#< I GUESS??? ME ME NO LIKELY BUGG Y

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there is a big ass fucking COCKROACH (or palmetto bug my grandma says its a palmetto bug but i do not BELIEVE her that thing is TOO BIG and its colorization is TOO off for it to be a palmetto bug) SOMEWHERE in my house bc we were unable to catch it when it went under a table in MY DESIGNATED AREA n got REAL FUCKIN COMFY so now i have to sleep LIVING IN FEAR OF WHAT COMES TOMORROW (<< possibility of me seeing bug)

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Hii love congrats on 200 followers I was wondering if I could request a spider man Ethan Landry x female reader where he takes care of his drunk girlfriend

Thank you, love 🕸🕷that means so much to me!! I hope you enjoy this 🌼

Drunk Love

Summary: Spiderman! Ethan takes care of his drunk girlfriend. || m.list

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Fluff! little angst swearing, drinking, throwing up mentions of NSFW 🫶

update: college is kicking my ass, but break is going to be here soon!!!

did not proof read

ALSO NEW THEME!!!

It was girls' night which meant drunk confessions and dumb middle school games in the living room of the Carpenter sisters' apartment.

As much as the boys thought it was unfair getting thrown out, they planned to have their own fun night, which was sitting in their apartment living room yelling at a flat screen tv over the video game of the hour.

Everyone at this point had found out Ethan your boyfriend was Spiderman, he told them about a year into taking on the role, when he had told them Mindy had stood up shouting "YES! you owe me twenty bucks Chad" everyone had laughed about it and seemed not surprised.

Months had passed and everyone got used to the disappearances of Ethan, but for you it was hard. You always missed him, you felt like you never saw him. Between classes and working, your schedule never matched with his. The occasional nights where he'd slip in through your window would be a treat, but it was never enough.

It was already passed midnight, the drinks were getting stronger, and the music was getting louder.

"Alright y/n we all answered now it's your turn! Where's the weirdest place you've had sex." Mindy stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a bottle of vodka and grape juice in her hand. Everyone was giggling at the question as your face was blushing.

You looked up acting like you were thinking of it, Sam and Tara were sitting on the couch trying to guess places, Anika was making some snacking and drinks with Mindy.

Setting your drink on the coffee table you laughed to yourself finally landing on a place, it weirdest and it's definitely not a normal place. "Ethan wanted to take me on a date around the city, but Spiderman style. So, we went swinging around and then at some point he made this web between some random buildings, and we could look at the stars and well you know one thing led to another."

Tara, and Sam's mouth hung open, "no fucking way you had sex in the middle of the sky on a fucking spider web!!" Everyone's eyes were wide open looking at you as if you told them your darkest secret.

"I mean it's not that bad, its honestly really comfortable plus Ethan he-"Mindy's voice cut you off as she came back into the room with drinks, Anika followed holding the snacks.

"No, we don't need to hear anything about Ethan, I can't look at him other than the shy nerdy boy" you laughed and kept the rest to yourself.

After a good hour or so Tara was knocked out, Mindy and Anika were going to walk back to their place and Sam was going to head to Danny's place across the street. Your mind was racing, and your body felt so hot and warm.

Your mind had thought about Ethan, your heart ached so much at the thought of not seeing him right now. Pulling out your phone you thought about texting him.

The boys had taken a little bit of a break from the game to talk, Chad wanted to talk about how things were going with Tara when ethan felt his phone buzz. Grabbing it from the counter he read a message from you.

pretty girl <3

'baby i miss youu so muh! like i wantto see you!'

'oh i think im just druk'

'your withchad illl leaave you alone'

'im srry'

'i love you baby haha bug boy i miss you'

He smiled looking at the messages, he thought it was cute anytime you were drunk. If you weren't together you would spam his phone in love notes, it was his favorite thing.

bugg boy 🕷

'my love are you okay?'

'Do you want me to come get you? I don't mind!'

'Baby you don't have to bee sorry, you know I love these messages!!'

'Pretty girl, I'm heading over!'

Chad had been fine with Ethan leaving, that had also given him a reason to see his girlfriend. Taking Ethan's car they drove to the girls' apartment, they didn't worry about knocking since it was their second home.

Walking in Chad could see Tara curled up in the couch chair, Ethan's landed on you. You were laying down on your stomach face buried into the couch half hanging off. Chad walked to Tara talking to her softly, he got her up and guided her to her room.

Ethan sat on the ground next to the couch, his hand softly rubbing your back. "My love, I'm here. How are you feeling?" You felt the warmth of his hand through your shirt, the sound of his voice so low and soft made your heart flip.

You raised your head slightly already smiling, "bug boy, my bug boy" You pushed yourself off of the couch making the rest of your body slide into his lap. "ugh I missed you" he chuckled as he felt you shove your face in his neck.

"How drunk are you?" you giggled at his question, something about it seemed funny. Ethan pushed his body up so he could take a look at you.

You laid in his lap with your eyes half closed, "you're so beautiful. Like yes, you're hot but like also so beautiful, with your curly fluffy hair oohh and your freckles- your freckles are so pretty and your eyes- godd I'm so in love with you" Your arms wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his chest under his jacket a little.

His face burning red with your confession. "My love as much as I love hearing you say you love me; we need to get you to bed. Let's get you home-"

"Your bed. I want your bed, it smells like you, and if you aren't there when I wake up at least I have your sheets that have your smell" You nodded to yourself as you thought out loud, Ethan wasn't meant to hear that, but You couldn't control what you were saying right now.

"Fine, we will go to my place." Your face lit up at the agreement. He helped you stand up only for you to tumble, "Okay, hold on." he turned around, so his back was facing your chest. "Can you jump up?"

He squatted down more, so it wasn't such a big jump. Your hands rested loosely on his shoulders. You jumped as much as you could, and his hands grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you up. He jumped himself a little so you could get on his back comfortably.

He checked on Chad and Tara and saw they were good and then made his way back to the car. You were half asleep on his back, mumbling little things to yourself. "Bug boy is my boyfriend, I love bug boy, how am I moving?"

He laughed at your little comments. You're going to have a rough morning tomorrow. He made it back to the car and placed you on the passenger side, leaning in. He was trying to buckle you in, but you grabbed his face, pulling him to you. Your lips met his, and he could taste the cheap liquor. "Mmm, I love being able to do that." Your words were slurred, but he could understand you.

After a solid thirty minutes, you reached Ethan's apartment. He carried you in and set you on the corner of his bed, running to the kitchen he got water, and as he turned to the sink, he felt his spider tingles go off. The next thing he heard was you saying "oh oh" he ran back to the room to see you stumbling into the bathroom. Making it just in time to the toilet he grabbed your hair as you felt all the alcohol make its way back up.

"Its okay baby let it out" he felt bad he couldn't do more to help you, he hated seeing you like this.

His hand ran up and down your back, as you sat there for a few more minutes. "I'm fine, I swear, Ethan I'm good" your voice was echoing from the inside of the bowl.

"Do you need to throw up anymore?" his voice was soft and filled with concern.

You shook your head, leaning up from the toilet. he grabbed your wrist taking a hair tie from you. Pulling your hair back he made a sloppy bun.

Picking you up he sat you on the lid edge of the tub, resting your back on the wall you watched him. He flushed the toilet and cleaned around it with the mess you made and seeing him clean just made something in you sad.

"Oh god Ethan I'm so sorry- I'm sorry I made a mess on your-" before you could finish, he reached over cupping your face.

"Hey, hey, look at me it's okay. I don't mind, it's a little bit of puck but who cares. I'm here to take care of you, okay. Don't be sorry, any excuse to take care of my love I will do anything" he kissed the top of your head. Your face was even more flushed from his words.

"I need to brush my teeth and take my makeup off" you tried to get up but felt Ethan's webs stick to your wrist.

"No. Sit down. I will do it" his voice was stern yet loving.

He turned around with a makeup wipe remover already in hand, kneeling down he grabbed your face pulling it down to look at him. The coldness of the wipe made you gasp but then hum, the feeling of his hand on your face made you lean into his touch.

You looked at him, seeing the moles you love so much scattered over his face. The brown eyes you fell in love with, then your eyes landed on a scar on his right eyebrow. Your lips formed into a frown as you reached out and touched it.

Ethan took notice as your face was full of sadness. "what's wrong pretty girl?"

"I don't like you going out at nighttime fighting, I don't want you to go out one night and not return. I miss you." He saw the tears in your eyes build up.

He didn't know how to answer at first, his hand still resting on your face while the other hand wiped your makeup. "I'm sorry, pretty girl. I didn't realize you felt like this. How about we talk about this more in the morning."

Your eyes were getting heavy as each minute passed, mindlessly nodding your head already forgetting the conversation. Ethan then helped you somewhat brush your teeth and get to bed, where a glass of water sat waiting for you on the nightstand.

Chugging half of it you climbed into bed smiling, "mmmh smells like my boyfriend" you grabbed his pillows burying your face in them. Ethan couldn't help but laugh at your actions.

