the room, out the backdoor, and into the yard, trying to ignore his large and judgmental dog following behind him.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Buck tells him as he gets the hose out to start watering his plants. “Keep it to yourself.”

“Who are you talking to?”

Buck startles and drops the hose, doing a quick 180-degree turn and coming face-to-face with Eddie. He’s clearly standing on something, elbows folded over the top of the fence and chin resting on them as he looks at Buck. His expression looks almost fond and it kind of makes Buck want to both preen and die of embarrassment. -- Or, the one where Buck owns a doggy daycare, has a large dog with an attitude, and is hopelessly in love with his new neighbor.

the matchmakers making a match (to burn down your kitchen) by orphan_account (3K)

"Isabel smirked, that sneaky smirk he recognized meant that she had a plan, and whatever it was, it was working.

Buck had no idea what he had just signed up for."

or When Buck moves in next door to Isabel Diaz, he has no idea what he's in for when she tries to set him up with her grandson.

take me to the lakes by archerincombat (16K)

They look at each other for a moment. It feels brief, but then again it doesn’t. Buck quirks his lip up, almost teasingly. “Ready, cowboy?”

Eddie thinks he could melt. The softness makes him vaguely nauseous, like he’s sinking. “I’m from Texas,” he reminds him, “Not a western.”

or, eddie's a novelist, and buck never wanted to stay

the handyman can ('cause he fixes it with love) by iphigenias (4K)

Eddie’s first thought when he opens the door is that Hen’s finally getting payback for Eddie hustling her in pool last Friday. The guy standing on the stoop is sweaty, smiling, with biceps that look like they could jaws-of-life a car all on their own and a very pink, very biteable kiss of a birthmark above his crinkled blue eyes. His toolbelt looks like every toolbelt from every bad porn movie ever, slung absurdly low on his hips, and the acid-wash jean shorts he’s wearing absolutely cannot be OSHA-approved.

Eddie decidedly does not look at the thick muscle of the guy’s thighs when he says, “uh, I think you have the wrong house.”

[my madney fic rec list]

#might make one for chenford or madney🤔 #buddie fic #buddie #fic rec #buddie fic rec #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911fic #911 #911 fox #911 fic #911 fic rec #buddie au

[friend-of-giants]

Lines Tag Game

Tagged by @elfinismsarts to post some choice lines from my fic! I guess I will tag @mareenavee @paraparadigm @thana-topsy @boethiahspillowbook @wildhexe @archangelsunited @rhiannon1199 @rainpebble3 @snippetsrus @thequeenofthewinter @thelavenderelf and anyone else who wants to participate, consider yourself tagged! I'm pulling lines from both Into Ash and Ascent from the Ashes.

Also most of these lines are actually snippets and this got super long sorry not sorry

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

Into Ash Ch. 5 "Realizations"

“I didn’t ask for your help, but thanks,” [Wren] said, giving [Teldryn] a little smile.  Her teeth were goofy and uneven, almost rabbit-like, and she rarely let them show, but Teldryn thought they were an endearing feature of her otherwise plain face.

“It was nothing, sera.  Now, let’s get going before Neloth pisses himself.” 

Neloth’s face contorted as if he had just smelled a fresh pile of netch dung.  “What?  I do not piss myself, you fools!”

A line from your fic that makes you sad

Into Ash Ch. 6 "As Hermaeus Mora Intended"

"These people you lost, who were they?  If you don't want to answer, I understand."

Teldryn’s question struck like a slap to the face, though it did not hurt as much as it once would have.  Time had dulled the sharpness of the pain and left only a hollow ache in its place, an ache she was trying to forget.  She blinked, then fixed her eyes on an unassuming mound of snowberries at the table to gather her thoughts.  

How much should she tell him, if anything?  Why did he even want to know?  He was only a mercenary and likely didn’t care, but something about him had changed over the last week.  She felt a new sense of security with him, and had found herself speaking more openly with him since that day at Nchardak, when she had proven to him exactly who and what she was.

He had changed, and she almost felt as if she could trust him.  She supposed there wasn’t much to lose by opening up a little. 

"My family," Wren began after a long moment of silence.  "Not the one I left behind, but…”  Her attention turned from the snowberries back to Teldryn, to the light from the fire shining off his goggles.  He remained quiet, the only sound around them being the crackle of the flames and the angry wind rushing against the roof.  

A low, gravelly whisper broke the silence and cut her off before she could even open her mouth again.  “The one you were trying to make?”  

His words caught her off guard, spoken as if they were plucked straight from her own tongue.  She nodded slowly, and blinked back tears that were beginning to form.  “Something like that.  They’re gone because of me.  I’m not meant to have that kind of life, not with what I am.” 

