#(lesbians..... lovesick idiots.......)

[the-lark-ascending69]

Robin pretending to be sooo above all of these lovesick idiots who can only think with their parts, thinking she's just the most unromantic person ever because romance makes her gag, only to later become a hopeless romantic when she realizes she's a lesbian 🥰

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

it's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something...it's fearless

by traumatisedbabygay

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There was a part of her—a lovesick, red-faced, giggling part of her—that wanted nothing more than to ask Vi to dance. Right then and there, in the rain. Wanted them to sway together outside the enforcer station, cold water splashing as they twirled and laughed—

...

or: the useless lesbians finally kiss as taylor swift's "Fearless" plays in the bg

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Words: 1379, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Piltover's Finest, Inspired by Taylor Swift, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Love Confessions, ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE, First Kiss, Sheriff Caitlyn (League of Legends), theyre both whipped, cupcake (affectionate), Song: Fearless (Taylor Swift), Idiots in Love, Kissing in the Rain, Fluff, No Angst, just fuzzy snuggly comforting little lesbians

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[ellasadventuresinfandoms]

Okay, back in May @isolatedphenomenon asked me if I had an les mis fic recs and I went "oh boy do I !" and then promptly fucked off and disappeared from tumblr for like 6 months...

Anyway on the off chance people are interested, here is my vastly too long list of  my favourite les mis fanfic (that I'm almost 100% sure I'll have accidentally missed some of my favourites off of...)

The vast majority of these are main pairing Enjolras/Grantaire, so I've put those first, divided into multi-chaptered and then one-shots. Below that will be other pairings!

Multi-chaptered

• Witch Boy Series : magic AU, starting with Grantaire solving Enjolras' curse - this is just Incredible world building which gets better as it goes on - my favourite is the Babet interlude

• World Ain't Ready : you know how fandoms tend to have a fic that is just associated with it ? in my experience, for les mis this is it - and well deserved ! High school, fake dating AU with some of the most engaging writing

• BE : Enjolras is dragged back into theatre production, helping Eponine put on a production of Hamlet - really love the characterisation in this, and this is really one of those modern AUs that actually feels like real life - really good writing

• After the End : the definitive apocalypse AU in my eyes - les amis are an underground resistance to the dystopian government - really wonderful characterisation of Grantaire and the amis

• You never have to wonder; you never have to ask. : I tend to find fic by scrolling through bookmarks of a pairing, which means I often see repeats; this is a fic that if I see I just re-read cause I know I'll enjoy it - the amis sparked a failed rebellion, and now 18 months later Grantaire ends up staying at Enjolras' after returning to Paris for Marius and Cosette's wedding

• Your Heart on Your Skin : Soulmate AU with flower tattoos marking important emotions and events - wonderful concept and world building 

• Impatient to Be Free : Daughters of Bilitis AU - if that doesn't make you excited I don't know what else to say to convince you (aside from saying the author is a simply wonderful writer)

• You Dance Dreams : Okay. Not to be over dramatic, but this fic did genuinely qualitatively change my life, in that it was the first thing that got me looking up contemporary ballet and now that's like one of my favourite things and big hobby So. Also its really great writing; music/creative arts school les amis with Grantaire choreohraphing the ballet for Combeferre's opera, with a heavy emphasis on Grantaire realising he really never actually got over Enjolras

• philia : this one is an absolute classic to me, but not given nearly enough recognition - one of the more realistic college AUs ever written, and the writing of Grantaire is so good because it hits the perfect balance of sympathy and annoyance about his behaviour (that's a genuine compliment) 

• Coffee Hooligans : fucking tragedy this never got properly finished, Enjolras leads the amis as social justice vigilantes and tries to hide the criminal bits of his life from R

• Fighting the Hurricane : Pacific Rim AU that's less an AU and more just placing the les mis characters in the Pacific Rim universe. Really good and riveting read, also super interesting depiction of Grantaire

• Weaving Olden Dances : Fairy AU - Grantaire "claims" Enjolras to prevent his execution - really good writing, love Grantaires characterisation 

• Paris Burning : canon era (sort of) where cities have a physical being - Grantaire is Paris and becomes entangled in Enjolras' revolution - oh the world building is truly *chefs kiss*

• Euphoria is You For Me : Enjolras and Grantaire keep meet cuting in a wonderfully written Brooklyn - feels like a love letter to Brooklyn at times, and I really like the characterisation of Grantaire 

• so please just fall in love with me this christmas : Enjolras works for the environmental company Grantaire volunteers at, and keeps getting secret gifts at Christmas - I sound a little like a broken record but the Grantaire characterisation is very good

• You Are the Moon : Wild West esque Space AU - Grantaire has to call on the amis to help rescue Valjean and Cosette, despite Grantaire leaving the amis 6 months before. On re-reading the Enjolras characterisation feels a little rushed, but overall fantastic story telling and the Grantaire arc is a Delight 

• Pandemos : Enjolras is aphrodite, and seeks peace from all his suitors in R/Hephestus' cave

• Pining for You : Hallmark christmas romance - Grantaire returns home to work on his father's tree farm, and Enjolras is the lawyer helping prevent the farm being sold - cute as shit imo

• Once We're Kings : Fantasy AU - a country hosts a ball to marry Prince Enjolras and the rival country sends Grantaire as a fuck you - one of the best ways of doing Enjolras as a prince in a fantasy and just really nicely written

• Never Bitter and All Delicious : Fairy Godmother AU - yes really, yes its genuinely a very good read

• On One Condition : Fantasy AU - Enjolras is a bored knight who finally goes to check out the local dragon, which turns out to be Grantaire - I really like how they capture Enjolras' stubborn nature and it's such a well written soft growth of love between them

• That's How Easy Love Can Be : Les Amis work at a primary school; and its secret santa time! very fun portrayal of Enjolras

• The Lark and Her Lieutenants : re write of canon where Cosette is the leader of the revolution - just *chefs kiss*

• If You Tickle Us, Do We Not Laugh : Grantaire is Enjolras' secret android - really good at writing a relationship that's incredibly loving but just keeps being antagonistic and coming off wrong 

One Shots

• True Colours : AU where you leave colours on the people important to you - Enjolras and Grantaire falling for each other is so soft and gently written its lovely, this is genuinely one of my favourites

• Keep It Kind, Keep It Good, Keep It Right : this one is so good to me, because it builds off my pet hatred of everyone assuming Enjolras doesn't care about (or at least actively show he cares about) his friends

• blooming : very soft post-dystopian utopia that has just a really wonderful sense of hope and light to me

• and the wall leaned away (or: The Pros and Cons of Tilling) : perfectly realised characterizations of the amis, Grantaire needs a date to her final year art exhibition - deals with anxiety over protest in a way that actually hits for me

• not just one of the crowd : R helps run a leftist bakery and bike repair shop - very cute characterisation, and I think more les mis fanfic should link to anarchist essays

• Lovesickness : Enjolras is an idiot and thinks he's sick rather than having a crush - the writing of Joly and Combeferre in this is some of my favourite depictions of these two

• If there's a rocket, tie me to it : absolutely heartbreaking sci-fi AU about the amis as doomed mecha pilots

• Where I Fall is Where I Land : Enjolras is a Roman commander as Rome's power is leaving England, and then meets the pict Grantaire (+ fun soulmark stuff !)

• You Started Foreign to Me : Enjolras moves to america and R is the overnight grocery clerk who helps her learn Spanish - cute fluffy lesbians with a wonderfully written driven Enjolras

• Love Is Touching Souls : very cute soulmate AU - and one I really love for really truly considering the implications of soul marks and creating historical lore around it

• Ten Years : R is a musician, and it non-linearly charts his relationship to Enj from high school to 10 years later

• put up with me then I'll make you see : Grantaire lives above Enjolras, and its christmas - I find it to have a very fun interpretation of pining Enjolras

• A Cat Called Trash Can : this was one of the first les mis fics I ever read (yes I know it says it was published in 2020, but I think it has to be a re-upload or something?) and it does still have a special place in my heart - Grantaire rescues a cat, but Enjolras is the only one with an apartment free to look after it 

• Still I'm Begging to Be Free : inception AU where les amis have to rescue a sleeping R from his own brain

•I'm in it for You : cw: illness, cancer - R has cancer and is being a martyr about telling his friends so Enjolras drives him back from chemo

• walls come tumbling down : sky high au - a very good high school AU with the perfect level of campy superhero powers

• This brave new world's not like yesterday : Enjolras needs a job, so ends up working in a bowling alley with Grantaire and bonding

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

• In Defiance of All Geometry : les amis are a student co-op house, Enjolras and Combeferre are pining friends and Grantaire is the newbie

• Still the Same : this is very good writing and very compelling - if you can get over the (imo) plot hole of Enjolras working for the FBI. R was an art thief Enj put away and is briefly helping the FBI out, and Combeferre is Enjolras' husband