He followed you into his bed, lying next to you, his arms wrapped around you pulling you closer. Your face buried into his neck as you moved to get comfortable. "I have the best boyfriend, ha-ha, spiider-man, my bug boy" he felt you lightly kissing his neck before sleep fully took over your body.

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KinderRonpa

The second Victim. The Second Blackened.

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Crash

Oh no..

Cindy: You sure you heard that loud ass thud in this room?

Kidd: Duh! I know it's here! You also heard some footsteps fading away from the room, right?

Cindy: Oh, you too? Maybe that absolute dumbass got embarrassed because of that noise-

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?!?!

(Victim): Penny

Penny: The Ultimate Robot Baker.

Cause of death: Crushed by bookshelf.

Additional information: She was found in the main library. Her body is horribly broken and severely damaged, her damage was so horrible that her head popped off, leaving some weird and unusual green blood-like substance on the floor. (Off with her head..) I guess she really is a robot. Totally surprising. Totally..

All Ultimates surrounds her body. The Detective decided to investigate while also interrogate Kidd.

Lily: So, what happened?

Kid: I'm not too sure, neither does Cindy. We were both looking around this area to find more clues to get out of the school. But we heard a loud crash in the library, so me and Cindy decided to check it out. We also heard footsteps fading away as we walked inside. Not sure what that's about.

Billy: Footsteps? Running away from the library? I guess the murder just happened a few moments ago. But.. Me and Lily just walked past the Library.. And saw the person run out of there..

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Lily: Weird. The Blackened always have to be so obvious, Billy.

Billy: Yeah, kinda sad honestly.

Kidd: Wait, so you both already know who the murderer is?

Billy: Of course we already know.

The Spy looks at the Blackened, staring at their obvious nervous emotion and body language. It's like they know they're doomed.

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Nugget: you look quite nervous, dear friend of nugget.

Kidd: Who wouldn't be, Nuggs? I'm just sad that Penny was the one that got killed. It could've been anyone but her..

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Felix: since you're the detective, I suppose you already know who the culprit is?

Lily: Well of course, it's quite obvious really. And I suppose a business man like you also know who it is?

Felix: Correct. Their despair body emotions are pretty much a dead give away.

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In the Trial..

Kidd: I'll start it off. Me and Cindy were together the whole time. We both heard a loud crash in the library and the footsteps fading away from the crime. My question is, where was everyone at that time?

Jerome: I'll just say, I was in my room the whole time, until I heard the announcement. Ron can vouch for me.

Ron: Yup. I was walking with him to his door and I walked into my door since we're next to eachother. Oh and I also saw nugget walking to the bathroom.

Nugget: Yes yes.

Billy: Ok, anyone else?

Ted: I was with Felix the whole time, and we also saw Buggs on the Couch sleeping, in the main lobby area.

Felix: Indeed.

Buggs: Yup.

Billy: Alright. So if me and Lily were together.. And so was Kid and Cindy.. That just leaves you.. £^#%.

£^#%: H-Huh..? I was in the west hallway..!

Cindy: No you weren't. Me and Kidd walked past there and we didn't see or hear you.

£^#%: Y-Yes I was! You both are probably blind or just deaf if you didn't notice someone there!

Ron: Oh my gosh, dude is it actually you?!

£^#%: N-No! It's not-!

Buggs: Cut the bullshit, £^#%! Spit it out already!

£^#%: I .. Uh..!

Lily: It's obvious that it's them. £^#%. You're a nervous wreck right now.

Felix: Let's just hurry up and vote now. This is tiresome.

£^#%: N-No! Wait!!

(All the ultimates casted their votes, simply ignoring the distressed £^#%. The poll rolled, immediately landing on £^#% as whistles and cheers were heard from the machine. They got it right.)

£^#%: Wh.. Wha..?

Lily: Our suspension was correct. What do you have to say for yourself.. Ozzy?

Ozzy: W-What?! Hey! Did you all think I killed Penny.. On PURPOSE?! It's not actually me!!

Jerome: Wait.. What?

Monokoma: Alright, Ultimates! You all got it right! Do you all know what that means?? That's right! It's..

PUNISHMENT TIME!!!

Ozzy: NO! NO! WAIT! I WAS FRAMED! SOMEONE PUSHED ME FROM BEHIND AGAINST THE BOOKSHELF- AAAAHHHH-!!!

(Ozzy was pulled off immediately)

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Now Ozzy faces his punishment. It strangely doesn't have to do with his Ultimate Talent. It's mainly is allergic struggle.. green flowers.. There's nothing he can do.. All he can do is.. Perish and Suffocate in a greenhouse filled with those green flowers.

Ozzy is now officially dead. Leaving his lifeless body on the ground surrounded by the deadly flowers..

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Lily: Wait.. He.. Just said he was pushed..

Billy: Did we screwed up??

Nugget: But Monokoma said that Ozzy was the culprit.

Jerome: Wait.. I just realized something..

Buggs: What is it, man?

Jerome: Where the fuck is Madison and Alice??? They haven't been around this whole fuckin time!

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This concludes

Chapter 2.

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the antarctic idiots [pt.1] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.5k

a/n; fuck it, it is here now. here’s the techno x reader you fucking simps. i can’t even be mad bc i too am a simp for the anarchist pig that is technoblade. 

i hope this is somewhat up to par with everyone’s expectations since i hyped this up so much. this is one of the few writings that i actually like so- i couldn’t resist waiting so long to post it AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

next >

now you never really expected to find yourself on a side of history that was deemed "the villain's side", especially when the villain wasn't even that bad.

okay, that's a bit of a lie. this piglin man blew up an entire country to end government. plus he has evaded his taxes. i mean the list goes on but that's not the entire point here.

the point is, you found yourself actually being friends (even going as far as housemates) with the so-called evil anarchist.

now we might be moving too fast here, so let's move it back a little bit.

"so you want me to join pogtopia?" you looked up, shutting the book in your hand as you leaned back on your chair. "and what would i get in return exactly?"

"...our friendship won't die?" the voice of wilbur soot rings in your quiet home, unsure and nervous at your stern aura and words.

"why can't you just help us?!" tommy flared up, nearly throwing a fit if not for his older brother holding him back.

"just because i am your friend, does not mean i am interested in fighting for your conflicts." you place the book on the small side table, adjusting your gloves while you explain yourself to the two boys, "i'm not saying i'm a pacifist, but i'm not here to fight. i live far away for a reason. i told you this before."

"can i call in that favor then?" wilbur asked. "you still owe me one." you huffed at his words. you saw this coming.

"you're lucky i'm a nice person most of the time." you sighed, standing up and nearly towering over the two boys if not for wilbur being a bit taller than you. "i will get my stuff packed, and then we can get to your pogtopia. but while i do that, please explain the whole situation." since you lived so far away from society, you didn't know too much about what was happening unless wilbur told you about it and wilbur never really talked to you too often.

"well, you know how we had l'manburg.." and then he starts to explain how that completely backfired on them because they lost the election and now they lost their country. "and now we want to fight back for l'manburg." wilbur finishes explaining as you put your old netherite sword in its sheath that hung on your waist. "we just need your help. are you willing to train us?"

"it's not like i have much of a choice since you're cashing in that favor." you pointed out. "i better not be staying for too long."

"i can't make any promises about that." you sighed. "you ready?"

"unfortunately." it was time to leave your home and face violence once again.

"if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only person we've asked to help us." tommy says in an attempt to get you out of your bitter mood.

"that made me feel worse, tommy. i think you guys would've been fine without me if you have another person helping you other than tubbo." you slung your bag over your shoulder. "but if you really insist on getting the help of me, then who am i to judge?"

"since it seems like you're ready now, let's go to pogtopia!" tommy said, ignoring most of your words of complaints as he starts to drag you by the arm towards the dream smp. "it's quite the walk from here. why do you live so far from everyone? don't you get lonely? why didn't you join l'manburg with me and will?"

"slow down with the questions, tommy. first of all, i've told you and wilbur why i live far away, you did not listen though." you pressed a finger on his forehead, earning a huff of annoyance from the blonde. you moved your hand back to your side. "i simply do not like people. also why get pulled into conflict that you never were apart of to begin with? but that's pretty hypocritical of me to say now."

"i get that you're not fond of people, but aren't you lonely out here?" you three walked into the portal that would take you right into the nether. the sounds of bubbling lava and squealing pigmen was always an oddly comforting sound to hear.

"i'm perfectly content in my house. even if it's very far from others. i'm happy." you answered though your words sounded so... monotonous. tommy gave you a look, he definitely didn't believe you. "i know i don't sound happy but i am." before you knew it, you made it to the other nether portal which would actually take you to the manburg and pogtopia. oh how you didn't miss this place at all.

you never liked how manburg was ran even before shlatt was elected. you never really like government in general. it always seemed to be ruining everything. freedom never felt like freedom, at least that's what you thought especially when there was a goverment.

"welcome to pogtopia!" you were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't realized that you had made it to pogtopia.

"so where is your other helper? the first choice that wasn't me?" you asked.