A line from your fic you're proud of

Ascent from the Ashes Ch. 7 "A World Worth Living In"

There was something about the vast Rift forests that calmed her in a way that nothing else could quite compare to.  Perhaps it was the trees rising around her, white-gray trunks reaching for the skies topped with quivering clusters of leaves in every fiery shade imaginable.  Or maybe the sweet scent of old, decaying leaves that covered the ground in a soft blanket, or the crisp mountain breeze that swept through to rustle them.  

Far from those who hated her, who cared for her.  From those who saw her but did not know her name, and from those who did not even know she existed.  She was one with the wilderness, everywhere and nowhere all at once. 

The forest was hers today, there to stand guard and keep a vigilant watch, to take in her secrets and let them blow away in the wind, never to be heard by anyone except the Gods.  

And Dagon, of course. 

A line for your fic you think could have been better

Uhhhh most of the first 3 chapters of Into Ash, honestly. I'm planning a rewrite as I had absolutely no idea what I was doing at the time of writing those chapters lol

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

I hate Rolff, alright?

Ascent from the Ashes Ch. 10 "Respite, Part 1"

“You make me sick,” Rolff snapped. “Don’t take kindly to women talking back to me, ‘specially not some disgusting gray-skin whore.” His cold, hateful eyes fell upon Teldryn once more, who was still flabbergasted that Wren was handling the situation with such a level head. Teldryn himself resisted the urge to leap down and beat him, but she was right. Rolff wasn’t worth the effort. “How much you pay for her? I'd ask for my coin back if I were you."

Wren's posture stiffened and she scooted away, putting a small gap between herself and Teldryn. "I ain't doing that anymore, now get out of here."

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

Into Ash Ch. 7 "Awakening"

Wren nodded again and turned away to head into the bedroom, whimpering softly.  Teldryn tsked.  "Great job, n'wah, you made her cry."

"I did not try to," Frea said, confusion showing plainly on her face.  "What I said should not have hurt her."

"I don't think you hurt her.  Something tells me she doesn't get thanked very often."  

"Oh," remarked Frea, glancing in the direction of the bedroom, where the occasional sniffle could be heard floating out.  "I thought she would be used to the praise.  She has defeated Alduin, yes?  I do not understand." 

Teldryn got up and stretched.  "You'd be surprised.  People can be very ungrateful to heroes.  It's a sad truth that wears you down over the years."

"We were planning a feast in the event of her safe return, but I do not want her to cry again."  Frea grinned slightly.  "Perhaps we can find another way to thank her." 

"No," Teldryn said softly, peering around the doorway to check on the Dragonborn, who had made herself at home in the bed once again.  He saw a smile on her lips, despite the tears trickling down her cheeks.  "I think the feast will be fitting.  Make sure there’s plenty of salmon."

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

Ascent from the Ashes, Ch. 8 "What Guides Us"

There were a thousand things to be said about [Teldryn's] relationship with the Gods and Daedra, with Azura in particular. He hummed thoughtfully and gazed back out over the waters, to the torchbugs that still flickered and danced along the shores. Most people were small and insignificant in the eyes of the Gods, just as the bugs were to men and mer.

But as the mortal races would often catch an exceptional specimen in a jar and hold it dear, so had Azura chosen Teldryn, her champion, the savior of Morrowind and all of the Dunmer people. Through all of his trials, from the shining, glorious moments to the times where the darkness had surrounded and suffocated him until he had screamed for the merciful release of death, Azura was there. She always was, and always would be.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

Ehhhh, without being too spoilery (as the scene itself is super graphic), have this single line. Inspired by a similar line in Stephen King's Misery, which I thought might perfectly describe the feeling of having ones leg chopped off lmao

The pain was screaming, and so was she.

A line from your fic that's shocking

According to Kel, it's this scene since I'm not a fan of horse death lmao

Ascent from the Ashes Ch. 10 "Respite, Part 1"

Giving a hasty tug on his horse’s mane, he wheeled his mount around and rode hard back the way he came from.  He had to make it to her before the guards did, he had to.  

The pounding of the gelding’s hooves against the road and the rush of wind in his ears were the only sounds he could hear, until a sharp twang caught his attention, followed by the sickening sound of bone shattering and a squeal from his horse.  The gelding staggered for a few steps before he crashed to the ground, and Teldryn was thrown from his back and tumbled to the dirt beside him.  

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

I know this scene got people thinking and theorizing of what the Thing is. I want to talk more about it but i CAN'T! Not yet! Absolutely down to hear peoples guesses though!

