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thinking about dilf kiri😋😋
dilf kiri who’s officially hit his fourties face scruffy, body squishy, full of scars and stretch marks from years of being japan’s shield, and dark roots grown out from growing tired of redying it.
dilf kiri who hasn’t dated since his ex wife, divorcing because being a hero took too much time. Whose two girls adore him but their distance growing as they too age.
dilf kiri who is clearly too old for you but can’t help your attraction to him. having just started working at the cafe/ restaurant your friend owned near the red riots’s agency and lucky you did. you immediately recognized the big man, even with his hair grown out black overtaking his old red, face and arms littered with scars, bulkier with his age, out of his hero suit in something seemingly more comfortable, but same bright smile, red eyes, and same warms aura surrounding him.
dilf kiri who comes in with some of his buddies preaching about how much he loves this place. saying no other cafe compares with the atmosphere, drink, and treats. his friends making comments saying no wonder he’s gotten bulkier if he’s going here so often. you didn’t know he goes here often otherwise you would’ve started here MUCH sooner.
dilf kiri who comes up to order asking for a simple latte and croissant breakfast sandwich, your eyes taking in as much of him as you can before it’s his friends turns to order. one blonde with a black streak ordering a small box of treats and tea. The other blonde ordering a latte as well asking for extra expresso and a breakfast sandwich of his own. before heading back to his table takes a long gaze at you before smiling his signature smile “hey your new here aren’t you? i don’t think i’ve seen you working before!” you almost collapse from excitement from his very simple comment.
“Yea i just started today! hopefully you’ll be seeing more of me here!” you try to reply matching his cheer you see his smile grow a tad more if that’s even possible.
“yea i hope so!” he replies warmly before turning tail catching up with his friends at their table. Getting started on their drinks you drink in his body as he’s walk back to their table.
dilf kiri who blushes a little when his friends tell him how the cashier was checking him out, and most definitely flirting with him. of course he’s denying such a think with a “she was just being friendly and doing her job it wasn’t that.” swatting away his friends words with a grin but almost letting his mind wander.
dilf kiri who looks back over the counter checking you out with his friends thoughts in his head. you weren’t really checking him out right?? you wouldn’t flirt with him he’s probably close to double your age. right? who blushes even more so when you turn around locking eyes you smiling at him brightly from across the cafe.
dilf kiri who tried to compose himself when he sees you come over with their food and drinks, warning them while eyeing him personally to be careful of the hot drinks.
“so will that be all for you guys?” you try to gaze around the table but your eyes almost like magnets go back to the large man in front of you.
“yea that’ll be all thank you sweetheart” he replies for the table seeing his friends almost shoving him to take the shot with their eyes.
“alright i’ll be right back with your check will you pay all together?” cheeks clearly growing red form the nickname he threw in. this time trying to ensuring you look at all three men before the two blondes stare knives at their darker haired friend.
“nah i uh i got it covered, we’ll only be needing one check.” he checks with his friends before replying to you eyes locking with yours once more.
not breaking the eye contact “alright then i’ll be right back with your check” you smile brightly again keeping his gaze for as long as possible before breaking it when you walk too far to maintain it longer.
dilf kiri who’s cheeks redden when denki talks not so quietly about how he should ask out the server. trying to shush the friends as he continues about how she’s “Totally into you and you gotta take the shot!” you stifle your laughter when overhearing the conversation.
Dilf kiri who couldn’t bring himself to ask out you when you bring over the check but is left shocked and blushing when he opens it seeing you gave him a slight discount. he chuckles at the small gesture signing the check and writing something else before hurriedly scribbling it out then, handing the check back with his card inside. your face almost bright red feeling almost too forward with your gesture.
Dilf kiri who’s equally a mess hoping his gesture wasn’t too much or taking your signs wrong. Seeing that he hadn’t taken them wrong at all when he received his receipt seeing your number scribbled on it with your name under the digits. you quickly try to push out a “let me know if you boys need anything else!” before practically running back behind the counter.
dilf kiri who tells his friends to go ahead of him when they finish up their drinks and treats. telling them he’ll catch up in a minute as he heads to the counter.
“y/n.” your head spins around hearing your names seeing the tall man waiting at the counter for you.
“yes kirishima!” you quickly respond spinning around quickly to lock eyes with his almost spilling your drink in the process. his big hands reaching out to your arm to help balance you. blush growing in your face from his touch and realizing you outed that you knew him. “i’m so sor-“ you were cut off by his speaking before you could finish
“no it’s okay sweetheart, you okay?” he says referring to the almost spill which you quickly respond yes before he continues “well i’m glad you know my name, i actually just when i came to tell you. i’ll be sure to text you k?” soaring off his new found confidence given so graciously by you just from your reactions. you nod excitedly a soft smile on your lips confirming you heard him. He’s smiling brightly and heading out the door with a quick “see you soon!” but not before staring you down taking you in one last time before heading to catch up with his friends.
Dilf kiri who shoots you a text as soon as he leaves your cafe *hey it’s kirishima, when are you off so i can take you out?* you giggle like a school girl borderline like a maniac when reading the text practically feeling like you could fly.
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lmk what yall think i need lots of feedback so i know how to improve and better!!! HOPE YOU GUSY ENJOY!! IM GONNA DO MORE PRISON TOJI NEXT :3
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Do you think you can do Jenna x fem!reader where reader as just moved into the neighbourhood and Jenna’s family and readers family are really good friends and every time reader goes over Jenna’s family’s house Jenna would always make an excuse to touch reader or be next to her then it ends with some dirty amazing pussy wetting smut please 🙏
(Maybe Jenna’s younger sister aliyah ships Jenna and reader 🤭)
I tried to make it as realistic as possible, and it took me a while… but I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait.
Is Emily here? | j.o
Content Warning: Explicit Scenes, +18
I step out of the car, sighing tiredly after the long journey. The move from our beloved Italy to California, in Indio, has been a rollercoaster of emotions and the challenges of relocation. My only aspiration right now is to collapse onto the bed and close my eyes, erasing the fatigue accumulated during the trip.
"Mum! I'm bored!" exclaims my little sister, closing the car door.
I roll my eyes at her comment.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go play?" my mother says, sighing tiredly, holding a cardboard box labeled FRAGILE.
Emily, my adorable sister, smiles widely, showing the gap where her recently lost tooth used to be.
"Really?" Emily says, giggling softly, looking around with curiosity.
My eyes watch in confusion as my sister walks towards a girl playing in the driveway next to ours. The two girls exchange greetings and start playing.
"Wow... she makes friends quickly," I mutter absentmindedly, smiling to myself.
I grab a box from the trunk, and as I close it, my attention is drawn to the sound of a car parking near our driveway. A girl steps out of the car, adjusting her sunglasses and shaking her head to fix her hair.
The girl exudes an irresistibly beautiful aura. Her long dark hair gracefully falls over her shoulders, and the sunglasses accentuate her magnetic gaze. With confident steps and an intriguing smile, she approaches with an elegance that captures everyone's attention.
My jaw literally drops.
The girl walks, lowering her sunglasses, winking at me.
"Y/N," my mother calls from inside the house, wanting to get my attention. "Coming!" I shout in response, tearing my gaze away from the goddess.
"Can you call your sister?" my mother asks later as we unpack plates and glasses from the cardboard box. "She needs to help us," she mutters faintly, wiping a strand of hair from her forehead.
"She's six years old... what does she have to do?" I say rhetorically, putting the box on the floor. "Dispose of the boxes... I don't know, just call her," she says, rolling her eyes.
I go outside again and walk towards the driveway next to ours, immediately noticing Emily's absence. I furrow my brows and approach the door.
I raise my hand and knock on the wood.
"Jenna, go answer," someone inside shouts, a male voice. "Yes, Dad," the girl replies. I smile timidly, hearing footsteps approaching, and at the same time, a strange nervousness pervades me.
The door opens, and the girl I saw earlier looks at me with a charming smile on her lips. My eyes travel from top to bottom of her figure, noting her toned legs accentuated by shorts and the top revealing her midriff.
"Hi, how can I help you?" she asks timidly, leaning against the door. Although her question sounds innocent, her eyes look at me with fire.
"Is Emily here?" I ask timidly. "I saw her playing with a girl here," I say, smiling nervously, scared at the thought that my sister might not be here.
"Oh, yeah, she was playing with my little sister," she says, smiling broadly.
A dazzling smile highlighted by dimples.
"Aliyah," Jenna turns inside her house, shouting her sister's name. Small steps approach, and I smile seeing my sister in the company of Aliyah. The girls were playing with dolls.
"Emily," I say timidly. "We need to go," I say, glancing at Jenna. "No, y/n/n," the little brunette says with an adorable pout. "Can't she stay for 10 more minutes?" Aliyah innocently asks. "No, honey... maybe another time," I say, feeling guilty for ruining their afternoon play.
"You can come here tonight!" Aliyah suggests with a dazzling smile, and I blink in surprise.