"i think he might be here. he's been staying up for a long time. ever since he got in here." wilbur said. "technoblade? you here?" wilbur leads you to a potato farm and you soon feel a sense of familiarity as you enter the room.

"yeah." a low huff is heard, causing you and wilbur to turn your heads toward the source of the sound. "i'm here." what immediately catches your attention is the crown messily placed on his head as he farms. as a piglin, you've always been fond of gold, that adoration never left you once you went to the overworld. you never really wore a crown but you wore a gold pendant instead that was pinned to your cape.

"you have a really pretty crown." it takes you a minute to realize that those words came out of your mouth. "fuck, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you explained quickly to the male that was farming. "piglin things." you muttered.

"a very unexpected compliment. understandable." techno said. "wilbur, who is this again? have i met them?"

"well, you'd think you know each other since you're both piglins, but i guess the world is bigger than i thought. well, technoblade, meet y/n, y/n, meet technoblade."

"i call him the blade." tommy said smugly. "the blade! how's the potato planting doing?"

"it's doing fine. i didn't expect any company to come though."

"well, this is the person that we wanted to recruit for pogtopia."

"nice to meet you, even if the circumstances aren't the best. wilbur is lucky i owe him a favor." you said. "i sort of expected meeting you since tommy and wilbur mentioned you once they came to get me. i just never expected to see another piglin here in the overworld."

"never expected to see another piglin here either." techno hummed slightly.

maybe staying in pogtopia won't be too bad. at least you made a friend?

that was sort of a lie. you and techno never really talked after the encounter. it never worried you, you’re not one for conversation right now anyways. you had a mission to do and you’re gonna do it. you didn’t have time to make friends, at least that’s what you thought. friends seemed to be temporary in the smp, considering the wars that were and have happened.

you weren’t going to make another friend, knowing that you just might get pulled into their fights.

“why did you stop fighting once you left l’manburg?” wilbur’s voice rings in the small fighting pit that was made for training.

“i simply didn’t find the need to fight. it doesn’t mean i’m any weaker though. i will still fight for what i want to fight for.” and that’s gonna be really ending this whole government. you think to yourself, letting the nighttime ambience fill the air.

“you still have your lives...right?” you show him your wrist which had 3 hearts tattooed on it. 

“i’ve been living away from everyone, of course i won’t die that easily.” you let out an empty laugh. “bold of you to assume i would even die.”

“i know it’s ridiculous to even think that you would lose a life after you left l’manburg but what if dream were to chase you down and kill you?”

“i understand your worry, but need not to worry, i can handle myself. if i couldn’t you guys would never even assign me as cavalry captain those years ago.” you said, unbuttoning your gold pendant to place it on the stone cold floor along with your other accessories you had. “it’s not like dream can do too much to me. we made a deal after all.”

“a deal?” wilbur raised an eyebrow as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the ground.

“don’t be too concerned. i’m not like eret. i wouldn’t betray you.”

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The rise and fall of our love

part one | part two

playlist: broken by jake bugg

no.1 party anthem by arctic monkeys

pairing: james x reader, james x lily 

warnings: language, angst, fluff 

A/N: sooo im back with part two!!! thank you for the fantastic feedback and appreciation you gave me on the first part, and i hope this lives up to your expectations!!!! sending all the love xoxo

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(moodboard made by me)

"How is he?" 

"Y/N…" Remus began, putting down his quill. Your gaze never left the essay in front of him, refusing to see the pity that his stare held. Because that - that glint in his eyes, the way the right corner of his mouth lifted in a poor attempt of a smile - that was pity. 

You shook your head softly. How did it get here? 

"Am I not allowed to know? He won't speak to me or look at me. I almost feel guilty even though I know I haven't done anything wrong." 

"James is…"

"A fool." 

You knew he was trying not to smile. "Yes, that is the obvious answer. But he is still with Lily." 

Of course he is. What he said that day - or rather what he smelt - has been the talk of the school for weeks. People were staring at you in the halls, pointing behind your back - so much that you stopped hanging out anywhere else besides your dorm and the library. 

And James - he never bothered to say anything to you. It hurt more than you expected to, but you didn't let it show. I am fine, you said every time one of your friends asked. Then, you would smile kindly and change the subject. You would see them exchange worried glances - you pretended you didn't notice. Soon they stopped asking, and you stopped pretending. 

"Do they love each other?" Something in your pathetic heart broke at the quiver in your voice. Love.

Love. Never in your life have you heard a more overrated word. So much loss, so much damage made for love. Was it really worth it? The way your stomach dropped and the slight tremble of your lip, the ache that would just not go away - were these the cost of love? 

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. He watched you in awe - as if he read the truth in your eyes. You felt the tears roll on your cheeks, hitting the parchments sprawled on your desk. You let them fall. He opened his mouth, then closed it. 

"I understand." you whispered. 

You got up, but Remus caught your hand. 

"Do you…?" 

You smiled softly. "Does it matter anymore?" 

He let go of your hand and you walked away. 

×××

"Hogsmeade, today?" Sirius asked as he plopped down next to you. He took a big bite of your sandwich - and noticing your icy glare, he put his hand over your shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You pushed him off you and wiped your face. 

"Bloody hell! You even kiss like a dog!" you retorted. 

"No, I don't." 

"No, he doesn't." Marlene smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

"Hogsmeade, you were saying?" 

"Yes - Remus and Lily are busy with their important top-secret prefect duties and James has quidditch practice, so it'll be just us. I guess you don't mind third-wheeling for a bit." 

"Can't wait!" you feigned excitement. 

×××

It was freezing, to say the least. You were glad you had two pairs of socks on, otherwise you might have had to postpone the trip and pay a visit to the hospital wing instead. 

"I don't sound like that!" Sirius whined, handing you and Marlene your butterbeer - you've decided to stop at The Three Broomsticks. 

"Of course you do, darling. And may I add that you look ravishing." you purred in your best impression of Sirius' voice. Then, you turned to Marlene and winked. "You are the most gorgeous person in here."

"Careful, that's not true." a voice caught your attention. No, no no no.

"Oi - Prongs, mate! Thought you had quidditch practice!" Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Got cancelled because of the snow. Hello." he nodded and smiled towards you and Marlene, then pulled a chair at the table. It was the first time he's talked to you in weeks. 

You didn't bother to answer. In fact, you didn't even look at him. The rest of your stay at the pub passed in a haze, with careless answers and quick nods. 

×××

Before you knew it, you were left on a bench with James, waiting for the others to "buy some quills from Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop", as they were in big need of "quills" and "didn't have any left to write the Transfiguration essay we had due Wednesday". Oh, if only you had Transfiguration on Wednesdays! 

"So… how have you been?" James trailed off, rubbing his neck. Ah, so that's how he wanted to play this game.Too bad. 

"Why, James?" you ask, gazing at the shops in front of you. "Why did you ignore me? What happened that day?" 

He sighed. "I don't know. I- I made a mistake. You shouldn't have found out, not like that." 

"You have some guts, don't you?" you spat. 

"Excuse me?" You faced him. That face - the face you dreamt about, the one you kept telling yourself you hated - you missed that face, you missed him so much that you were glad you were sitting down, for you might as well have fallen to your knees. 

"Do you know how it is," you started, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes, "to feel so alone that you find yourself crying without a reason? Do you know how it feels to spend your nights wondering why you weren't enough - what you did to deserve this? Even if you did nothing wrong?"

"Do you know how it's like to watch the person you love drift away from you? To watch that person become a stranger? Do you know how it felt to know that you wouldn't even look at me?" You were now shouting. "Tell me, James! Look me in the eyes and tell me!" 

Silence. You watched him trying to find an answer and you silently begged him to say something. 

"Do you love me?" he whispered incredulously. Not that. 

"Would it change anything if I said I do?" 

"I don't know."

"Do you still love her?" You couldn't say her name. 

"I don't know." He let his head fall in his hands. For the first time in weeks, you laughed. You laughed until your vision went blurry, until you felt the salty taste of your tears. 

"You know nothing, James Potter." you sneered, then got up. 

You made your way back to the castle alone. 

×××

"Guys guys I have the most amazing idea." Sirius came rushing in the Great Hall, managing to trip and almost fall. He quickly regained his composure and continued running as if nothing had happened. 

"That's new." Remus said while reading the prophet. 

It's been weeks since that night in Hogsmeade, weeks in which you've avoided James at all costs, despite his numerous attempts at conversation. 

"I'll choose to ignore that." Sirius glared at his friend, then continued. "Don't you all want to go for a dip?" 

"I think I speak for all of us when I say that I do not intend to die in the freezing lake on a lovely day of winter." You scowl, munching on your pastries. You loved pastries. (mood) 

Sirius smirked. "I'm glad you are all so joyous so early in the morning, but for your knowledge, I wasn't talking about the lake. My dear, smartass friends, I was thinking of crashing the Prefects bathroom!" 

That got your attention. You looked at Remus full of hope and he shrugged. 

