#SET YOUR PRIORITIES DAMNIT

[evanwevand]

Idk if this is completely true but it's very important anyway

If you're in United States and you're a Dr. Bright fan and you cosplay him for a convention BE VERY CAREFUL ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE A MINOR, SOME PEOPLE CLAIMED THAT ADMINBRIGHT STILL ATTENDS TO CONS AND TRIES TO INTERACT WITH FANS IRL EVEN IF THEY'RE NOT ACTIVE ONLINE

I just suddenly remembered it but someone mentioned it on my server a time ago and I forgot to mention it, but be VERY careful anyways ☠️☠️☠️

Idc about my DNI with this one, this is important

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 20 - Looking forward.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: Ushijima sets up a small list of rules for you to follow, what will he do to you if you disobey his commands or if you follow everything he said to the letter ‘T’. What will he do…?

Word count: 735

CW: NSFW and adult content, swearing, fingering, gagging (ball gag), sex toy, unprotected sex, mirror sex, edging and orgasm denial, facial, hand restraints, dirty talk.

“You’re so pretty” Ushijiwa spoke in a deep, monotone voice, you looked towards him, before you whined around the object in your mouth and bucked your hips up, “uh uh” he clicked a button and you cried behind the ball-gag, “remember what I said before we started… or do you need reminding?” He asked and you shook your head.

You remembered, the commands were something you couldn’t forget, following them was the only way you were going to cum, so you made it a priority to remember…

- Firstly keep your eyes on your reflection in the mirror; you look away any pleasuring Ushijima is administering will stop immediately.

- Secondly don’t buckle your hips or try to rush along the administration of pleasure; if you act in a manner that would be considered to be ‘rushing’ the administration of pleasures, Ushijima will stop administering pleasure immediately.

- Thirdly don’t not reach for or touch yourself or administer of pleasure; if you move your restrained hands towards yourself or Ushijima, he will stop the admiration of pleasure immediately.

- Finally the use of safe word is mandatory if Ushijima has acted outside on the agreed upon boundaries or if you have become/suddenly become uncomfortable with the admiration of a sexual act.

You looked back at the mirror and Ushijima pressed to wand back against your clit, before he turned the vibrator back on, he moved a finger to your opening and began slowly pumping it in, you moaned and whimpered through the gag, it felt so good and despite the embarrassment you felt excited watching your naked body twitch and react to Ushijima, “your little cunt it swallowing my fingers so greedily… just watch it” he hummed deeply and your eyes shifted down, locking on the view of your dripping cunt taking Ushijima’s fingers so needy, you want to buck and grind your hips so badly as he slowly pumped his fingers, you felt tears begin to run down your cheeks, “you’re so cute, those tears are going to set me over the edge” he smiled and looked at you through the mirror, you nodded as a way to tell him that’s what you need.

“Five more minutes, hold on and keep your pretty eyes focused on the mirror… then I’ll finish you off on my dick” Ushijima’s voice rumbled and you nodded quickly keeping your eyes focused on your body, Ushijima added another finger to your cunt and watched as it wrapped tightly around them, all while you weeped through the gag, it felt all kinds of good and embarrassing watching as your boyfriend fingered you and pressed a toy to you, you were so close to bucking your hips and so you had to forcibly keep them down, causing them to shake, you weren’t sure if the was against the rules, through you threw your head back and sobbed into the gag as Ushijima suddenly stopped his fingering and pulled the toy away from you.

However before you could fully react Ushijima stood quickly and grabbed your leg, he yanked your butt off the bed and your upper back being the only thing left on the bed, before he slipped he pulsing member in you and set into a hard pace that shook your body and shifted the bed so that it would continuously thumping into the wall, “god… god damnit… your so close ain’t you?” He hummed out his question making it sound more like a statement, however you were too wrapped up in the closely approaching orgasm to even register what he had said, that was until Ushijima grabbed your face and forced you to look at him, “answer me right now… you’re close to cumming… you wanna cum my cock?” He grunted and you nodded frantically, and just at your body began tightening up and the best orgasm of your life was about to hit you, Ushijima pulled out and leaned over your as he began pumping his thighs load over your face.

“You’re just too naughty… I couldn’t possibly let you cum” he chuckled and stood off the bed before removing your gag, before you began cussing him out and hitting him on the chest with your bond hands.

“You selfishly asshole!… you better get back in me or put that tongue to use” you shouted as your grabbed the collar of his shirt and waited for his response.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 19 - Izuku Midoriya: Inadequate.

Day 21 - Jean kirstein: Sixty-nine.

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Saving Private Walker

John Walker x F!Reader | 2.4k

Summary: John gets drunk one night and believes he needs to take you to safety.

Warnings/Tags: John is a pathetic mess, protective John, implied drinking

Cool air nipped at your figure, the sheets sliding over your skin.

You roused, your lashes fluttering as the movement of air around you sent goosebumps erupting over your exposed skin. An uncomfortable pressure pressed into the blades of your back as well as the plush muscle in your hamstrings.

A hum of confusion broke from your throat, only for a hissed whisper to cut the sound off.

"Be quiet."

Your eyes twitched in their idle state, the familiarity of the voice matching the face beginning to take form from the abstract strokes your exhausted vision created as replacement.

"Walker?" you whispered, clutching his uniform clad torso as you realized you were being supported by nothing but his arms. "What the hell are you–"

"Be quiet," he repeated, his shadowed baby blues finally breaking position to stare down at you. You felt yourself physically shrink further into his arms at the intensity of his gaze lost within the shadows of his black helmet.

"You need to tell me what's going on," you finally managed to muster, looking around the unfamiliar hallway of the tower. "What are you doing?"

He rolled his jaw in annoyance, but his eyes bounced around for a moment as if considering something. Taking a sharp corner, you clung to him tighter to prevent from falling from his grip. A muggy air enveloped you as he tucked the two of you into a much smaller supply closet, reeking of alcohol. He swiftly shut the door behind him before setting you down.

"Now tell me–"

To your shock, your mouth was enveloped by a leather palm, fingerless gloves allowing the skin of Walker's fingertips to dig into your jaw.

"Shut up," he finally snapped. "You're going to get us killed."

Your face contorted into an expression of confusion, and you hit Walker's hand away, pressing a warning finger to the middle of his Kevlar-covered chest.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" you cried.

Even within the darkness, you watched as he rolled his eyes in that demeaning way. The expression of irritation made you feel even smaller as he took a dominating step forward, your finger doing little to intimidate him.

"The tower is compromised," he practically spat in your face. "Swarmed with very bad men with very big weapons looking to hurt you."

"Me?" you cried, your voice becoming more hushed. "What do they want with me?"

"Can't you figure it out?" he snapped, audacious enough to flick your forehead. "You live with five criminals with a lot of enemies. One of us must have gone too far."

There was an uncharacteristic falter in his voice, and you watched his chin trembled in the dim lighting. Tears welled in your eyes, and you shoved him back.

"You're lying," you said. "You're just trying to scare me."

"They want you dead," he snapped. "I am trying to get you out before they find you."

Desperation flooded your features, your brows knitting together over deep lines of distress.

"Did you warn the others?" you asked, ragged breathing echoing through the closet as he drew his chin tight. "What about the others, Walker?"

"My priority is you," he snapped, but his voice was beginning to fall apart. "My priority has always been you; you are the target," he said. A novel amount of emotion began to overwhelm him, his heavy breathing echoing through the closet as his voice broke. "Why can't you ever understand that?" he snarled, trembling hands rising and falling out of frustration. His groan struggled to reverberate from his locked jaw, and he buried his face in his hands, turning away. "God damnit!"

Seeing him so taken apart by the situation had your body shaking.

"You're scaring me, John!" you finally cried, clutching your arms to your chest. "Damnit, you're scaring me, please stop scaring me--"

His fallen shoulders suddenly stiffened in the darkness, tipped chin snapping up. His hand once again threatened to cover your mouth, but you took it upon yourself to cup your lips with your own palm, squeezing your eyes shut.

After a few moments of prolonged silence, his still form shifted.

"We need to move."

"We can't just leave them here–" you cried desperately.

"Goddamnit, I can't compromise you!" he shouted. "Just shut up and do what I say."

Sniffling as he moved, it wasn't until a handgun was shoved up against your chest that you realized he was forcing one into your hands.

"The main door is straight out of this hall," he told you. "I am going to clear a path for you."

"Please John, please–"

The rough calluses of his palm brushed your lips, silencing you yet again as he slowly exhaled, warm breath feathered the junction of your neck.

"You need to run as fast as you can. The doors are already busted wide open," he told you, tone unable to stay level. "There is glass all over the floor; your feet are going to hurt like hell, but you are going to have to shoot the men I miss."

You were crying against his fingers, tears fueled by terror falling down your cheeks.

"I don't know how to use this, John!" you sobbed as he briefly removed his hand, another slow exhale ghosting your face. "Please don't--"

"You know how to ride Bucky's motorcycle, don't you?"

"I can't do this, John. You don't understand–I can't–"

"Don't you?" he yelled again.

Swallowing, you gave a shaky bob of your head.

"You need to get away from here. Do you understand?" he asked, your choking silence unnerving him. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," you managed to whisper. "Yes, but–"

The light of the hallway ripped through the darkness, and John was gone. Oxygen failed to reach your lungs, and your legs refused to move. You stared at the wide open door, mouth agape as you failed to mentally prepare yourself before finally sprinting out the door.

You pressed your back to the hallway wall, lips pursed as your clammy hands shook around the outstretched gun. Your bare feet stung against the cool tile floor, each step echoing through the open but silent space as you emerged from the hallway.

The entryway was clear of any enemy flank, leaving a clear shot to the front doors. Losing any semblance to a professional stance, you sprinted for the doors, reaching to brace yourself against the freedom bar only for the lock to not give way.

Your arms locked on impact, paint erupting across your entire body as your motion was brought to an abrupt halt.

Shock ran rampant across your body, muscles struck still as you fell back to the floor. You blinked, having to force the accent of your gaze to the promised broken-open exit, and then to the rest of the untouched hallway. Scenes of violence, broken glass, and tragic endings did not paint the entrance of the tower.

A silence weighed on the room.

Nothing out of place.

Not a sign of struggle. Not a sign of infiltration.

Everything was completely, utterly normal.

A burning sensation flared in the pit of your chest, cheeks adopting a similar sensation as you shifted yourself to your feet. Fiddling with the borrowed gun, the empty magazine fell from the grip and clattered against the tile floor.

You rolled your tongue, biting your lip as you slowly nodded, eye twitching.

"I can't believe–" you grunted to yourself, pinching your nose. "I can't believe I really fell for that shit."

But even as frustration threatened to wipe any last feeling of empathy from your psyche, an ache in your gut insisted you retrace your steps and locate Walker. Something about his loose expressions of desperation and the vulnerability he had exhibited left you feeling uneasy.

Managing to find the closet in question, you glanced around the innards only to find it staril and empty. Quietly padding around the dimly lit corridors near the room, you caught the faint sound of a quiet mourner.

You approached a room only a few doors down from where you had initially split from Walker.

A heavy stench of booze wafted out the door as you gently insisted the crack open with the butt of your foot. Brushing aside countless shards of glass, the muffled sounds of lament grew more defined.

"Walker?" you asked, peering inside.

Tucked against the corner of a messed bed, Walker clutched his legs to his chest, his hands making desperate imprints into the top of his metal helmet as he appeared to struggle to remove the headgear.

"Walker..." you repeated.

"I'm fine," he snapped, his voice shaking. You took a brief glance around the rest of the room as he composed himself before stepping inside and quietly shutting the door behind you. "I can–" he began, but his voice cracked. "I can do it myself."

You looked on as he scratched at his throat, the leather strap digging deep into the skin of his jaw, and he desperately tugged the leather in the opposite direction. His breathing came in quick, ragged successions as you slowly approached.

"Walker," you murmured, crouching down and cocking your head to find his eyes. They were squeezed shut, his combat boots scraping the wood floor in panic as his neck twitched beneath the uncomfortably tight head gear. "John."

Finally, his eyes opened, glittering despite the dim light.