At that moment, a woman approaches us.
"Actually, it wouldn't be a bad idea," the lady says. "You can ask your parents to come to dinner at our place, call it a welcome dinner," she suggests with a bright smile.
"Oh... I'll tell my mother, thank you, Mrs...," I start hesitating, not knowing what to call her. "Natalie," the lady says with a small smile.
"Well, thank you, Natalie," I smile cordially to everyone and reach out to take my sister's hand, intertwining our fingers. "Goodbye," my sister says innocently, waving to Jenna.
Jenna reciprocates with a smile on her lips.
(...)
"Everything is delicious," I exclaim with a small smile.
It's 9:00 PM, and we're at our neighbors' house: the Ortega family. Initially, my mother didn't take the invitation well, but after various pleas from Emily, we showed up at their doorstep.
"All right, dear..." Natalie says, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Why don't you and Jen go upstairs to get to know each other better?" she suggests with a smile.
I smile timidly, feeling a strange nervousness in my body, and direct my attention to Jenna, who smiles while wiping her mouth with a napkin. Throughout the evening, little Ortega looked at me with curiosity and desire, brushing her foot against mine several times.
Jenna gets up from the chair and gives me a mischievous smile before going up the stairs. "Thank you for the delicious dinner," I say, smiling with embarrassment before following the brunette upstairs.
With my heart pounding, I enter the room through the partially open door. My eyes curiously scan the surrounding environment, smiling at the sight of photos and some stuffed animals on the furniture.
The door behind me closes.
I turn towards Jenna and see her walking towards me with curious sparkling eyes. Her hands rest around my neck, and she looks at me with her lower lip trapped between her teeth. "I think it's obvious that I'm interested," she says absentmindedly, stroking my neck with the tips of her fingers.
I swallow nervously.
"Mmmh," I mumble in response, and Jenna genuinely smiles. "I'll take that as a yes," the brunette leans in more but does it slowly in case I don't want her to kiss me. Not seeing any sign of refusal in my eyes, she joins our lips in a slow and passionate kiss.
My mind clouds, my protest dying in my throat, and I reciprocate this kiss.
Jenna timidly bites my lower lip, making me shiver with the intensity of the kiss. "Wait," I assert after separating our lips with a loud smack. "Doesn't it seem strange to you? We just met today," I say curiously, breathing irregularly, trying to regulate my breathing.
Jenna looks at me through her long black lashes, dilated pupils.
"Don't think about it," Jenna whispers faintly, running her hand along my jaw. "Just enjoy the moment," she murmurs in a low voice, leaning towards my neck.
I sigh loudly, feeling her open-mouthed kisses on my neck, making me shiver with pleasure. "Let go" she murmurs against my skin, timidly biting the pulse on my neck, making me moan.
I knew the situation was very strange... but while part of me wanted to run away because I didn't even know Jenna's age... the other part of me desperately wanted to take her clothes off.
My fingertips trail along the sinuous curve of Jenna's body, stopping with a gentle caress in the valley of her ass. Her lips, now pulled into a victorious smile, press against my neck with a sweetness full of desire.
Jenna pulls back, our noses millimeters apart. I could hear her ragged breathing hit my lips. My eyes gazed determinedly at her mouth, feeling excited at how perfect and soft her lips seemed to me, delicious to the touch. I leaned in further and removed this annoying distance, kissing her forcefully, almost making our teeth clash.
Jenna's hands end up under my shirt, her fingertips trying to reach inside my sweatpants.
I smile weakly into the kiss and tilt my head more, flicking my tongue over her bottom lip. Jenna shyly parted her lips and put my tongue inside her mouth, sighing immediately upon feeling hers. The brunette squeezes my hips tightly, melting into the passionate kiss.
The sensation almost makes my legs wobble, and my grip on her ass loosens momentarily. One hand slides to her hip, while the other gently rests on her cheek, breaking the passionate kiss.
we look at each other with agitated breathing, pupils showing our excitement.
"Undress" the brunette murmurs with agitated breathing.
My eyes watched mischievously as Jenna pulled her shirt over her head, ruffling her hair during the sensual gesture. I lick my lips noticing how Jenna's pants fall to the floor, kicked off and left there because they were in the way.
I took off my gray sweatshirt and took off my sweatpants, remaining in my underwear.
Jenna analyzes me from head to toe, biting her lower lip maliciously. The brunette advances and joins our lips again in a fiery kiss, making me sigh again.
Jenna guides me to her bed and I sigh as I feel the softness of the mattress under my back.
Jenna's lips move away from my mouth, focusing on my neck. The way she kissed my neck literally made me feel like I was in heaven, I couldn't believe she could make me wet for so little. "You're beautiful" she murmurs as she leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts.
Jenna bites her lower lip and takes off her bra, leaving me completely idiotic in front of the perfection of her breasts.
A blazing fire presents itself to my chest, moving down and giving itself to the bundle of nerves between my legs. I released a grunt and quickly changed positions, placing my arms on either side of her head.
“Someone is finally letting go,” she murmurs with amusement and I rolled my eyes at her comment. I leaned over and simply wrapped my lips around her nipple, immediately sighing at how soft it was.
Jenna sighs loudly.
I knew we didn't have much time and at any moment someone would come up to call me... but despite this I was excited by the idea of risking being caught in the act.
My hand deftly travels down her body, placing my fingers inside her panties, sighing at how wet she was. “You're soaked,” I say smugly and Jenna smiles genuinely, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
"I can...?" I start shyly, brushing her clit with my thumb, playing with my fingers around her entrance.
“Misery, fuck me,” Jenna murmurs in exasperation, looking at me with heavy breathing.
I smiled and put two fingers inside her, making her moan in surprise. My wetness grows as I feel how tight and welcoming her walls are around my fingers. I start to move in and out of her, trying to get used to the pleasant sensation.
Jenna hooks her arms around my neck, opening her legs wider.
“Faster,” she murmurs breathlessly, biting her lower lip trying to hold back her moans. "As you wish" I say amused. My lips rest against her neck and my hand begins to penetrate her faster and deeper, literally fucking her like a whore.
“My god,” she murmurs weakly, placing her lips around my neck and clamping her teeth against my skin to muffle the moans.
I stroke her clit with my thumb, increasing the grip of her teeth against my skin. “Fuck yes!” she groans under her breath as she rests her head against the pillow, arching her back.
My mouth opens in surprise feeling Jenna's hand inside my panties, looking for space to enter and feel my arousal. “Yes you are so wet” Jenna says as she enters me, making me sigh. I lean into her neck and moan against her skin.
"Let's come together" she moans quickly feeling that I was moving my fingers again, resuming the initial rhythm. I nod against her neck, squeezing my nose, feeling a few strands of Jenna's hair tickling me and continuing to penetrate her.
"Jen" I moan almost crying with pleasure, feeling myself reaching my climax. Jenna increases her speed and whimpers into her neck, moving her arm rapidly.
Jenna's walls tighten around my fingers.
“Shit I’m…” I blather before feeling my abdomen clench and i come. My fingers welcomed Jenna's orgasm and I tried to prolong the wave of pleasure as much as possible.
Jenna relaxed against my neck and I raised my head to look at her. Her eyes sparkled and a beautiful smile was plastered on her lips, various freckles scattered across her face and her hair disheveled on the pillow.
Footsteps are heard on the stairs.
Jenna and I look at each other with concern and immediately get out of bed, looking for the clothes scattered on the floor. When I finished putting on my shoes the bedroom door opened and I smiled nervously seeing my sister looking at us curiously. Jenna stood across the room looking at herself in the mirror.
“Y/n” Emily smiled sweetly at me “we need to go home...” she states pouting slightly.
I get out of bed and walk towards my sister, crouching down to her height "did you have fun?" I ask with a small smile on my lips. Emily nods several times "you?" she asked innocently and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenna smile mockingly.
“Yes,” I answer honestly and Emily giggles. Jenna turns and sits on her bed, looking at me curiously.
"So you'll go back to playing Aliyah" I say and Emily smiles genuinely, eyes sparkling with happiness "really?" she says squeezing my arm. “Yes.. obviously if Jen agrees” I say with a sheepish smile and the brunette rolls her eyes at the question.
“Obviously Emily” Jenna gets up and walks towards my sister, crouching down next to me. “You will always be welcome here,” she murmurs with a bright smile. "You will play with my sister in the garden or in the living room" says the brunette sweetly.
One of her hands rests in my sister's hair "and I will play with your sister in my room" the brunette says innocently, making me blush at the clear sexual message.
Emily smiled and I shiver feeling Jenna's gaze on me, analyzing me like a predator.
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Demon Slayer Women ~How they Fall in Love~
Characters: Mitsuri Kanroji | Shinobu Kocho | Daki/Ume | Lady Tamayo.
Warnings: None, SFW.