"And how exactly are we going to do that? "

"Well, this is where our prefect friends come in handy."

"Lily would never help you do this." James cuts in. 

"That's why I wasn't planning on inviting her." Much to your surprise James didn't object. "You forgot about our other prefect friend - and I'm looking at you, Moony." 

You all looked at Remus who seemed a tad bit uncomfortable. "I guess - alright? But if anyone catches us, it's your fault." he pointed his finger at Sirius. 

"I solemnly swear." He put his hand over his heart, then winked. 

×××

"Looks like your plan to ignore James isn't gonna last." Marlene said while stuffing all the towels she could find in her bag. 

"I'm aware of that." You really were. You've mentally prepared yourself to spend the night in the same room with him for the past week. "Ready? The boys are waiting." 

"Yeah, let's go." You were to go to the bathroom in groups of three using the cloak, then spend the night there. 

"Alright," Sirius' head popped from under the cloak "we'll go together - Remus, James and Peter are already there. Come on." he whispered. 

You got to the bathroom in no time and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. You felt pathetic - you were all going to hang out as friends. 

Marlene's hand squeezed yours - everything will be alright. It was your thing; back in the day, you used to do this every time the other would be anxious about something. You looked at her and smiled, squeezing back twice - I know. 

You entered and your mouth flew open.  You've never seen a more luxurious bathroom before. The "bathtub" was easily the size of a medium sized pool. Greek caryatids held the archways, and the stained glass windows reflected their patterns on the marble floor tiles. 

"I suddenly feel bad for not working harder to be a prefect - if I had known this would be my bathroom, I would've gladly learnt the entire History of Magic coursebook by heart" Marlene said, with a small pout on her face and her arms crossed. 

"Same here." Your gaze followed the sculptures on the ceiling and slowly fell on him. He looked angelic - the way the coloured moonlight caressed his face, the faint blush on his cheeks - made him part of the setting. 

There was no point in lying to yourself. You liked him, despite everything he's done, everything he's said, you continued to like him. All those comforting lies you've said were trying to cover the inevitable truth, the truth which had been well hidden somewhere deep inside your soul. Until now. 

You stripped out of your clothes, fully aware of his impertinent stare. You stepped into the pool, sighing in pleasure at the warmth of the water. 

"Wanna play anything?" you asked no one in particular. 

"Oh, we should play shoulder wars!" Sirius exclaimed excitedly.

"I think I'm gonna skip this!" Peter announced from his chair. 

You looked at James, then turned to Remus. You rose your eyebrows inquisitively, and he smiled kindly. 

"I guess imma skip this one as well." James said, slightly disappointed. 

"Come on, Marls, we gotta kick some ass."

And so did the games begin. 

×××

You were trying, and failing miserably to keep your balance on Remus' shoulders. 

"Haha- losers!" Marlene laughed. It was your sixth time losing.

"Y/N, I think I'll give up now, before this becomes too humiliating." Remus said while getting out of the water and pulling out his book. 

"No Remus, you can't give up now! I know we can do this!" you saw him sit comfortably in an armchair, and something clicked into your mind. "You ditch me to read? And sabotaged me? Remus John Lupin, I'm disappointed."

"Take Prongs instead, he's far more competitive than I am." he smiled innocently. So this was his plan. 

You turned to James, and he got up excitedly. You got on his shoulders, and his hands tentatively touched your legs. You saw Marlene and Sirius smirking and you glared at them. 

×××

The score was close. It was the match point. Marlene was desperately trying to push you when you came up with the winning idea. You splashed some water into her face, obstructing her vision. Then, you tickled her and she fell. 

"And that's how it's done!" you shout, raising your fist. Marlene's head appeared from under the water, clearly mad. 

"That was not fair!" 

"There's no such thing as fair!" Marlene smirked, as if she was saying oh, really? and pushed James with such brute strength that he fell, taking you with him. 

He caught you before your head could hit the bottom. He lifted you up bridal style and you put your left hand around his neck and moved the other one from your nose to his shoulder. You stayed in his arms, not wanting to let go. You were gazing into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, when it hit you. 

You loved him. 

And he was still with Lily. 

You pulled away from his embrace, breaking the stare. "It's not right - Lily…" you mutter, getting out of the water. 

The others seemed all deeply interested in Remus' book. You could even hear Sirius asking questions about the plot. You turned away; James was still in the pool, in the same place, trying to make out the meaning of what happened. 

It wasn't fair. 

Life wasn't fair. 

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Oblivious

Incoding might not have noticed what was going on, but Innocent and Ruthless definitely did.

They watched him fly out the door after getting off the phone with Decaying, and said nothing when he returned, hours later, his eyes distant and a faint smile on his lips.

They noticed that he still wore the ring his old morail had given him, playing with it when he was thinking; he never took it off, unless he was showering.

They saw the look in his eye when he reminisced on the days when he was a thief, eagerly going into detail about the ways Decaying had taught him to pick locks and silence alarms.

They heard the earnest emotion in his voice when he spoke about Decaying’s plight, about getting him some professional help for his memory loss.

They listened to the laughter that bubbled in his throat as he tried to explain the nonsense he had to listen to during his last visit, about Decaying’s theories on the Empress being a giant slug in troll skin.

And now, they shared a knowing look with one another as they caught their punk boyfriend staring out the window, playing with the ring idly as he got lost in thought. The goldblood sighed deeply, only to flinch, startled, as Ruthless flopped onto the seat next to him.

“I heard that, lad. What’s on yer mi√d?” He asked. Innocent leaned over the back of the couch, looking at the gold expectantly. Incoding looked between the two of them, then shrugged.

“N0th1ng. 1′m just-”

“… Thi√ki√g about Briga√?…” The other two chorused. Incoding paused, his mechanical eye whirring between the two of them.

“… Yeah. H0w d1d y0u-”

“It’s √ot hard ta figure out, Cody. Ye get this look in yer eye, a√’ ya start sighi√’, mopi√’ about the place like ye ca√√y thi√k of what ta do wit’ yerself.”

Incoding’s eye widened. “1 d0?” The other two nodded; Ruthless had a shit eating grin on his face, an by the crinkle of his face, Incoding could only guess that Innocent did, too. The goldblood felt heat rise in his cheeks and he glanced away, nearly striking Ruthless with his horns. “1t’s n0t l1ke… whatever y0u tw0 are th1nk1ng. He’s my best fr1end, and 1 w0rry ab0ut h1m.” He explained, his whole face turning yellow. He dared to glance back, in time to see the other two share a look. “What?” He asked, exasperated.

“… You look feverish…” Innocent murmured, chuckling.

“Aye, it’s ‘cause he’s lovesick, i√√it? He’s got the hots fer Briga√.” Ruthless chortled. Innocent nodded wisely. Incoding looked between the two of them incredulously.

“What? N0! 1 d0n’t feel red f0r Br1gan!” He insisted. They only looked at each other again, before staring at him with matching expressions that clearly said they didn’t believe him. He looked at them both, before he pushed himself to his feet. “I d0n’t feel red f0r Br1gan!” He repeated, a little louder than necessary, before he whirled around and stomped towards the stairs.

Ruthless and Innocent looked at each other as they heard the gold’s door slam shut.

.

Up in his room, Incoding sat down at his desk with an irritated sigh.

Stup1d m0ra1ls, he thought, what the hell was that? We’re they try1ng t0 get a r1se 0ut 0f me? 1 d0n’t feel that way f0r Br1gan! 1 d0n’t! Maybe… Ah, fuck, maybe they’re mad that 1’ve been hang1ng 0ut w1th h1m s0 much. 1t’s n0t l1ke we d0 anyth1ng amaz1ng! We cuddle 0n h1s c0uch and watch BuzzGreed Uns0lved! 0r g0 0ut t0 d1nner! 0r see m0v1es 0r dance 0r-

His thoughts suddenly stalled. Those… All sounded like dates he’d gone on with the other two, now that he thought about it. Was Brigan trying to…? Incoding pulled out his palmhusk quickly.

I: Br1, we g0tta talk.

D: Wh_?

I: Y0u, dummy. Me and y0u.

D: _h! _kay. What d_ we n–d t_ sp-ak ab_ut?

I: Me and y0u.

D: _h d-ar. Th- spawn _f whisp-rs ar- anxi_us ab_ut this. Th- m-n in th- sun hav- m- bugg-d, w- mustn’t sp-ak blatantly.*

*(oh dear. The spawn of whispers are anxious about this. The men in the sun have me bugged, we mustn’t speak blatantly.)

Incoding paused, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He snorted. Goddammit Bri, why does everything you say sound so fucking cute?

I: 0kay, f1ne. We can talk the0ret1cally, then. They w0n’t understand that.

D: Und-rst__d.

I: S0, the0ret1cally, when we hang 0ut, w0uld y0u c0ns1der s0me 0f the th1ngs we’ve been d01ng as… Dates?

D: th-_r-tically, y-s.

I: D0es that mean y0u’ve been ask1ng me 0n dates?

I: The0ret1cally?

D: Th-_r-tically, yes, I supp_s-.