• To Kingdom Come : cw: war and PTSD from that, Enjolras and Combeferre are part of a group of refugees that have crossed into a more fantasy land, and Grantaire is a lone traveller from that land that attempts to help - that was a shit summary of this very emotional, wonderfully written fic about war and love in all forms

• Gonna need (a spark to ignite) : I always love a twist on a classic trope, and this is a very fun take on the soulmate AU - Enjolras loses feeling in his soul mark as a child, falls in love with Grantaire and then his soulmate, Combeferre, turns up

Eponine/Cosette

• Pretty Girls Don't Know the Things That I Know : simply stunning writing - perfect example of soft writing about a harsh world

• she knows her way around : Eponine and Cosette bond, ostensibly so Eponine can find out about her for Marius, and their interactions are so playful and realistic, its wonderful

• always find me floating on oceans : Cosette stows away on Eponine's pirate ship - I do always have a soft spot for eposette fics (not just cause I ship it) because they truly characterise Cosette in a really considered and interesting way

• There's No Making Love : I'm putting this under eposette even though there is some significant enjolras/grantaire content, because the Cosette characterisation is so fun and cute

• round and round again : this fic really beautifully translates Cosette's bad childhood and then isolated teenage years, and the impact that would have on her as an adult into a modern AU

• Underwater Thunderheards : this is based off the book The Scorpio Races, and is just a really nice short fic  about longing

• How To Change The World Without Taking Power : Marius has a crush on Cosette and she's tried being polite and subtle in turning him down, so just ends up fake dating Eponine instead

• blood red fruit and poison's kiss : Snow White AU - Cosette as Snow White

• The Winters Cannot Fade Her : Snow White Au 2.0 - Eponine as Snow White - this was written as a pair to the one above which is just so cute to me

• marriage à la mode : Cosette and Eponine run a bridal shop together and it's very cute !

• Temporary Hold : I personally find this a really fun and very unique take on Cosette - with exams coming up she decides she needs to get laid on the reg and so hits up Eponine to act as if they're already long term girlfriends

Combeferre/Courfeyrac

• better than you had it : fake dating but kick it up an emotional notch - Courf and Ferre pretend to still be together after breaking up for a family event

• take flight, come near : nice and cute low fantasy, where Combeferre runs a dragon sanctuary and Courf finds an injured dragon

Rare Pairs

• The Future's Owned by You and Me : cute Enjolras/Feuilly with actual radical politics and real life organising difficulties and wins

• First Dates and Other Dangers : Combeferre and Grantaire agree to go on a blind date and it's awkward until it isn't - just cute !

• after midnight : Combeferre has insomnia and meets Grantaire in various all night fast food chains

• as you are : Bahorel and Jehan getting ready together

• Almost Romantic : Jehan works at a museum, and takes Combeferre on a little tour

• Understudy : Jehan/Combeferre, with Combeferre's insecurities regarding being seen as second best to Enjolras

• Here There Be Dragons : Courf/Enj/Ferre - Courf and Enj are superheroes and Ferre is the doctor that patches them up

• To Let it Occur (Laisser Faire la Nature) : Feuilly has a stupidly long stopover in Paris and meets Enjolras

• rule of three : Courf/Enj/Ferre as spies and loving boyfriends

• Good Rhetoric : snapshots of cute cuddly courf/enj/ferre

• subluxate, dislocate, replace : found family and chronic illness with Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta

• Strike stone, strike home (like lightning) : so this fic took one minor piece of lore about Tolkien's dwarves and made a beautiful j/b/m fic from it

• Almost Inevitable : Bahorel/Feuilly friends-with-benefits

• god only knows (what I'd be without you) : Bahorel/Feuilly with a closeted Feuilly and a beautiful Feuilly and Eponine friendship

[heretherebedork]

And today's rewatch is: Stupid Boys. Stupid Love

Look, this is just a lighthearted and adorable high school BL and GL about a group of friends figuring out and confessing their love to each other. It's just genuinely adorable and soft as can be, mostly filled with the stupidity and antics of high schools discovering love.

Is it the greatest show of all time? No. Is it just cute and sweet? Yes. The boys are adorable and the girls are great and the butch lesbian/disaster bi team up is basically my favorite of all time.

Nghia and Minh are just adorable and they're both such high school level idiots it almost overwhelms me every single time. He literally runs back to his house just to hug him. Also, Nghia and his 'can I hug you?' and then hugging them regardless because he's trying to figure out this whole crush thing? Gold.

And then Tu and Thanh are adorable and so, so sweet and Tu is so supportive of her girl and that giant crush is just overwhelming. Seriously. They're adorable. I just love all of them so much.

There's also Chau and the older woman but, frankly, I mostly ignore that subplot tbh? It's like the doctor plot in Oxygen. Utterly unneeded and probably better left out.

But, overall, I genuinely adore this little show. It's like V-BL's answer to Make It Right and Lovesick.

[ndiecity]

idk ur still doing the confessions thing but anyway. it's not really wild or anything, i just needed to get it off my chest lol (you can ignore this if you want this gets pretty long and confusing i think so buckle up)

also shoutout to the 6th grade anon, i had a similar 6th grade exp. middle schoolers are the worst. i literally had little no friend AND was bullied lol.

anyway there was this one girl in my class that was like a sorta popular girl i was friends with. so during 6th grade, i had no friends except for her (i dont think she saw me as a friend tho or were even friends in the first place?? idk) and i would always crave her attention. i didn't know i had a crush on her i think.

(side note: i would rate the girls in my class based on how pretty and nice to me they are, (i think i put her on 2nd lol))

so then whenever she was absent for the day i would feel sad and all that shit. whenever she was around i always do anything to please her or make her think im cool or something (i was not cool, i was a loser). we would talk endlessly on messenger, talking abt random shit, how shitty her mom was, how shitty my mom was etc. one time during our first class for the day (which was about 5am i think) she was acting weird, i asked her about it, she said her stomach hurt. so me, being all lovesick and shit gave her my lunch ( i didn't have lunch money and only had sandwiches lol) when she thanked me for it, and said she felt better, i felt so proud. idk i just felt so happy then

fast forward to end of 6th grade, we were graduating. by that i mean transitioning from 6th grade to 7th grade. anyway. so we graduated, kept in touch, still messaged her on messenger, and then school got in the way and my phone got taken away cuz i failed sum classes in the 2nd quarter. never had it back since. so we didnt talk for about 4 years.

so back in 2020, my parents got me a laptop for school, and i made a new mess. acc. i reached out to her again. we talked, talked abt shitty moms, i found out she's bi and i told her im a lesbian. after a few days i asked her if she'd ever had a gf or bf or whatever (like the idiot i was) and said she didnt have to answer if she didnt want to obvi. she said yes she's had bf's before. i said, cool. then she asked me why i was asking i told her i was just curious.

then came out of nowhere, she said, "wanna try?" so then my brain shut off and i didnt reply for minutes then she just sent a "haha"

and she was like, "oh sorry was that weird? sorry😬"

but i said it was fine and shit. we didnt talk about it for about a day.

then we were talking again and i was like, "so this is gonna sound weird but do you ever like, like someone and would want a romantic relationship with them but wouldn't like, mind being their friend instead? like youre in the middle?"

and she said "yeah, i have" so then i was like "oh cool, cool"

then she asked, "why? have you?" and i said yes.

then she asked who. and my brain shut off again lmaoo so i was just like "you" the speech bubble appeared multiple times lmao then i followed up with like, "sorry! that was weird! please just forget about it!"

then she was like, "no no, it's fine. i feel the same way" (and i beliived it. how naive was i?)

so then i was like, "really?? cool cool cool" (im a really awkward person okay)

then after a few minutes of talking again (you know when you're like flirting as a joke but then it's not a joke anymore? lol) she was like, "so wanna be my gf?"

my brain shut off again. i didnt answer for a few minutes cuz my brain was dead. then she was like, "um was that too fast? that was too fast sorryy"

by the time i read that my hand was shaking lmaoo (from nervousness or shock i dont know) so i hastily replied with, "nah its fine. i would love too" after overthinking it and shit

does dating count when your just talking over text? what is dating????

anyway we flirt a lot, saying goodnight, i love you's and shit. she said i was her first gf, i said she was my first relationship and what not. i was genuinely happy. i had a person who understood me, and liked me, and i was happy. she even said she saved my bday on her phone

so then like about a week and a before my bday was when shits started to go down.

i messaged her, said a quick goodmorning cuz i had classes and how i wanted to kill myself and shit like that (dont worry, im not actively suicidal and she already knew this) she replied and i quote "Good morning, love. I love you."

then like after classes, i messaged her, asked how her day was, told her about my day etc. i waited about an hour. (she doesnt typically reply for about 10 - 15 minutes cuz duh she does have a more eventful life than mine) so i thought none of it. thought she was just busy. so it was nighttime and still no word from her. so i said good night and wished for her to be safe.

morning came, i checked my messages, still nothing, she didnt even see it yet. i went on with my day thinking nothing of it. told myself she might have some problems at home and all that. by the 3rd day, i was pretty anxious and i couldnt think properly. my brain conjuring up scenarios where her mom found out, and her phone got taken away. anything just to convince myself what the dreaded truth was.

it was the 5th day was when i gave up. i saw she changed her pfp, and captioned it like she would normally caption it. replied to the comments, that kind of shit. so then i was so mad by then so i commented too. ofc she didnt reply. i spent days worrying over her safety, when in reality she's just an asshole. and i really thought she really like me you know? i really thought she'd at least considered me as her friend, i guess not

my bday came, we had a party but i wasn't really feeling it ya know? by then i'd already spent the past week crying myself to sleep. no one noticed a thing.

a few months ago i saw she had a bf, and by that time i already felt like my old self again, no longer the broken pathetic shell she left. i was back to square one. so i cried again.

present day, i still see her posts, her ig stories, (i dont think she blocked me). and i cant bring myself to block her either. like idk on one hand i'm so mad that she just left me hanging, that her relationship with her new bf lasted longer than we were together and on the other i knew if she ever reached out again, i would latch on to every inch of her. (that's probably bad lol)

anyway have a nice day/afternoon/night!!!! i hope i havent troubled you too much lol sorry!