Despite him reeking of alcohol, you leaned closer and reached for his clawing hands, gently prying them away from the helmet. He swallowed and wheezed, his rubbed-raw throat struggling to convulse beneath the strap. Taking the strap with your fingers, you eased the leather to a looser point. John overlapped your hands as he finally managed to pull the helmet off his head, neck slackening in relief. His face fell between his knees as he drew them back to his chest, his shoulders physically rising and falling with every long breath.

You set the helmet off to the side, finding a spot beside him to cross your legs and spectate him as he came down from his high. Within the silence, your eyes inevitably wandered to the rest of the room; filled with broken bottles, broken remnants of violent breakdowns, and evidence of someone becoming reclusive, you felt the guilt of naivety build in your throat.

"Don't look."

You looked away from the interior of the room, turning to him as he placed his chin on his crossed arms resting on the caps of his knees.

You offered him a shrug.

"We all have our bad days."

He rolled his jaw, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his uniform as he shook his head.

"Everyday is a bad day."

You watched a tear roll down the curve of his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away again, sniffling and looking away.

"They used to be good," he admitted. "With you and... everyone else, I thought I was finally better," he said. "But nothing... helps... anymore," he murmured, chin on his hand as his boot nudged a bottle, sending it rolling across the room. "Sleeping, drinking; none of it."

He pursed his lips, finally daring to meet your eyes as another tear fell down his cheek.

"I think I'm getting worse," he confessed, his attempt at a smile wobbling across his lips before his expression fell.

"John..." you whispered, swiftly shifting to position yourself beside him.

"Every time I close my eyes, I'm right back in the middle of it," he whispered. "Usually I'm not here anymore; I'm with Lamar in that damn place–" he cried, voice breaking. He squeezed his fists, hitting the ground hard enough to splinter the floor. "It just replays over and over again, and it stays separate from here, but this time it just–"

He clenched his jaw, eyes squeezing shut as he buried his face in his arms, shaking his head.

"It always seems so real, but this time I really..." he whispered. "I just... I got so lost in it all."

The silence weighed on the room as he grew reluctant to go on.

Without thinking, you reached out, sliding your fingers over the scratched armor covering his shoulders. You followed the tough fabric up to the function of his neck and gently smoothed back his disheveled sideburns.

"I was just–" he tried, but cut himself off. He pursed his lips, tapping his fists against his side as he stared at the floor. "I just can't stand the thought of you being back there," he whispered, tucking his face out of sight again, "with me."

You brushed the back of your fingers over the exposed portion of his neck, watching goosebumps erupt over his skin, the hairs rising along the nape.

"Were you scared?"

His body stiffened at the mention of the particular emotional response.

He shifted, revealing his bloodshot eyes to you as he rested his cheek on the back of his hands. A small, stiff nod had a cascade of hair curtaining his face.

"It's okay, John."

His sniffle was cut off as you brushed away the hair hiding his expression from you only to reveal the reflection of fresh tear trails streaking his face. You gently caressed the irritated skin, the palm of your hand enveloping the scruff along his jaw. His irritated eyes reluctantly looked through the depths of his lashes to meet your gaze, a shaky sigh warming your inner arm.

"I didn't–" he whispered, but his bottom lip quivered. He closed his eyes, inhaling as he finally sunk into your welcoming palm, a tear falling over the curve of his cheek. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Tilting your head, you watched as his face tightened with tension; his brows drew together, and his jaw clenched beneath your hand as he awaited your response. Offering up your other hand, you fully enveloped the entirety of his jaw as you leaned forward and pressed an affectionate kiss to the very center of his forehead.

"I know," you whispered, lips brushing the skin just above his brow. You wound your arms around his stiff shoulders, pressing another chaste kiss to his temple. "I know, John."

His entire figure trembled as he finally released a pent up breath, his arms embracing your entire body as he buried his face into your shoulder. A sob racked through his torso, ugly and vulnerable.

"You're safe now," you whispered, ghosting a hand across the surface of his hair before finally stroking your fingers through the ratty locks, "and so am I."

[cursedalthoughts]

Priority Research 7 Predictions - Sakura Empire

It is time for one of the biggest factions in AL to get their PR prediction post. Last year, the Sakura Empire got Shimanto, a choice I was honestly disappointed with - not because of her design or gameplay in Azur Lane, but because Shimanto is an utterly unremarkable ship in World of Warships.

So, as usual, I will mention some of their most likely choices. None of these selected ships are guaranteed to make it into PR7 - we may not get a Sakura girl this time, but all of them are ships I would be interested in seeing. Hell, some of them I've turned into OCs of mine lol ALSO, I mentioned some of these candidates last year. Because I just really want them in AL damnit.

Bungo

Bungo is funny.

She's an upscaled Amagi hull with 457mm guns (no clue why they aren't 460mm). Her gimmick is accuracy. Yamato is already well known as a very accurate battleship, but Bungo takes it to a whole another level. She's so accurate that, assuming you aim perfectly; you will most likely encounter aiming bugs that no other ship really experiences (because WoWs is built on a mountain of spaghetti code)

As a special consumable, Bungo gets access to a 'High-Precision Spotter Plane' that further reduces her dispersion by -20% for a minute and five seconds. You can get two whole salvos out very comfortably, due to her 26.4s reload.

Honestly, if you miss with Bungo, it is your fault. Easy DR material.

Adatara

Adatara is the predecessor of Bungo in the tech tree. She's Tier 9, her spotter plane reduces her dispersion by -10% instead of -20%, and has one less turret. Her reload is longer, too, at 30s.

If Bungo is DR material, Adatara is PR material.

Tsurugi

As much as I love Tsurugi, I see a lot of people compare her to Georgia, which is just innacurate.

Both ships enjoy 3 double 457mm gun turrets with short reloads and remarkable accuracy, but Georgia has American Super-Heavy AP that does devastating damage, and Tsurugi's AP shells do a pitiful 13.5k damage - Georgia's AP shells do almost 18k damage each.

Also, Georgia has very fun secondary guns. And can tank damage, since she's an Iowa hull variation. And is superbly fast. Tsurugi has none of those things.

Tsurugi has 15km-range deep water torpedoes (that can only hit battleships and aircraft carriers), as well as a 'Torpedo Reload Booster' consumable that reduces the 150s reload down to just 10s. Also, while not enjoying Georgia's 46+ knots speed, Tsurugi can easily do almost 37 knots, which is faster than a lot of cruiser.

Sadly, Tsurugi also suffers from pathetically weak armor.

Tsurugi could be a very fun PR battlecruiser in AL, however.

Iwami

Iwami is a variation of the Izumo design. Much like Izumo, she has fairly accurate 410mm main guns. Much unlike Izumo, her overall gun layout makes sense, with 2 frontal dual turrets and two back dual turrets, much like a Nagato.

Iwami has two gimmicks of particular interest: Two sets of torpedoes, one per side, which are taken straight out of Shimakaze (4 20km torpedos per launcher) that also deal devastating damage, but can be seen from orbit (relatively speaking - their detectability range is 2.5km. Normal hydroacoustic search detects torpedoes at 3.5km)

The second gimmick of Iwami is access to a surprisingly strong secondary gun array.

Iwami could be a PR battleship with a support role.

Shikishima

As I said last year, Shikishima is "The USS Georgia of the Yamato-class."

Her main armament consists of 3 dual 510mm turrets boasting of improved accuracy compared to the Yamato-class, as well as a 27s reload. She shares all the flaws of Yamato and Musashi, mainly having incredibly weak armor and a glacial turret traverse of a whole entire minute to turn 180º, but she's a fun ship that can do insane damage. She relies a lot on sheer overmatch, being the second ship to have 510mm guns - Satsuma is basically an upscaled Shikishima, and HMS Incomparable "only" has 508mm guns.

Also, for some reason, Shikishima also has a very nice secondary gun layout, guns that also have improved accuracy and reload times; meaning you can run a full secondary gun Shikishima build without losing much main gun accuracy.

Due to being a Yamato hull, she'd be DR.

Yoshino

Hey, wouldn't it be funny if Azuma had even more torpedoes than Shimakaze?

Yoshino is just that, a bigger Azuma with a total of 16 torpedoes. She gets a choice between the 'suicide' 12km torpedoes of Shimakaze, which deal almost 27k damage each; or the same torpedoes that Iwami has, 20km range.

She's different enough from Azuma to be somewhat likely, but she's also not really that much different than Azuma. She'd be DR, for sure.

Hayate

A unique (for Japan's standards) destroyer that has both good guns and good torpedoes. They normally excell only at guns (Kitakaze) or only at torpedoes (Shimakaze) - Hayate is good with both.

Past me summarized her pretty well. She's a decent mix between Shimakaze and Harugumo - Harugumo being Kitakaze's bigger sister.

PR rarity for sure.

Yamagiri

Ok, but what if you wanted a pretty good mix of Shimakaze and Harugumo, instead of a decent mix?

Yamagiri is an upscaled Hayate that mixes the two lines of destroyers. She gets access to the same amount of torpedoes Shimakaze has, while having access to some formidable main gun armament as well.

While Hayate is a PR, Yamagiri would be a DR. However, there's one main issue with Yamagiri as a PR7 choice:

She's a Superdestroyer. A Tier 11. We have never gotten a Tier 11 PR ship, and there are much more fun and bombastic options for the first Tier 11 in Azur Lane's Priority Research.

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Making a fucking master sword out of paper for a school project

Woke up at 7:30 on a Sunday to do game nerd bullshit. Started at 8, still haven't had breakfast yet by 8:50.

You'll need:

A pencil

A ruler

A long tape ruler

A pair of scissors

A scapel/box cutter

A fuck ton of paper

Glue

Too much time on your hands

Dedication

(Update from when I just cut the handguard out: you need a fuck ton in the power of a shit ton of dedication. If I paid myself minimum wage for this, I'd be able to afford a custom forged master sword.)

Step 1: measure shit badly

With the power of a free sketch book app, a ruler downloaded from the internet and two reference images (BotW Link with the sword on his back and TP concept art), I set off on my quest to make a sword.

Here are the measurements if anybody ever wants them.

Provided with a 160cm tall Linky:

140cm long in total

105cm blade (everything after the gold gem thingy)

88cm from triforce to tip

9cm wide

1cm tapered side each side

6cm thinner part of the blade behind triforce

3cm golden gem (corner pointing to end of blade) to end of pommel

3cm tall golden gem

3cm weird flared bit above gem

24cm handle+pommel

17cm handle only

7cm pommel only

7cm triforce logo

4cm triforce tall (no lil bits outside)

5cm triforce wide

31cm across the "M"

9cm triforce to M

If you want to give up here, I 100% support that.

Step 2: try figure how to put everything together with tiny prototypes

It's 10:15.

I'm going to try make an A4 length one, roughly to scale but that's not a priority right now. The point of that is to try find out what I need with small scale fuck arounds.

I SPENT HALF AN HOUR MAKING A SKETCH GOD FUCKING DAMNIT THIS IS GOING TO TAKE SO FUCKING LONG!

And we have logistical issues! Whoop.

I'm going to put long rods of rolled up paper inside the sword to give it some structural integrity. The blade is going to be a couple pieces, but will be put together and treated as one. The part with the triforce bit to the M is going to be a piece in itself. And now we have the hardest part: the handle and shit.

I'm going to put the pieces of the M together seperately (once I figure out how to pull that off, I think that would require a bit of origami.) The handle is just a lot of rolling, might look for something to form a core.

(fig.1 what parts I'm going to build this in)

....it's been 45 minutes and 11:00, bloody fucking hell.

Okay. So if I cut these triangular things on the side, I can achieve the squish I need to put the longer bits of the M on to the shorter bits. It's already 14:00 oh my god.

I then spent half an hour trying to improve it, but I forgot what was wrong with the OG one.

Step 3: surrender all planning and wing it.

I gave up on "the process". What a surpise.

So I printed an image of the MS, cut the template out and glued it to cardboard to cut out. I might have to do this twice, I don't know!

We do this not because it is easy, but because we thought it would be easy

-Moon Tzu

Yes. I do have to do this twice. God fucking damnit, my hands hurt a bit. But as the old wisdom of my people said:

Fuck it, we ball.

We masking tape it down, trace one more

Then we cut that bitch out again.

.... fuck it, we ball.

You may think my hard work looks like a pile of scrap, that's because it is a pile of scrap before I figure out a way to put it together.