Mitsuri Kanroji - Love At First Sight
It all began the fateful day Mitsuri's lively presence collided with yours. Quite literally collided, because the girl was dashing through the Ubuyashiki Estate, late to the Hashiras meeting, only to smack into a crash that was entirely her fault. To her credit, she had the split-second reaction time to grasp your biceps with her hands, pull you closer before you fell sideways and hit the wall. You still ended up in a tangle of limbs on the ground, though.
Flustered at her own carelessness, she immediately looked up to apologize, “Oh, gosh, I’m so s–” but her breath caught in her throat halfway through the sentence.
Her green eyes flew open wide, the blush on her cheeks only deepening. Your beauty radiated like the first light of dawn. She completely missed the first thing you said –that it was all good, or something– because, that sweet smile you gave her? It could melt the iciest of hearts. It certainly did a number on hers.
Without thinking, she reached up to brush the lock of hair that had fallen over your right eye. “I’m… really sorry.” came out in a breathy whisper. “Let me make it up to you?”
Ice-cream after the Hashiras’ meeting, her treat, Mitsuri insisted.
Little did you know, half the things said in that room flew right over her head, with how occupied it was with thoughts of you.
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Shinobu Kocho - Admiration To Love
It was often that the demon slayers praised and idolized their most elite warriors, the Hashiras. Not as often that one of the Hashiras came to greatly admire someone from the lower ranks.
Kinoto or not, you made a lasting impression on Shinobu. Your drive to protect humans that seemed to render you immune to the pain of your injuries, that laser-focused look in your eye as you stared a Lower Moon down and trusted her to deliver the killing blow in time, before the monster decapitated you first. When the battle was over and adrenaline started to die down, your wounds caught up with you. You collapsed forward, but she was there to catch you, gently lowering you to the ground.
“You could have retreated as soon as I arrived.” she stated, staring deep into your eyes, perplexed.
“Hey, I’m fine. S’all good.” you drawled, dizzy from the blood loss. “Please, don’t be angry. We won. Won’t you give me a smile?”
“I am.” she answered.
“A real one?”
Right then and there, you stunned her. Shocked her. You, who met her that night for the very first time, saw through her carefully constructed mask that fooled even her closest associates. But for that one moment, gazing upon your relaxed face, she almost forgot her constant, burning anger.
And she smiled down at you for real.
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Daki/Ume - Rivals to Lovers
In the shadowed realm of demons under Lord Muzan, Daki reigned with a cruel elegance for decades. Not as the most powerful, but surely the most beautiful. Until. Until you came along.
You and your accursed, gorgeous face and your deep, magnetizing eyes. How dare you show up just like that -out of nowhere!- and flash her that thousand-gigawatt smile. How dare you wink at her and so casually, so confidently say:
“Hello~ It’ll be a pleasure working with you, prettygirl.”
Instantly, she knew that she hated you. She was quick to show it, too. Daki's first interactions with you were filled with disdain and antagonism. And yet neither of you could deny the spark that those homing, sharp-witted comments ignited within you.
In equal parts, you infuriated and exhilarated her. She masked her true feelings beneath layers of scorn, unwilling to admit the vulnerability that lay beneath her pride. Until the evening you walked up to her, pushed a jewelry box into her hands and told her to take it and like it. Within lay a priceless necklace you knew had caught her eye years ago.
“Happy Demon Birthday, sexy.”
She tried. She really did try to bite the fuck out of her growing smile down. In the end, though, it still managed to overpower her. And that kind of marked the point of no return.
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Lady Tamayo - Slow Burn Love
In a world where demons and humans clashed ceaselessly, Tamayo stood as an anomaly. A cursed existence with a gentle soul, a demon devoted to helping humans in pursuit of atonement. It was by chance she came across you, the injured slayer in dire need of medical help.
Tamayo took you in, cared for your wounds and remained by your side for nights on end. Even unconscious, you seemed agitated at her presence at first, as if you could sense what she was. Gradually, however, you stopped flinching at the touch of her hand on your forehead. Eventually, you leaned into it.
She couldn't explain why the serene smile you gave in your sleep tugged at her heartstrings so powerfully. Then a twisting worry began to take root inside her, that the moment you woke up your liking to her would disappear, replaced by malice.
When you opened your eyes, she drew a meter back from you.
“You. You're the one who saved my life…?” you spoke in a voice hoarse from unuse. “I should thank you for that.”
“No need. It's clear you recognize what I am.” was her reply. Your eyes met. Ancient lavender orbs held your gaze kindly, awaiting your judgment with the patience of a saint.
A demon, you thought to accuse. The words were perched right on the tip of your tongue. Yet the more you stared at her, the harder they got to voice. Thus…
“A doctor?” you offered, instead.
The soft, slow smile she gave in response could light up the whole town.
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A/N: Tysm for reading and if you’re interested in ASMR-type stories written and voiced by me featuring Demon Slayer women and other anime hotties: My YouTube <3
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Please I beg of you, look at this doll I spent two weeks on for my nieces birthday. She's got a hand dyed dress, custom accessories, a magnetic stand, and the custom box collapses flat for storage.
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👻GHOSTLY ENCOUNTER (+18): GHOST! ANAKIN SKYWALKER X YOU (day 17 of 31)
synopsis: .You move into a house only to discover that the ghost of the former owner may be too charming for a spirit.
warning: sexual content, dirty talk, masturbation
a/n: Hello there, so, I had planned to do all the pg oneshots but then I got carried away with this one, hope you like it💖
ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ
ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ
ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ
ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇʀᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ
Moving away from your parents’ house had been a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, it felt like stepping into the independence you’d longed for, but on the other, there was the weight of responsibility—balancing work, studies, bills, and the maintenance of your new space. When you found a quaint little house near the college within your budget, you jumped at the chance. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours, and that was enough.
Your parents helped with the move, spending every last second before nightfall fussing over every detail—whether the fridge was stocked, whether you had enough lightbulbs. By the time they finally left, you found yourself alone in the house for the first time, surrounded by boxes. The silence was both exhilarating and unsettling. You ordered pizza, collapsed onto the couch, and tried to let yourself enjoy the quiet.
But that quiet didn’t last long.
It started with little things: doors creaking in the dead of night, an occasional window rattling without wind, a few misplaced items—your silk nightgown draped across the living room sofa, your lace panties casually hung from the ceiling fan. You laughed it off at first, chalking it up to exhaustion or maybe a vivid dream. But each day, the incidents became harder to ignore. You felt watched, though you couldn’t explain it. The house seemed to have eyes.
Then, one night in the shower, that feeling intensified. The warm water streamed over your body as you hummed, your thoughts drifting, until a prickle of awareness ran down your spine. You weren’t alone. Slowly, cautiously, you turned your head—and there he was. A man, or something like it. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes and tousled blond hair, wearing what looked like military clothing. His lips curled into a mischievous smile, and though fear gripped you, your pulse quickened for an entirely different reason.
You screamed, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping it around yourself, while hurling a shampoo bottle at him. It passed straight through his form, shattering the mirror behind him. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he raised his hands in mock surrender, still smirking.
"First time seeing a ghost?" His voice was low and smooth, with a hint of amusement, the Canadian accent making him sound both charming and dangerous. "I’m Anakin, doll."
Heart racing, you bolted from the bathroom, your wet feet slipping against the floor as you fled to the guest room. You slammed the door behind you, pressing your back against it. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some college party trick or a hallucination from too many late-night study sessions. You slapped your face, trying to wake yourself from the nightmare.
“Running away already?” His voice, teasing and intimate, came from the bed. He sat there, casual and confident, his ghostly form stretched out as if he owned the place. “You didn’t even give me a chance to introduce myself properly.”
You stared at him, your breath hitching in your throat. He was more than just a ghost—he was magnetic. His gaze lingered on you, taking in every detail of your expression, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks despite the cool air. How could a ghost feel this… alive?
“What do you want?” you managed to ask, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and something else you couldn’t quite place.
Anakin’s smirk deepened as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Do you want me to leave?”
The way he asked it was playful, but there was a glint in his eye that made your stomach flutter. You hesitated, and he caught it.
“Nah, I’m not going anywhere,” he continued, his voice dropping to a velvety whisper. “I’ve been bored to death, and you… well, you’re a lot more interesting than the last tenants. Maybe you could keep me company?”
You swallowed, pressing yourself further against the door. His words hung in the air, layered with an unspoken invitation. There was something about him—about the way his eyes never left yours, the way his voice seemed to curl around your thoughts. He was dangerous, but not in the way you expected. He was seductive.
“And what does keeping you company entail?” you asked, your voice softer now, almost breathless.
Anakin tilted his head, his smile widening as he stood, slowly crossing the room toward you. You knew you should be scared, that this was absurd. But your heart betrayed you, pounding harder with every step he took. His presence, though immaterial, was overwhelming, like he could wrap you in his energy if he wanted.
“Depends,” he whispered as he stopped inches from you, his eyes locking onto yours. “How much fun are you willing to have with a ghost?”
The air between you seemed to thicken, and despite the fact that he wasn’t solid, you swore you could feel the heat radiating from him. It was intoxicating, the way he stood so close, the scent of him faintly lingering in the air, an odd mix of woodsmoke and something distinctly masculine.