Ascent from the Ashes Ch. 5 "Withered Away and Crumbled to Dust"

"I was cleaning up one day and found this.  Thought you might want to keep it."  

Wren squinted at Lydia's closed hands, and her fingers parted to reveal a piece of soft golden cloth.  Upon recognizing the gift, the blood in her veins froze instantly, and it was as if something had forced the breath from her lungs and replaced it with ice.  She knew exactly what this thing was and where it had come from, but she did not want to acknowledge that it was here, right here in front of her.  

“W-what makes you think I want this?"  Her voice was small, weak.  A shadow of what it could be.  Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes, and she blindly reached out, grasping at nothingness, until Lydia's hands found hers and pressed something soft into her palm.  

“You need this," Lydia whispered, her voice crackling.  Wren felt fingers comb through her hair and warm lips on her forehead.  It did little to comfort her.  “Take it.  It belongs with you."

Wren clutched the piece to her chest, kneading it between her fingers.  It was incredibly soft and should have been an object of comfort, but now only served to suck the life from within her.

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[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Recently I’ve been having ideas about Eames.

TH Masterlist

Now, before any of you are going to wonder what kind of psycho I am, let me explain why this came up in the dark corners of my mind.

So, in Inception, we basically get little info about Eames. All we know is his surname and that he’s a damn splendid trickster. What is his story? What did he do before Dom approached him and the events of the movie took place?

Who is Eames?

I know I’m heavily diverging from canon here, but that very question spawned a concept I can’t stop thinking about.

Prof!Eames who stalks the cam girl he’s obsessed with and so happens to be one of his students.

*sips her coffee* Yeah, I know. But hear me out.

His online username is GentlemanSir.

He went to great lengths to grab your attention. Making multiple donations during streams, sending gifts and letters to your P.O. box, instructing the barista at the café you frequent to give you handwritten notes with your coffee but remain silent about him being the secret messenger.

Truth be told, he actually gets off on the idea he holds financial dominance over you.

Eames remembers fondly the absolutely flabbergasted expression on your face, the haze of pleasure temporarily lifted, when he donated once again a sum of money running into the hundreds.

It wasn’t so much the number that caught your eye. No, it was the message.

‘For groceries and to buy something nice for yourself.’

That certainly had him score brownie points with you. Sure, the money was nice, but it was the thoughtfulness of his words which drew you to him.

Very well aware of this, having overheard a couple conversations between you and your friends, Eames continued to accompany his donations with sweet messages.

Sir’s proud of you, taking such a big dildo. But don’t forget to drink water, darling!

Take a shower before you go to sleep, poppet. If I was there, I’d wash you and tuck you in.

I really like the new pink lingerie. Here’s some pocket change so you can buy some more cute outfits.

In class, he’s noticed you’ve become more at ease. Before, you used to have this distracted air, which he deduced stemmed from financial worries.

He’s kept an eye on you, trailing you from a distance after your shifts at your two part-time jobs to make sure you got home safe.

Not gonna lie, he was kind of ecstatic when you mentioned quitting your second job. He’s always admired your drive to balance academics with private and work life, but the exhaustion it caused you only made him amp up his game to get you to notice him.

He’d take care of you.

First behind the scenes.

And later, after graduating, he’d step from the shadows to take you on a trip and make you his.

Eames knows you won’t be able to reject his offer, already having planned what cards to play when your conscience will start to gnaw at you.

Moreover, he certainly had noticed the doe eyes you tend to make at him during lectures and seminars and the way you blush when you say his name, a privilege extended only to you.

He can tell it makes you happy when you call him Ian, especially outside of class.

He’s been working out more because he’s noticed the underlying dreamy satisfaction in your eyes it causes. The height difference helps too, as proven by a happy accidental discovery when he paid for your coffee in the cafeteria.

“It isn’t proper for a gentleman to let a woman pay for her own drink,” he merrily told you when you glanced over your shoulder, cheeks flushed and your whole body slightly trembling.

Had he let his self-control waver, he’d have swept you off of your feet and taken you right there and then. You simply looked too cute.

Too meek.

Incapable of stopping him.

He knows you tend to frequent bookshops in your spare time, so it happens more than once you ‘bump into him’ while browsing them.

He stays close to you under the pretense of protecting you from the other predatory men who fancy they have a chance with you.

In reality, though, the hand resting on your hip stems from the pure need, the instinct, to touch you.

Moreover, he enjoys the way he towers over you. He’s basically the wall between you and the outside world (and everyone in it).

A role which he intends to play until you tell your audience you’re taken by a man who does it like no other and you shut the camera off once and for all.