I am considering a sandwich of paper/card/paper/card/paper to somehow keep this in one piece. I know I'm failing and desperately grasping, shut the fuck up.

I'm running out of curse words. Godforsaken cunty bloody twat of a project.

Good lord my right index finger. Cut it playing with knives and now it's exhausted because of another knife.

Step 4: how to make my art teacher faint

I've slept on it (procrastinated) and asked Chat GPT for a bit of help and it says I should make the blade and the handle slot together. Good idea. So I have to cut 4 more pieces of cardboard.

Everything's a mess and unplanned, my art teacher that spent 2/3 of our project planning shit and not leaving enough time to do the actual project will faint from the sight of all the abandoned parts because I had a better way to hake it lol

Anyways, I've printed out a sword on paper so I can identify problems before I get to it and realise I fucked up.

Look. It's another picture that testifies I don't think shit through (and decided to put the blade together before I worked out how).

Eh. All I'll need to do is tear out the supports and reuse them. Printer paper that's been processed such a small amount is no loss compared to the cardboard fuck ups.

The triforce on the sword is not equilateral yare yare fucking daze.

Step 5: How to not want to see a scapel ever again for the rest of your life

Here's all the shit I cut out. Subject to change.

I had to use tumblr web on my phone to put this here. One more reason to thank me for my contributions to humanity. Maybe it's from the cutting things in surgical white light or maybe it's because I forgot the eat and drink water, but I kind of feel like throwing up. This is how the sharp end is supposed to be cut.

Then just crease the blade bits along the lines, tape it together with clear tape to form a very long blade. Glue the parts together. If you got this far, I won't bother to explain (definetly not because I forgot to photograph any and can't properly explain shit.) Make a handle with rolled paper (2 sheets, roll, then tape), for strength, cut A4 in half (halve 30cm side) roll those bitches up, glue them into the interior of the big roll, only one circle around then stuff it with tightly crumpled paper. Masking tape that bitch onto the guard that sandwiches the blade at the end. Just make sure it's flat enough to glue the seperate parts of the guard on. I actually had to dispose of some parts to make it work. It's also weak at the point between the blade and guard. What genius idea did I have late at night with this thing due tomorrow? Wrap 2 USB sticks onto both sides with masking tape. I recommend using empty Pilot V5 cartridges or like, hard enough pens instead of USB STICKS TAPED RIGHT ON THE OUTSIDE. Anyways, it's done. The pommel's origami (not on photo).

[makethatelevenrings]

The Sun, Moon, and Stars // D. Grayson x gn! reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: mentions of a strip club, sliiiight panic attack

Summary: part of assassin!verse Jason needs help with a mission and enlists you to go undercover at a strip club, but it makes bad memories boil to the surface. Dick pulls you out and makes sure you know just how loved you are.

It was fine. You were fine.

You repeated the words over and over to yourself in some desperate prayer that it would come true and your breathing would go back to normal instead of the hitched, choking spurts of air that kept escaping you. It had been fine. Truly.

This was a fact finding mission that Jason enlisted your help in because he needed someone to go undercover as a server and the club was in Bludhaven. Dick hadn’t liked the idea of sending you into a strip club because, while you were trained, you weren’t trained for espionage or covert operations. You were trained to hide amongst buildings, not people. Your usual uniform was all black head to toe so you could blend in with the shadows, not the stringy and sparkly number Jason had procured.

Jason and Dick were both in your ears thanks to the comms that hid within your ear canal from view. Jason kept giving instructions, pointing out who you needed to talk to and who to avoid, while Dick kept quiet aside from the occasional remarks that kept you level headed.

But then you started to realize how many eyes were on you and you blanched. You were used to being invisible, damnit. Your skill set wasn’t dependent on how you looked but how you moved and apparently, the less than legal underground of Bludhaven found you both appealing to look at because of how you looked and how you moved.

It was like they were admiring a good steak or some other kind of meat instead of a body and for a moment, you were back in that cage as your handlers displayed you to some investors, discussing your worth in the value of monetary budgets and kill counts. You grit your teeth and shut your eyes, pushing back the memory and locking it into the vault of things to address later. You needed to focus. You couldn’t fuck this up. Not when Jason relied on you. Not when the people he was working to help needed you.

“Buttercup,” Dick’s low, smooth voice came over the comm line and you inhaled deeply at the sound of his voice and the affectionate nickname he had taken to calling you after you expressed your love for that damned movie he showed you. Opening your eyes, you took in the glaring lights and vibrating bass that shook the walls. It was fine.

“I’m okay,” you whispered. “Just had a moment.”

“Okay,” Dick announced. “I’m pulling it. Buttercup, get out of there. I’ll meet you in the alley on the left side of the building.”

“‘Wing-” Jason started to protest.

“No. Ask Artemis or Roy or fucking, I don’t know, Kyle. I knew this was a bad idea from the start.”

Jason huffed but relented, hearing the hard edge to Dick’s voice. The whole family understood that you were and always would be Dick’s main priority. If he put his foot down when it came to you, they knew to immediately back off.

You stumbled out of the club and into the icy night air, grateful for a reprieve from the constant onslaught of sensations. Spinning on your heels, you sped towards the alley Dick said he would be in and immediately deflated when you saw the familiar kevlar-spandex weave come into view.

Dick reached up and plucked your comms out of your ear before pocketing it. He studied your face for a brief moment and then he held his hand out for you to take. You knew what to expect and you shut your eyes as soon as your skin met his glove, because he swept you into a tight hold and then directed his grappling line towards your shared apartment. You didn’t open your eyes until your feet landed on solid ground and you found yourself on your fire escape.

Pushing open the window, you smiled softly at the sight of Haley curled on the couch awaiting your arrival. The little dog cracked one eye open and then yipped in excitement when she saw her favorite people. You slid into the apartment and scooped her up in your arms, both using her as a way to gain cuddles, but also as a defense mechanism.

Waiting until the window was closed, you turned to face Dick and sighed. You pressed your face against Haley’s soft fur and peeked out at him from over her wriggling body.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I just…I messed up. I’m sorry for ruining the mission.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he immediately shot back. “I should have said no to Jason. I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”

You shook your head and finally let Haley down so she could run to her other favorite person in the world. Dick accepted her sweet kisses against his fingers and then he stood, stripping off his gloves and heading for the bedroom. He beckoned for you to follow and you nervously stood in the doorway as he began to remove the Nightwing suit.

“Dick, you can’t just hide me in this apartment forever. I…I want to help, but I just…” You trailed off, unable to verbalize your shame at your fuckup. Dick immediately stopped removing his armor and instead moved to stand in front of you. His hands came up to grasp your shoulders and you melted into his touch. Tilting forward, you pressed your forehead against his shoulder and let out a shuddering breath.

“I was just a thing to them. Just something to admire and pet. I was a tool again. I wasn’t…I wasn’t a person. I didn’t have worth outside of what they determined.”

His lips pressed against your temple and he enfolded you into a hug. “But you’re worth everything. They don’t see that and the bastards who took you never saw that. You’re worth fucking everything, Buttercup, don’t you ever forget that.”

“You won’t ever let me forget it,” you joked and he chuckled, soft breath wafting over your cheek. Standing there, in your room, in his arms, you felt wanted. You felt loved.

“C’mon, let’s get out of these clothes, take a shower, into pajamas and then…” He left the ending of his sentence up to you and you tilted your head up so you could beam up at him.

“And then we watch Love is Blind?”

“I’m going to kill Cass for introducing that show to you, but yeah.”

You fiddled with the collar of his under armor and he nudged his nose against your temple, encouraging you to talk. Dick was always patient when you struggled to express your wants. It wasn’t something that you were trained to do. The Wayne family always pressed you to say what you wanted to do or eat or listen to and they always tried to ensure those wants were carried out.

“We could bake some cookies?” You asked it so shyly that his heart ached. He wanted to give you the whole world along with the sun and the stars, if you so desired it. No one should feel timid about asking for some fucking cookies. In fact, his blood damn near boiled when he thought about how you didn’t even know what a cookie was when Alfred made some the first week you were at the Manor.

“As you wish,” he murmured against your hair. Maybe you didn’t want the sun and the stars, but he could certainly get you cookies if that’s what you wanted.

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[laneynoir]

A few quotes from my brother during RotK:

Opening scene: "what the? Oh I thought he was going to eat the worm."

"Oh so its his fault"

Sam: not before mister Frodo's had somthing to eat.

"Sam's got his priorities straight. Oohh do we still have some of your lambas bread? Wait not I ate it"

"Pippin is smoking weed, I want some."

As Eowyn gives Aragorn the drink:

"Eowyn is driving him isnt she?"

Me refusing to tell him who the "she" Smeagol is

Him: "its you isn't it? Your going to eat the hobbits."

Gandalf sleeping with his eyes open:

"Creepy fucker."

(Jokingly)"Aragorn and Legolas are gay"

"Haha 'You smoke to much' "

*arwen seeing her vision* *Oh she's hallucinating"

"Is that baby Aragorn? Oh no, the old guy's Aragorn"

"disrESPECT TO THE BOOK? HOW do you still like her? You stabbed me for dropping yours!"

*Gandalf telling pippin not to say anything* "oH so THAT'S why you say that to me"

*Denthor insulting Aragorn* "oh fuck this guy, Aragirns the one running around t;e wolrf protecting your fatass"

"Oohh the dead city is cool, it looks like that picture you drew"

"DAMNIT FRODO!" (×10)

"I like Farimir, he seems cool"

"I want a job where I just sit around drinking and set fire to shit"

"Come on Théoden, dont be a loser"

"Oh good hes not a loser"

(The ring dangling infront of Gollum/Smeagol) "grab it and run Gollum!"

*Gollum trying to convince Frodo that Sam eants the ring* "Fuck you buddy, Smawise just wants his potatoes and to snuggle with Frodo"

*Denthor saying he wished Farimer had died and Boromir lived* "Well somebody sure is loosing the perant of the year award" "he's sending him to his DEATH, yes Pippin, that is exactly my face right now"

"Oh come on Sam! Hit him harder! Kick him off the edge"

"Frodo- your going to trust the thing that tried to kill you over Sam?! SMEAGOL NEVER MADE YOU SOUP!"

"... I am done with this tomato eating son of a headghog and orc mutantv

"Merry, you nearly stabbed Eowyn!"

"I feel like Aragorn is the perfwct mix of stupid and brave"

"Théoden isnt even her real sad and he's still better than Denny dude."

"Noooooo I wamt to see Èowyn fight!"

"Ooooh its a ghost king. I thouht hey were just people living underground."

"I think the reason you don't date is because you need a guy like Legolas, or Aragorn. Èomer is also a candidate."

*as Gandalf knocks Denthor out* "YES! GO GANDALF!"

"TEELLLL ME WHO THE "SHE" IS! IS IT GOLLUMS GIRLFRIEND? DOES SHE HAVE CUSED JEWLY THAT MAKES HER EAT HOBBITS?"

"How many watts does that star pack?"

"I like Grond"

"So... Your saying Rohan has the most horse power?"

"Oh yeah, because Farimir hasn't gine through enough shit, lets burn him alove!"

"Go Gandalf! Smack the fucker!"

*Èowyn battling which king* "But since shes not a man dies that mean she might acctually kill him?"

*Legolas kills the Oliphant and slides down the trunk* "yeah no, you just need to date an elf"

*as the forces of Mordor suround them* "Wait does Legolas die?"

(Here is where I admit that I told him that Legolas, Aragorn, and Frodo die.)

"NO- WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME WATCH THIS?"

"Good aim Sam."

"The Eagles are here!"

"Frodoooooo whyyyyy"

*Aragorn fighting troll thing* "Kill my boy and see what happens..."

"YOU LIER! IT GOLLUM THAT GOES OVER THE CLIFF WITH THE RING"

(at this point I did get a book thrown at my head)

"YOU- THE BIRDS SAVE THEM!"

(Insert me convincing him that the reason that the lighting is weird when Frodo wakes up ids because they all died in the battle)

*the coronation* "Aw Farimir and Èowyn can help eachother get over their trauma."

"Wait I though Arwen died?"

"Wait so why does Frodo have to go to the inspiring lands?"