His voice, a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through the very air, sent shivers down your spine. "Why don't you show me just how fun you can be?" Anakin suggested, his smoldering gauze never leaving yours.
You felt your cheeks flush, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment washing over you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded and slowly slid your hand under your skirt, feeling the heat of your body radiate through the fabric of your panties.
"Good girl," he purred, his ghostly fingers trailing along your jawline, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. "I want you to imagine me touching you, my hands exploring every inch of your body."
You let out a soft moan, your hips rocking slightly as you began to rub yourself through the thin barrier of your underwear. The sensation was electric, and you could feel the dampness growing as your arousal increased.
"That's it," Anakin encouraged, his voice like honey dripping over your skin. "Imagine me kissing you, my lips tracing the curve of your neck, my tongue dipping into the hollow of your throat."
You tilted your head back, exposing your vulnerable neck to him as you continued to touch yourself. Your breathing grew heavier, and you could feel your heart racing as you lost yourself in the fantasy.
"Now, I want you to picture my hands on your breasts, cupping and kneading them," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Your nipples hardening under my touch, wanting to be sucked."
Your fingers moved faster, the heat building within you as you followed his instructions. You loved the way he was guiding you, the way he seemed to know exactly what you needed.
"I'm going to move lower now," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I want you to imagine my fingers tracing the line of your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties."
You gasped. "That's it, let yourself feel it," Anakin's voice purred in your ear, his ethereal breath ghosting over your neck and sending tingles down your spine. "Imagine my fingers slipping inside you, stroking that sensitive spot that makes your toes curl."
His words painted vivid pictures in your mind, transporting you to a realm of pure pleasure as you obediently followed his lead. Your fingers worked faster, more urgently, slipping beneath the wet fabric to stroke your most intimate places directly.
"You're getting so wet for me already," Anakin groaned, the sound of approval thick in his tone. "I can feel your arousal, taste it in the air. Your body is so responsive, so eager for my touch."
You couldn't hold back the moans spilling from your lips, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in your core as Anakin's dirty talk stoked the flames of your desire. Your free hand gripped the arm of the chair, knuckles white, as you rocked your hips into your touch.
"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice a seductive rumble. "Imagine me lavishing attention on your clit now, circling and flicking that sensitive nub until you're writhing and begging for release."
Your fingers moved in quick, tight circles, matching the rhythm he dictated with his sultry words. Sparks of pleasure shot through you, building to a crescendo as Anakin worked you higher and higher.
"Don't hold back," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. "Let go and come for me. I want to feel your pleasure, see you fall apart."
With a cry of ecstasy, your body seized up, back arching as the waves of your climax crashed over you. Your walls clenched around your fingers as you rode out the intense sensations, Anakin's voice urging you on through every pulse and aftershock.
As you slowly floated down from your tall, chest heaving, you felt Anakin's presence envelop you, a comforting warmth seeping into your bones. His chuckle was his spirit. "That was quite a performance, my dear. You're quite the eager student."
His spectral hand caressed your cheek, the tingling sensation of his touch still lingering even after he'd withdrawn. The memory of his voice and the connection you'd shared in that moment left you feeling incredibly satisfied and more than a little lightheaded.
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Early mornings with Retired Time Lords ❤️💙ft. Shadow the cat stuffy and KITT-E (or KIT-TEC)
"Darling, can I have my leg back?"
"Huh?"
"Sigh... I thought I told you not to stay up too late?"
"... What?"
I passed out and woke up to this being done.
I like how 14 is just 14 with braids and a robot companion and sax is bassically an oc at this point with how many head canons I've slapped onto this man (Though im sure they are definitely NOT hot takes)
For 14: <3
-Was up til 4 am. Hypocrite.
-Wears braids to bed
-Steals Shaun's fluffy robe
-striped spongebob socks
-Holding KITT-E
-Bassically has a mullet at this point
For Sax: ✨️
-Pointy ears
-Roots are showing
-Babygirl
-Sharp ass teeth
-Doesn't know where the fuck he is
-Doesn't wash off his eyeliner
-Not his hoodie (NASA hoodie is 14s)
-Worst Prime Minister
-Holding Shadow the stuffy (made by Rosie)
-Heart briefs
-Bros got arthritis so sometimes he wears a knee brace. He's holding 14 for balance and comfort.
-Teletubbie socks
-#Girlboss (Pore mask, Facial avocado mask and bonnet)
(You can tell who I favor)
And KITT-E!! (Technically its KIT-TEC but KITT-E sounds better and I dont think doc wants anything to with any "TEC" s after the Suketh nonsense.
KITT-E aka:
Kilohertz
Intercepting
Telepathic
Transmitter
Electronic- Companion!
Used to be a stuffy made by Rosie until he ripped it up and made the TARDIS a smaller physical host in order to control and mess with.
KITT-E doesn't need food, water, litter, shots, doesn't get cold, can infact overheat/freeze though. All she needs is loved (and charged sometimes) The TARDIS is connected to her like bluetooth. Her ears have recording speakers that speak directly to the TARDIS and the large ball at the end of her tail is a lightweight circulation battery. (She's also magnetic). Her whiskers are how the TARDIS tells her what to do, and her big camera eyes are how she can see.
KITT-E is NOT water proof (yet, hes working on it) and can meow, purr, hiss, growl, and if she wants too, since she's bassically just a transmitter box, The TARDIS can send telepathic information to the doctor by KITT-E (imagine a hot spot shifting Wifi from one spot to another)
KITT-E technecally is just a host, so if the TARDIS gets too upset or broken, KITT-E will simply collapse. Syliva thinks she's creepy because "It's like a ghost possessing a toy"
So far KITT-E has pawed at doors, meowed for attention, followed 14 around, meowed to be let outside, has been scolded for hissing at the Master several times (she still remembers what he did to her), and sometimes you can see her staring at the bugs in the garden.
The more information the TARDIS gets, the more the cat can do. She also likes to curl up with Sylvia, checks on Rose, follows Shaun around curiously, paws at Donna for attention, and "naps" with Wilf. Which is bassically when she purrs, so he's happy with the vibration and sound setting and goes into battery saver mode. Wilf thinks that KITT-E is absolutely the most impressive thing ever and constantly praises the Doctor for making such gagets. Wilf doesn't call her KITT-E though and will call her TARDIS.
"Here kitty.. TARDIS do you want some of my fish?"
"She can't eat dad."
"Oh. Right. Poor TARDIS. No fish for her huh? Why not?"
"Because.. She dosnt have a stomach? Or a digestive system? She doesn't even have a throat to swallow. Theres just wires and gears dad."
"Oh thats so clever. You're so clever boy."
"Really? Heh.. well...it wasnt that hard."
"Oh I mean it. Shes brilliant. TARDIS do you want to come nap with me?"
"Meow?"
Wilf just bends down to look her in the eyes like,
"A nap. With me? Would you like that?"
"Heheh, you don't have to talk slowly, dad she can understand you (oh my hearts)"
#doctor who#the master#thoschei#saxteen#fourteenth doctor#retired time lords#14th doctor#s10 saxon#my art#sharpie#sketch#charater design#concept art#sleepy time lords#theta with braids supremacy#koschei#theta sigma#small artist#im the board of headcanons#original charater art#The TARDIS is a cat#teletubbies#old man yaoi#worst prime minister#pencil#I fucked up his face sorry#rose noble#shaun temple#wilfred mott#donna noble
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The Fridge Magnet Theory: Eddie Begins Edition
We don’t get our typical fridge content in this episode, but we do see the Diaz fridge in El Paso multiple times. And a lot is happening there!
This episode sort of stands on its own, so it gets its own post! 👏
Click here for the OG Fridge Magnet Theory Post that focuses on the Diaz fridge in LA!
To begin, @catdadeddie pointed out to me in DM that in the earliest flashback where he’s back on break, the fridge is blank. There’s nothing on the fridge at all.
Yet, when we get a later flashback scene, that’s changed.
There’s now boxed food on top of the fridge (the El Paso Taco Kit, Nesquik, applesauce most likely, and a box of Reynolds aluminum foil) vs. her making a meal in the earlier flashback. In the words of @stagefoureddiediaz ‘pre packaged food [is] a recurring theme that the show has been using - with Buck and Taylor and even to a certain extent we see the same concept with Chim and Tatiana (and with Maddie but there is a whole other load of stuff going on there about Chim making things easy on her in light of Doug etc) and even Chim as fire captain - having to order pizza because the role doesn’t quite fit him (at that point in time.)’
She continues with “the choice to have real food v boxed food in those two scenes is telling - [Shannon’s] still putting effort into their relationship in the first one but the boxed food in the second [one] shows she stopped - it’s like foreshadowing that’s she’s no longer in the relationship and that she’s gonna leave...”