Damn that's a lot to take in, I'm sorry 😔

[glasschampagne]

The Alliance of Lovesick Idiots

Chapter 1

Remus Lupin didn’t know why he fancied Sirius Black. Maybe it was the mesmerizing way his dark hair reflected the light. Or the way his eyes could convey so many emotions all at once. Maybe it was the fact he always gave his one hundred and ten per cent in everything he did. Or how his confident stride made Remus want to be confident too. 

Okay, maybe he did know. But it didn’t really matter because he could never have him. Sirius was everything Remus was not: extroverted, confident and shamelessly beautiful. There was no way Sirius could ever want him, lanky and awkward as he was. 

 

He laid on the ground next to his best friend, Lily Evans, resigning himself to admiring Sirius from afar. He considered closing his eyes, but who was he kidding? Sirius’ face would never stop appearing at the back of his mind. He cursed. At least his nearing Spanish class would keep him too occupied to think about Sirius.

 

James Potter was completely and absolutely smitten with Lily Evans. He had been ever since he stepped into the English department, and saw her passionately explaining one of her favourite books. He felt the air leave his lungs when he noticed excitement made her eyes shine bright enough to overshadow the stars. He had been so mesmerized he forgot he was there to enroll in a class. 

 

After that experience, it was as if James’ centre of gravity had shifted. He couldn’t help but look for her everywhere he went, hoping to catch her looking at him the way he looked at her. But deep down, he knew that would never happen. She was the kind of girl who spent her afternoons quietly reading, or sipping coffee with her friends. James’ short attention span didn’t allow him to be a dedicated reader, and coffee made him much more hyperactive than he naturally was. 

He leaned against Marlene and watched her from a distance, how could she look so heavenly, just lying there with that tall friend of hers? He pleaded, to whatever god that would listen, to lessen the pain he felt in his chest at the sight of her. 

 

 

 

When Dorcas Meadowes had been at school, they had hated popular people. Constantly being bullied by them for being a non-binary theatre kid. However, upon entering college, they couldn’t bring themself to hate Marlene McKinnon. Dorcas had immediately admired the way she always seemed to be encouraging her teammates, but their heart almost burst when they witnessed Marlene calling out another student for fetishizing lesbians. She seemed so strong and confident, yet Dorcas also knew her to be soft and sensitive. 

 

That was the moment Dorcas fell in love. And suddenly, they understood why Macbeth had been so easily persuaded by his wife. Because Dorcas would have also killed if Marlene had asked them to. But even if Marlene was different from the jocks that would bully Dorcas at school, she was still a jock. And theatre kids like Dorcas didn’t get sporty, popular girls like Marlene. 

 

They kissed their friend Sirius’ cheek goodbye and made their way to their two pm class. With a little bit of luck, the complexities of the Spanish language would take their mind off the woman they could never have. 

 

 

 

Remus had never been particularly sporty, but at that moment he found himself sprinting to his Spanish class. He had never been late to a lecture, and he wasn’t about to start now. He took out his phone to check the time: one minute until two pm. Why did he waste so much precious time daydreaming about Sirius Black’s silver eyes? 

 

By the time he reached the classroom, he was panting and was barely able to greet the professor before he was thrust into a teamwork task with two people he knew very well. The first one was James Potter. Everybody’s favourite boy, the one who scored at least one goal in every single football match he played. And of course, Remus knew who Dorcas Meadowes was. How couldn’t he? After all, he fancied the pants off their best friend. The friend Remus couldn’t help but stare at. He cleared his throat, trying to catch their attention without being rude.

Continue reading on Ao3

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Don't Hurt It!

Don't Hurt It! by mwhoknows

October, Day 5: Spiders

Words: 1000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Miraculous October Prompts

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Chloé Bourgeois, Plagg, Tikki, Nora Césaire

Relationships: Adrien Agreste & Chloé Bourgeois & Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Nino Lahiffe, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Chloé Bourgeois/Kagami Tsurugi

Additional Tags: Spiders, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Alya Césaire Is So Done, Plagg Being Plagg, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Is a Little Shit, Cataclysm | Cat Miraculous Superpower, Supportive Tikki, Arachnophobia, Post-Reveal Pre-Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Loves Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Lovesick Adrien Agreste, Chloé Bourgeois Being Chloé Bourgeois, Chloé Bourgeois Redemption, they all know, post-reveal, Not Canon Compliant - Episode: s03 Miracle Queen (The Battle of the Miraculous Part 2), Idiots in Love, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir and Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Know, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir and Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Being Idiots, Chaos, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Lesbian Chloé Bourgeois, Mentioned Kagami Tsurugi, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, This Is STUPID, Why Did I Write This?, Smug Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, October Prompt Challenge

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34393903

[marvels-writings]

Glad you're back, we missed you! Could you please do number 100 with Maria Hill ☺ thank you ☺

100: “I’ve been dead for 200 years and nothing has really changed. People are still idiots.” 

“Tony are you fucking serious right now?” You shrieked, running to get the fire extinguisher when Tony accidentally lit the table on fire while tinkering on something.

You’d been peacefully eating breakfast while catching up on pop culture, you’d been in the ice for the same amount as Steve, going through everything together with him, even Thanos. You’d gotten along with all the Avengers well, they all liked you. You were a lot like Steve, since you were a super soldier, but a lot more rebellious and funny. 

“I didn’t think it would CATCH FIRE!” Tony shouted back, trying to save whatever he was playing with with his metal plated arm.

“Of course you didn’t!” You yelled, extinguishing the fire and getting some of it all over Tony’s arm and face, but at least the fire was out. 

“Seriously?” he raised his arm which was covered in white foam, you shrugged and groaned at your ruined cereal and coffee, dumping it in the trash and taking the now filled bowl back to the table before turning around to see Tony dusting off the object you saw sparks still.

“Shit!” Tony muttered, you glared at him, there was a faint beeping coming from the device, slowly growing faster.

“Tony,” You said with a scarily calm tone. “What the hell is that?”

“That was a nanotech bomb I was working on,” Tony replied, reaching towards it for you to stop his hand as the beeping rapidly increased. “SHIT!”

The beeping blurred together into one large beep, out of instinct, you pushed Tony back and picked up the full bowl, turning it over and putting it on top of the grenade. Before you could run away, the bomb blew up right under your hand, milk and glass exploded everywhere, some of the glass embedding itself into your hand. 

“AUGH!” You screamed, lifting up your hand to see 10 pieces of glass coming out of it, pain searing through you.

“What is goi-” Maria stopped speaking, tablet in hand as her blue eyes widened at seeing blood dripping from your hand. 

“What the hell happened?” Maria demanded, rushing over to you and putting her tablet on the counter. 

“Well, you-” You tried explaining through the pain, interrupting yourself with a groan when Maria touched your hand. 

“Save it, let’s get you to the med bay.” Maria said, taking the towel from the counter, holding it under your hand and guiding you to the med bay with her other hand on your back, you couldn’t prevent a small blush even through the pain. 

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

“How are you feeling?” Maria asked after the doctors had finished patching you up. 

They had put your hand under an anesthetic for some time as they took out the glass, the anesthetic didn’t work with your genetics long enough, you felt the pain as they disinfected the cut, hissing the entire time. Maria had offered to hold your hand but you denied it, you’d break it on accident.

“My hand is burning in the pits of hell.” You answered, lifting your hand to eye level, glancing over to Maria who giggled slightly, who knew Maria hill could giggle.

“You know,” You thought aloud, hopping off your bed, Maria stood up too and waited for you to start walking towards your room. “I’ve been dead for 200 years and nothing has really changed.”

“How so?” Maria asked, tilting her head to the side lightly, a strand falling out from her tight bun, you barely resisted the urge to tuck it behind her ear. 

“People are still idiots.” You answered, grinning at the bad joke, she rolled her eyes, trying to hide a laugh the best she could.