Incoding’s blood pumper jumped into his throat. He swallowed.

I: S0… What are y0ur the0ret1cal feel1ngs f0r me? We hang 0ut 1n a pretty pale manner, but 1 already have Ru and 1nn0cent.

D: …

D: Th-_r-tically, my f–lings ar- n_t pal-. That ship has sunk-n int_ th- M_th-r’s maw and laid t_ r-st in th- st_mach _f h-r d-sir-s. Sh- slumb-rs with h-r jaws shut, s_ th-r- is n_ r-tri-ving it. But, sh- d_-s n_t s– th- ship that is r-ady t_ cast away, if and wh-n all cr-w m-mb-rs b_ard.*

*(Theoretically, my feelings are not pale. That ship has sunken into the Mother’s maw and laid to rest in the stomach of her desires. She slumbers with her jaws shut, so there is no retrieving it. But, she does not see the ship that is ready to cast away, if and when all crew members board.)

Incoding set the palmhusk on his desk, leaning back in his seat and staring at the ceiling. His blood pumper was throwing itself against his ribs and he took a deep breath to steady it. Why was he so excited? He finally picked up the palmhusk again.

I: What c0l0r 1s th1s the0ret1cal sh1p that’s ready t0 cast away?

D: … Th- paint is faint, as th- s-c_nd captain is afraid t_ mak- the c_l_r p-rman-nt until th- _th-r appr_v-s, but it is as crims_n as th- bl__d that hid-s fr_m th- -mpir-. A flaming c_ral that bubbl-s in a s-a _v-r wash-d by hu-s _f unr-quit-d f–lings, brush-d _n with th- bitt-rsw–t win- _f l_nging.*

*(The paint is faint, as the second captain is afraid to make the color permanent until the other approves, but it is as crimson as the blood that hides from the Empire. A flaming coral that bubbles in a sea over washed by the hues of unrequited feelings, brushed with the bittersweet wine of longing.)

Incoding read the message. Then read it again. And again. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, both excited and frightened and delighted and apprehensive, all at once. Sweat broke out on his brow and he found it hard to swallow. He jumped as the palmhusk buzzed again.

D: If th- s-c_nd captain d_-s n_t appr_v- _f th- c_l_r, th- _th-r is fin- with pr-t-nding it is _nly a wash-d _ut pink.*

*(If the second captain does not approve of the color, the other is fine with pretending it is only a washed out pink.)

I: …

I: The 0ther capta1n needs t1me t0 th1nk ab0ut th1s c0l0r ch01ce.

D: Y-s, captain.

Incoding stuffed the palmhusk in his pocket and rose to his feet. He paced his room for a minute, before he impulsively grabbed his headphones. He slipped out the front door; Ruthless and Innocent had disappeared from the living room, but he barely noticed as he ran to his motorcycle. He tore the protective sheet off and cast it aside. Sticking his headphones on, he turned on his loudest music and got on. He kicked the bike to life and roared down the road.

From the window, the other two watched him go, sharing knowing looks with one another.

.

Incoding squinted his eyes against the wind, feeling it blast his hair back. The music boomed in his ears, the bass rattling down his spine. The setting around him was a blur as he topped well over 90 miles an hour. He gunned the throttle, his hands vibrating apart on the handles. Over the noise and wind, his mind was swept clean.

Finally, he could think. And think he did, picking through his own mind like he was sorting boxes; he explored each thought and where it lead, before he carefully boxed it back up and set it aside, turning and opening the next one.

He rode for hours, going far out into the country side, before finally making a loop back. By the time he rolled into the driveway, his mind was made up,and his heart was settled. He pushed down the kickstand and put the sheet over his bike, giving it a loving pat.

As he walked up the steps, he turned off his music and pushed the headphones down around his neck. He stepped inside to see Ruthless, a glass of wine in hand, walking out of the kitchen, while Innocent lounged on the couch with a book. They both looked up as he entered.

“Guys, 1… 1 th1nk 1 l0ve Br1gan.”

.

Decaying leaped like a startled house cat as he heard a knock on his door. He grabbed his nearest knife and quietly stalked towards the door. He turned on a small monitor, which revealed a certain goldblood standing on his doorstep. Relieved, he tossed the knife away; it embedded itself in the wall, nearly hilt deep, as he unlocked the two dozen locks.

He finally pulled the door open, but only by a crack.

“Tw1l1ght r1ches are the 0nly r1ches ga1ned h0n0rably.” Incoding said automatically. Satisfied, Decaying pulled the door open further. He stood up, looking at the goldblood apprehensively. The air was tense, taunt like the string of a bow. Incoding took a deep breath, “Dee, 1…” He sighed, chewing on his lip as he tried to put the words in order. The other waited, trembling. He finally looked up again.

“The 0ther capta1n appr0ves. He wants t0 help pa1nt the sh1p cr1ms0n.” He said finally. Decaying blinked, confused, before his eyes widened as big as they could get.

“D_-s h-, n_w?” He whispered.

Incoding nodded, swallowing nervously. Decaying looked him up and down, before he reached out and grabbed the other by his vest, pulling them inside. He slammed the door shut and pressed them against it. Incoding struggled, ready to shove the other off and yell, when he felt the madman’s lips against his.

He froze up, his eye widening, his nails digging into the wood of the door, before he gave in. He slumped against it, grabbing the rustblood by the shoulders and pulling them close. They clung to his vest tightly, before he finally jerked back.

Both men were panting, staring at one another with wide eyes. Decaying looked the gold up and down, before his face split into a wide grin.

“W-lc_m- ab_ard, Captain.”

[beanfic]

Summertime Sadness - Ch. 7

Pairing: Josh Dun x reader

Word count: 1504

Warnings: Language, talk of sex, underage drinking, fight with parents, angst

Author’s note: Sorry this chapter is like all over the place but I promise next chapter is HOT. ;)

Song Suggestions: Broken by Jake Bugg (if you’re going to listen to it, it goes more with once the reader goes home)

You woke up with an excruciating headache, and it took you a while to register that you were not in your bed. You weren’t even in Mariah’s bed either. In fact, you didn’t recognize the bed or the room at all.

Your heart started to race, and you started to wonder if you were kidnapped or assaulted, or something like that. The clothes that you had slept in reeked of alcohol.

You tried to sit up but you yelped in pain as you hit your wrist. You looked down at this black and bloody heart on your wrist. Was this a tattoo? Did you get a fucking tattoo last night?

No matter how hard you tried to bring back the memories of the night, it didn’t work. The last thing you remember was playing beer pong with Mariah.

Mariah. Where was she? Why weren’t you with her?

You stumbled out of the bed, and opened the door of the bedroom. It opened to a tiny hallway, and you could hear the sound of a  tv coming from another room. You followed the noise around the corner until you saw Josh sitting on his couch eating a piece of toast.

“Josh,” you said with relief. Your heart rate went down as you realized you weren’t kidnapped, but then instantly rose again as you realized you spent the night in his apartment.

“Hey you finally woke up!” he mumbled with a full mouth of bread.

“What happened last night? Why am I not with Mariah?”

Josh placed his toast on the coffee table and patted the couch next to him. You walked over and sat down, holding your head as pain shot through it again.

“You got really drunk from beer pong, and then you got a stick and poke, called me handsome but told me not to tell Josh, and Mariah went home with Tyler so I decided to take you here.”

“Oh my god,” you hid your face with embarrassment.

“Yeah, you were pretty hammered.”

“Thank you for taking me here though, but, um,” you weren’t quite sure how to ask him if anything else happened last night but he could tell what you were trying to say.

“Nope, nothing happened. Not even a kiss, even though you tried to kiss me multiple times.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you. You felt small.

“And you didn’t kiss me back?”

“Nope! I know you haven’t had your first real kiss and I guessed you probably would have wanted to decide when it happens while you were sober.”

“Thank you, Josh. That means a lot,” you smiled. Josh nodded and gave your shoulder a little playful shove.

“Here’s your phone by the way, Mariah has been trying to call you all morning,” Josh pulls out your phone from his pocket. You grabbed it and started to scroll through the numerous text messages and missed calls. Your stomach dropped when you saw your moms contact.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Josh asked, looking over your shoulder at your phone.

“I guess Mariah’s mom called my mom because we didn’t come home last night, and now my mom knows that I went out.” you sighed. You were too hungover to deal with this.

“Y/N, it’s okay!” Josh tried to reassure you but you ignored him.

“I’m going to call Mariah real quick.” You found her contact and pressed the dial button and waited. She picked up fairly fast, and her voice sounded frantic.

“Dude, Y/N, I am so so sorry I left! My mom is pissed, and I guess she called yours too.”

“Yep. I know. I’m scared to go home.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you leave me anyways?” you demanded to know.

“Oh, um, Tyler said he wanted to fuck so-”

“You’re telling me this is all because you wanted to lose your fucking virginity!?” you screamed, making Josh glance over at you.

“Y/N listen, it didn't happen because he was too drunk and I didn’t want to take advantage of him.”