@catdadeddie then goes to point out that the fridge now being decorated hints at the fact that it’s Eddie who does the decorating with Christopher as it only seems to happen once he’s been around for a bit and then later in LA in the home they share without Shannon.
And when we zoom in on the fridge itself, things start getting very interesting.
On both sides of the fridge are pictures presumably drawn by Christopher. On the left side is a picture with two fish - a larger fish and a smaller fish. @stagefoureddiediaz also notes that ‘the water is green - like the light makes the water in the real world’ referring to the light Eddie is shining when he’s escaping from being trapped in the well.
It’s fittingly being held up by a crane and a racecar. The crane of course being a callback to the crane collapsing, and the racecar being a sign of the race against time. The racecar could also be looked at as a sort of getaway car as Shannon flees and abandons Eddie and Chris in this episode. And then Eddie flees with Chris to start over in LA away from his parents.
The big fish and the little fish swimming in the water (ocean?) could be a callback to Buck and Chris together in the tsunami. @stagefoureddiediaz also notes that there’s somewhat of a continuing Finding Nemo reference here. The fact that Eddie in this episode also needs to ‘just keep swimming’.
The cement truck easily connects to Eddie being buried underground due to the well collapse and is likely foreshadowing the mudslide coming at the beginning of Season 4, but it, the cherry picker to the right, and the crane calling back to the accident can all be looked at through a lens of construction which is a theme that continues to pop up over and over again in reference to relationships (think ‘there was construction on Sunset’ and ‘you don’t find it; you make it’). And there are quite a few possible relationships being laid out on this fridge. We’re gonna go through them together!
(The entire right side of the fridge seems devoted to relationships actually, with the self-portrait of Christopher with the ‘C’ on his chest taking center stage.
As a note from @stagefoureddiediaz, ‘chris drawing himself with a c on his chest - like superman - which is Eddie’s nickname for him 🥺🥺🥺’)
There are a few theories to address here. You may prefer one over the other, or like us, you may choose to see all of them as playing a bit of a role here with the things on this fridge continuing to give us double-meanings. But for the sake of this post and clarity, it’s best to break them down separately.
Theory One: The A and B magnets are indicative of Chris’ relationships with his grandparents vs. his parents.
In the words of @like-the-rest-of-la, ‘Chris is alone in it. Furthermore, the drawing in itself is removed to the side from Eddie and Shannon here. I feel like this might play into the fact that they aren't a real unit here. That might also be further acknowledged in the mismatching of the B and A in particular. Normally, you have ABC going together, but each of them is basically on their own here.
In terms of fonts in logo-design, Serif-Fonts are often used for more classic-brands or to convey seriousness, or they are part of a grown logo (typeface), like Burberry e.g.... so, the Chris drawing being held up by the serif-A (which clearly is not part of a set a child would play with or learn letters with) and the broad B... idk, the serif font could also be representative of Eddie's parents on one side, as like, the "seasoned" parents who supposedly have all the experience, and then the bold and broad B, which is a sans-serif font and usually more used for something, Children would play with, could stand for the less experienced parents, Eddie and Shannon. It's interesting, that Chris, in this pic, is still navigating towards his "inexperienced" parents than his "experienced" grandparents
(also side-note, it's a bit of bad practice in terms of readability and accessibility, to use lots of italics in text), so while it might seem good and “noble”, the serif-font-'A' that is in italics/slanted is also more complicated and not that easy to read… which speaks volumes about the relationships at play here)‘
Theory Two: The A and B magnets are indicative of Chris’ relationships or possible relationships with Buck and Ana.
In the words of @theyarnmaidstale, ‘Maybe the B and the A being some kind of symbolism for Buck and Ana being candidates for the role of another parent/caregiver for Christopher with how they're holding up the doodle of him....’ and the words of @stagefoureddiediaz ‘which is interesting if you also consider they are the ones holding up the picture and that the b is closer to [the] drawing [...] than the a is...’
The A for Ana being in a different font style than the other three letters and so far away from Chris could mean that despite her potential as a caregiver, she doesn’t quite fit. This is more interesting to think about when you remember the costuming parallel between Shannon and Ana in this episode as well.
Theory Three: This concludes the same as Theory Two and addresses the X and F as a crossroads for Eddie.
@evcndiaz summed it up perfectly: ‘don't think the X is an X in this context. I think it's a crossroads.
It's like... think of a railroad crossing sign when you're driving. It's not a cross, it's an X. So if we extrapolate that idea to what we see here, we see Eddie at a crossroads with Buck (and all the nuance that entails with his own queerness, happiness, and freedom sitting at the forefront) and Ana on the other (with all the nuance that entails, with him doing what's expected of him, being what people expect him to be, etc). But consider also where the X is positioned. These are Eddie's memories in Eddie Begins, which means they haven't happened yet. Therefore, the X being positioned above the B and the A indicates a decision yet to be made in the future, and between obviously indicates the decision between Buck/Ana. Considering Eddie gets shot only a handful of days after his conversation with Carla about following his heart in 4x13, that could be considered the moment in which he makes that definitive choice even if he doesn't actually break up with her until 5x3 (which means the shooting really was Eddie's oh moment, but I won't go insane about that right now).
For the "F," I think it's really possible it just means "family." In the context of everything else I just said, put it all together and that would mean Eddie will be at a crossroads with what it means to have/be family, with Buck on one side and Ana on the other (which also makes sense within the context of his panic attack, trying to make himself have feelings for her, the idea of a readymade family with Ana when he was already building one with Buck...)’
Theory Four: This also concludes the same as Theory Two, but the X and F are math related. Math, of course, being a recurring connection to relationships.
The X being the common variable and the F being function.
@stagefoureddiediaz @like-the-rest-of-la and @theyarnmaidstale all separately in different chats made the connection to math.
@theyarnmaidstale pointed out ‘In Algebra (ooooo Math! Ana!) X also sorta symbolizes the known and unknown in terms of variables being solved for. The shift between what he knows: his life in Texas, his and Shannon's marriage falling apart, and the uncertainty of what's to come: his life changing in California/the move and starting over’ and posted this screenshot as a definition for function.
She continued with ‘The relationship between him and Ana! Him and Buck! Him and Shannon! Him and his career! Him and Chris! CHRIS' RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEM!‘
In another room, @stagefoureddiediaz was saying ‘What if we went with a math theme - both x and f are used in mathematical equations
X being the variable and f being the function. Not to mention the fact that a in math can mean average’
And in yet another room, @like-the-rest-of-la was saying ‘I don't know why, but somehow the F, X ... and also the way the ladder truck thingy looks at first glance, it almost feels like part of a mismatched Maths-equation? which... would be very nerdy of the stage design team but... idk, f(x) was my first thought’
Three people simultaneously and separately reaching the same conclusion says a lot about the intention of the writers. A recurring theme was noticed and picked up on.
Theory Five: The framing of Shannon blocking the magnets is intentional and important and stays in line with the ‘B’ and ‘A’ being representative of Buck and Ana.
Towards the end of their argument, Shannon goes to do something at the bar and moves back and forth in a way that covers the ‘A’ and then the ‘B’ multiple times with only one visible each time as though broadcasting that there’s a decision to be made between the two.
Then @like-the-rest-of-la and @theladyyavilee point out that she stops moving and places her hands on the bar and leans over it blocking the picture of Chris, the ‘A’ magnet, and the ‘B’ magnet.
She then moves just slightly and reveals only the ‘B’.
Theory Six: If you’re like me, literally all or some of the above tie together for you, and there are dual meanings for the things we’re seeing here. I refuse to pick a theory. They’re all valid and correct.
Before we end, @stagefoureddiediaz wants to note that ‘Also - something something about the B being buck and it showing his presence in Eddie’s memories - as he’s working things out - that buck is ever present even when he isn’t yet part of their lives - Eddie’s subconscious directing him towards his future - pointing towards the will change and the fact that the other more recent flashbacks were buddifer coded.’
And @yramesoruniverse wants to remind that it’s all about the water. ‘The big fish and little fish I can't...could have a double meaning, of course the tsunami and buck and chris, but also eddie and chris and the general theme of water. Emerging from the water..’
They emerged from the water in the tsunami, Eddie emerged from the water in Eddie Begins, and there’s the theme of water from 06x13 (here’s a collection of links for that episode).
Hope you have fun with all of this. See ya next time! 😘
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Clint Barton and his trick arrows
Most of these were designed/made by Clint Barton, but other collaborators and inventors of trick arrows that Clint includes in his quiver and arsenal are Hank Pym, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and modified designs of Buck Crisholm's original trick arrows. Special guest arrows by Wanda Maximoff and Stephen Strange.
under the read more is the exhaustive list.
