#besides skin tags and being tired 24/7

[nobuouematsu]

i've been surfing webmd for the past 2 days which is like the worst thing for me to do rn but i'm so tired all the time and when i move around i get so hot and sweaty and it's sooooo uncomfortable and i'm worried i'm either insulin resistant or have hyperthyroidism or if this is just all side effects from my snri and i should probably go see a doctor but what if i'm just making it all up in my head!!!!!!! like what if they find nothing. idk can i just wake up and feel normal for once

[bamjio]

❛ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 ❜— ✿ .. deadpool headcanonns!

BEING WADE WILSONS' ONE AND ONLY ❛ WIFE. ❜ !

⋆˚✿˖° — CLINGY! it's honestly feels suffocating. Does he know personal space? of course. does he oblige to that rule? he'd rather dig logans burial.

— it doesn't matter, wade believes that if you love someone you won't let them go, literally.

— you'd always wake up to him tightly hugging you down, his arms and legs hovering your figure. don't think of letting go, cause he'll just grip more.

— expect him to go over your workplace and hang out there till the end of your shift, he won't budge even if the manager threatened to call the cops.

— goodness, he's just so obsessed with your scent, skin, hair, face, lips, arms, ❛boobies❜, and everything. he'd rather cut his head off than avoid you for a solid 3 days.

⋆˚✿˖° — CHILDISH! is wade a grown man that kills people or a child that wants your attention 24/7? Well, he's a child that kills and wants your attention.

— him being your husband feels like your with a child that won't grow up, he loves making a huge mess, doing anything to impress you, even fighting Logan for fun to show off who's stronger.

— wherever you both go, he'd always wander off somewhere; bothering someone or touching things that aren't supposed to be touched. and you're always panicking looking for wade, usually takes a few hours until he magically finds you, or you find him.

— loves likes seeing you angry, he claims that it's ❛super hot❜ and ❛cute, looks like a cat❜, so he'd bother you every unexpected time, whenever you'd read a book he likes to steal it and read it out loud, whenever you're on the verge of slumber; he'd either yell or picture your sleepy state.

— you're like a mother always scolding wade, and thankfully he obeys you, like a guilty child. yet his manners still come back like his life, you will never get tired of him though, and he knows it.

⋆˚✿˖° — OVERPROTECTIVE! your friends call it lovesick, but him and his 'audience' call it protecting! yeah, maybe he did kill your co worker because he called you crybaby, but thats besides the point.

— special forces, mutant, anti-hero, killer; yadayada, he's everything not a simple man could protect, call him delusional but unexpected things happen, you could get assassinated while eating breakfast, or worse. It's not being too weird, it's being considerate.

— definitely forced Logan to look after you once, not that he minds; Logan admires you. and that turned out to you finding out and scolding wade, being a big baby he is— he definitely didn't talk to you.

— ❛whos that in my bosses office??❜ suprise! it's wade holding a gun to your superiors head while waving at you, well because your boss threatened to fire you.

— in realities and seriousness, he doesn't wanna loose you. loosing someone pains him so much, yet being annoying is the only way he can cope. he lost so much people and he can't afford to loose you too. and him being wanted and a so called 'villain' in every story, he knows one day theyll figure you out.

⋆˚✿˖° — LOYAL! before the day you guys talked, he vowed that if he finds himself attach to another woman romantically, he'd hang himself. he loves you and even if you didn't, no one could ever replace you.

— despite lotta girls getting attracted to him, his eyes will be locked at you. his ears and eyes will forever be yours to catch.

— won't hesitate to slam a girls face into a metal table if they'd ever flirt with you, even with him showing you off. What's only stopping him is you not wanting him to harm anyone, and he's definitely obedient when it comes to you.

— define bare minimum, cause he definitely isn't just the minimum. his profiles in every social contains either your face, or you and him. not only profile, also his header and posts, tagging you whenever he interacts with his 'fans' putting "with — y/n wilson" "my wife — y/n Wilson" "fbm —y/n wilson" and anything that contains you.

— would you really doubt your crazy husband and his whatever audience? Looks can deceive and he's the frame for it, honesty and loyalty is his integrity, he vowed to you and shown his loyalty, and he would never break it.

⋆˚✿˖° ❛iris — tggd❜ , ❛she will be loved — M5❜.

[thelikesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

So I've never made one of these rec lists before so bear with me but I felt like the authors in this fandom deserved some loving so here's a few that I've read recently(ish) that I wanted to pass on. I’m going to try to do this semi-regularly maybe. 

Pleaseee please don’t get upset if your fic isn’t on the list, my intention is not to upset anyone that being said if you have a fic (yours or someone else's) that you wanna send me to read then please do! I am always looking for new recs for myself) ❤️

REMINDER TO CHECK THE TAGS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS

drink the river dry by Rianne (@rianneeyre)

It wasn’t until they were discussing his discharge paperwork and painkiller schedules that it really sunk in for Eddie that Buck would be staying with him and Christopher. That he would be around 24/7 except for his shifts at work. That he’ll sleep on the couch, where he’s been sleeping for days now to look after Christopher. The worst part is that it’s necessary—Eddie isn’t going to be able to do a damn thing for himself for the next couple of weeks. He’s lucky if he can put a shirt on by himself a month from now. Yeah, that’s going to be a problem.