Until you introduce him to your parents and friends as your husband, the man who provides you with a stable and comfortable life.

Until he is your world.

And in the meantime, he’ll just have to get rid of every obstacle.

One silent bullet and perfect lie at a time.

All behind your back.

So you don’t have to see Sir’s monstrous side.

I’ll admit I went off the rails here, but this is what I’m living for right now. I don’t know how I’d translate this into a wee story or series, if ever I will. All the same, I thought it’d be a nice concept to share.

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#Inception #Eames #Eames imagine #Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Ian Eames

[starryvoid111]

Some tough love? :^)

What are you afraid of, nonnie? Are you afraid of not getting your desires, or of getting them? You learnt about loa and were swept off your feet, weren't you? You thought about how magical it would be to have your desires, to have everything you ever dreamed of.

You went on Tumblr to research it, and you did. You've read the posts, you've read the success stories, you've learnt about the methods, you've asked for advice and gotten advice. You, yes YOU, know how to manifest. You. know.

(I wrote a whole thing on this, and ^this^ is the stuff I remember, but Tumblr crashed on my computer and kicked me out >:(. So here's an extract of a great post I found online that I modified a bit!!)

"This is your nudge to get moving and chase your dreams. Because what else are we manifesting for? If we’re feeling this way, why not chase the dreams that are clearly chasing us? Why not allow yourself to manifest your fulfilment?

What else are we creating goals for? And why create goals if not to change your life so that it is more exciting? More true to you? You deserve it.

And yet so many people make excuses to justify why they may not be able to hit their goals. I'm ALREADY seeing and hearing tons of people explaining why they might not be able to manifest in time for whatever. You still have time to plan and you’re already working on your escape route??? No! Noooo!

I don’t want this to be you.

So let’s get into it. Why do people even have goals? What is our fascination? For most of us, it is an opportunity to declare to the world, to the Universe, how you’re going to change for the better.

So many of us are too ashamed to ask for what we want because we think it’s selfish to put ourselves first, so we look for an excuse to start. To change. To do better.

Well, I’m here to tell you that you don’t need a f****** excuse.... you don’t need a New Year resolution or even a new year to do this. There is absolutely no reason to wait. New year, new me? No. How about new Wednesday, new me. New month, new me. F*** it, new hour, new me!

The only excuse you need to start becoming a better version of yourself is because you want to. I give you permission to go after it and become f****** happy and successful, by your OWN standard, because you WANT it.

And if you really want something? Own it. Write it down. PLAN for it!!! Own the success you want because if you don’t, what lesson are we setting for those who come after us? What lesson is there is in our martyrdom?

The last person to win from martyrdom is yourself and those you’re leading. Suffering for the benefit of others isn’t selfless, it’s selfish. You’re denying yourself and the world your gifts, you're leading by example.

So I call bullshit. We are bold and we can ask for what we want. We can plan and take what we want. And, we do not have to apologise TO ANYONE for doing so.

If you are waiting until some random post clicks for you, that is fine. But own that too. I do not want to hear anymore people “shoulding” all over themselves with "I should do this", "I should do that", "I should....XYZ". Stop asking for permission to be successful. Take it. Take whatever it is you long to do or to become. Make a plan to succeed now before life gets in the way.

If you want someone to say it’s okay not to chase your biggest f****** dreams, you’re not going to find that here, not from me. Because I know you are worth so much more. You are meant to do so much for this world.

What a tragedy it would be, if you never hit any of your goals because you were afraid to try, because you wanted to hide behind “what you should have done” but did not actually do. As Glennon Doyle would say, “You can do hard things”.

Either decide to do, or not to do, but make a conscious decision. Own that decision. That way, 20 years from now, you’re not still thinking of all the things you "should" have done.

You know what your decision was, one way or another, and you can choose to make different decisions or not, but come from a place of empowerment, and not from a place of shame.

Replace the word "should" with what you "are", or "are not", going to do. I don’t want you to justify why it’s okay to step out of your greatness. I don’t. You want to "should" all over yourself? Talk about it with someone who won’t force you to grow.

If you want to sit around and talk about all the things you "should" do without doing them? You will maintain that status quo.

Instead, start planning the things you will do... today. Step into the identity of someone who has all of the things that you desire. Would they excuse their way out of doing the work and taking a risk? No. And neither should you. Become that person. Because once you are them, you will have what they have. You will have the success you’re destined for. Change starts from within.

Become the person you want to be... now... today, this very minute. Step into the identity of the person you want to be, and you will manifest everything that will keep you in that success, and that will make the new identity TRUE for you.