All types of arrows/heads that Clint has used
Sonic / Hypersonic
Explosive Tip / Demolition Blast / Power Blast / Blast
Smoke Bomb
Flare
Tear Gas
Acid
Suction Tip
Cable / Steel Cable
Putty
Bola
Electro
Net
Rocket
Bomerang
Pym Particles
USB
Fire
Freeze
Vibranium
Sleeping Gas
EMP
Adamantium
Tranquilizer
Suction Pulley Cable
Rusting Chemical
Tangling Rope
Razor
Sonar Screech
Stun Blast
Weight-nullifying ulta sonic vibration
Steel Lock
Mageenetic Intensifier
Sneeze Smog
Sulfur
Electro-suction
Tear Gas
Granade
Diamond Tipped
Magnetic
Blackout
Smog
Foam
Electromagentic Cable
Vibro-shaft
Phosphorus
Boomerang Tuning fork
Grappling claw
Incendiary
Parachute
Two prong
Inkjet
Blunt
Hellfire-infused
Electronic Disruptor
Parachute Bouquet
Clamp
Crescent Razor
Turbine
Battering Ram
Screamer
Ant Man Ride-along
Bolo, Net, & Glue
Neutralizer
Fireworks
Immunization Gas
Stink
Buzzsaw
Grounding
Adamantium electro
Training Mount
"Can Opener"
Constictor
Slippy Grease
Cupid's Magic Arrow
Null-field with Wasp ride-along
Heat-seeking Electro
Signaling
Laser
Sonic & Freeze
Tracer
Grappling line
Collapsible
Stasis
Sunburst
Polymer
Scrambler
Chaos Magic
Anti-magic charm
Antarctic Vibranium
Electro-net
Boxing Glove
Asgardian
Photonic
Sonic Suction
Liquid Nitrogen
Barbed wire
Suction sensor
Water
Portal
Cushion
Freeze
Tracking/Tracker
#clint has so many combos of arrows like so many#not all of them stick in his normal arsenal some are emergency made one off needs#[ about tag ]#[ skills ]
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tay's garage.
very(!) important note: all vehicles include an emergency first aid kit, bottled water and all cars include blankets. lots of them (space dependent). but like, probably, at least two. maybe three (space dependent).
cadillac ct4 sedan —
standard features: all-wheel drive, 2l turbo engine, automatic transmission. glossy, summit white exterior, beige interluxe leatherette interior. led headlights. 19" all season tyres; alloy wheels with a contrasted dark, polished finish.
paid extras: all weather floor mats, powered sunroof, clear tail lamps, surround sound 14 speaker audio system. fitted with a (boot area) collapsible organiser and premium, dual pocket back seat organisers (magnetic close).
air freshener scent of choice is cherry vanilla, very sweet and obviously artificial. additionally, the back-middle seat is decorated with a plush, fluffy white pillow. tay's sedan is for everyday use, and naturally, is her most used.
land rover x-dynamic hse defender 90 —
standard features: all wheel drive, 3l engine, automatic transmission. glossy fuji white exterior with a black, contrast roof (and extended black exterior detailing); ebony leather interior. matrix led headlights. 20" all season tyres; diamond turned wheels in a contrasted, glossy dark grey.
paid extras: sliding panoramic roof and rear side glass, solar attenuating windscreen (filters sunlight to reduce heat), 14-way heated/cooling front seats, three-zone climate control (different front/backseat aircon/heating system), gloss black exterior gear carrier, front centre console refrigerator compartment, backseat plug socket.
air freshener scent is clean linen, much easier on the nose for the car's intended use — long drives for holiday destinations in america, and road trips. pillows are available for all passengers, and their drink of choice can be found in the land rover's fridge compartment.
mini cooper s convertible —
standard features: front wheel drive, 2l turbocharged engine, manual transmission. metallic white exterior with a black trim, soft-top roof; carbon black leatherette interior. 17" all season tyres; scissor spoke 2-tone wheels.
paid extras: heated steering wheel (keeps her hands from getting cold).
no air freshener, since it's rare she drives her convertible with the roof up. there is no real reason as to why she owns the car, beyond it being used for fun and girly days out (with rebekah). like the others, the middle backseat has the same style pillow as her sedan, and is there purely as decoration since it's unlikely she'd carry more than one or two passengers.
harley davidson softail standard —
standard features: milwaukee-eight 107 v-twin engine, motorcycle transmission. vivid black exterior, with silver detailing; premium black vinyl seating. led forward headlights. 19" dunlop harley-davidson series tyres, silver wheels. anti-lock braking system installed.
paid extras: enhanced grip on handlebars, and rider and passenger foot pegs. upright sissy bar, with a premium black vinyl backrest. single-sided swingarm bag (storage purposes).
+ scorpion exo 520 evo air —
standard features: gloss white. overall visor lock, for security with a retractable sun visor, anti-fog lens. anti-microbial fabric inner liner (to keep warm, or cool down). breath box. inflatable cheek pad system, for comfort. vent system, to boost breathability.
tay's bike is primarily for extracurricular use, and applies to her hybrid verse exclusively. the same style of helmet is available in black for passengers.
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Pierced by a Golden Soul
Chapter 41. (Don't Fear) the Reaper Part 3
Platonic Jojo's x Reader
Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.
Word Count: 1,443
(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)
"Are stand users fucking magnets for each other or something?!" You really hoped you were wrong about this. Another part of you hoped you were right so you didn't look like a psycho when you eventually got to Vita's room. If you knew you'd be scaling the side of Sommar Vita's house today, you would have worn better shoes. After managing to avoid Harvey and Rodger by using Golden Soul, you weren't sure if or when the stand would come back. So, you decided to face the problem at its source. Which inevitably led to you clinging off the side of the user's house, in the rain, with nothing but the fear of God and wrath like Satan to keep you from letting go.
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Sommar sighed before collapsing on his bed. Tonight didn't go anywhere near planned. He didn't want you to meet his father, he didn't want to taint the one good relationship he had with his family issues. The little breakdown he had in the driveway didn't help his confidence that you would stay friends. It was just like him. To break things. To destroy the few bonds he had. That was anxiety talking of course, but the dark thoughts were running rampant throughout his brain.
Vita held the back of his hand on his forehead, hopefully he wouldn't get a cold from sitting in the rain. It would be just his luck though. He'd missed almost half of the school year so far because of illnesses, and generally being too weak to get out of bed. However, he had been fairing much better as of late. Sommar liked going to school. Some parts of it anyway.
He never quite understood social cues, or how to follow them, but he tried his best. He didn't understand why the other kids avoided him until they started calling him names. But he ignored them, or tried his best to do so. Sometimes he would lose his temper. He learned to embrace the so called 'freakishness' he was labeled with.
Sommar glanced at his alarm clock, seeing it was getting late. He slowly sat up, wobbling a little from lightheadedness. Despite his low mood, he decided to get ready for bed. Vita stopped at his bookshelf mid-way to the bathroom. He gently traced his finger across the book's spines before picking up a random one. There was a mix of American and Japanese comic books along with other genres in a multitude of languages, but he picked up a volume of Pink Dark Boy. Sommar liked superheroes, no matter where they came from. It was strange, comics gave him the feeling he could do anything, be anything. Despite his frail body, he wanted to help people, help his Umi, his brother, and put people like his stepfather in their place. That was one reason he liked you so much. You were strong and guarded, but selfless, and understanding. Just like a superhero. Sommar placed the book back where it belonged, deciding to go back to his original goal.
All of the bedrooms in the house had their own connected bathroom, and Sommar's was no different. As the boy brushed his teeth and proceeded with his nightly routine his gaze shifted over to a small wooden box sitting on the counter. Sommar decided to flip open the lid. Inside sat an intricate gold pendant, shaped like a beetle. A gift from his biological father. The only thing his father ever gave him.
Well... that wasn't completely accurate. Sommar was the name his biological father gave him.
He hated it.
The bastard, whoever he was, left Sommar's mother to take care of a sick four-year-old and an eleven-month-old by herself. Despite the time that had passed, Sommar still remembered his short life in Cairo. He remembered his mother's panicked expression when she found out Mannesh had been kidnapped by his own father, and taken all the way to Saudi Arabia. Sommar remembered how tightly his Umi held him during the time Mannesh was missing. He remembered getting the news his baby brother was safe and sound. He remembered how his mother told him to pack his things, and that they were moving away, somewhere his father would never find them again. He remembered the first time he met the man who would become his stepfather. He remembered the first time he heard his parents fight. He remembered all the times his stepfather got drunk after being on the water for weeks. He remembered every time his stepfather would hit his mother.
Sommar picked up the pendant and threw it across the bathroom. He hated his biological father just as much as his stepfather. Sommar never even met the man, but his actions seemed to echo in every aspect of his son's life.
Vita paused when he heard a frantic and violent banging come from his window. The boy paused before approaching the window and pulling aside the curtains.
"Holy-!" Vita jumped back when he was met with a very familiar and very soaked face.
"Let me in!" You yelled through the closed glass. Vita quickly complied, unlocking the window and clumsily helping you inside. "Well... I'm glad that's over with."
"D-did you climb up the wall?!" Vita asked, dumbfounded. Once both of your feet were firmly on the ground you let out a deep breath, still severely winded from the ordeal outside.