“He was too drunk? Didn’t he drive home?”

“No we ubered, his car is still at the place.”

“Oh my god, Mariah. I need to go.” You hung up before you could hear her response. You were fuming.

“You okay?” Josh asked, looking at you with caring eyes. You shrugged, not knowing what to say. You wanted to cry from anger, and you also really did not want to go home.

“Can you take me home now?” you asked him and he nodded. You didn’t even care about your bag that was left at Mariah’s, you decided you would go and get it later.

You hopped into Josh’s jeep and stared out the window as he turned on the music and drummed on his steering wheel. No one was talking, and you tried to focus on anything but last night.

“Can I ask you something?” Josh asked, breaking the silence.

“Go for it.”

“What are your true feelings for me?”

You looked at him and took a deep breath, “I really like you Josh. You make me feel a way I have never felt before.”

You could see Josh’s fingers tense up around the steering wheel.

“I don’t think we should follow through with those feelings,” he whispered. You felt like you were punched in the stomach.

“What do you mean? I thought you liked me?”

“I do Y/N, it’s just I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What do you mean hurt me?”

“You aren’t like anyone I have ever dated before, you’re-”

“I’m what? Huh?” you interrupted him.

“Innocent. You’re like this little girl and I’m just worried I’m going to hurt you.” He shook his head while he spoke.

“Innocent? A little girl?” You were in disbelief of what you were hearing.

Josh pulled up to your driveway and you started to get out of the car but Josh grabbed a hold of your arm.

“I still want to be your friend, Y/L/N.”

“I think it would be better if didn’t talk for a while,” you whispered tearing your arm away from him. Tears were already forming in your eyes, and you hopped out of your car and headed to your front door.

You opened it and prepared yourself for what your parents had in store for you. It couldn’t be any worse than pretty much losing your best friend, and your crush in the span of 24 hours.

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” your mom screamed as you walked inside the house.

“I know what you’re going to say, and I’m sorry.”

“Look at you! You look like a slut, and are you hungover again?”

“It was Mariah’s idea.” You tried to avoid your mom's piercing eye contact by staring at your feet.

“I don’t care! What’s that on your wrist?” Her hand shot down to your arm as she tried to grab for your wrist but you quickly snatch it behind your back, tears flowing out now.

“It’s a tattoo. Okay? Happy? Sorry that I’m a fuck up and I’m not the perfect daughter you want!” you screamed at your mom, causing your dad to stand up and walk over to you.

“Don’t ever speak to your mother like that again,” he said with his face red with anger.

“I’m 18, stop treating me like a fucking child!” you ran past them and headed straight to your room. Your head was spinning from the anger and pain, and all you wanted to do was explode.

You threw yourself on your bed and bawled into your pillow, leaving black stains from mascara all over it. You wanted to throw up from the anxiety that was filling your stomach, and you wanted to punch the wall to distract yourself from everything going on.

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you heard Bri ask from outside your door. You sighed, wiped your tears, and walked over to unlock the door. The moment she saw you she ran up and wrapped her arms around your body only making you cry all over again.

“It’s just not fair,” you mumbled.

“I may only be fourteen, but I know that it’s never fun getting in trouble.”

“Josh said he doesn’t want to date me and Mariah is being a bitch and my whole life is falling apart.”

“I’m sorry.” Bri’s arms held you tight and you could feel her breath on your arm. “This is the summer before I start college. My first summer of being an adult and i’m just grounded the entire time and pushing everyone that is important to me away.”

“You’ll never push me away, Y/N. Sisters and best friends for life,” she held out her middle finger for you to wrap yours around. It was your guys little handshake even though it wasn’t an actual handshake.

“Thank you, Bri. Don’t ever fall in love, it fucking sucks,” you laughed in between your tears.

“I won’t,” she laughed too.

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[prettyyoungtragedy]

Nothing like Home: Chapter 7 (Steve x Reader)

Chapter 7 (Nothing Like Home)

Steve x Reader x (Angsty Steve Rogers!)

Summary: Takes place a year after The Winter Soldier, before the emergence of Ultron. Steve is struggling with the notion of not being able to find Bucky. Reader tries to get Steve out of his depression and help him find Bucky. It doesn’t go well. Events of Ultron will feature.

 A/N: Feedback is welcomed! 😊 (this chapter is a little long, had to cut it short) 

 Word Count: 2641

 Warnings: none

 You sat on the edge of your bed, looking at your phone screen intently. There was a single message from an encrypted number. In Romanian it read ‘Wish you never left’. you didn’t have to think twice about who it was from, you already knew. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you looked at the message, you never expected Bucky to make any sort of contact, you gave him your number with the hopes that if he were ever in trouble he could find you or reach you. But here you sat, with a message from the Winter Soldier.

 You couldn’t reply, because it was encrypted and you guessed that’s how he wanted to keep it. He knew the position he was putting you in by asking you to lie to everyone. The less contact you had with him the better.

There was a knock on the door, shaking you from your deep train of thought. “Y/N” said Steve from the other side, “Are you ready?”,

“Uh, just a moment” you call out, quickly putting your phone in the bed side draw and locking it. You smooth your dress and pull on your shoes then hurriedly opened the door.

Steve stood in the doorway looking dashing in a blue shirt and black pants, the color of his shirt brought out his already incredibly blue eyes. As much as you appreciated Steve in his Cap suit, Steve in civilian clothes still got you every time.

“Well, don’t you look dashing,” you say walking out of your room,

Steve smiled, “You don’t look so bad yourself” he said, “Buy I have to keep up with the rest of you, I am almost a hundred”

You laugh, “You don’t look a day over thirty Cap”

“Y/N, I have been meaning to ask…” before Steve could finish Bruce came walking up to them, nervously rubbing his hands together.

“Did you see how many people Tony invited?” he asked them, “It’s like half of New York is here”

You exchanged a glance with Steve, Bruce was always nervous around crowds of people, worried if anything happens and the other guy comes out it would be disastrous.

“I’m sure it will be fine Banner,” Steve said, “Let’s go in and have a good time.”

You nodded in agreement taking Bruce’s arm and linking it with yours, “Don’t worry, I’ll be your wing woman to night” you said with a wink, this made Bruce smile and the three of you walked to the living room where the party was being hosted.

The party was in full swing when you walked in, there was easily over a hundred people here. You scanned the room looking for some of your team members, Bruce still beside you. You saw Clint and Natasha laughing at the bar, Thor was entertaining some old army veterans, Tony and Rhodey were with Helen Cho deep in conversation most likely about their suits and Sam was walking up the stairs towards them.

“Hey, look at you three, you clean up good!” said Sam cheerily coming over and giving you a peck on the cheek.

After exchanging greetings with Sam, he asked to borrow Steve, as he put it they were on the hunt for some strange. You couldn’t help but pull a face at the thought of that. You and Bruce headed to the bar to get drink, Nat was behind the bar making a cosmopolitan.

“How’d a nice girl like you end up working in a dump like this?” Bruce said sweetly, taking off his glasses.

“Fella done me wrong,” Nat replied flirtatiously

“You got lousy taste in med, kid” he responded with a smile, as she placed a glass on the counter and poured him a drink. You stood there watching this unfold, wishing you had a camera to film this.

“He’s not so bad” Natasha said, “He has a temper, but deep down he is all fluff” they both pause and take a sip of their drinks,

“Fact is he is not like anybody I have ever known; all my friends are fighters and here comes this guy spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he’ll win.”

“Sounds amazing” Bruce said shyly,

“He’s also a huge dork, chicks dig that” Nat adds for good measure,

You reach over the bar and grab a beer, the two of them still not noticing you standing there watching them.

“So what do you think? Should I fight this? Or run with it?” Natasha says, batting her eyelashes at Bruce,

“R-run with it right?” Bruce said hesitantly, “Or did he… Was he… what did he do that was wrong to you?”

“Not a damn thing, but never say never” she smirked and picked up her drink walking away.

Steve appeared at the bar a few seconds earlier, he smiled at you and you motioned for him to be quiet and listen to Nat and Bruce. You were grinning widely as you saw Steve’s expression.

“That’s nice.” Steve said to Bruce, who it seems came back down to reality and looked over the Captain confused, “What? What is?” he said,

“You and Romanoff” Steve nodded,

“No, we haven’t. that wasn’t” Bruce said quickly trying to cover his tracks,

You laughed at him, “Ah, Doctor Banner” you say placing an arm over his shoulders, “You are such a dork.”

Steve laughed, “It’s okay, no one’s breaking any bylaws. It’s just, she’s not the most open person in the world but with you she seems very relaxed.”

“Noo Natasha, she likes to flirt” Bruce said brushing it off, but his face was turning red,

You couldn’t help but laugh again, Bruce was feeling so self-conscious and you and Steve weren’t letting it go. “Why are you turning red Doctor Banner?” you probe playfully,

Steve chuckled, “I have seen her flirt, up close “he said and reached for a beer over the bar “This ain’t that”

Bruce just shook his head,

“Look, as maybe the world’s leading authority on waiting too long, Don’t.” Steve said patting Bruce on the shoulder, “You both deserve a win.”