Or: Eddie gets shot, breaks up with his girlfriend, and pines like there’s no tomorrow.

as the lights go down by BekkaChaos (@bekkachaos)

Buck is trying to adjust the neighbourhood power supply to stop the newly hung Christmas lights from tripping out, but he is not as handy as he thinks. Eddie watches from the bottom of the ladder, knowing things can only end badly.

Under Kitchen Light by WheelsUpIn_Five (@two-cut-lines)

It’s 3am and the left-hand side of the bed is cold. Buck’s tired fingers grasp at the sheets, his brain lagging behind.

“Eddie?” It’s mumbled, barely audible, and receives no answer. He prises his eyes open and fumbles for his bedside lamp to push back the shadows of the pitch-black room. He’s alone, and Eddie’s place is cold.

from the ashes by casfallsinlove (@oliverstarked)

It makes the breath catch in Buck’s lungs. He doesn’t know how it’s possible when he’s just spoken to him but suddenly he misses Eddie with such a fierce intensity that it leaves him aching. He presses the phone to his chest so hard it hurts, but he wants the words inside of him, wants them bruised onto his skin and scratched into his ribs. You’re the love of my fucking life, he wants to say back. What he actually types is just as honest.

Sent 10:53pm I miss you.

In which Buck's father dies and Buck takes the long way home.

Sometime Around Midnight by Bob_loblaws_lawblog (@buddierights)

Every moment Buck feels as if he loves Eddie as much as possible, and every moment he’s proven wrong by falling even more in love. He’s proven wrong again as Eddie shifts so he’s facing Buck, lifting his leg onto the couch so that his shin is flush against Buck’s thigh, bringing them closer.

“Buck.” Eddie speaks his name quietly, like its something precious. And Buck falls even more as Eddie captures his gaze in those warm, brown eyes.

OR a series of miscommunication leads to confusion and mistakes, until everything finally becomes clear.

blue enough to bruise by renecdote (@renecdote)

Two things happen at once:

Buck overbalances, arm slipping from around the bridge.

The rope snaps.

They lock eyes for a second, half a second, Buck’s wide and afraid, Eddie’s probably a match with the way his heart is pounding hard enough to hurt, nothing either of them can do, knowing that there is nothing either of them can do, and then—Buck is falling.

love finds a way by alkaysani (@alkaysanii)

It was a quiet day after a long shift, and Buck landed in Eddie’s home instead of his own loft afterwards, dead on his feet. After a much-needed shower and takeout, he found himself wrapped in a throw blanket that Abuela made for Eddie that he keeps on the couch, Eddie pressed against him, their legs intertwined after the man just dropped beside him, eyes already on the TV.

For twenty days and twenty nights, the emperor penguin will march to a place so extreme it supports no other life. In the harshest places on earth, love finds a way.

“Love finds a way,” Eddie mutters, so softly that Buck’s not even sure if he realizes that he’s doing it, but he’s turning to look at him anyway. What he finds is beautiful: Eddie’s brown eyes illuminated by the light coming from the television, reflecting the white and blue of the snow on the screen.

OR the one where Buck finds love again while watching March of the Penguins with Eddie

out of ashes by ashavahishta (@ashavahishta)

“They found Buck.”

Hen’s hand goes to her chest. Chim stumbles like he’s been hit, hand curling around the back of a chair for balance.

And Eddie -

Eddie’s knees give out. He’s lucky there’s a chair right under him because he just buckles, head in hands, trying to remember how to breathe.

“Is he - did they - what…what did they find?”

“He’s alive.”

“What?” Eddie’s head snaps up.

If you do read any of these, please show the authors some love. Leave kudos, comments, stalk their tumblrs etc. maybe make a rec list of your own? Share the love around peeps and have a wonderful rest of your week xxxx

[phenomenalgirl9]

I posted 314 times in 2022

That's 314 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (18%)

257 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most are:

@jung-koook

@choiyeonjuns

@jinhyun

@honey-boyyoongi

I tagged 106 of my posts in 2022

#bts x reader - 32 posts

#bts imagines - 31 posts

#bangtan fanfic - 31 posts

#bangtan fluff - 30 posts

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Longest Tag: 43 characters

#i can’t watch this movie the same way again

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Tired Cuddles

BTS x Reader

(Established relationship)

A/n: This is my first BTS headcanon, it just involves fluff and fluff.

Seokjin

If your already lying down and doing something he'll simply ask you to put it down and slide in beside you and then pulls you to him. He likes your back pressed to his chest, the smell of you hair intoxicating him. He loved the was your form fit in like a small spoon over his bigger built of a big spoon. He'd just shower random kisses on your shoulder, cheeks and head. Even tired he doesn't forget to tell you how much he loved you or various stuff from the day as he slowly falls asleep.