“Not all of them I hope.” Maria half asked, walking out of the room, you followed her, she seemed to be walking in the direction towards your room.

“Maybe,” You thought, she swatted you on the arm and you laughed a little. “I mean I’m still an idiot.” 

“We all noticed that.” Maria stated, you glared at her as she chuckled.

“You know you love me.” You joked, Maria blushed slightly, eyes widening, you thought about backstepping but decided not to when you saw her blush.

“I question it sometimes.” Maria finally said, you feigned hurt, stopping in front of your door, knowing Maria was going to force you to rest. “Go get some rest.” Maria gestured to your door.

“Love you too.” You teased, opening the door with your good hand, a smirk on your face when you saw her blush increase.

Maria rolled her eyes, a small smile creeping onto her face as she walked away, she knew she loved you, but she just wished you’d stop pointing it out. SHIELD knew her as a tough boss, not as a lovesick puppy who was hopelessly in love with you.

A/N: this is unedited and off the top of my head, feedback is amazing

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[artificialqueens]

The Blue Neighborhood Series: SUBURBIA (Group) - Mac

AN: A million and one thanks to everyone who has been here for this journey, I cannot thank you enough for your support and comments and love. I’m so thankful to have you guys and I hope this last chapter lives up to your expectations.

All my love to Meggie for betaing. All my love to Alex who made me actually start writing this series a year ago. All my love to Barbie for letting me bounce ideas off of her.

All my love to you all reading this. <3

Summary: The girls of the Blue Neighborhood grew up together. Playing in the streets, trading secrets, and falling in love.

And maybe, just maybe, they can forgive each other.

Rock bit back a smile as she heard footsteps bounding up the stairs to the prop room.

A week ago she would have scuttled into the far corner and hid until the person left, but now, as Aiden’s flushed face appeared in the doorway, Rock felt only a trace of nervousness.

“What’s up, bitch?” Aiden said by way of greeting.

Rock rolled her eyes, but patted the cool stone floor beside her, motioning for the other girl to sit. Aiden took her spot silently, the two falling into a sort of semi-comfort that they had developed over the past weeks.

Rock pulled out her phone, instinctively tapping through the screen to pull up the next episode of Sailor Moon.

She felt rather than heard Aiden’s complaint from beside her. “We are not watching this garbage again,” the dark-haired girl said, making a grab for the phone in Rock’s hand. But Rock had been anticipating this, and snatched her hand away in the nick of time, ratcheting up the volume a few notches to drown out Aiden’s groan of defeat.

“You were the one who busted up into my lunch spot. You can either bite your tongue or find another place to hide from everyone who’s pissed at you,” Rock retorted. “Also, don’t pretend you don’t like it, I see the way you look at Neptune, you fucking lesbian.”

Aiden rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched up. “First of all, you’re a bitch. Second of all, shut up.”

Rock smirked. “I don’t hear you denying it.”

Aiden waved her hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just play the damn show so I don’t have to hear you talk anymore.”

Rock smiled smugly to herself, pressing play and sinking back against the cold brick wall, Aiden’s warm presence heavy at her side.

The two watched in relative silence, save for Rock’s occasional need to info dump about a particular scene or character. Aiden rolled her eyes and gave her biting comments, but Rock could tell she appreciated the attention not being on her.

Ever since Aiden had been outed as the person behind the drama account, she had sunk even more into the background. Where before she would pipe in with snark and wit, now she sat back in silence, letting herself practically disappear in the horde.

Rock understood the feeling in a way.

Maybe that’s why they seemed to get along.

Aiden had stumbled up to the prop room one day, seeking asylum from her mistakes, and Rock had let her.

But questions still ate at her, bit at the tension in the air around them as they continued to watch in silence. Rock could feel them steadily bubbling to the surface, tempting her to ruin the peace she and Aiden had found.

She bit the bullet, pressing pause, noticing her breathing was coming out harsher than before.

“Why’d you do it?” she asked.

The question hung still in the air for a long while, so long that Rock nearly looked up to see if Aiden was still sitting beside her.

The older girl sighed, long and low. “You promised you wouldn’t bring it up.”

“Yeah.” Rock nodded, turning to meet Aiden’s eyes. “I lied.”

Aiden broke the contact, putting her head in her hands and letting out a shaky exhale. Rock expected her to leave, to lash out and storm away.

But Aiden just breathed in and out once more before lifting her head, staring at the stone floor intently. “My parents got divorced the summer before freshman year,” she said slowly, as if testing out the words on her tongue. “It came out of nowhere. There were no big fights or warning signs, just… divorce. And Mom never said why.”

Rock saw the other girl’s features soften the tiniest bit before harsh lines replaced them.

“We were happy. A happy, normal family. We played board games and went on camping trips and spent hours staring up at the clouds.” Aiden bit her lip harshly. “It came out of nowhere.”

She took a steadying breath before speaking again. “And then my dad got real sick. Couldn’t be on his own so he moved back in. And I couldn’t—” Aiden shook her head. “I didn’t know how to be there… in that house.”

“Everyday I would come back from school and I’d have lost a little more of him,” she practically whispered, voice suddenly hoarse and grating. “Mom did her best, caring for a man she didn’t love anymore, but she worked, and I went to school and… and… and we weren’t there for him.”

There was a beat of silence before Aiden spoke again. “I didn’t go home the week after he died. I slept in the theatre seats down there, showered in the locker rooms. Fuck.”

Rock didn’t know what to say, couldn’t imagine the pain and suffering that lived inside this girl she had known for so long.

Aiden’s expression hardened, but she still refused to look up from where her eyes were fixed on the floor. “That week I started noticing stuff. People doing shit they weren’t supposed to, shit that didn’t make sense.”

“The account wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, just a place to post dumb shit about the people who were dicks to me.”

Aiden finally turned to meet Rock’s gaze, her eyes wide and helpless. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand, but all of a sudden people found it, and were sending the account other stuff. Confessions, kinks, teacher-student relationships and I-I didn’t know what to do.”

“And then I saw Gigi and Jaida,” Aiden exhaled shakily.

“And I remembered how hurt Crystal had been all those years ago, how hurt she still was about the whole thing. And I tried to bring it up to her, but she shot me down. And I tried to let it go, I really did.  But they just kept hooking up, and they weren’t even being secretive about it. And after three fucking years of hurting Crystal, I thought they deserved a little bit of shit for what they did.”

“So you posted the picture.” Rock nodded.

“Yeah.” Aiden sighed.

Rock took a deep breath in and out. “I didn’t know that, about your dad.”

“I didn’t tell anyone.” Aiden shook her head. “I didn’t want the pity. I didn’t want people… looking after me. It didn’t feel right since I didn’t-I couldn’t look after him.”

Rock nodded. “That all must have been…” She paused. “Really overwhelming,” she said lightly, placing a gentle hand on Aiden’s shoulder.

Aiden scoffed, shrugging off Rock’s affection. “Why are you saying it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you…” Aiden floundered, “I dunno, understand. Like you’re not mad.”

Rock shook her head. “Oh, I’m mad,” she assured.

Aiden looked down to her fingers, toying with the laces of her shoes.

“But I get why you did it.”

Aiden shook her head, words coming out in a desperate whisper. “I’m not sure I do.”

“You want answers.” Rock shrugged. “That’s all any of us want. You want to know why your parents divorced, you want to know why people lie, you want to know how someone could cheat on someone else.”

Aiden looked up to meet Rock’s eyes, the first look of genuine vulnerability passing between them.

“You don’t get to know.” Rock smiled sadly. “You gotta suck it up like the rest of us and get comfortable with not knowing.”

Aiden’s gaze darted away, breaking eye contact again, but Rock didn’t stop. “You don’t get to make up a narrative and force other people to fit it. You wanna be emo and angsty and upset at the world, fine, you do that, but you don’t get to ruin other people’s lives just because you got dealt a shit hand in life.”

“Tough talk for a bitch hiding in a prop room,” Aiden snapped.

Rock chuckled. That’s the Aiden she knew. “In case it escaped your notice, you’re also up here hiding, dumbass.”

Aiden looked at Rock hard, walls up, defenses primed, ready to attack.

But then she laughed.

Really, genuinely laughed.

And she didn’t stop.

She didn’t stop until tears started streaming down her face, and she was hiccuping around sobs she desperately tried to fight off.

And Rock held her through it.

…

Brita couldn’t help a smile as she made her way down the hallway and through the open doors to the art room. She was met with a chorus of greetings that still managed to make her stomach flip.

She took up her usual seat next to Heidi, and the two began to trade the entirety of their respective lunches. They fell into easy conversation, as the couples on either side of the room were too absorbed in each other to pay them any mind.

Brita watched them out of the corner of her eye, blaming it on curiosity.  

Nicky and Crystal sat next to each other, smiling ear to ear and occasionally feeding each other bites of food like lovesick idiots.

“They’re so gross,” Heidi groaned from beside her.

The two girls in question whipped around to glare at her.