[the-black-bulls]

Hello! Original "William is classist" anon here! 😀 It's not just because his squad is strictly noble (though Luck is a good example that he did have other options). It's also that he continuously failed to address the classist bullying toward Yuno in his squad and showed consistent disregard for human life in such a way that disproportionately affects the lower classes.

On bullying: William is the captain and sets the example, but his entire squad was cruel toward Yuno except for Mimosa, a new recruit. William may have been a commoner, but he embraced nobility and its classism wholeheartedly, and this is portrayed in the people that he surrounds himself with.

As for the disregard for human life. Aiding in Patri's plan will hurt the lower class more than the royals, who have greater means of defending themselves. Also allowing Patri to blame all of humanity for crimes of the royals is majorly classist. We know for a fact that William has the knowledge to know that Patri's hatred of ALL humans is completely unjustified when only the ones in power hurt the elves. In addition, he made Langris, who is as unhinged as Luck (if not worse when it comes to killing civilians) the vice captain, which puts even more commoners and such at risk. At that point, it's not just that he's politely ignorant. He's making a series of choices that show his true colors.

It may not be that he's consciously thinking "I'm better than them," but his actions speak louder than his words: and as for words, he is the biggest liar in the series.

Oh finally you showed yourself, “William is Classist” Anon. Do you know how many replies and asks I got because of you? 🤨 (jk)

OK to be perfectly honest I’m not well familiar with William’s character and the only source I take is the manga. I don’t see the anime as a reliable source with character because most of the time it changes things or adds things that don't work with the original source. So I’ll be only talking about myself and my own interpretation of his character based on my personal reading, this will get long and excuse me to use your ask for this half-assed William meta but I have to get this off my chest.

Fair warning: long meta.

For starter William may not be a straight up bad person, but he’s still not a good person. He’s also not a good captain but we will talk about this later. William is a kind and likeable man by nature and he has a tragic backstory, so I can see why people may sympathize with him. However I’ve always seen him as straight up selfish and ignorant and hypocritical person who’s more flawed than you’d think and I love this about his character because humans aren’t perfect.

William only cares about two people, Julius and Patri. He becomes captain for Julius, his dreams is Julius’ dream, he wants to redeem himself for Julius first and foremost. He cares about Patri too, probably even more. He cherry-picks the magic knights with elfin souls for Patri, he commits treason and genocide and other awful crimes for Patri, and he keeps himself silent for years despite Patri’s clear danger (I mean he literally leads a terrorist group) to the kingdom because Patri always comes first. He cares only about two people and is only loyal to two people. For this reason he did not make any move until he found himself between two options, the best of which was bitter, so he gave up his responsibility and asked them to solve the matter, with his concern being only directed toward Patri and Julius, not the kingdom or his squad.

This makes him very selfish and ignorant and hypocritical in the sense that his priorities lie with his personal desires. He protects the kingdom while secretly helping terrorists, he leads the best squad and they idolize him but he doesn’t seem to keep an eye on them or is straight up being ignorant, “as long as this doesn’t harm our reputation it’s ok but don’t do it again" is the reaction I expect from William upon learning that Langris tried to kill civilians, and he doesn’t get any close dynamic with them or with his fellow captains. William also knew that he was doing a big mistake but didn’t stop, and it’s not that he “now” regrets his action, William always regretted his actions and saw them as sins since the very beginning, but again never stopped. He’s flawed to his core and I don’t get how people can see him any other way. This is why he’s one of the most interesting character in the series because I can see where he comes from.

Now all of this will make up for a great character, right. Well, nope. Unfortunately the story narrative failed to address his actions. He got little to no consequences. He didn’t even have to talk or show remorse, his inner thoughts were directed for Patri and Julius with no regard to the kingdom, and then when it’s the moment of his judgement Julius did all the talking and took some responsibility of William’s actions (sorry but why?) then gave him a second chance, then William cried and it was over and we moved to other things and, to quote my reaction when I read that part, What The Hell. This moment killed my interest in both William & Julius. There were so much that should be explored, like the captain reactions, the GD reactions, William’s inner thoughts because even if he’s a flawed person he isn’t a monster and I’m sure he has things to say and think about after the black bulls mess in the trial and y’know the kingdom getting destroyed--- *sighs*

Now back to the main topic, should all of this make William a classist person or not? It’s up to how you see his character. I see him as neither, or both depending on the situation. He’s so messed up with little focus so I can’t make up my mind on this topic. I think the “canon” wants you to see him as not, but his actions give you a different impression, so I don’t know. Man, he reminds me of Nozel, and I’m not fan of Nozel, but that’s a topic for another day.

OK this will be my last comment on this topic this is a black bulls blog damnit ask me stuff about them plz (jk lol), y’all are welcome to share your opinions through asks or reblogs but please spare me from the replies drama 😅

[helaintoloki]

Hi I saw your requests open, would you do #13 and/or #35 five x reader pls? Tysm!!

warnings: language, angst, mentions of blood

* #13: “if you kill her, you kill me” & #35: “help her first” // taken from this prompt list

“I need help! God damnit, somebody get in here now!” Five shouts hoarsely, swallowing down the angry tears that threaten to spill over as he clutches your limp form to his chest. Crimson red stains your skin and seeps through the fabric of your shirt, and at this point Five can’t decide whether the blood that stains his uniform is his or your own. Your eyes begin to flutter and Five pales, gently patting your cheek with the tips of his fingers. “No, no, no, y/n, stay awake. Come on, you have to stay awake just a little bit longer. Shit. Where the hell is everybody?!”

“Five?” A voice calls, prompting the boy to whip around and face his siblings. The mere sight of him has them taking a step back, his frenzied wide eyes and blood stained clothes make him look like a wild animal who will bite anyone who steps near him or his beloved, and it isn’t until Luther steps forward that the others follow. “What the hell happened?!”

“Questions later, help her first,” Five demands before handing your frail body off to Luther. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is shallow and Five anxiously urges his brother to rush you off to Grace for treatment. He attempts to follow only for Allison’s gentle hand to rest upon his shoulder and hold him back.

“You need to be taken care of too, Five,” she says gently. “Look at all the blood on your clothes. Go change.”

“I’m not doing anything until I know she’s going to be okay,” he argues through clenched teeth. His shoulders are tense, but his eyes soften when he quietly utters, “It was my fault.”

“What happened?” Klaus asks gently, almost afraid of his brother lashing out if he raises his voice any louder. Five doesn’t reply, at least not right away, instead casting his eyes downward at the trail of blood, your blood, leading out the door that slowly seeps into the cracks of the tile floor

He had left you alone for a minute, a single minute, yet when he returned he was met with the sight of a gun pressed against your temple and a smiling Handler with her finger on the trigger.

“It really is so nice to see you again, Five,” she had grinned, cocking the pistol with a sense of giddiness despite your fearful whimpers. He tensed immediately, his brain already scrambling to calculate a way out of this where you came out unharmed. “You really didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”

“Let her go.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She scoffed with a smile. “You caused a lot of trouble for the Commission, for me. I can’t just let you get away with that. I mean, what kind of example would that set for the rest of them?”

“I’ll do whatever it is you want, just let her go,” Five pleaded almost desperately, and the Handler reveled in his newfound sense of vulnerability. Five had always been a tough nut to crack, so finding his one weakness was like opening up a sparkly present on Christmas morning.

“It’s going to take a lot more than that to convince me.”

“I’ll go back and work for you again. I’ll do all your dirty work just like I always have. But you have to let her go,” Five insistsed. “If you kill her, you kill me, and I won’t be of any use to you if I’m dead.”

“How sweet,” the Handler cooed mockingly. “You know, I never really painted you as the soft type.”

You gasped softly as she shoved you forward, a small sigh of annoyance leaving her lips at having to release you. It felt as if she had given up just a little too easily, but Five didn’t have time to think about it as he rushed to your side. No cuts or bruises marked your skin, but you were visibly shaken and an immeasurable guilt suffocated Five at the sight of you. You didn’t deserve this, just like he didn’t deserve you, not by a long shot.

“Let’s get you home,” Five uttered quietly, and the moment he turned his back to the Handler is the moment that everything seemed to fall apart.

The shot that rang throughout the air was deafening, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion as your body crumpled to the ground. A choked gasp pushed past your throat as you clutches at your stomach, crimson red staining your fingers as you slowly pulled your hand away before completely collapsing to the floor. Five’s cry of anguish was the only thing you could hear past the ringing in your ears, his figure dropping beside you before glancing up at the Handler through a red haze.

“I never would have made it that easy,” she smiled smugly. “A punishment has to fit the crime.”

Five didn’t make an attempt to argue nor did he even try to attack her; you were his main priority, and without another word he jumped back to the academy in search of help.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Five murmurs gently, unaware of the worried glances his siblings share behind his back.

“Five...”

“Just get out of my way,” he finally snaps, shoving past Allison and Klaus as he makes his way to the infirmary. His heart is racing rapidly in his chest, thoughts running a mile a minute as he contemplates the countless outcomes of the situation. He refuses to believe you’ll die, he won’t let you. You can’t.

Five brushes away his tears in an impatient manner, stalking past the infirmary in favor of his own room where countless firearms lie waiting to be used.

There’s no use in crying over spilled milk. You’re going to be okay, he’s sure of it, so there’s no point moping around when action needs to be taken. The Handler is going to pay for what she’s done to you, and Five won’t rest until she’s good and dead.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Trying to Hold On

Summary: You’re determined to get Natasha back.

Warning: Angst 

Part 2

******

It’s lost on you how long you sit on your couch staring at the framed picture of you and Natasha on your coffee table.

Even though you’re aware of all the time you spent with Wanda, you can’t place when exactly it had become too much for Natasha.

After having dated secretly for two years the woman was ready to introduce you to her team despite your anxiety at doing so. Even though they all seemed like great people, your introverted self had no plans to seek out a close friendship with any of them, figuring you’d see them whenever Natasha took you to the compound.

She’s the one who encouraged you to keep talking to Wanda. Apparently the brunette had mentioned how nice you were to your girlfriend and Natasha took that and ran with it, telling you that you and Wanda would be good friends and it wouldn’t hurt to get close with her teammate.

Now she’s more than upset with you because you’re doing what she wanted you to do.

You wipe your tears and sit up.

It’s not right to even remotely blame Natasha. This was all your doing. 

At the time you didn’t give it much thought. It was just you and Wanda hanging out, nine times out of ten you were talking about Natasha. But that doesn’t matter. All that matters now is getting your girlfriend back.

Knowing that she’s still upset and might be for a while you give it a day and a half. It would’ve been two but the emptiness of your bed, and apartment in general, was becoming too much already. Not waking up with Natasha hurt and you’re not willing to let that happen any longer.

You take a much needed shower and caffeinate yourself before leaving out. 

On the way to the compound you stop and buy a bouquet of Natasha’s favorite flowers: peonies.

Luckily for you the gate is open, saves you the possibility of being turned away before you’ve even tried.

Surprisingly, it seems pretty damn empty when you step up into the living quarters of the facility. You aren’t even sure if this is where Natasha is but it’s what you have to start with.

“Uh hello?” You call from the front door.“ Any Avengers present? I’m looking for Natasha.”

Nerves rush through your system when you realize how incredibly stupid this was. They’re the Avengers and you pop up? There is no stopping a vibranium shield or repulsor beam should they see you as a threat. 

“Damnit FRIDAY what did I say about letting fans in.” The familiar voice of Tony Stark greets you and you tense.

The billionaire, while intimidating enough, is very close with Natasha. Everyone is, if they know that you hurt her there’s a chance they’ll kick your ass. 

“Not a fan. Well, I am, but um I’m Natasha’s-” shoulders dropping you realize how untrue that may be,“ I hope I’m still her girlfriend.” 

Tony comes closer, his frown clear,“ oooohh, the girlfriend. Y/N right? Natasha didn’t tell anyone you were coming by.”

So she didn’t say anything.

“Y/N.” Wanda’s voice joins and you quickly look over at her.

“Hey Wan, do you know where Natasha is?” 

“She didn’t stay with you last night?” 

“No, we ended up fighting and she left.” You say dejectedly.

Tony sucks in a breath through clenched teeth,“ explains why she didn’t come back last night.”