Take 5 minutes today to declare what your future thoughts, ideas, beliefs, emotions, and actions would be....if you were already successful. Once you have this defined, step into every single one of these things....starting with your thoughts. Your everyday thoughts are critical because your thoughts lead to your emotions, which lead to your beliefs. And your beliefs govern your actions... which lead toward you achieving your goals.

You’re beautiful, confident, and successful. You are abundant and your dreams are always flowing to you. Know these thoughts, feel the emotions they bring, and you will be on your way to believing, to manifesting.

Please, please, please, please plan for your success. You are so f******* worthy. Go out there and manifest some miracles."

And... scene! I hope this helped!

#void mail #law of assumption

[lyranova]

Hey my dear🤭

I just wants too ask ida and Discordia interaction wo Discordia commen Ida’s coffe Konsum

have a good day 🤭

Hiya Marune! Of course you can, I hope I portrayed Ida well, I had so much fun imagining her and Discordia just sitting and talking (And Dia trying to convince her not to drink so much coffee 😆) and I hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 714

Warnings: None

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Discordia smiled softly as she sat at a table in the garden of House Faust, it was just a normal summer afternoon. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze swept through the Faust garden.

“ Hey Dia, what are you doing?” Ida Faust, Nacht and Morgen’s sister and Discordia’s cousin, asked curiously as she looked over the older woman’s shoulder.

“ I am drinking some tea while…contemplating life,” Discordia said mysteriously as she took a sip of her tea. She watched the young girl walk around and sit down in the chair opposite her, and she raised a brow. “ What are you drinking?”

“ Coffee,” Ida responded simply before taking a sip of her drink, and Dia’s brow raised a little more at her words. Coffee was Ida’s drink of choice most days, while Discordia’s was tea. The two had laughed about being opposites when it came to their drinks, while their personalities were actually pretty similar.

“ How many cups have you had?” Discordia asked with a slightly raised brow, and Ida shrugged.

“ I think this is my 5th?” Ida said as she suddenly tilted her head, and Discordia blinked in surprise.

“ Your 5th? Ida,” Discordia started with a sigh and the younger girl groaned. “ You know you’re only supposed to have one cup.” She continued in a scolding tone.

“ What’re you, my mom?” Ida asked as she crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. Discordia shook her head as she crossed her arms and sat back in her chair.

“ No, I’m not your mom, but I am someone who loves, cares, and worries about you.” Discordia pointed out as she watched Ida pout and look away. “ So could you please not drink so much coffee?”

“ But if I only drink one cup of coffee, then I still feel tired,” Ida said with a dramatic sigh. “ How about…I drop it down to four cups of coffee a day?”

Discordia’s brow raised once again, and Ida groaned and threw her head back.

“ Please, Dia? I’m trying my best to compromise here!” Ida said as she leaned forward and rested her arms on the table.

Discorida made a humming noise, she knew she couldn’t ask Ida to quit coffee completely, or just drop automatically from five cups to one. So they did need to find a compromise, just like Ida said.

“ How about two cups of coffee and one cup of tea?” Discordia suggested, and she watched Ida's face immediately contort into a look of disgust.

“ Dia, you know I don’t like tea!” Ida said as she shook her head, and Discordia chuckled before she leaned forward as well.

“ Alright, alright, how about you drink…2 and a half cups of coffee, and if you still feel tired then you can drink the other half? Does that sound fair?”

“ Not really,” Ida said bluntly, before she gave the older woman a small smirk. “ But I guess I can try and drink only two and a half cups. But it’s only because you asked!”

Discordia smiled before she reached out and gently patted the girl on the head. Ida stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, but didn’t try to stop her.

“ Hey Ida,” Discordia began softly as she continued to pay her head. “ Promise me something,”

“ What?”

“ Don’t ever change. 5, 10, even 20 years from now, I hope you always stay the same sassy and bright Ida that I’ve always known.” Ida suddenly snorted before she turned to look at her.

“ I don’t plan on changing anytime soon, but why are you making me promise? Are you going somewhere?” Ida asked, her tone serious but with a hint of sadness in it. Discordia quickly shook her head.

“ No, I’m not going anywhere, at least not anytime soon. So don’t worry,” Discordia assured the girl, and she watched Ida smile a bit.

“ Good, because Faust Manor would be very boring without you here,” Ida said softly. “ I don’t know what any of us would do if we didn’t get to hear you and Nacht’s bickering every day,” Ida added with a chuckle, and Discordia laughed as well.

The two laughed and talked more over their tea and coffee as the afternoon turned to evening and the two would have to part.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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