“I miss when you were both too gay to talk to each other. Can we go back to that? I miss that.” Heidi whined, stabbing at the pasta Brita brought with a fork.

Crystal raised a challenging brow at Heidi, and without breaking eye contact, which was a feat in and of itself, pulled Nicky in for an overly loud kiss.

Heidi scowled. “I hate y’all.”  

Brita laughed at the pair, but as their kiss became more heated, she turned her head, hoping to conceal the flush that ran the length of her neck.

She shook her head to clear it, mind suddenly muddled as she tried to piece together the feelings welling up inside her at such a public display. Her eyes flitted around the room, latching on to anything that could keep her attention.

She saw Gigi, who was perched on one of the tables, elbows resting atop her knees, head in her hands as Jackie rambled on about something to do with a new congresswoman who was ‘changing the political game.’

They seemed… comfortable. At ease around each other in a way that wasn’t unexpected, they had known each other their whole lives, yet Brita was still shocked when they announced they were dating. But now, looking at the two sharing gentle smiles over their respective lunches, Brita didn’t know why she never put the two together before. The pair was well-matched. Their quiet intimacy seeped into their conversation, gentle giggles erupting every so often from their side of the room.

Brita again found herself oddly entranced.

Was that what it was like to love a woman?

Was it always so… tender?

Nausea filled the pit in her gut, and she turned away from the happy couple.

Internalized Homophobia.

She had read about it on the internet. Hadn’t batted her eye at the definition the first time, but now it seemed to be coming back to her.

It didn’t feel good, not at all. Confronting that about herself. Seeing such blatant representation of something she had learned to bury so long ago.

But it wasn’t impossible.

She knew that to get to the bottom of this… whatever it was she was feeling, she had to confront it head on. She had to understand where it came from and why it seemed to hurt her so much.

These girls, these couples moreover, were showing her that it didn’t have to be so hard. That there was a chance for happiness, unabashed joy even. Love.

And that, funnily enough, gave her hope.

Heidi chuckled from beside her, noticing her red face. “You sure you don’t like girls, Miss Filter?”

It took everything in her not to flinch.

Instead, Brita simply shrugged.

And she counted that a victory.

…

Widow started as she nearly ran headfirst into a lanky brunette.

Before she could so much as say something, the figure had bolted toward the school building. Widow just watched him go, an amused smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. As she rounded the sports shed, she overheard her friend’s voice clear and brash as always.

“Matthews only cares if your paper’s in fucking English, doesn’t matter the content.”

A short blonde girl rolled her eyes pointedly and went to say something, but Dahlia stopped her with a hand. “You know the rules yeah? Change the first and last word for each paragraph.”

The girl nodded.

Dahlia pulled out a handful of loose papers and held them out to the freshman, who grabbed them wordlessly. “Now get lost.”

Widow smiled as the young kid scampered off.  

“You really should charge them more,” she called out.

Dahlia started at the sound of another voice, but relaxed as she identified the source.

She smirked, shrugging. “Consider it a donation to charity.”

“I dunno if you can count having half the freshman class cheat off of you for tax write-offs.”

Dahlia chuckled.

“You ‘bout done here?” Widow asked, gesturing to the makeshift office Dahlia had set up.

The younger girl nodded, throwing papers haphazardly into her open backpack.

Widow looked around, the breeze ruffling her curls and sending a shiver down her spine. “Yeah, let’s get outta here, this place gives me the creeps.”

“You think this place is bad, you should see the old greenhouse. That shit’s fuckin’ haunted, man.” Dahlia shook her head.

Widow’s eyes lit up. “The WHAT?”

Dahlia turned to stare wide eyed at her. “You serious? You ain’t ever gone by it?”

Widow shook her head dumbly.

Dahlia chuckled, flinging her backpack over her shoulder.

“Lead the way, bitch.” Widow smiled.

They walked for only ten minutes, past the baseball field and through the line of trees that bordered the athletic quad. Through a patch of thick brush they came to a small clearing. An old greenhouse stood practically tethered to the surrounding vegetation, only because of the fading light reflecting against the frosted glass could Widow even make out the corners of the structure.

Before they could so much as stop, Widow was excitedly pulling her camera out of her school bag, fiddling with the aperture until she got the lighting perfect on the small screen in front of her.

Dahlia rolled her eyes fondly, allowing her friend to stalk around the building, snapping endless pictures, mumbling about shutter speed and light refraction. It was only a matter of time, and a few pleading words from Widow, before Dahlia found herself posing next to the greenhouse.

“I regret this already,” she groaned but allowed Widow to pose her in various absurd positions, all of which felt incredibly awkward, yet came out stunning.

The two girls ventured into the structure, finding the inside just as overgrown and sprawling as the outside. It felt much bigger on the inside, wooden tables covered in pots lined the walls, leaving only a center plot of ground to walk, but the walls were massive, green tint to the window panes making the ceiling appear vaulted.

“This place is gorgeous, oh my god!” Widow exclaimed, practically jumping up and down in excitement. She whipped around to face Dahlia, eyes alight with her signature mischief. “Oh my god, D, we could totally give this place a makeover.”

Dahlia went to protest, because really? But Widow started talking a mile a minute before she could get a word in.

“Just move that plant over there and that table against the far wall, and we could probably fit a couch in here if we turned it sideways. My dad has this old one in the basement that we don’t use. We could get Jaida’s truck and haul it here. And I know Crystal would fucking love to paint in this place. Not to mention we could totally smoke here without getting caught. And—”

Dahlia finally butted in. “What do I look like? Fuckin’ HGTV?”

Widow rolled her eyes, turning to face her friend, the plea evident in her tone. “This place could be a really bangin spot, D,” she implored. “Plus, with it gettin cold an’ all, we’ve got fuck all to do.”

Dahlia sighed. “Remind me why we’re friends.” Even as she said it, Dahlia couldn’t keep the smile from creeping up the sides of her face.

“Because you love me.” Widow whined, pulling Dahlia closer, and peppering kisses against the side of her face.

Dahlia pushed her off gently, miming vomiting, and Widow just laughed.

The two cleared off a bit of the tables, each setting up across from each other. They fell into a comfortable silence, inhaling and exhaling the late autumn breeze, watching as their breath danced in the air.

“You talked to Gigi?” Widow finally asked, shattering their peaceful silence.

Dahlia sighed, long and low. “Yeah.” She nodded slowly. “Said I was sorry about the stuff at the party. I didn’t know… I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I had no clue.”

“None of us did.”

“Yeah, but it was kinda my fault in the first place.”

Widow shrugged. “It woulda come out one way or another.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Dahlia bit her lip, refusing to meet Widow’s eyes.

“But?”

“But, I still gotta talk to Jan.”

Widow sighed, but nodded her head knowingly. “Yeah, you do,” she agreed.

“I just don’t know how the fuck to go about it.”

Widow scoffed. “Maybe start with ‘I’m sorry.’”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Dahlia groaned, letting her head drop into her open hands. “Fuck, man. I really messed up.”

“You knew that when you fell for another girl’s boyfriend,” Widow replied.

“Yeah, but it just got so complicated.”

Widow nodded, smiling sadly. “That’s life for ya. Doesn’t mean you don’t do the right thing.”

Dahlia nodded into her hands, breathing in and out slowly. When she finally looked up to meet Widow’s eyes, she nodded. “She and Bryce broke up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he told me last week. I didn’t know how to feel.”

There was a pause. “How do you feel?” Widow asked.

Dahlia looked at her for a moment, mind everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “I dunno. I thought I’d be… happy? I guess. But I just feel… nothing.”

Widow nodded. “Well, hey, if you’re ever feeling down, just know that Joe asks me at least once a month if you’d join us for a threesome.”

Dahlia laughed, even though she hadn’t wanted to. “I’ve still got it,” she joked.

Widow rolled her eyes playfully. “You’ve always had it, bitch. You just been wastin’ it on guys you couldn’t have.”

“Yeah yeah, all right, who are you, my therapist?”

Widow suddenly got very serious, her voice grave. “Don’t even joke about that. That’s fuckin’ terrifying.”

“Hey!” Dahlia yelled, flinging a handful of dirt at her friend.

Widow held up her hands in surrender. “Your mind is a scary place, D.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

…

Heidi looked up as the door to the house across the street opened and closed, revealing an exhausted looking Jaida.

The All-Star player exhaled loudly, leaning against her front door. When she opened her eyes, she saw Heidi and had the decency to look embarrassed.

Heidi just smiled knowingly. “You too?”

The tension in Jaida’s shoulders dissipated as she recognized Heidi’s meaning. “Dude,” she exhaled, shaking her head.

“I know.” Heidi chuckled.

“It’s like… they don’t know how to act like people.”

“I know!” Heidi agreed. “What’s with that?”

“The fuck if I know.” Jaida smiled warmly.

“Promise me if I ever get old and start acting like that you’ll just shoot me in the head.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Jaida chuckled.

“Hey!” Heidi scoffed, waving the bowl she had around animatedly.