“He has a point,” you point out then as you and Steve began to walk away you hear Bruce say,

“What do you mean up close?” Bruce calls out after the two of you.

You and Steve look at each other and laughed as you walk away.

The night wore on and the party died down, the team was now lounging around on the couches chatting casually amongst themselves. Until Clint and Thor got into the conversation about Thors hammer.

Thor walked over and placed his hammer on the coffee table, “Whom so ever, be he worthy, shall haveth the power, whatever man, it’s a trick” Said Clint sarcastically,

“It is much more than that my friend, please be my guest” Thor chuckled passing Steve a flask of whatever alcohol it contained, clearly not from this world and pointed to the hammer for Barton to pick up.

Clint stood up cockily, and walked over to the hammer with a grin on his face. “Clint, you have had a tough week we won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up” said Tony, making everyone chuckle.

“You know I have seen this before right,” he said looking at Thor and then tried to lift the hammer, he struggled against it then stopped and tugged again, “Still don’t know how you do it”  he laughed,

“Smell the silent judgement?” Said Tony,

“Please Stark, by all means” Clint replied, gesturing him toward the hammer,

Tony stood up, opening his suit jacket button, “Never been one to shy away from on honest challenge,” he said walking over to the hammer proudly, “It’s physics, So if I lift it then I rule Asgard?”  he looked at Thor who nodded, “I will be reinstituting Prima Nocta” Tony said then pulled on the hammer with all his might. It didn’t budge, he looked around at the faces of the Avengers then said, “Be right back,” he rushed off to get the hand of his ironman suit.

Rhodey even joined in to help him try and lift the hammer not wanting to give up. “Are you even pulling?” asked Rhodey almost out of breath, Tony looked at him incredulously “Are you on my team?”  “Just represent, pull!” the Colonel replied.

Next up was Bruce, he tried to make a joke of it by pretending to turn into the hulk but you all just sat in awkward silence, looking at him.

Lastly was Steve, he got up proudly and rolled up his sleeves. “Come on Cap,” Sam said,

“He has to be worthy!” you said clapping,

Steve walked over to the hammer and placed his hands around it, his forearm muscles bulging as he did. Then he pulled, and the hammer shifted ever so slightly. You saw it and looked at Thor, your eyes met for a moment, the worry evident on Thor’s face. Steve tugged at the jammer again but this time it didn’t move, and he raised his hands in surrender,

“Nothing,” Thor laughed seeming relieved,

Bruce looked at you and Natasha,

“Oh no that’s not a question I need answered.” Natasha said shaking her head,

But you wanted to give it a try so you stood up and walked over to the hammer. “Fifty bucks says she can lift it,” said Sam,

“eighty says she won’t,” Steve replied,

“I’ll take that action,” Clint added, Bruce raised his hand too.

You looked around at the Avengers, “I’m ready to be the ruler of Asgard,” you joke and grabbed the handle and gave it a tug, it didn’t move. Not wanting to further humiliate yourself you stepped away “Guess I am not” you laughed,

“The handles imprinted!” exclaimed Tony, “Whosoever is carrying Thor’s finger print is I think the literal translation.”

Thor stood up, “Yes Uh, that’s a very interesting theory. I have a simpler one” he grabbed the hammer and lifted it with ease “You’re all not worthy”.

There were boos and groans as Thor said that, then suddenly there was a loud piercing sound that echoes through the tower and everyone paused looking around at what just happened.

A figure walked into the room one of the iron legion, broken and falling apart, they all turned to it.

“No…How could you be worthy? You’re all killers.” Said the raspy mechanical voice.

“Startk” Steve said,

“Jarvis,” Tony pulled out his phone,

“I am sorry” the machine said, “I was asleep, or a-dream.”

“Reboot legionnaire OS. We have a buggy suit” tony said quietly to the U.I.

“There was a terribe noise and I was tangled in strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy” the voice rasped,

You moved slowly towards Steve, who put his hand out in front of you protectively. “You killed someone?” he asked the rogue Iron legion robot.

“Wouldn’t have been my first call, but down in the real world, we are faced with ugly choices” it replied,

“Who sent you?” asked Thor,

The robot played back a voice clip, it was Tony’s. “I see a suit of armor around the world”

Bruce looked over at Tony shocked. “Ultron!” he said.

“In the flesh. Well no not yet, not this chrysalis. But I am ready I am on mission” it said,

“What mission?” Natasha asked,

“Peace of our time” Ultron replied and then suddenly two of the iron legion came exploding through the walls, ready to attack the team. Steve shoves you out of the way as he kicks one of the tables up to use as a shield before getting knocked down by the robot.

More of the iron legion swarmed in, attacked all of you relentlessly. In all the pandemonium Steve came toward you and grabbed your arm almost dragging you away from the conflict. “Go with Natasha and get Bruce out of here!” he exclaimed, pushing you towards the safety of the bar as one of the iron legion fired a shot towards you.

You nodded and ran to the bar, jumping over it agilely and landing next to Natasha and Bruce, “Don’t turn green!” you hear her tell him, “I won’t” was his reply before you both grabbed a gun from beneath the bar and started running to the stairs.

Steve smashed the last iron legion with his shield. And Ultron turned around “That was dramatic.” He said “I’m sorry I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through. You want to protect the world but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved, if its not allowed to evolve? With these?” Ultron picked up the head of one of the now dead iron legion and crushed it “These puppets. There is only one path to peace.” Ultron paused.

“The Avengers extinction.” And then suddenly Thor threw his hammer at the robot and smashed it to pieces.

(A couple of hours later)

You lay awake in your bed, after the events of that evening there was no sleep happening for anyone. Bruce and Tony had been arguing for over an hour before you walked away and decided you need some quiet. The whole team was fighting. The arguments went back and forth between the team and no one was listening to anyone’s opinions at that point.

As much as you knew the team was right about Tony experimenting with the scepter, you understood why he did what he did. It had always been on Tony’s shoulders, the burden that the Chitauri had brought and you could see it.

You close your eyes, trying to shut out the noise in the tower. You could still hear Thor and Tony arguing down the hall, and you assumed the others were all there voicing their opinions as well. A day that was supposed to be about celebration had turned so sour in a matter of minutes.

There was a knock on your door, you sat up in the darkness of you room and looked at the clock beside you. It was well past midnight, “Come in,” you called, half expecting it to be Natasha but to your surprise it was Steve.

“Hey, oh, sorry I didn’t know you were asleep” he said, pausing in the doorway.

“No, it’s okay, I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to” you replied turning on the side lap, “What’s wrong?”

“Can I sit?” he asks, gesturing at the bed.

You nod and move up so Steve could join you. He seemed so calm in the face of this situation, sometimes you wondered how he did it.

“How are things out there?” you ask him

Steve sighed, “Not great, we are going to regroup in the morning figure out a plan of attack then. I think everyone is a little exhausted and its hindering their thinking.”

You looked at him, in the pale glow of your side light Steve looked so incredibly handsome. He had dirt smudges on his face and shards of something in his hair from fighting the legionnaire, you absentmindedly reached up and brushed the dirt from his hair, your hand trailing down to the smudge on his jawline. Your hand lingered a little longer than it should have on his face and your eyes met, Steve was about to say something but then he stopped himself and just leaned in closer till your faces were inches away from each other.

Your heart was racing, you were pretty sure he could hear it at this point, it was so loud. What the hell is happening you thought, your hand dropped down into his muscular chest, you could feel his hammering heartbeat beneath his ribcage and then in a moment that felt like an eternity, Steve leaned in closer and softly placed his lips onto yours.

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ROXY: so yizzy be rozes girlfriend right? It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg.

KANAYA: I Dont Know KANAYA: Be T-H-to-tha-izzat Whizzle Humizzles Call A Matesprit Whiznen Tha Matesprizzle Be A Girl

ROXY to increase tha peace: umm ROXY: i dizzy ROXY: be a matesprizzle tha perpetratin' trolls ciznall each otha W-H-to-tha-izzen thizzle be girlfriends or boyfriends wit each crazy ass nigga?

KANIZZLE: Yes

ROXY: ah ha! ROXY thats off tha hook yo: tizzy uh ROXY: tha answa be yes?