Your gaze snaps to him,“ she isn’t here?” 

With a shake of his head he leaves, telling you he hopes things work out before he’s gone. 

Wanda steps closer to you,“ was your fight because of me?”

“No.” You’re quick to say.“ Not at all. It was mainly about me being a shitty girlfriend. I wasn’t spending enough time with her and not thinking at all about how she would feel if I spent so much time with you.”

Your friend offers to cheer you up and brainstorm a plan to apologize but you decline, instead heading back to your empty apartment where you dial Natasha. 

Of course she doesn’t answer, nor does she respond to the text(s) you send. 

In fact it’s silent on her end for the next week. 

You pushed through your worry and heartbreak long enough to get through your work days only to immediately repark your ass on the sofa and try contacting her again. On top of phone calls and texts you’d had a couple dozen flowers sent to the compound, as well as a giant stuffed Bunny.

Tony is probably annoyed with you but you have a bigger fish to fry. 

Today you decide to just go there. It’s been over a week and you two need to talk. Even if she isn’t there you plan to find out where she is.

You two have to figure this out. Even if she doesn’t forgive you, the both of you need closure on what this means.

When you get to the compound this time the gate is closed so you have to buzz in. It’s Tony who let’s you through.

“Kid the big bunny was genius.” Is the first thing he says to you, giving his fingers a chef’s kiss.

“I figured you’d be annoyed with all the stuff I was sending.” 

He waves you off,“ nah, I’ve done way more for Pepper. This barely scratching the surface.”

“Oh, okay. Um, Natasha isn’t here by chance is she?” 

“No she,” his eyebrows raise,“ is right there actually.”

You turn to follow where he’s pointing to see Natasha walking into the compound. Her name isn’t even out of your mouth before she’s shouldering past you.

This isn’t going to be easy, not that you were counting on that.

Smiling gratefully at Tony, you take off after Natasha. The woman moves quick when she wants to.

“I know you’re mad but making me run is just cruel.” You huff, having to jog to keep up with her.

You make a note in your head to get in shape.

“Natasha for fuck sake just listen to me and stop being so goddamn stubborn.” 

She reels on you, effectively stopping you in your tracks,“ I’m just here to pack and bag and go. I didn’t ask you to come here so you can leave.”

“You didn’t ask but you haven’t responded to my calls or texts. You could’ve just told me you were oaky at least. And I’m not leaving because we need to talk, just hear me out. I-”

The woman goes to walk away but you aren’t having it.

Being the idiot that you are, you grab the highly trained assassin by the arm and push her against the wall, only for her to grab your hand, get out of your hold, and slam you into the wall. 

There’s definitely going to be a bruise on your cheek but you don’t care.

“If you want to beat me up fine,” you speak despite your face being smushed into the surface,“ but at least listen to me first.” 

Her grip barely loosens, only enough to let you adjust your face so your words aren’t muffled.

“Natasha sorry obviously isn’t enough but I don’t know how else to express it. I know now how shitty of me it was to seemingly put Wanda before you but that was never the case. You always are and will always be my number one priority, I just, well, you know I don’t have friends, not real ones anyway and you’re my first real relationship, I didn’t know how to handle that at first.” 

Finally she lets you go, moving herself to the other side of the hallway but not leaving. You take a deep breath and turn around to face her.

“Look, I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you to see me spending so much time with Wanda. To my defense you never said anything and you told me you weren’t the jealous type so-”

She interrupts,“ that doesn’t give you the right to flirt with some other girl.”

“No but it doesn’t help my cluelessness either. Besides we never flirted, ever. Mine and Wanda’s relationship never stepped outside of platonic. Tasha half the time we were talking about you. With how much I love you and how much Wanda looks up to you there was barely room for any other topic.”

Her green eyes roll,“ so you two in the kitchen the night I got back. You were laughing at me?”

“Yes.” No point in lying, she’s already mad at you.“ I was missing you like crazy so she came over to keep me company until you got back and gave me the idea to fix you dinner. We started joking about how bad of a cook you are and hadn’t even started the meal before you showed up.” 

When she doesn’t reply, instead watching you, you get a bit hopeful.

Only for her to walk away. Instead of giving up, you follow after her.

“Tasha please, you can be made all you want but don’t throw our relationship away over one stupid mistake I made. You’re the best thing that’s ever-” 

Her sudden halt in movement has you crashing into her firm back. As opposed to her stumbling forward you stumble back. The woman’s practically a wall of muscle, one of the many things you adore about her body.

Whatever she mumbles, you don’t hear it. She steps further into the room and turns to you. The look on her face makes you frown and follow after.

Every bouquet you bought sits in a glass vase covering every surface of her room, and the big bunny you bought sits in the corner of her bed. 

This isn’t how you planned it to look, not by a long shot, but it seems Tony just put all the stuff you’d ordered for her in here. It leaves the room looking like one big romantic gesture.

“Did you do this?” She asks you.

“No. Not really. I mean I bought this stuff but I had nothing to do with this set up, admittedly I should have, it looks much better than it does in my head. Actually I thought you’d been throwing the flowers away but you weren’t here and so-”

Despite still being a little mad at you, the woman can’t fight the bemused smile on her face,“ you’re such a dork.” She chuckles.

You stop your rambling to look at her. Seeing that smile you love so much on her lips makes you smile. With this better mood you try one more time.

Stepping closer, you grab her hands,“ I never meant to make you feel less important than Wanda or like I didn’t care because I do, I care so much, and I love you more than I could ever speak to. My actions hurt you and I’m so so sorry for that but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you just give me a chance. Just one.”

Her silence is unsettling. The hairs on your arms stand up in your nervousness. 

“That’s not necessary.” She shakes her head,“ I shouldn’t have overreacted. You did hurt me and I was jealous of the time you spent with Wanda but I never should’ve even implied you were cheating on me.”

“Wait so you forgive me?”

Natasha can’t help but roll her eyes.“ Yes and I’m also apologizing.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You waste no time in pulling her into your arms.“ Just promise to communicate with me. I genuinely had no idea you felt the way you did.”

The woman hold you close, arms wrapping around you as she buries her face in the crook of your neck,“ I promise.”

“God I missed you.” You speak into her hair.“ I am never letting you go again.” 

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taglist: @wildhoney32 @thelastavenger-3000 @fayhar

[youngclaire]

One Last Final Goodbye

I rewrote sending Claire back through the stones at the end of book 2 but from Jamie's POV. I thought it would be a nice way to ease myself into writing these two. This is very book compliant, I actually bad the book open next to me whilst I wrote this in order to translate it from Claire's POV to Jamie's and it was a lot of fun. It's not a copy of the fuller chapter, it's been shortened down in places but the essence is there. I've also removed bits and pieces. Uhh yeah...all dialogue in this belongs to Diana and the book I'm just responsible for remixing the words. Anyway, I hope whoever bothers to read this likes it :)

(This is also my first fic in this fandom with these two so don't expect it to be perfect, it probably isn't)

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He wouldn’t stop for anything; not food, water, or rest. He keeps the horse at a constant gallop at all times, scared that if he paused or hesitated for even a moment he would lose all courage and go neither back or forward.

I shall see my wife safe, is a mantra that keeps him riding. If he is to die tonight or on the battlefield tomorrow, he would not take her down with him; not her or the innocent being she carries inside her.

The stones come into view just above him. A cursed salvation of granite and Jamie tries not to see them, his gaze fixated forward. Behind him, Claire lets her displeasure be known, protesting against the idea. Jamie steels himself against them, clenches his jaw and gallops harder, fighting the urge to give in. This was the only way to see her safe and unharmed, he tells himself.

She protests still, even while he urges her up to the ruined cottage. She doesn’t realise he has no intention of parting with her right now, he just wants time to breathe, to think, to let the panic and worry abate. He sinks to the ground, his body cold and his mind racing.

“It’s alright,” he thinks he hear himself say. “We have a bit of time now; no one will find us here.” He shivers, though from the cold, and wraps his plaid around him.

God, he could still see it; Dougal’s lifeless eyes, the blood pooling out of him, the shock on Willie Coulter’s face. How long before everyone knew? How long before everyone found out he had committed familicide?

Jamie’s head falls forward onto his knees, a tiredness washing over him, fatigue clutching at his bones and eyelids. Tired as he was he could not sleep for fear of the images in his mind’s eye.

His breath comes out in ragged pants and he can barely stand the sound of it. He feels Claire’s warmth and presence beside him, uses it as something to anchor himself to.

What happened in that room and who knows wasn’t the priority, while Claire had yet to explicitly say so Jamie’s fate waited for him on Culloden Moor. Tomorrow he will die and all this will cease to matter. Claire will be safe.

His breathing eases back into its natural rhythm, the panic wilting away from the edges. He’ll take hold of Death’s hand, gladly accept his destiny knowing he did one thing right at last.

“I won’t go, Jamie,” she says, as if she’s read his thoughts. “I’m staying with you.”

Jamie shakes his head. She couldn’t persuade him, he couldn’t change his mind. He needed to do this.

“No,” he says. The firmness bites at him, makes him wince. He hopes she can hear the gentleness that lies beneath it. “I must go back, Claire.”

“You can’t,” she cries. “Jamie, they will have found Dougal by now! Willie Coulter will have told someone.”

Aye, that was a fact he had resigned himself to, a fact she must resign herself too as well. He grieved for Dougal, for the second father he had, but Jamie had done what he’d done- he would take whatever consequence waited for him behind that door. She talks of fleeing to France but it’s no use, he’s chosen his fate, set his heart and mind to it, accepted it. A traitor twice over, a rebel, a murderer…The English will hunt Prince Charles. The English and the clans will hunt Jamie. He was dead either way.

“Claire, I am a dead man.”

He watches the tears freeze on her cheeks. “No,” she says but the effect is lost, she knows he speaks the truth.

“I wouldna get very far anyway.” On its own accord, his hand runs through his red hair that makes him a beacon at all times. Not exactly inconspicuous. “I can save you, Claire,” With his other hand he brushes away the tears that continue to fall. “and I will. That is the most important thing.”

Then he will go back. If he finds he cannot do it for himself then he will find it in him to do so for his men.

“I think I can get them away,” he says thinking the plan through. “Even if it’s known what I’ve done, none will stop me wi’ the English in sight and the battle about to begin.” The plan visualises in his mind and he nods to himself. “I will bring them safely away and set them on the road toward Lallybroch.”

“And then?”

Well…wasn’t that obvious?

“And then I will turn back to Culloden.”

He lets out a breath, strong and final as his decision. He catches Claire’s worried look and gives her a smile.

“I’m no afraid to die, Sassenach,” he says, but then he thinks of that door, black and foreboding, the unknown behind it. “Well…not a lot, anyway.”

He hears a sound a human being should never be able to make as arms fling around him. He finds himself surrounded by Claire, caught in her tight embrace as the scent of her overwhelms him. He clutches her back, trying with all his might not to succumb and cry.

“It’s all right, Sassenach,” he says into her hair as she cries once more. “A musket ball. Maybe a blade. It will be over quickly.” A lie, they both know it, but Jamie will them both to believe it. He’s seen men die in battle, knows how horrifically slow it can be but it was better than waiting for the hangman’s noose, that would be the one thing that does not lie behind that door.

“I’m going with you.”

Lost in thought he barely registers it but when he does he reels at the notion, startling backwards.

“The hell you are!” He has a plan, damnit, and not even Claire will deter him from it.

She displays her argument but he will not listen to it, will not give it thought.

“No!” he says. “No, Claire!”

How could she suggest such a thing, knowing what they both knew? How could she be so selfish?

“If you’re not afraid, I’m not either. It will…be over quickly. You said so.”

You said so. What he said was a lie, did she not see that? A lie to comfort them both.

“Jamie- I won’t…I can’t…I bloody won’t live without you, that’s all!”

He had a thousand things to say and none at all. His mouth opens and closes before he shakes his head. Through the gaps in the ceiling he can see daylight dwindling, night approaching. The sky is painted red. Blood of a battlefield, blood of childbirth.

He reaches toward her, pulling her close. He knows where this fight comes from, if the tables were turned he would say the same thing, knows because he feels it too.

“D’ye think I don’t know?” His voice is soft, a whisper. “It’s me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you- then I am asking you to tear your heart out and live without it.”