Jaida just laughed, easy and light.

“Whatcha got there?” She motioned to the Tupperware in Heidi’s hands.

A mischievous smile broke out across Heidi’s face. “Banana pudding,” she winked. “Best you’ve ever had, I guarantee.”

Jaida’s eyes lit up and she raised a brow inquisitively at the dish.

“Go grab a few spoons and you can try some.” Heidi nodded.

“A few?”

“If you think we the only ones with crazy family on Thanksgiving, you got another thing comin’.”

As if on cue, the door to Jackie’s house banged open, the aforementioned girl storming out the door and into the street, breathing harshly. Heidi could feel the anger and hurt rolling off her in waves, and felt sympathy well up inside her. She knew Jackie’s family was rough, they’d been especially difficult the past month with her relationship with Gigi coming to light.

Heidi didn’t think twice about waving her over with a sweeping gesture.

“Hey, guys,” Jackie exhaled, the lines beside her face appearing deeper than they had a few days ago.

The two gave her sympathetic looks.

Heidi clocked the moment Jackie noticed the dish in her hands, her eyes widening a fraction. Heidi patted the ground beside her. “Jaida’s gonna go grab spoons.”

Jaida rolled her eyes but made her way back into the house.

Just then, Nicky’s door opened and the French beauty made her way outside, lighting a cigarette like a reflex as she noticed the girls. She waltzed over to them, smiling all the while. “I thought the point of this holiday was that you were supposed to spend time with your family.”

Before either of them could answer, Crystal’s door banged open.

“Nicky, that better not be what I think it is!”

Nicky’s eyes went wide and she quickly doused her cigarette with her shoe. The french beauty turned on her heel, offering a wide and not at all suspicious smile to her girlfriend. “Ma préféré! I do not know what you mean.”

Crystal raised a challenging eyebrow as she made her way over to the three girls. She surveyed the two on the ground, who pointedly looked away, not about to get in the middle of whatever the fuck those two were on about.

“Mhmmm.” Crystal rolled her eyes.

Jaida appeared again, with several spoons and her own tray of biscuits.

Jackie got up excitedly and rushed back into her house, claiming that she had food too.

The group set up their small feast in the middle of the numerous parked cars that lined the cul de sac. Chatting animatedly about their respective family drama.

It wasn’t long before they were joined by Widow, holding a vat of green beans that her family wouldn’t eat, even though she swore they were seasoned to perfection.

Slowly, one by one, each of the houses in the cul de sac opened and closed, girls pouring out of them, some with food, others with hopeful smiles.

Gigi had bounded over to the group, arms extended with a pot of mac ‘n cheese. She had sidled up right next to Jackie, the new couple whispering in hushed voices, blush high on their cheeks.

Brita joined them not long after, an array of silverware in her hands, and plopped down with Heidi.

Next was Dahlia, with a bottle of wine in each hand.

When Jan joined the group, she looked skeptically at the bottles, but bravely took a swig from each, wincing a bit at the taste.

At some point Rock had snuck into the circle, her occasional odd comment taking the group off guard at the suddenness of her appearance.

The comfortable conversation slowly petered out when Aiden arrived.

The black-haired girl gave a weak smile, gesturing down to the pot in her hands. “I brought stuffing,” she spoke softly.

There was silence.

The group stared at her, and Aiden stared back

The silence went on, each girl’s eyes flitting about the circle, unwilling to be the first to speak.

Until, Rock bit the bullet. “Thank god someone here knows what real Thanksgiving food is!”

There was another beat of silence.

And then conversations resumed.

Slowly at first.

The tension was still there, Aiden wasn’t forgiven, but the tense atmosphere eased a bit as the black-haired girl took up a seat on the outskirts of the group next to Rock, placing her dish in the middle of the circle.

Heidi surveyed the scene, smiling at the sight. A mixture of voices bubbled up from all sides as the girls fell into new, comfortable conversations.

She marveled at the fading color of the trees, signaling the change of season, and the coming winter. As she glanced back over to the group of girls gathered in the center of the street, head clouded, heart full, the only emotion she could pinpoint was hope.

Hope that the girls of the Blue Neighborhood had what it took to tackle the rest of their senior year.

[stardustprompts]

lovesick   season 2 , part 2  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :  general nsfw ,  language

‘it was sort of your behavior in general that was really shitty.’

‘it’s a whole day about love. none of the other emotions get their own day.’

‘ugh, is it valentine’s day?’

‘all the restaurants will be packed with moon-faced idiots who feel obligated to buy overpriced roses while trying to hold hands while they eat which actually is just … completely impractical.’

‘you do know it’s …. it’s also my birthday.’

‘it’s all well and good being wishy-washy and full of feelings, but at some point people have to convert those feelings into money spent on actual stuff that tells a person how you feel about them.’

‘what is a gift that says ‘so far, I’m quite enjoying hanging out with you?’”

‘you could write him a poem.’

‘i’d rather break up with him.’

‘i’d ask if you want to get a coffee but you’re already carrying one.’

‘that belongs on a greetings card.’

‘why don’t you cook him something?’

‘i’ve eaten your pasta and didn’t die.’

‘don’t get hurt again.’

‘what have you been up to the last five years?’

‘did I not mention the nut allergy?’

‘I think I’m just lonely.’

‘don’t. because if you touch me, I’m not gonna want you to stop and that is not helpful to anyone.’

‘worst birthday ever?’

‘I just voluntarily cut my own heart out and drop-kicked it off a cliff.’

‘don’t you even think about moving.’

‘I heard she got married.’

‘anyways, I have love. I love my friends and they love me back.’

‘everyone wants to be loved. nobody wants to get hurt. but you don’t get to have one without the possibility of the other.’

‘i’m making waffles.’

‘what is the key to a long and happy marriage?’

‘it’s like a james bond film without the sex and violence.’

‘so now that you’ve gone big are you gonna go home?’

‘i’m leaning towards feeling extremely frustrated with you.’

‘you know what? I’m out of here. there’s a firm decision for you.’

‘don’t be childish.’

‘i’m trying to move on from someone.’

‘it’s what fucking pirates would do!’

‘one day, you’re gonna be old, looking back on your life and this night is gonna be yet another night where you went for the solid, safe, reliable, kill-me-now option.’

‘you are like the patron saint of partying.’

‘I didn’t think that one through.’

‘look,  (name) is getting married and that’s a big deal. you only do that three or four times.’

‘life’s too short to just keep going round in circles.’

‘you have really amazing eyes.’

‘we weren’t having sex, we were making love.’

‘it’s an old habit, probably not a good one.’

‘what if I panic and I get too drunk, and I say terrible things and throw up on people?’

‘then you’ll fit right in.’

‘this is a great idea. It’s been ages since we got drunk before lunch.’

‘I just need a drink first.’

‘what, you don’t think I’m damaged goods?’

‘I just wonder if I look back on today if it’s the moment that my life got better or much worse.’

‘after that night everyone thought i was a lesbian, which probably make my life easier overall.’

‘they do say that about lesbianism.’

‘just tell me the truth!’

‘I don’t want to do that! the truth makes me feel real feelings.’

‘i’ve been seeing a therapist.’

‘i’m being tempted by hollow, hedonistic sex.’

‘this will need to be talked about!’

‘i’ve never seen her smoke.’

‘how far along are you?’

‘we’re having a baby!’

‘I want what you have. I want to be in love again.’

‘I really did want a drink in my hand before I said anything.’

‘I made a mistake.’

‘there was just this … ache for a different life that never went away.’

‘I am so full of doubts. I keep thinking it’s just because it’s me. but what if it’s not?’

‘my hard won advice would be not to ignore those feelings.’

‘I love you. and I’m trying not to say that lightly anymore.’

[mortuarybees]

your posts convinced me to watch rsc twelfth night and it's so good I can't believe they made me love orsiono/cesario so much??? himbo!orsino rights??? and that ending had me shook i was expecting the usual la dee da we're all happily married now but... sebastion watching antonio leave... the one-sided four-way gazing and reaching out... wtf I'm heartbroken for these idiots.

GOD right????????? like i adore the attention it gives to antonio’s heartbreak which is so often neglected or reduced to like being Happy For His Bro and sebastian being torn between olivia and going after antonio. and holy shit the Queer Energy of olivia reaching for viola and orsino reaching for sebastian like.....i think it was @saaliyah who said olivia’s reaction is like “oh what the fuck i thought i just married a nice butch”. and orsino was in love with cesario all along esp in rsc 2017 like....it’s like a physical pain for him in act 2 scene 4 to turn his attention from cesario to olivia. and that k i s s

like he’s not played as particularly lovesick over olivia or at all distraught like act 1 scene 1 is usually played. he’s literally painting his nude twink buddy while his mean friend plays the piano and he just kinda sounds like he’s dramatically musing on his intended engagement. hes gay and doesnt especially want to get married but this is edwardian britain and people are getting suspicious about That Rich Bachelor and he wants to marry olivia bc 1. she’s a lesbian and 2. she’ll never marry him so he can at least feign that his true love won’t have him and he couldn’t bear anyone else

[ao3feedzukka]

I want more of you, is that bad?

by Layzhe_06

"Toph Beifong, you fucking moron..."