"That's beside the point!" Your eyes grew sharp as you grabbed Vita by his shirt collar. "Call off your stand!" You yelled.
"My...what?" Vita gave you a confused look as you glared at him.
"You heard me!"
"I r-really don't know what you're talking about!" Vita responded defensively. A gold aura started surrounding you as Golden Soul was summoned. Judging by the bright orange glow emitting from his person, and the awestruck expression that crossed his face upon seeing your own stand, you had a feeling Vita was the user you were looking for.
Before you could interrogate the boy any further, a blur of orange and bugs knocked you away from him. It was a mix of maggots, worms, and the two beetles.
"Call them off! I don't care what it takes just do it!" You knocked away what you could with Golden Soul, but you weren't going to last long. "I know its you controlling them!"
"I-!" Vita watched what was happening in an extreme state of shock, panic, and confusion.
"Sommar!" Everything going on in the room stopped at the sound of Vita's stepfather's yelling. Even the bugs. "What's going on in there!?" It sounded like he was just outside the door.
"Stall." You whisper shouted in a mix of pleading, warning, and threat.
"I just tripped." Vita responded uncertainly through his closed door. "I knocked over one of my shelves."
"Well pipe down!" The old sailor yelled. After hearing the man's retreating footsteps, the two of you breathed a sigh of relief.
"Y/n..." Vita looked your way. "What's going on here?"
"It's a long story." You groaned, watching the suddenly docile bugs retreat away from you and towards Vita. "How much time you got?"
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Senora Jones looked out at the horrendous downpour outside with concern. The sun had set, and you still weren't home. Not even a phone call. You were going to be in so much trouble when you got home as long as she had anything to say about it. Despite her frustration with your disappearance, it was heavily shadowed by the worry gnawing at her bones.
You were her child. The only family she had. She stood by the window, keeping a sharp lookout for your form amongst the raindrops and flooding road.
She had been doing this a lot lately. Waiting and worrying. Maybe it was growing pains, but you had become more of a handful as of late. Acting strangely, more restless. Always late, or tired or hurt in some way. It was hard to watch. Especially as your mother. She wanted to pretend she didn't hear you tossing and turning in your sleep, or waking with a scream in the late hours of the night. She wanted to overlook the missing medical kit and band aids. If she asked, you would feign ignorance.
She wasn't dumb. She knew something was up. But she couldn't bring herself to interrogate you. Whatever you were hiding, it was for a good reason. She knew this because you never hid things from her. Even when you had just started living with her, you always told her what was on your mind or who was bothering you.
Senora Jones stared quietly out at the town, waiting, worrying, and wondering where you were.
She loved you, but when you pulled stunts like this it made her sick to her stomach with unease.
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#3- Z
The automaton groggily assessed its surroundings. He was still in his camp, that much had not changed. If he hadn’t been moved, then his assailant must have travelled out here. Yet traversing the Midland Desert is a mean feat when you do know where you are going- it was unlikely they made this journey on a whim. His first priority was a head count. Aside from the woman holding the pistol, behind her was a much meaner looking fellow with a baseball bat. Next, he assessed the baseline information on his captor. Female, 5’9-5’11. Leeway for platforms and body modifications. Slender frame, again, sans the modifications, olive skin, though it’s not possible to discern whether this is due to the light and intense heat. Next, sub-baseline information. Her eyes were dark, going purple. The outline of her eyes was complimented by a thick branching red. Her nails were chewed through, and the skin adjacent to them had gone white with bite marks. He could see them tentatively wrapped around the pistol grip of the gun she was aiming point blank between his eyes. Her lips were shattered and white with breaking, almost as dry as the very desert around them. Between the bloodshot eyes, the cracked lips, and her general jittery demeanour, the automaton reached his conclusion.
“Smoke, ma’am?”
The woman lowers her pistol, visibly taken aback by the response. The automaton continues.
“Nicotine withdrawal. Coupled with some nicotine reliance, I'd wager. I’m only going to offer it to you once.”
The automaton carefully reaches into his satchel. The terrifying figure of steel reflected back into the woman’s fragile, human eyes. With great hesitation, she slowly reached out her other hand. Titanium alloy, joined with a ball bearing for mobility. Scratch that. It’s not a ball bearing at all, it’s a magnetic hinge. She sawed her arm off just past the elbow, and installed a magnetic hinge. Then, she attaches and detaches different arms depending on the situation. Sensing the automaton looking at it for too long, she reflexively grabbed her arm with her other hand, dropping her gun to the ground.
“DAMN IT Z, YOU FUCKIN MORON. PICK UP THE FUCKIN GUN AND GET THIS OVER WITH ALREADY!”
The man in the back calls to the woman, now identified as “Z”. She quickly scrambles to pick up her firearm.
Assessing that “Z” isn’t the one in control of this operation, the Automaton makes his move. While the woman continues to try to pick up her gun, He smoothly rises from his seat and moves towards the man with the baseball bat. Sensing danger, his fight response kicks in, and he moves his bat in for attack. It moves with such speed as it tears through the air that it produces a faint whistle as it moves in. The automaton, unfazed, mechanically catches the bat in his hand, killing all its momentum with a mere wave of his interfacers. Throwing the chunk of wood to the ground, he moves closer to the man, until he is close enough to see the great red light of his face reflected in the sweat of the man's pores.
A jarring squelch rang out across the desert. The man, adrenaline high, looked down to see what the automaton had done. His interfacers had jammed into the gap between both of his ribs, and pierced his flesh. From the pressurised sound of the impact, it is reasonable to assume he punctured both lungs.
The man wasn’t given enough time to let the pain sink in.
The automaton effortlessly grabbed the man by his ribcages, and with an audible crack, split his torso in half, pulling out with it most of his ribs and upper-torso organs. The man's once red face had washed over a deathly white. His eyes, opened wide with shock, now stood in place, as though held by stuffing. The automaton did nothing. He just stared through the hole he had created, his red lights glazed over.
“I’m sorry Harvey.”
As the words left his voice box, a piercing sensation ran across his whole body. Electricity flooded and overloaded his circuitry, and one by one, his faculties collapsed. His stiff and robotic shell fell to the dust, and as the last fraction of light left the eyes, he could just about make out the woman, taser in hand, leaning over him. “Perhaps”, he thought. “Perhaps I deserve this”.
Then, black.
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Gemma rescues Phoenix AU: Part 3
Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist
Everything: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch
Phoenix struggles, and Gemma helps.
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CWs: hospital setting, panic attack, past crucifixion, flashback to said crucifixion, aftermath of crucifixion and resurrection, partial nudity, talk of impaling, use of 'kiddo' for an adult, immortal whumpee, long-term injury/chronic pain, traumatised whumpee, low self-worth, past abandonment, past death/resurrection
Gemma stays there on the floor, arms wrapped around a sobbing Phoenix. They're alive. She still can't believe it, but here they are, warm and breathing and traumatised to all hell but alive.
"Sorry. Sorry."
Gemma tightens her arms. "Shh. It's okay, god, don't apologise."
Phoenix buries their head in her and sobs harder.
Gemma's so busy trying to keep herself and Phoenix calm, reminding herself that they're alive, here, god they're alive, they're not dead, that she barely notices the presence appear beside them. She only realises when Phoenix tenses, and they both look up.
A nurse in a blue polo shirt is standing there, arms folded. She smiles tightly when she sees them looking.
"Are you the woman who came in with the crucified girl?"
Phoenix flinches, and Gemma tightens her arm around them, suddenly angry. It's not entirely the nurse's fault, she doesn't know who Phoenix is, but still. Phoenix has a morgue sheet on, it should be obvious something's wrong.
"Yes. And I think you'll find your morgue is missing a body."
The nurse blinks. Blinks again. Looks hard at Phoenix.
"You came back to life?" They nod. "Do you have any injuries?" They shake their head. "Okay. You'll still need to be checked out, and the police are here. They'll want to speak to both of you."
"Can we have a chance to breathe and get Phoenix some clothes first?" Gemma snaps. Inexplicably, the nurse's face softens at this.
"The police are interviewing the staff, so yes, we have plenty of time. There's a donation box at the end of the corridor, or the hospital shop."
Gemma shakes her head. "No money. Didn't think about that."
"In that case, we'll go to the donation box. Follow me."
Phoenix stumbles as they rise, clinging onto Gemma to stop themself falling.
"Sorry."
"Shh." Gemma helps them to their feet, supporting them as they lean against her, seemingly about to collapse. "Just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Doesn't matter how fast we go."
Phoenix nods but still continues to walk faster than they probably should, stumbling every few steps. It's only a couple of minutes before they reach the donation box.
"What size are you, kid?"
"Um, eight. Or six. Mostly."
Gemma nods and lets them go gently before diving in. She doesn't know what style Phoenix usually wears, but she finds a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms in their size, as well as an unopened packet of pants and a pair of flipflops. The latter are rather large, but they'll do.