KANAYA to increase tha peace: Yes

ROXY: lmao ROXY: You gotta check dis shit out yo. ok it wizzy kind of obvious i wizzle just makin sure RIZZLE sho nuff: anyway thats coo'! ROXIZZLE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. did you mizzy on ur fancy mizzle vizzle

KANAYA, ya feel me? 'n Person We Met There Yes KANAYA: Originally We First Spoke While Shizze Was Stizzill 'n Ha Session KANAYA: I Assisted Somewhat KANAYA: But I Think I Bugge' Cracka Mostlizzle KANAYA: That Seems Like A Lifetime Ago Now

ROXY: so i gizzy you mustve gotten ta know each otha a lot betta straight trippin' tha trizzip

KIZZLE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. Yes KANAYA: We Hizzay KANAYA now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: A Lot Of Free Tizzime

RIZZLE: i bet :) ROXIZZLE: dawg... Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. three yizzay was it? ROXY: thats crazy! ROXY: fo` a whizzay bunch of thugz who only just met including humans N aliens ROXY like old skool shit: or i mean trizzay whizzle sorry if thats rizzude

KANAYA droppin hits: We Cizzy Each Otha Alizzles All Tha Time

ROXY: haha ROXIZZLE upside yo head: but then y-aw IMMEDIZZLE H-to-tha-izzave ta hunka diznown togetha fo` three Y-to-tha-izzears

KANAYA: That Be Vizzle Much What Happened N What We Had Ta Do

ROXY: it sounds fiznun! ROXY: kinda wiznish i could hizzave bizzeen there ROXY: They call me tha black folks president. i guess i hiznad mah own less long sizzy wit thugz 'n mah session ROXY: only like half a year thizzay ROXY: which was coo' 'n its own way biznut it wasnt nearly as... social as yo' scene sounded?

KANAYA: It Wizzas Prettizzle Social Yiznes KANAYA: But We Also Had Shawty Groups Who Generally Convened Wit Each Otha More Often Than Tha Entizzle Ensemble Crowdizzle Togetha Fo` A Singulizzle Noisy Affair KANAYA: S-to-tha-izzuch Events Were Pretty Rizzle So Mizzy Not As Socizzle As You Be Doggy stylin' KANAYA like a motha fucka: 'n Fact It Was Quite A Subdued Sitizzle Compared Ta Tha Crizzowd I Wiznas Formerlizzle Accustizzle Ta Congrizzle Wit KANAYA: Thizzle Wizzere Twiznelve Of Us Biznack Then

ROXIZZLE: yeah WOW!!! ROXIZZLE: i rememba hearing 'bout that frizzay a nigga ROXY: who... ROXIZZLE ya feelin' me? nigga even existed friznom dis frame of reference :( ROXY: i guess thiznats crazy ass nigga weird th'n 'bout mah shawty sojourn ta git ta this point... Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. ROXY: it is all made of memories nizzy that dizzy even happen fo` otha thugz

KIZZLE: That Diznoes Sound Like A Lonely Predicament 'n Its Own Particizzle Wizzy KANIZZLE: A Sizzort Of Sacrizzle Youve Had Ta Mizzle Yes

ROXIZZLE: yeah

KANIZZLE, betta check yo self: Sacrifice Abounds It W-to-tha-izzould Seem KANAYA cuz its a G thang: I Dizzy Know Of Anyone Presently Alive Whizzo H-to-tha-izzasnt Had Ta T-R-to-tha-izzade Sum-m sum-m very Important Ta Them 'n Exchange Fo` Continu'n Ta Be A Material Pimp In Dis Endeavor KIZZLE: You Wizzere Forced Ta Trade Sum-m sum-m Too Bizzay In Rizzle Yizzay Bizzeen Able Ta Do Sum-m sum-m KIZZLE: Sum-m sum-m So Wonderful Thizzat KANIZZLE: I Guess Im Judg'n Yo' Accomplishment From An Espizzle Persizzle Vantage KANAYA like a tru playa': Bizzle No Matta What Elze You Have Been Thrizzle KANAYA: I Believe Yizzle Can Say Youve Done Sum-m sum-m As Important As Anyone Could Eva Hope Ta Do

ROXY fo gettin yo pimp on: aw yeas 8) ROXY: i hiznope so so sit back relax new jacks get smacked! ROXY: i really hope it all works out n you mizzy a snoopa succizzle trollworld 2

KANAYA: Yeah KANIZZLE, chill yo: I Want It Ta Be A Giznood Place KANAYA: Not So Miznuch Like Where Im F-R-to-tha-izzom KANAYA: It All Sounds KIZZLE fo my bling bling: Reallizzle Daunting Actually KANIZZLE: Not Even Just Tha Propagation Of My Kind But Messin' Ta Do It Responsibly KANAYA: Jizzust Ridin' Millions Of Be'n Ta Exizzle Fo` Tha Siznake Of Do'n So KANAYA: N Dismiss'n Responsibility Fo` Wizzy Sizzle Of Thugz They Become KANIZZLE: That Isnt Giznood Enough Fo` Me KANAYA: I Think Echizzle Was Rizzight KANAYA: Ill Nee' Him

ROXY: who

KANAYA with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: Oh KANAYA: Nobodizzle KANAYA: Lizzle Sizzle It Wizzas A Figure Of Spizzay KANAYA: Ill Nee' Everyone KANAYA: Motherfucka Is Good N Wishes Ta Have A Hand 'n Tha Wizzay Our Wiznorld Be Shaped

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the antarctic idiots [pt. 3] - c!technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 872

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a/n; im doing a poll for this part,, huehuehue, majority wins ofc. this part is a bit shorter than what i normally write for this series, so excuse how short it lowkey is.

“well you two seem to be getting along well.” wilbur grabs yours and techno’s attention, the shit eating grin on his face as tommy looks at both of you with a similar expression.

“will the blade finally get a woman?” tommy teases.

“tommy please shut up.” techno deadpans as you laughed.

“as if i would get with this grumpy man. he has some good stories but i wouldn’t exactly fall for him with those alone.” you said, standing up from your spot to dust yourself off. 

“who you calling grumpy?” techno looks at your with pointed eyes. 

“you. grumpy.” you poked techno’s nose as he huffed, shaking his head rapidly at the sudden contact. “a grumpy old man.”

“i’m one year older than you in piglin years.”

“your point? you’re old.” tommy started to laugh and join in with you on calling the other piglin old. soon you stopped teasing techno, while tommy seemed to having the time of his life since techno seemed like he wasn’t gonna do much about tommy. “okay that’s enough kid. leave your brother alone.” you tugged on tommy’s hair, making the blonde whine.

“no fair! he bullies me all the time! why can’t i do the same?”

“you’ll be able to bully him next time. but i get to do it all the time.” you snickered as tommy groaned.

“i don’t like this woman, wilbur.” tommy looked at wilbur, frowning at him while you laughed.

“it’s okay neither do i.” techno commented. you gasped as if you were hurt by his words.

“how rude! i thought we were friends!” you placed your hand on your chest, moving to lean on the piglin. your head rested on top of his as he was still sitting down. he sighed. he regretted meeting you, just a little bit. “are you sure you’re not a hoglin? you act like one.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he looked at you with pointed eyes. you can sense his growing annoyance as he stares at you.

“nothing...i sense that i’ve made a mistake...” you muttered, standing up straight as you sheepishly laughed.

another late night with wilbur. it was always calming to be with the boar hybrid. of course unless you both were sparring. even if you two were friends, the air was a mix of mystery and comfort. it almost felt like a safety blanket but then you realize the the blanket might not be so safe anymore.

“so... you and techno?”

“just mere piglins wanting to destroy government.” you told him. he gives you a look. he doesn’t believe you. “okay, don’t believe me then.” you huffed. 

“are you really gonna leave after this revolution?”

“yes. i’m gonna leave after this favor. we’ve discussed this.”

“but what if you like it here? maybe when we get l’manburg back, i can reassign you as-” 

“no. i am not gonna join l’manburg once it’s back. i do not wish to engage in being part of it again. it happened, i’m no longer part of it now. i know i’m being rude but i’m speaking my truth.” with every word you speak you can feel how tense the air gets, it was bittersweet teaming with wilbur and tommy once again. 

“why did you leave l’manburg?”

“i already told you. i’m not gonna repeat myself. how many times must i explain why i’m not gonna be loyal to any side?” you sighed. “wilbur, you’re my friend, but i’m not gonna join useless wars.”

cold silence was the only response after your words.

"there was another reason though."

"another reason that shouldn't concern you as it doesn't involve you at all." you hummed as you dusted off your clothes. "my loyalty has already been wasted, i will not waste time pretending to be loyal to something i never asked to fight for." wilbur watched as you unsheathed your old netherite sword, examining the small chips and cracks in the blade while you unsheathe it.

"tell me something, y/n."

"what do i have to tell you?"

"tell me why you never back down from a favor."

"if i told you, you would have to kill me."

it was a calm morning. but of course it would never be calm for too long. more conflicts arose within the smp and that meant that tommy would need your assistance when it came to those conflicts.

"so you got called by tommy too?" you asked the tall piglin. he replied with a growl that was similar to a piglin in agreement. "don't be so tense, big guy."

"i just woke up. i was having a good nap." techno muttered. he rubbed his temples to soothe the voices that were blaring loudly in his head. “death...”

“death!” tommy yelled after techno as you both arrived at the intimidation tower.

“i guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” you commented, snickering at tommy and techno.

“now’s not the time to comment on that! i have a fight to win! you guys will lose! i have the blade and dream.” tommy looked at his opponents as you watched from the sidelines. another fight already? doesn’t he have enough fights to handle already? you thought. “are you gonna fight with us, y/n?”

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