Or, Toph pines for Yaling, thinking the other doesn't see her the same way she does.

Words: 6062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Imbalance Trilogy (Avatar)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Yaling (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar)

Relationships: Toph Beifong/Yaling, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Katara/Suki (Avatar), Aang/Teo (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Lesbian Sex, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Implied Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Implied Teo/Aang (Avatar), Implied Katara/Suki (Avatar), Toph Beifong and Zuko are Siblings, Lesbian Toph Beifong, Useless Lesbians, Friends With Benefits, These sapphics, istfg, Tophling-centric, Because they need more love, hSHSSHSH, I'm trying out nEW THINGS OKAY, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I'm a multishipper leave me alone, hah, Toph's an idiot, A lovesick idiot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Bending (Avatar TV), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, In which the gaang is gay, Zukka's engaged teehee, 6k words of fwb feels, because... i can

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/27551992

[ao3feed-zukka]

I want more of you, is that bad?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Iz10Lt

by Layzhe_06

"Toph Beifong, you fucking moron..."

Or, Toph pines for Yaling, thinking the other doesn't see her the same way she does.

Words: 6062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Imbalance Trilogy (Avatar)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Yaling (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar)

Relationships: Toph Beifong/Yaling, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Katara/Suki (Avatar), Aang/Teo (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Lesbian Sex, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Implied Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Implied Teo/Aang (Avatar), Implied Katara/Suki (Avatar), Toph Beifong and Zuko are Siblings, Lesbian Toph Beifong, Useless Lesbians, Friends With Benefits, These sapphics, istfg, Tophling-centric, Because they need more love, hSHSSHSH, I'm trying out nEW THINGS OKAY, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I'm a multishipper leave me alone, hah, Toph's an idiot, A lovesick idiot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Bending (Avatar TV), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, In which the gaang is gay, Zukka's engaged teehee, 6k words of fwb feels, because... i can

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Iz10Lt

[musikfurfreiheit]

Clueless and Useless

A short Charmer fanfic because, why not?

‘That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.’

‘Excuse me, that is the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.’ Otto corrected him, pointing at Merel picking a flower from the grass and shoving it into Charlotte’s hair.

Overall it was a wonderful day, and yet.

Even though it was already late September, the weather was still beautiful in Barcelona. The sun was out, the occasional cloud adorned the light blue sky here and there, birds were still singing their songs, and children laughed on the nearby playground. It was a day off from the tour, a very well earned day off, and Joey was truly enjoying it. Mostly.

Because it didn’t matter how beautiful the sun was, or how loudly the birds sang their songs. It didn’t matter how much they’d earned this day off, there was still something that bothered him. The same thing that had been bothering him for over 2 years.

Charlotte and Merel’s relationship. Or rather, the lack of it.

Joey had known Merel for a long time now, longer than he’d known any of the other band members. From the moment the blonde had joined the band, Joey had been there to listen to Merel’s lovesick rambling. About how smart Charlotte was, how creative Charlotte’s voice was, how beautiful Charlotte was. And mostly, how clueless Charlotte was. Merel didn’t hide her feelings for the singer, but Charlotte never seemed to get the hint.

At first Joey had just assumed that Merel was wrong. He assumed that Charlotte had gotten the hint but didn’t feel the same, and ignored Merel’s flirting to gently let her off the hook. Joey was convinced of it, and then he was proven wrong when he joined Delain.

Charlotte was clueless, and Merel was a typical case of Useless Lesbian.

‘Do you think they’ll ever get the hint?’

Joey didn’t look at the person next to him, nor did he point what he was talking about. He didn’t have to. He knew Otto shared the same frustration about their singer and guitarist.

‘For my own mental state, I hope so.’ Otto sighed, and took a sip from the can he’d opened a few minutes earlier. ‘I can’t take much more of Charlotte’s complaining. And I don’t know how often I can see her practically propose to Merel on stage before Merel gets it.’

Both of them were eyeing the pair. They’d wandered off together to discover the park, and had now reached the pond where the local ducks lived. Feeding the ducks together was such a romantic act, but for Charlotte and Merel it was just a thing friends did.

‘That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.’

‘Excuse me, that is the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.’ Otto corrected him, pointing at Merel picking a flower from the grass and shoving it into Charlotte’s hair.

Otto was right. It was so obvious for the entire world how in love those two idiots were, and yet they couldn’t see it. Joey wondered what it would take for them to finally take the hint.

A groan rolled over Joey’s lips when he saw the pair walking towards them again. The flower still in Charlotte’s hair, the singer’s arm wrapped around Merel’s shoulders, Merel watching Charlotte with hearteyes. How was it possible for them to do this and not understand the other’s feelings?

‘So, did you two lovebirds enjoy the walk?’ Otto asked when they sat down next to them.

‘Absolutely!’ Charlotte smiled while wrapping her arm around Merel again. ‘Nothing is as relaxing as feeding the ducks with your best friend.’

Merel smiled and snuggled into Charlotte embrace. It was so painful, Joey had to close his eyes to prevent them from rolling out of their sockets.

They truly were clueless and useless.

[bored-fan-bs-thoughts]

Fluff and Holiday Cheer: Chapter 4

I added some Kippen Sibling interactions and the possible beginnings of Ambi! Hope you enjoy!

If you missed Chapter 3, click here

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T.J. bursts into Amber’s room causing her to jump and throw her phone down on her bed.

“Please don’t burst in like that!” She yells frustrated.

“Sorry,” T.J. says half-heartedly before going in to a full-on rant. “How is it possible for one human being to be as adorable as Cyrus Goodman? I mean, come on! It’s not fair. His cute little rants and random dinosaur facts. His big chocolate-brown eyes and squish-able cheeks. And the smile that’s as bright as the sun. And don’t even get me started on the little shrug he does. Ugh I could die!”

“So you’re gay?” Amber questions, clearly taken aback by this new information.

“Oh yeah,” he laughs, “I’m gay. I’m surprised dad didn’t tell you.”

Amber just shrugs in response and pats her bed for T.J. to sit. As T.J. takes a seat, he notices Amber’s phone that is face up and open to her text conversation with Andi. He smiles up at her causing her to blush. The Kippen siblings are masters at non-verbal communication.

“Shut up,” She says, looking down embarrassed.

“I didn’t say anything,” T.J. responds throwing his hands up defensively.

“Let’s talk about Cyrus,” Amber says nudging her brother in the side.

“What else is there to say?” T.J. responds. “I mean he’s like a near perfect human. He’s inspired me to be a better person so I can be worthy of him.”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been in a much more pleasant mood lately,” Amber notes. “Is it because of him?”

“Yeah,” T.J. shrugs but his blush gives his feelings away. “He’s kind of amazing.”

Amber smiles and hugs T.J. She rubs his hair affectionately, and T.J. makes a weak attempt to escape her hair-ruining hands.

“Aww, even your hair is softer,” Amber notes. “You’re such a softie!”

She makes a move to squeeze his cheeks, but T.J. grabs her wrist and says, “I will kill you.” His harsh words, however, are undercut by his fond smirk.

“Are you going to tell him?” Amber asks.

“I think so,” T.J. responds, suddenly terrified of the impending conversation and potential rejection. “He’s coming over for Christmas, so I’ll have a lot of time with him alone. Dad thinks I should tell him then.”

“I agree,” Amber says. “You can do this.”

“Are you going to tell Andi?” T.J. questions with a poke to her side.

“Stop,” Amber purrs, “She’s probably straight anyway.”

“Just because she dated Jonah?” T.J. asks, “That’d be funny if two of Jonah’s ex-girlfriends dated.”

“Yeah,” Amber laughs grimly, “It’s not going to happen though.”

“Hey,” T.J. says comfortingly placing a hand on her shoulder. “She does seem to be spending a lot of time with you. You never know.”

“I love you, Teej,” She says as she picks up her phone and types out a response to Andi. T.J. attempts to look over her shoulder, earning him an elbow nudge to his side. He falls back onto the bed and begins to giggle.

T.J. hears a ding from his phone and notices the notification from Cyrus. He opens up his messages and sees a picture of the two of them from a few months ago causing him to smile like a dork. Amber smirks at T.J. suspiciously who shows her the picture, unable to speak. It depicted Cyrus trying to take a selfie, but his gaze was cast to T.J. who appeared to be wheezing with laughter. Underneath the picture was the text, “Candid pics are the best” with a red heart emoji.

“Ahh T.J.! Do you know what this means?” Amber squeals. “Why do you think anyone uses a red heart emoji?”

“It could just be like a bro thing,” T.J. suggests with a sheepish grin.

“No one ever just sends heart emojis as a bro thing,” she responds matter-of-factly. “T.J. are you actually this clueless?”

“I’m just scared to get my hopes up,” T.J. admits.