She's about to hand the whole pile to Phoenix when she notices a small stuffed monkey. The kind that has magnetic hands and feet, designed to attach to something. It's a bit worn on the top of the head, but not much.
"Here you go. I hope they fit. And it might be a bit childish, but there's this, too."
Phoenix takes the monkey and holds it tenderly over the pile of clothes, lip trembling as they mouth something. They don't seem to be able to speak but Gemma gets the message, smiling.
"That's alright."
The nurse clears her throat. "You might want to get something for yourself as well. You're covered in blood."
Gemma looks down at herself. Oh, god, Phoenix's blood, she'd forgotten about that. It didn't seem to matter once Phoenix was alive again. But now it does, of course it does, it's unhygienic and it's Phoenix's blood. She digs herself out a t-shirt and shorts, stealing glances at Phoenix every few seconds to make sure they're still there, that Gemma didn't imagine them coming back to life, they didn't die on the operating table and they're right here.
"Right. Right, ready."
Phoenix stumbles as they start walking again and Gemma takes their arm to stop them from falling. She doesn't really notice where she's going, too busy holding up the exhausted kid, until the nurse ushers them into a room with one bed and an en-suite.
"Lucky for you there's a side room free. The police will be here soon, let them in when you're ready."
"We will."
The nurse nods and exits. Gemma turns to Phoenix.
"You take the shower first. Can you manage it on your own, do you think?" Phoenix nods. "Anyone you want me to call while you're in there?"
They shake their head. "No, I, um... no."
"Okay. Go on, I'll be here when you finish."
Phoenix nods and heads into the bathroom, setting the monkey down carefully on the bed first.
Now Gemma just needs to wait. She hates waiting, especially alone with her thoughts when they're like this. But Phoenix is alive. Alive, alive, alive, and as long as she keeps repeating that to herself she'll be fine.
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Phoenix drops the bundle of clothes on the bumpy vinyl floor and sits down on the floor of the shower. The head goes drip... drip... drip... but it's different from the warehouse, it is, the pattern is monotonous, there's a pattern, and anyway they can see here. If they just focus on what they can see they'll be okay.
They rub their wrists, feeling the new rough scars there. Scars, not nails, not open wounds.
They need to get up and turn the shower on. They need to wash, they know they're filthy, even if it's barely noticeable anymore. But they can't move. Can't get themself to, can barely remember how to, how long is it since they could, anyway?
Aside from the walk here. That was... weird. The woman's weirdly nice. They're not sure if she's told them her name, their memory's shot, but either way they don't understand why she's acting this way. It's not like Phoenix is important, and she didn't know them before this. So why does she seem to care so much?
Why would anyone?
How long were they in the warehouse for? Why did nobody come? Surely Abbie wouldn't assume they could rescue themself for so long. Maybe it wasn't as long as it felt. Maybe something happened that meant no-one could.
Maybe they sent that woman. Maybe they did send help, and that's why she's here.
Stop. They need to stop thinking about not being rescued and take a shower. They can figure out the rest later.
It's just... the drip... drip... drip... is relentless. Phoenix's vision swims in and out, seeing the warehouse, the dark, the metal and concrete, back to the bright white of the hospital, round and round, hearing the dripping and their own ringing screams and barely able to breathe. They dig their thumbs into their thighs, trying to concentrate. If they can see more than shadowed metal and concrete, it's okay. If they can move, it's okay.
They twitch their toes, wiggle their legs. If they can see and move, it's okay.
Their skin looks unblemished. They know it's a lie, they've automatically camouflaged, but they can see it, unblurred by pain and oxygen starvation, and if they can see and move, it's okay.
There's a pop. One quiet pop, and the bathroom is plunged into terrifying, looming, crawling darkness.
One quiet pop, and Phoenix is thrown back there entirely.
The warehouse is quiet and still aside from the drip... drip... drip..., all they can see is metal and concrete, light slanting in at an angle. Everything aches, they can't move, can't even catch their breath.
Their wrist spasms, pain bursting through it like the nail's being hammered in for the first time. They can't move it voluntarily without their whole arm screaming in pain as shocks reverberate up it. It's all far, far too much, and it's going to be forever.
Phoenix screams.
They scream. And they scream. The pain and the dark and the fear is too much, and they scream, scream until their throat's raw.
"Phoenix! Phoenix, you need to breathe, can you do that for me? Can you hear me?"
Phoenix gasps, unsure whose the voice is but it sounds warm and familiar, and they flinch as warm hands touch them.
"That's it. Hold onto my forearms, tight as you like, and breathe. Take a deep breath, just like that, and another."
Phoenix clutches the woman's forearms like a lifeline, fingers digging in, keeping themself here, and breathes like she says, one after the other.
"That's it. Now, tell me five things you can see."
"You. And, um, and I don't know your name, and light, and tiles, and, um, I don't, concrete? I don't know, I can't concentrate."
"Hey. It's okay, you did well, just breathe. You got three. No concrete here though, we're in the hospital, remember? No warehouse. My name's Gemma."
"Gemma," whispers Phoenix, voice rough from screaming.
"Yeah. Can you tell me four things you can feel?"
"Your arm. Um, the tiles under my feet, and, um, the air, and, and, um, my hair?"
Hair they realise, with a start, is coated at the ends with dried blood. From their wrists which are still bleeding and– and–
No. No, they're not.
Gemma smiles. "You're doing well. Three things you can hear?"
"Your voice. My heartbeat. And, um, murmuring."
"Two things you can smell?"
"Blood. Blood, I– I– um–" Oh, god, there's so much blood. They tighten their hold.
"Easy, Phoenix. You're not in the warehouse, you're safe. Can you give me one thing you can taste?"
"Salt."
"That's it. Come on, breathe, easy now. Do you know where you are?"
Phoenix closes their eyes, bows their head, digs their fingers into Gemma's arms.
"Hospital. With you. Gemma. No– no more crucifixion. No warehouse. Safe."
"Yeah. That's right. Safe."
Phoenix nods. Safe, safe, safe.
The block starts to recede from their mind as they repeat it, the hospital coming into sharper focus. They release a deep, shuddering breath.
"Thank you." They pull their hands back, tucking them into themself, and that's when they notice the red marks on Gemma's arm. They don't have enough left in them to feel any more scared, now, but it doesn't stop them remembering what Abbie's punishment for that would be. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to– I mean, I didn't know, I, um, I didn't mean to hurt you, I–"
"Hey, shh, it's okay. I know you didn't. I knew the risks. It'll just be a couple of bruises, it's fine, kiddo. Okay?"
Phoenix nods. "I'm sorry."
"Stop apologising for everything. None of this is anything you need to apologise for."
"Okay. I'm– right." They let out a weak chuckle. They're not used to this. No-one's ever told them *not* to apologise before.
"Shall we get cleaned up? Both of us. I'd like to get your blood off me at some point." Phoenix nods. "Great. Can I wash your hair?"
Gemma sounds hopeful and Phoenix doesn't know what they've done to deserve this.
"Please."
Please, let someone else take care of them for once. Gemma's so soft and warm and they need that, they crave it, and they find themself for once not caring too much about what she might want them for afterwards.
She must want them for something, right? To be doing all this?
"Right. You might want to take off your dirty underwear. And I guess I should undress too. If you're comfortable with that. Let me sort the shower head."
"It's, um, it's fine." Phoenix pulls off their stiff and dirty underpants, only vaguely aware they were still wearing them. Didn't... didn't they have a t-shirt on before? At some point? When did they lose that?
"Ready?"
They nod, and Gemma turns on the water.
Phoenix gasps as the spray hits them. Oh, it feels so good. Cool then warm and clean and pounding, pounding, pounding on their sore shoulders, their itchy scalp, turning light brown as it swirls down the drain.
And now they're thirsty. So thirsty, suddenly, and they tip their head back, mouth open, desperate to catch some. Water streams into their mouth, warm and not very nice to taste but water.
"The police will be here soon," Gemma murmurs, rubbing the roots of their hair. "They'll want to talk to both of us. Do you want me to stay with you or would you prefer to answer the questions on your own?"
Phoenix swallows hard. Given the choice, they'd rather not talk about their experience at all. But they don't have that choice.
"I– I can do it on my own. I need to do it alone."
They're determined not to be a burden any more than they already have been. They're not entirely useless, and they need to prove it both to themself and Gemma. Even if they're still barely present half the time and their memory's an incoherent jumble, their body even worse. They're not sure they can even walk properly, and the wrist spasm catapulted them back to the warehouse. It all makes them want to scream. They don't know how to make any of this better, but they know they need to do this alone.
"Okay. Let me know if you change your mind. However you do this, it's okay."
Phoenix knows that's a lie. It has to be. There's no way Gemma would be happy with them being even more dependent on her. But when she briefly places a hand on their shoulder, they rest their own on top anyway.
It's not enough. None of what they do is, and they know Gemma knows it too, but as long as she doesn't say anything they can pretend it is. Pretend they're enough.
They don't know what they're going to do if Gemma admits that they're not.
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