She lets out a whimper, clutching him closer. He fingers stroke her hair, whispering soft coos towards her.

“But you must do it,” he finally says, feeling his stomach twist and turn. “Ye must.”

“Why?” She is angry, considerably so. Confused and hurting. “When you took me from the witch trial at Cranesmuir- you said then you would have died with me, you would have gone to the stake with me had it come to that!”

He had said all that, and to this day, it remains true. He’d have rather died than to be parted with her.

“Aye, I would,” he says. “But I wasna carrying your child.”

The reason he is allowing them to part.

She is surprised, shocked, frozen in place as she looks up at him in bewilderment.

“You can’t tell,” she says at last, shaking her head. “It’s much too early.”

It makes him smile, brings amusement to him.

“You havena been a day late in your courses, in all the time since ye first book me to your bed. Ye havena bled now in forty-six days.”

She hurls insults at him, shocked he even managed to keep track of such a thing during a war but he had for hope they would have a second chance at raising a child and for fear that it would end like this.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” she tells him, rattling off reasons for why she might not have bled. It’s no use, she forgets he’s seen her so before, studied all the tell-tale signs of her body changing, committed them to memory.

“Claire…” His voice is quiet, not sounding like him. “Tomorrow I will die. This child…is all that will be left of me- ever.” He reaches for her hands, needing some part of her to hold. He casts his gaze to their joined hands, running his thumb over her fingers. “Claire, I beg you, see it safe.”

He keeps his eyes downcast while he waits for her answer, scared she’ll say yes, scared she’ll say no. The silence feels long and he shuts his eyes against the twisting of his stomach.

Finally her answer comes.

“Yes.” A whisper in the darkening cottage. “Yes. I’ll go.”

He nods, swallowing back the lump in his throat, hearing the sound of a flower stem snap.

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After telling her to sleep, she doesn’t sleep himself. Time seemed wasted on that and they didn’t have much of it left anymore. In a few hours he will take her to the fairy hill and part with her forever.

He wanted to rage at the unfairness of it all. To brandish his sword and yell and scream and cry but he knew there was no point to it. He knew that what he had been handed was more than fair, that not many men live the life he’s led and are allowed to be rewarded in such a way.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, he had said to her, quoting what he would say to God when he met him. God! I loved her well. He had, he could really say that. He took this woman, in all her unbated strangeness, into his broken hands and within her found company and peace, a place to call home.

She loved me well, too, he adds, watching her sleep for the last time. Content and safe, here in his arms and their fortress of cloth. He had healed him with her touch and love and perseverance. Picked a broken man off the floor and carried him through towards the light at the end of the tunnel no matter the setbacks. She really was a rare woman, his sassenach.

He wraps his arms tighter around her, murmurs a quick thank you in Gaelic to God and to the fairies for dropping her into his life.

Pressed against her, safe in their fortress of clothes, her skin warming his bones, his eyelids grow heavy and he succumbs to sleep as the first inklings of tomorrow break across the sky.

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She was gone.

Disappeared in the same manner in which she had appeared. Gone through the stones and back to Frank.

Jamie presses his hand against the stone. The hard granite presses back on his wound, her mark, the letter C, reminding him it was real, she was real.

Her arisaid lies on the grass, forgotten in their haste to love each other one last time. Jamie picks it up, bringing it to his nose, inhaling her scent still lingering on the tartan. Tears fall on their own accord as he prays she made it back, prays that she and the bairn are safe.

A cannon in the distance booms, startling the birds and startling him. It’s beginning.

He is hesitant to move, to leave the place of their last coupling, his last connections to her.

Yet destiny waits for him on Culloden Moor, along with his men. He pictures the thirty men waiting for their laird.

There is nothing he can do for Claire now but there is something he can do for his men.

He kisses the inside of his fingers, presses it to the stone and bids his soulmate one last final goodbye.

[trials-of-a-spirit-worker]

MORE Things I Want Y’all To Know

So I try to make it very clear that I make mistakes. As far as we all know, I’m only human (people have suspected I am an alien of some sort, idk why... my squidilly splooch is just the same as everyone else's, goddamnit) and I would like people to learn from my mistakes and then not do them. You know? Do better. 

Read more- Witch History, Basic witch practices, read up about other culture and all that. It took me a hot minute on my journey to start doing it and I regret it. Its like rejecting the tutorial like oh it’s all the same and having to revisit the settings and control menu again and again. 

Just focus on a couple things at a time- This is admittedly one of my biggest issues, because I’m like Well I want to learn about this and this and this and this and this and--you see where it gets bad. Calm thy nipples, Herfeffine Heferfefer! (If you understand that names reference, I like you.) You’ll get to learn what you want eventually. Have patience and learn to be well acquainted with a couple things before moving on to the next. Don’t spread yourself too thin.

There is not one way to read tarot- This is beyond learning meanings that your neat little booklet that you get with a deck. Not only should you try and focus on neutral meanings for each card and not associate them with good or bad meanings, but also how your intuition is working with what you see. Your cards are there to help you illustrate what a possible answer or path may be. Treat it as such. I’ve heard people say go through it as if it were a story being told and I really like that method. Tarot is a tool for your intuition and a tool of divine communication. It is an extension of the mind and methods to see become as individual as you are. 

Just because you feel  like you’re ready to move on, doesn’t mean that you are- Sometimes we get a little overzealous and that's fine. We’re excited, we want to learn, get better, wiser, stronger, etc. But just....hold your damn horses. Don’t force yourself to try and catch up with other witches that you may see. You’re gonna have a bad time if you’re more focused on being on someone else's level instead of just working within and focusing on yourself. I guarantee you, the witches we look up to suffered the same slow grind as you did. Respect that power crawl boo. We all go through it.

Not everything is a lesson or a point from the universe. - Be able to see the difference between a strange occurrence and coincidences and actual lessons. If you’re like me who thought damn near everything was some karmic lesson you’re gonna end up a paranoid mess trying to decode and decipher EVERYTHING. Whooo, just thinking back to it makes me tired. Relax some weird shit happens. The world is weird. Sometimes, you can even catch someone else’s karmic lesson, doesn’t mean you need to get involved, it just means you see some shit. And that's okay. Sometimes you just see a lot of shit and as long as you’re not seeing things you’ll be okay.

Your Health Takes Priority- Self explanatory. Mental and Physical damnit. Your mentor shouldn’t be draining you every time you’re with them. You do not need to harm yourself for a spell like Hollywood loves to do sometimes. Here, lemme supernatural style gash my fucking hand open for a spell that requires six drops of blood. NO. I swear to all that is holy and not I will bap you with rolled up magazines.  Just...be reasonable. I generally trust the lot of you, but there are reasons certain warnings exist you know? Also, I cannot stress this enough. Witchcraft does not have to be 24/7 I swear. You can take breaks. You can back out of things. Relax and recoup when you can. You owe it to yourself. Just fucking take care of yourself mkay!?

NEVER EVER be afraid to ask for help- Some of us (*cough cough* Me included *COUGH*) can be super prideful and stick with our problem like its fine when we know good and well we’re ill-equiped for whatever the fuck just happened. Swallow it and ask for help. Hell, I can tell you about a time where I was dealing with some awful spirit I had no experience with and was like I handled some growly bastards like this before and then it turned out to be nothing close to what I experienced before and got my ass handed to me before I limped back to a mentor like a dipshit. Don’t be like past me. Don’t be a dipshit. Just. Get. Help. Even if it’s just advice, just fucking do it. Whatever it is, take the L and get some reinforcements. Learned this the hard way. Learn from my mistakes please.

That’s all I have for you. Please be safe out there, love yourself and others and don’t do stupid shit.

[h2bakugou]

so uhm idk if you’re currently taking request so sorry if i sent this at an inappropriate time 👉🏻👈🏻 can i request for a scenario with bakugou witnessing his crush getting the same brutal and toxic ‘discipline’ treatment from her mom (like the ones he receives from his mom on the daily before he move in to the dorms) he was about to do something abt it when aizawa intervened first then he decided to talk to her later that day instead. this recently happened to me and im just aaaahh

a/n: Hey babe! yes my requests are open! i haven’t had many but they are open! i’ve been wanting to write for baku for a minute so thanks for this request! i hope everything is going good for you hun <3

summary: bakugou attempts to intervene a fight with you and your mom, but aizawa stops him. bakugou finds himself talking to you later that day.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

wordcount: 1.2k

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It was just like any other day. Your mom was ranting on and on about how you’d been behaving. You’d gotten good grades, and she was still on your back about doing better.

Granted, your mom was only trying to show her love for you in the best way she knew how, but it seemed like the opposite. You knew she was trying, but you just wished she’d quiet down.

She was making a scene.

“I mean come on! You can make that an A. I’m almost upset at you, isn’t reading like your favorite subject!?” Your mom’s voice echoed throughout the building. You were embarrassed. 

U.A. was hosting a parent-teacher gathering. Students had gotten their report cards for the semester and U.A. wanted to bring in the parents and teachers and have them all talk and see if there were any goals that they wanted to see set in motion.

It was a good idea, for a lot of students. 

You could feel the eyes burn into you. You could feel your classmates staring. You clenched your hands together in a fist, wishing she’d just give it a rest.

“Mom-”

“No. Where’s your teacher. We’re going to have a talk and see if we can put you in some extra credit courses. I want to see better grades from you damnit.”

She was treating you like you were a baby. You had B’s. Those were good. You could get them up to an A, but you didn’t need extra credit.

Bakugou watched as your mom dragged you harshly by the wrist. He’d known that feeling of embarrassment and agony before. His mom was always yelling at him, even when she was trying to show love.

It didn’t help that he liked you and wanted to protect you. He wanted to step in. He was going to step in.

Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets and began stomping over to where you and your mother were headed. Until an arm stopped him.

“I don’t think that’s a wise choice.” Mr. Aizawa’s voice was low. He’d seen Bakugou’s face change the second your mom raised her voice. He could tell how Bakugou was feeling.

“She doesn’t deserve to be treated like that! She’s got good grades-” For once, Bakugou wasn’t yelling.

“I know. But it’s not your place to say something.” Mr. Aizawa was angry too. He’d say you were amongst one of the best students in class. Always participating and giving it your all even when the chances of success were low.

You were always helping others too. You cared so much about others that he wondered if you even worried about yourself.

Of course, your good grades proved that you were also a priority to yourself. You knew you had to look after yourself as much as you looked after others.

Maybe that’s why Bakugou liked you. You were independent but loved to help those around you. You were strong too, and wouldn’t take shit from anyone, and wouldn’t let your friends get treated like shit either.

He’d say you were why he backed off of attacking everyone in class 1-A.

You dug your heels into the ground and your mom stopped.

“What are you doing?” Your mom yelled, looking at you.

“I think you should go home. You’ve already signed the permission form for dorms, I’ll talk to Mr. Aizawa about my grades. Just go home please.” You spoke softly. She glared at you and sighed.

“I better see all A’s next time or there will be a punishment. I didn’t raise a slacker.” Your mom insulted you. You nodded. Your mom jabbed your report card into your chest as she walked away, leaving the building. 

You took a breath and closed your eyes. Finally.

You looked around after taking a minute to breathe and spotted Mr. Aizawa. You darted over. 

“Hey, Bakugou.” You acknowledged the spikey-blonde’s presence before talking to Mr. Aizawa. Bakugou nodded and looked away, his eyes scouting over everyone else.

“I’m so sorry about my mother. She’s just not to thrilled about my grades, but I’m thankful for them. I’ll be sure to try harder this coming semester.” You bowed, giving an apology for your mother’s rude behavior.

“Hey kid, it’s okay. You did great this term, don’t sweat it.” Mr. Aizawa reassured you. You smiled and returned to your standing position. Mr. Aizawa excused himself and went to talk amongst other students.

“I can tutor you if you want.” Bakugou spoke earning your attention. You looked at him a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Huh?” You asked, curious if you’d heard him right.

“If you want me to tutor you I can. But don’t go blabbing about it.” He said looking you in the eyes.

“Oh. I mean yeah, that’d be nice, I think I could use some help with math.” You giggled.

Bakugou felt his heart skip a beat. Your laugh was so pure. It was like you weren’t even worried about the scene your mother had caused.