“It’s okay,” Amber comforts him, “Cyrus is kind and understanding. You have nothing to lose.”

“Except my dignity,” he mumbles.

A mischievous grin creeps onto her face as she says, “You didn’t have any to begin with.”

At this, T.J. forgets his worries as he pins her down aggressively. It would almost be intimidating, but his giggles give him away. Amber is accustomed to the attacks of her brother and she is able to hold her own agains the athletic teenager.

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Cyrus walks into The Spoon and immediately sees Andi sitting at her own booth in the corner of the restaurant. He walks up to her, and she looks up at him with a slight fear in her eyes.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Cyrus asks with worry lacing his voice.

She shakes her head no and gestures to the seat in front of her. “Just drowning my sorrows.”

Cyrus lets out an awkward laugh as he sits down and says, “I’m an expert at that.” When she doesn’t crack a smile, Cyrus shifts to a more serious disposition and asks, “What’s wrong?”

Andi lets out a shaky exhale and says, “How did you know you were gay?”

“I guess I just feel nervous around certain guys, my hands would sweat, and my heart would race,” he explains while thinking about T.J., “I realized that was how most guys feel about girls, and I didn’t really feel anything for them. I don’t know. Why do you ask?” She takes a deep, shaky breath refusing to make eye contact with him. “Andi, what’s wrong?” Cyrus asks again, reaching out to grab her hand.

“I think I might not be straight,” she finally lets out. Cyrus squeezes her hand reassuringly as a quiet symbol of his support and to urge her to continue. “I came here today to talk to Amber, but I got scared.”

“So you have a crush on Amber?” Cyrus questions for clarification.

“Why is it so hard to tell your crush that you like them?” Andi laments.

“I’m pretty sure that’s just a human thing, not a gay thing,” Cyrus comments. Then, struck with curiosity, he asks, “So are you bi or…”

“I don’t know,” She answers honestly.

“I like it,” Cyrus nods and smiles earning a relieved smile from Andi.

For the first time, Andi releases her stress a bit. Her breath feels easier and she lets out  a nervous laugh before asking, “So what brings you here?”

“My guess is he’s waiting for my brother,” Amber suddenly says, startling Andi and Cyrus.

“H-hi Amber,” Andi stutters out, a light blush beginning to tint her cheeks. Amber wears a similar expression, but only Cyrus seems to notice.

Ignoring the two lovesick girls and longing for a bit of clarification, Cyrus asks “Your brother?”

“Yeah,” Amber responds nonchalantly, “T.J. Kippen.”

Cyrus can’t hide the surprise in his voice as he gasps out, “You’re his lesbian sister who used to date Jonah.” Then, realizing he may have just outed her to Andi, he clasps a hand over his mouth and mumbles an apology.

Amber simply laughs and nods, clearly confident in her sexuality, something that Cyrus is somewhat jealous of. Clearly it’s a Kippen trait to just not give a shit what other’s think.

“Well, I have to go do my job,” Amber says reluctantly, then casting a soft look directly at Andi, she says, “It was nice to see you guys,” and walks to another table.

“Did you see that?” Cyrus squeals. “She was so flirting with you.”

“Stop it,” Andi says burying her face in her hands. “She definitely wasn’t.”

“Yeah, she was,” Cyrus pushes, “How can you not see that?”

“I don’t know,” Andi answers. “How can you not see that T.J. is totally in love with you?”

At this, Cyrus begins to stutter and blush. He shakes his head and says, “I just don’t want to get my hopes up.”

Andi leans forward and takes Cyrus’s hands in hers. “Cyrus, he’s gay. He clearly cares about you,” Andi explains comfortingly with a reassuring smile. “He would be an idiot to turn you down. And if he’s a jerk about it, Buffy and I will literally beat him up.”

“I don’t need you to do that,” Cyrus giggles. “I have been invited to his house for Christmas.”

Before Andi can respond, she notices T.J. walking through the door and waves him over. Cyrus turns to see T.J. and enthusiastically waves at him. This causes him to break out into the widest grin as he walks to Cyrus. He looks somewhat disappointed upon seeing Andi there, but he forces out a pleasant smile as he greets them before directing his attention solely to Cyrus. They begin to discuss their school days and Cyrus’s first couple days of Hanukkah. T.J. once again finds himself staring at the boy as he talks excitedly about the gifts he’s been given so far. Andi’s focus, however, begins to drift off to the other Kippen sibling who is helping another booth on the opposite side of the diner. The blonde haired girl turns around to look at her, and Andi waves and ducks her head nervously. Cyrus kicks her under the table earning a concerned look from T.J.

“Stop being so obvious,” Cyrus whispers. “You’re staring too much.”

“Wait,” T.J. says, “Do you like Amber?”

Blushing too much to be able to deny it, Andi squeezes her eyes shut and nods affirmatively. When she looks again, T.J. is wearing an expression of shock and joy that makes Andi question what he’s thinking.

“Andi,” He begins, nearly unable to keep his voice down, “You have to tell her! Like, now. Please!” Andi shakes her head puts it on the table. “I promise you,” T.J. urges, “You’ll be fine. I promise.”

She is about to make a sarcastic comment, but she notices complete sincerity in T.J.’s eyes. “Maybe later,” she responds, eager to shut down the conversation.

T.J. accepts this and turns back to Cyrus. “What do you have planned for the rest of Hanukkah?” T.J. asks the boy.

“Oh, tomorrow is the day I spend with all four of my parents, and they kind of told me I should invite you,” Cyrus explains nervously. “They will probably ruthlessly question you about everything, but they’re super set on you coming.”

“I’d love to come,” T.J. responds before he can let the nervousness of a dinner with all of his crush’s therapist parents sink in.

Cyrus and T.J. smile at each other, and T.J. feels his cheeks heat up. He, unknowingly, got closer to Cyrus during their conversation, and he is currently pressed up against him and staring directly into his deep brown eyes from only a couple centimeters away. Neither of them notice Andi’s eye roll at their obviousness and Amber approaching the table.

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The next day, Cyrus waits outside the boy’s locker room. He knows that T.J. says his teammates are totally cool with him being gay, but he doesn’t know how they’ll react to him being there. He stayed after school for a Film Club interest meeting and he told T.J. that he would wait for him after practice, so here he stands in the musky middle school hallway that smells faintly of mold waiting for his popular jock best friend (and crush). His mind wanders off to think about the beautiful green glow of the boy’s eyes (as he often finds himself doing nowadays), but he is pulled out of his dreams by an unfamiliar voice.

“Hey man,” Chris says, startling Cyrus like crazy. He is not used to basketball players talking to him (except T.J. of course). “You’re Cyrus, right?”

“Uh yeah,” Cyrus responds suspiciously, “How do you know my name?”

“You come to every game. You’re our biggest fan,” Chris answers coolly. “Plus, T.J. talks about you all the time.”

“All good things I hope,” Cyrus laughs nervously while feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Of Course,” Chris assures him, “I’m pretty sure he’s your biggest fan.”

“Cyrus knows he’s not able to hide the blush that makes it’s way onto his cheeks at that statement. He smiles and looks down to avoid Chris’s eyes and prays that he won’t take notice of his red cheeks.

Chris breaks the silence by asking, “So, are you waiting for Kippen?”

“Yeah,” he answers, “We’re headed to my house for Hanukkah. Why he wants to be ruthlessly interrogated by my parents over steaming latkes is beyond me.”

“I think I know,” He says grinning mischievously.

Cyrus is about to ask what he means, but he’s interrupted by a certain dirty-blonde haired basketball captain emerging from the boy’s locker room. His hair is freshly washed and adorably disheveled, and somehow he’s even more unfairly gorgeous than he’s ever been. It takes everything in Cyrus’s power not to drool at the mere sight of him.

He is broken out of his trance when he notices the nervous look on T.J.’s face as he approaches them.

“Chris, are you torturing Cyrus?” He asks placing a protective hand on Cyrus’s shoulder.

“Relax man,” Chris says, “Goodman and I were just having a chat.”

Cyrus nods and attempts to maintain his composure with T.J.’s arm around him, but he’s sure he looks like a tomato. T.J. looks at him to confirm Chris’s statement, and Cyrus forces out a chill bro-like smile before retreating back to his panicked state.

“Well, I know you guys have holiday plans so I will leave you to it,” Chris says. “It was nice to meet you, Cyrus.” He gives Cyrus the classic bro-hug before shoving T.J.’s shoulder, ruffling his already messy hair, and walking away.

“Are you ready to light the menorah and be ruthlessly questioned by all four of my parents at the same time?” Cyrus asks turning to T.J. with a sarcastic smile.

“I can’t wait,” T.J. answers. He wants to add ‘anything to hang out with you’, but he worries that would sound way too flirty. T.J. is confident in his sexuality, but he still doubts that the boy of his dreams could ever return his affections.

Cyrus simply nods and lets out a light laugh. As he begins to walk out the door, he gestures with his head for T.J. to follow him.

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