His hand in yours startled you as he began walking away with you following behind him.

“Hey! Where are we going?” You questioned, picking up your pace so he wasn’t dragging you behind him.

“This is not how I want to spend my night.” He groaned. You smiled. Your cheeks were pink.

The cold air from outside hit you like a ton of bricks. You’d forgot it was getting colder outside.

You could see your breath in the air as you breathe.

“What’s so funny?” Bakugou asked hearing you laugh again.

“I’m a fire-breathing dragon.” You joked, blowing out air. The corners of Bakugou’s lips twitched up into a smile.

“You’re a dumbass.” Bakugou laughed. You felt your heart rate quicken.

“Did the Bakugou Katsuki just laugh?” You questioned, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“Oh shut up.” He looked away, a smirk on his lips.

“I’m going to turn into a popsicle out here, it’s freezing.” You joked. Bakugou pulled your hand closer toward him, removing his hand and slinging it over your shoulder.

“This Friday, we’re going on a date.” Bakugou stated. Your eyes widened.

“Are you asking me out?” You questioned, looking at him.

“Yes, dumbass.” He replied. He stopped walking and looked at you.

“And for the record, I think you did really fucking good this semester.” He complimented. It was rare. You weren’t sure if he was playing some cruel joke or not. But it seemed genuine.

“Thanks. You did really good this semester too.” You smiled.

“Tch. I know.” He grinned.

“I’ve always wanted to spar with you.” You placed your hand in his free one. He raised a brow at you.

“Oh I will take you down-”

“I thought you were taking me out.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened at your words. 

“Getting bold are we?” 

“Just kiss me already.”

Bakugou didn’t waste any time. He pressed his lips to yours and you melted. It was rough but sweet. His lips fit against yours perfectly, and it was like heaven. 

He pulled away and smirked.

“I think I could let you spar me if you kiss me again.”

“Deal.”

You initiated the kiss with Bakugou this time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his hands planted at your hips. A low growl came from Bakugou as you gently bit his bottom lip.

“That’s cheating.” He pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours.

“I think you owe me a date, a tutor session, and a spar now.” 

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[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

It For Me Part 2  mob!Harry x mob!Reader

Summary: after getting kidnapped by an enemy of the hollands, a plan of yours has risen and gets into action.

A/N: here is part 2, school kinda changed for me so that's why I didn't post it the day after part 1 was posted but here you go! I tagged those who liked and reblogged and those who asked to be tagged.

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TW: uhhh, abduction or kidnapping? idk but some sort of that. mafia stuff, seducing bad guy?

As you felt you were being tied up to a chair with a bag over your head which was taken off and you had no idea where you were. Just then a big light flashed and you had seen who was right in front of you. Bernard “Mad dog” gledati. One of the dirtiest and young mobsters ever to live. No one ever worked with him, he was dirty and stole money, you knew he was one of dominics enemies and you didn't think you would meet him ever.

“Ahh, Bernard, why am i tied up?” you said trying to reach your bump to see if anything was wrong but all he did was he scoff.

“Ah darling, you know why, your father works for me and he sent you to a holland? I'm quite surprised because the hollands are also a long time enemy and they even got you pregnant huh.” he said as you smirked as he got close to your face you could feel his breath. The guards behind him untied your hands and they went straight to your bump making sure you were okay, Bernie saw your worry and chuckled.

“Darling you know i'm not a baby killer, your baby is fine, i got the nurses to check up on you,” he said as your body sighed in relief.

“Why am i here bernie?” you said getting straight to the point not wanting to be here with him a second longer.

“Well since you asked so politely i need something from you since i helped you out here with your child.” he said as he got close but this time with his gun trailing over your body and onto your bump. You knew he wouldn't hurt you but you were starting to question it, you had to do whatever to keep your baby safe, but there was a limit to what you could do.

“Depends on what it is.” you said very seducing as he licked his lips.

“Well you're not gonna like it,” he said as you frowned and placed your hand over you belly and you looked at him with your “innocent” eyes, but you knew what was up next, but you had to make sure they wouldn't do anything to your baby, they weren't apart of this part of your world.

….

Once Tom and Harrison got their consciousness back they quickly got out of the car hoping you got out to call harry or someone about the accident, but you were nowhere to be seen. Harrison was pretty freaked out with what just happened and Tom called his father telling him exactly what happened.

“S-shit…” Haz said as he realized one of the security cameras from the house were there and  he knew it would have caught everything. He also noticed there was a note near the camera. He picked it up and it said..

               You know who I am and everyone else will know too.

“Tom, look at this.” he said, getting Tom's attention and he too had realized who it was.

They all quickly went back to the house and Harry had been waiting for you to come back and when he realised you weren't with them he swore he was about to punch one of them.

“Where is y/n? Paddy told me she was with you guys and to get ice cream, really? You let my wife go get ice cream in a store, where someone could have seen her?!” he said screaming at them, he had every right to and well he was gonna scream more for what they were about to say. Harry felt their feelings of regret, they both wished they sent someone else, but you were a tough, independent woman..

“Harry, you need to sit down, please.'' Tom said as Harry did as he said and was quite confused and angry that they weren't able to tell him an answer about you.

“What the hell happened?” Harry said, getting impatient.

When they told Harry about you, he didn't even break down, he was just upset with both of them not letting them explain what had happened.

“Tom she's pregnant, Pregnant! Those mobsters will literally do anything to her, you should have talked to me first god damnit,” he said as he left those two and was on the way to find you and get you back.

Harry knew if anything happened to you it would be all his fault, that day he didn't do his hourly check on you and he kicked himself for not doing so. He knew you were strong, but since you got pregnant you had gotten a little more sensitive, he knew how the mafia men acted and he just wanted to find you fast and get you and your baby home. He swore at himself even more about not telling you his feelings towards you, he knew as soon as he saw you he would tell you or well show you. As he calmed himself down so he was stable to find you and everyone was doing their part to look for you, Dominic knew who planned the ambush and he felt quite guilty for it, but he knew he could apologise when they found you. When everyone was ready to set a plan, something was sent to Tom's phone. A video file. He had shown his dad and they had started playing it on the big screen they had.

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You had appeared as a light had been turned on, you had no bruises on you, you looked fine, you had your hand over your belly as you looked up at Bernie as you also looked at the camera, you knew this would be sent to them so you know you could get your plan out to them, you knew harry would understand it.

“Look y/n, i just need a favor that's all because i know all this, the marriage the pregnancy was planned, your father is a huge idiot, but i know your not, so tell me, everything about them, so i can ruin them.” he said as you continued to laugh.

Knowing that you were not hurt got everyone in relief, but the way you would look at Bernie was just a way to keep you alive. Harry knew that none of the things you said here that were seductive to him were real feelings, your mother had taught you well.

You moved around the chair as you looked at the camera and at him.

“Bernie, I know nothing, they didn't even let me touch a damn cup and if a part of me wanted to be with you it would have,” you said smiling at him as he just walked around you and his hand trailed around your jaw.

“Really, well then let just ruin him and his family, we can do it together.” he said as you looked up at him in all seriousness. You looked back down at your belly and shook your head.

“Well I don't know if i could do that,” you said as his grip on your jaw got harder and he leaned in to give you a harsh kiss. You wish you could have wiped your face, but you had to play your part.

“Fine, i'll tell you, they have this thing, filled with everything you can think of, the buried bakersfield cash, jewels, you name it, even that good stuff you like to fill your nose with and a list, it's pretty important by the way..” you said as he was attracted to what you had said and leaned in closer.

“What is she talking about?” Tom looked over at Harry as he shrugged trying to remember if you had mentioned something like this..

“I don't know Tom, I d-don't know...” he said as Harrison chipped in.

“She might still have her gun Harry what if she's planning to attack them herself.” harrison said as they continued to watch.

“Really, and what is the list.” he asked as you looked up knowing this trick was working.

“Well I can't really tell you that until you know i'm safe.” you said as he grew mad and you knew that would happen so you just gave in.

“You're no fun...Fine i'll tell, it's a list of every manufacturer and business they have owned and will own you know its just a stupid list.” you said as he was loving every word you had said. The list was key to business and well money.

“I know what she's talking about.” Harry said as they all looked at him surprised he knew this conversation well he just didn't think he would be doing that plan now.

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You two were late night talking about plans about your arrangement basically, you assumed this is what real couples would talk about just mafia style. This was short after you two had announced your relationship and when you two were just starting out to be best friends. These plans were not concrete then, but your “relationship” got more serious these things needed to be talked about, but Harry’s main priority was you and he wanted to know if you had a plan or not because he would have helped you with that.

“Okay if something would happen to me, there is this plan, I have the bakersfield cash clean, and i have other cash that is pretty dirty. So whoever has me you give them the dirty money, there's also a list, which looks legit, but it's actually companies that have been closed down or owned by an enemy of ours, also fake jewels and you know things that mafia men love, but before hand i will tell them about first then they get it.” you said as Harry laughed, admiring your plan. He thought you were the smartest and he wished he could just say his feelings but even the biggest mafia men are the pussiest, if that's even a word.

“Well that is very well sorted, how did you even think of it?” he asked as you smiled.

“Well my mom was killed by the enemy and there was no plan, so i suggested this incase of me to my father, and well now you know and so will your brothers and your father soon.” you said as he nodded.

“Oh right...I'm sorry about your mum.” he said as you shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it, it was years ago, but she was the best mom ever and she was my role model of what a person should be.” you said as Harry nodded and gave you a half smile.

“What was she like?” he asked as you smiled and continued to talk about your mom.

Your mom was everything to you and Harry was able to see that. You honestly don't know where you would be without the small moments you had with your mother. You hoped one day you would be like her when you had kids.That night Harry had hoped this plan would never be set ever, he couldn't lose you that quick, you meant everything to him even if he didn't show it because he was scared to.

Who knew that it would happen today...

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Annie has forced Ben to grow up faster then he was suppose to. Yall say yall feel sorry for Annie. But I dont.

I feel sorry for Ben.

He finally gets to feel like a child and just enjoy himself. He is finally thriving after being bullied at his old school. Yet Annie chose to mope and make it about herself.

Imagine Beth dealing with this shit for years. Yeah Ben is still a child and should stay in a child's place but damnit enough is enough. There isnt even a broom in their apartment. Her car has a hole in the floor and the microwave sets food on fire. Do something about the brown water (disgusting).These are the priorities that should be addressed. Sitting at home sulking when you could be actually improving your own life by seeing a legit therapist.

Like I said yall say yall feel sorry for Annie. But you really gonna feel sorry for her when Ben has had enough and wants to live with his dad.

That shit was like having a mom on drugs who makes shitty choices and spends the money on stuff to make her feel good instead of spending it on what yall really need.

[fictionalabyss]

We can carpool.

Pairing : Dean & Reader, Sam, John

Word count :  2,990

Written for : @spnfluffbingo​

Square : Neighbour AU

Warnings : AU, Running from the past, fresh start, new life, anxiety and suspicions,  Dean is is a good guy even when insulted.

A/N : I wrote this after two very very tall men (one was like 6′7 easily) delivered my new oven.

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Moving to a new place was nerve wracking, but also came with an odd sense of peace as you looked around your new, and bare, home. Lawrence wasn’t far enough, nothing would ever be far enough from what you’d ran away from, but it was as far as you could get with what you had, and it would have to do.

You jumped when your bell rang and then a knock sounded immediately after. Cautiously, you made your way towards the front, glancing through the window at the visitor before opening the door. Opening it, you glanced up at the man who’s back was to you for a moment before he turned to you again, a small smile gracing his handsome face. “Hi.” When you just stared up at him, not responding, his lip twitched a little higher on the left side. “Appliance delivery?” He motioned to the embroidered logo on his shirt and watched as you glanced down at it. “You are Y/N, right?” he glanced down at the papers in his hand.

“Y-yeah, sorry.”

He glanced up again, another soft smile. “I just need to come in and check out the space, is that okay?” You nodded, stepping back and opening the door further. He gave you a nod and strolled past you, thankfully not glancing around as he headed first for the kitchen. You couldn’t help but watch him as you chewed on your cheek. He was tall, he was good looking, his jeans fit snug on what you noticed were bowed legs, and you couldn’t help how your eyes lingered on his ass before he turned out of sight. Maybe this town wouldn’t be so bad. He came out then ducked into the downstairs bathroom which also housed the washer and dryer connections, then he came out. “Alright, we’ll bring it right in for you.” Again, you simply nodded and stayed out of his way as he headed past you and back outside to the truck parked on the curb.

You headed for the front room and the large window that overlooked the street beyond. You watched as another man opened the back of the truck. He was handsome too, surprisingly taller than the guy who’d come to your door. Hair blowing in the breeze so he had to tuck it behind his ears to get it out of his face. They were talking as the back of the truck was opened, a conversation you obviously couldn’t hear, but it had the taller one shake his head with a smile before he hopped into the back of the truck and disappeared.

Turning, you glanced around what should be a living room and sighed. It needed paint. It needed furniture. It needed everything. You felt oddly embarrassed that your place was as empty as it was. The whole place looked like this. You’d moved in two days ago with nothing more than a small bag of clothes, two blankets, a pillow and an old smartphone with a cracked screen. Slowly but surely, you’d make this place a home. Or, at least homey. Glancing back out the window, you watched as the two men pulled straps over their shoulders, one on each side of the range oven, and then they hoisted it up and started towards your door.

You watched as they made their way up the few stairs out front, then through your door. The man who’d been at your door was backing in, his head turned, glancing behind him as he went, then looking to the walls to be sure not to hit anything. “You good?” The delivery guy’s voice grabbed your attention.

“Yeah.”

You glanced over to see his partner duck his head slightly as he passed through the inner door. Was he that tall? That he had to duck? No, but he was damn close to needing to. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he went past, not even sending a glance your way as he focused on the task at hand.

As they made their way towards your kitchen, you sat on your window sill in the front room as you pulled out your phone and opened a notepad app. Looking around, you started to make a list of the things you needed and arranged it based on priority. Now that you had appliances, you needed food and dishes. You couldn’t do takeout forever, though you might survive a few more days if need be. As the boys moved back through and out your house again, you glanced out the window and saw the delivery guy glancing back at you, a half smirk on his lips before he turned back to the truck as he came up to it. Curtains. You’d need curtains asap. A bed would be nice too, or at least a half decent mattress.

And a job. Fuck. You froze and just stared blankly ahead. It was too late to go out looking today, you had waited around for these guys all day.

You were pulled out of your hole of self pity and list making by someone clearing their throat, and you glanced up, confused to see the delivery guy standing there with a look in his eyes you couldn’t read. How long had you been spaced out and how long had he been standing there watching you? “We’re uh, we’re done. Sammy’s just hooking up your dryer for you,” he pointed behind him with his thumb, “And I need you to sign this.”

“Yeah, okay.” you pushed off the window sill. “He doesn’t need to hook stuff up, I can do that myself.” you mumbled, stepping up to him and taking the pen.

“You paid for it.” he shrugged.

“Did I?”

“Says so here.”

You scanned the form, but didn’t see anything about a hookup service. With a shrug, you signed.

“All done.” ‘Sammy’ announced, neatly folding the shoulder dolly they’d used to move all the appliances in.

“Thanks.” He gave you a dimpled smile in response before he continued out the front door.

“Here’s your copy, you call this number if there’s any problems. This receipt is your warranty, basically. You’re covered for three years.” You nodded, taking the slip of paper he ripped off for you. “Have a nice day.”

“Yeah, you too.”

He left, easily catching up to the other man by the time he hit the sidewalk, and you stood in your doorway watching them for a moment. “Told you she was hot.” He nudged the other man, and you realized you probably weren’t meant to hear that.

“Shut up, Dean. We’re working.” ‘Sammy’ replied heading for the back of the truck to shut it while ‘Dean’ laughed and went around to the drivers side.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t look, Sammy.”

Awkwardly glancing away, you shut your front door.  Once you heard the truck pull away, you let out a breath and looked down at the list on your phone again as you walked towards your kitchen. Maybe you could get furniture tomorrow, and at the same time, see if any of the nearby places were hiring.  Get an early start. Looking up at the shiny almost new fridge and stove, your stomach grumbled. With a smile, you grabbed your keys off the counter and started back towards your front door.

It was time to have some real food in this house. You practically skipped to your car as you thought of all the delicious things you were about to grab at the grocery store.

Breakfast was simple while you air dried after your shower. Popping a bite into your mouth, you moved towels up your list of necessities, right under pots and pans. You couldn’t wait for a good, big breakfast. Finishing off your food, you made your way to the downstairs bathroom and pulled a warm shirt out of the dryer. Holding them up to your nose, you took a deep breath in and smiled before digging for the rest of the clothes you planned to wear today.

“This is happiness.” you mumbled to yourself as the warmth still clinging to the clothing surrounded your body with each item you put on. For the time being you had peace, you were safe, and now you had warmth and comfort.

Turning to the mirror over the sink behind you, you brushed your teeth and made yourself look more presentable. Each little thing made you feel more human again. Another step closer back to who you were before all this shit weighed you down and made you run. You stared at yourself in the mirror, as ready as you’d ever be to start getting your life back on track, but you wondered if you would ever be that person again. Could you be?

You weren’t sure, you were anxious at every turn. Even out here, where you knew no one and no one knew you, there was anxiety about heading out, buying stuff to settle down and finding a job. There was fear about setting down any kind of roots that would make it difficult to run again if you needed to. You felt like you would always be running, but you were tired. It was time to get your life back. Time to stop letting yourself be afraid of every shadow. You were stronger than this, god damnit!

With a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the day ahead and headed for your phone,  keys and bag on the kitchen counter.

Stepping outside, you locked your door, turned and froze.

The delivery guy from yesterday was standing outside on the sidewalk between your house and the neighbors, eyes focused down on the phone in his hand. You glanced around, you’re not sure what you were looking for, maybe help, maybe police, but your eyes went back to him. Why was he here? He had said he found you attractive, was he back to act on that? Was he stalking you now?

Maybe he felt eyes on him, because he looked up suddenly, glancing around before his eyes met yours and he gave you a smile. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off, putting on the bravest face you could muster. “Why are you here?”

“I’m sorry?” he looked confused by that, his phone in his hand forgotten for the moment.

“Why are you here?” you asked again. “This isn’t flattering. It’s fucking creepy.” His eyebrow cocked up at that. “I get that you may think you’re god's gift to women, but you’re not, and this is unacceptable and unprofessional and I will not stand for it.”

With a sigh, he tucked his phone into his pocket and turned more towards you. “Look, lady-”

“No you look.” you snapped, cutting him off. “I’m not interested in creeps, okay? So either you get lost, or I’m calling the cops and your place of employment. I think they’d love to know what you do after you-”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.” You froze, mouth still open mid sentence as he cut you off. “I’m not fucking stalking you, I’m your neighbor.”

“Wha-”

“I live next door.” he pointed to the house and you glanced over at it, finally closing your mouth before looking back at him. “Yeah. So, I mean, you can call them if you want, but..” he just shrugged at you.

Embarrassment flooded you. Embarrassment and guilt. You were so on edge you attacked an innocent stranger, your neighbor no less. How could you live next to him now? “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just-”

“Save it.” he held up his hand, cutting you off. “I’m not accepting that apology.” You shrank away from him now, considering running back inside and hiding for the day, forgetting everything you had planned and everything you needed to get. You wanted to hide and disappear. Licking your lips, you were about to turn away when he spoke again. “But you can make it up to me.” Your eyes shifted up from the ground to meet his again. “Join me for dinner.”

“What?”

“You’re new here, right? I mean, I grew up here, and I’ve never seen you before so you must be from out of town.” You gave him a small nod. “You know anyone? Been out to check out what we’ve got here?” You shook your head this time. “If you want, I can show you around. I’m off today, so I don’t mind, and we’ll grab something to eat after, as friends so you can keep those accusations to yourself.” he pointed out with a playful smirk.

“I uhm.” you chewed your bottom lip for a moment. “I’m busy today.. I need to get stuff for the house and find a job, and-”

“You moved here without a job lined up?” He watched you carefully. “You running from something?” You were quick to glance away, nervously chewing on your bottom lip again. “What kind of work are you looking for?” he asked, taking a step closer.

“Anything.”

“You got a resume, experience, or-”

You took a deep breath and sighed. “Not really. Nothing too recent, anyways.. I uh-”

His hand came up. “You don’t have to explain.” You looked up at him, and felt relief that he wasn't going to pressure you into details. “We might have a job for you at the warehouse, I’ll ask about it.”

“Really?” You were stunned. “You don’t even know me.”

He shrugged. “No promises, and it’s nothing special, probably just phones and making orders and shit.. If you want we can go now and I’ll ask.”

“Uh, yeah.. Thanks.”

He smiled. “Alright, get in.” He started to make his way around the sleek black car he’d been standing in front of. “Unless you’d rather just follow in yours.”

You took a moment trying to remember how much gas was left in your tank before conceding. “I’ll ride with you if you don’t mind.”

“I offered, didn’t I.” he smiled, motioning towards the passenger side door as he pulled open the drivers side. “Oh, hey, before I forget.”

“Hm?” you hummed, sliding into the passenger seat and shutting the door just as he shut his.

“So you don’t go accusing my brother of stalking you too, he lives around that corner.” he pointed before putting the key in the ignition and turning.

“Your brother?” you asked, engine roaring to life and surprising you. Why would you care about his brother?

“Sammy.” he smiled, glancing behind him before pulling away from the curb.

“That was your brother!?”

He nodded. “My little brother.”

“That man was anything but little..” you mumbled, making Dean laugh.

It was only about a ten minute drive before Dean was pulling into a parking lot. You followed Dean into a front shop where everyone, customer and employee both, greeted him as he went past, then he led you through a back door to a large warehouse. “My dad in?”

“He’s around.” came the answer. Dad?

“Dean.” You followed the sound of the rough voice and spotted an older man making his way towards you, the grey that was peppered through his hair covered most of the light beard on his face. “What are you doing here, son, it’s your day off.” He greeted his son, then glanced at you as you tore your eyes away to look around. “Who’s this?”

“New neighbor. Sammy and I ran a delivery to her yesterday.”

“Everything okay? Something wrong?” he glanced at you again.

“No, everything's running fine. She needs a job, actually. Desperately, I think.” The last three words were whispered so just his father would hear, and the older man nodded.

“Hey, kid.” You turned, realizing he might be talking to you. “You got somewhere you need to be right now?”

“Uh-” you glanced at Dean, then back to his father. “Not really. I was just going to buy some needed things for my place.”

“Bring her up front, let’s see what she can do.”

“The store?” you were surprised. “But I don’t know anything about-”

“Dean will teach you. You just lost your day off, kid.” he pat his son on the shoulder. “You brought her in, she’s your responsibility. I’ll check back in a few hours.” He started away.

“Thank you, sir.”

“John.” He glanced at you over his shoulder. “Call me John.”

You nodded and watched him go, then turned to Dean. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to sell appliances.”

Dean chuckled, leading you back towards the font. “You're not. Not really.”

“Then what am I-”

“You’re getting to know the space and people. Getting to know the products. ‘You’re my responsibility’ means you’ll be working with me. I don’t work up here. I work in the back, repairs and deliveries. You’ll end up in the back office doing orders and taking calls.”

“Then why put me up here?”

“Don’t question the old man.” Dean put an arm around your shoulder. “He doesn’t like it, being a marine man and all. So let’s see what you know. What’s this?”

“It’s a fridge.”

“Very good.” he teased. “And that?”

“An oven.” Dean cocked an eyebrow at you. “A range oven.” you corrected and he smiled again.

“See, you do know some stuff.”

“Fuck off.” you gave him a playful shove, pushing him away from you and he laughed. You felt oddly relaxed around him, like you’d known him and been friends with him for years. There was something disarming about that smile and laugh.

“Okay, okay, what’s the cubic footage of this oven?” you froze at that and he laughed again. “Check the sticker.” he pointed to a sticker slapped onto the top of the stove. “Always check the stickers. There’s no way you’d just know that.”

“I’m starting to regret this decision.” you muttered at him, walking away from him and moving towards washers and dryers.

“Oh, come on. Working with me will be fun. We can carpool!”

“Not happening.”

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