Yoongi

Yoongi is not much of a cuddler but he has gotten you to the dip in bed as you sleep beside him. Him being able to smell you and feel you when he reaches out. He loves to have you sleep close to him and would occasionally wrap an arm around your torso. At first you thought it was some wierd sleeping habit, it wasn't untill he was awake and you were having the time of month that you realised, its the kitty boy's attempt to cuddle you and since then you really appreciate his little cuddles.

Heseok

Its no unknown fact that Hoseok loved to be caressed when he sleeps and he loves to be cosy hence he ditches his pillows and sleeps on you, as in your chest being his natural pillow, he says he loves to listen to your heart beat. He hugs you tight and you run your fingers on his head, hair, neck and his back and let me tell you, the boy absolutely loves that. This cuddling habit has increased to such extend that at times he has trouble falling asleep if it's not on you.

Namjoon

This boys loves to have you wrapped around him. He lived to have you squished against him head in his chest, where can hold you and play with your hair as you trace invisible patters on his skin. You feel more safe when you are with him, the sound of his heart beat gives you comfort. At times you ask him to sing for you, no not to make fun, you just love to hear it. When he's tired he just hugs you close and sleeps, taking in the scent of you and your hair.

Jimin

This guy is a cuddler and never lets go any chance to recieve some. He just drops all facades infront of you and is the innocent boy with you, well not very innocent but yeah. He loves to be the small spoon as he curls up and sleeps and loves to be wrapped in your arms from the back. He feels serene in your arms and his racing mind easer, when he's in your arms and thus specially when he's tired spooning as the small spoon is on his top list.

Taehyung

This boy sleeps with three pillows in general cause he loves to cuddle and thus, he almost attaches himself to you like a koala. And his next step would be showering you with kisses. He says that the two of you fit like perfect puzzle pieces. He loves to intertwine you fingers and tells you your a perfect fit for him and he is for you. At times he hums melodies to you and those moments, just in his arms are your heaven.

Jungkook

This is a 24/7 cuddle machine and thus tries to cuddle whenever he gets time. But on tired evenings, he likes to sleep on his back and asks you to sleep on him, as he holds you. He says it acts as a massage and helps his muscles to relax. But he also feels better having you that close to him. He just lives squeezing you and having you smushed to him. Falling asleep to his heart beats is now your habit that you love alot.

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#4

I'm a man: Lee Know x Reader

Summary: Lee Know has forever been in love with you, while you were clueless to his and even your own feelings.

A/n: it's cliché but well, it is what it is. A little smut in the end, very little.

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"But WHY?!" you shouted at your now ex-boyfriend. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"

"Sorry Y/n, it is what it is" and with that he left. As you broke down on the floor crying and weeping. You fished out your phone and dialled a specific contact. The call went through a very familiar voice answer

"M-M- Min- ho?" You stuttered out almost out of breath and sobbing.

"Wait there, I'm coming"

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"You can't do this to yourself" Minho said as he rubbed your back in a soothing manner as you were cuddled to his side bawling your eyes. He is not even bothered that his tshirt is getting wet.

"I can't help it, I just really trusted him" you said.

"Well, I told you not to trust so easily. I'll see that asshole myself though" he said.

"You'd do no such thing" you warned.

"Yeah I won't" he said.

"I'm serious Minho, YOU won't go after him" you said "Promise me?"

"What?" He whined, but you pulled out your pinky. Minho couldn't help but feel warm in his heart seeing how cute you are even in such a situation "Okay. I won't go after him" he said linking his pinky with yours.

And he just hugged you tighter, as he hummed a sweet melody. You just lulled to sleep with all the tiredness.

Next morning, you woke up, no sign of Minho, which was strange because it was a Sunday and Minho's bag was still on the couch. Where did he go so early? You thought and as if on cue you heard a knock. You opened to find Jisung, your other friend plus neighbour, and found Minho beside him. But his state, he had a black eye and a burst lip, and a bruise on his cheek.

"OH MY GOD MINHO!!!" you shrieked "What have you done?!"

He was smiling like an idiot and you looked at Han Jisung for some explanation.

"He got into a fight with your boyfriend?" Jisung said.

"EX!" Minho corrected him

"Yeah right. But don't worry, he planted more blows than he recieved" He chuckled, as he took Minho to the couch.

"I told you to not go after him" you said as you examined his face.

"I didn't" he said, but you stared at him "I swear I didn't, he punched me first. Ask Han he saw it" you looked at Jisung who nodded. You huffed and grabbed the first aid kit.

Jisung and you talked a bit about your ex and the fight, and then he went as he had some work.

You were done treating the rest of the wounds, so you paid attention to his bust lip.

"You could have gotten hurt" you said in a serious tone as you as you applied some antiseptic and he winced

"As if that bastard could one up me" he scoffed

"But why Minho?" You said. You didn't want hin to do this, you didn't want him to have to feel bound to do it. It's okay.

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175 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

Jeon Jungkook x Reader: Dirty (🔞Minors DNI🚫)

A/n: 🔞Minors DNI🚫 mention of explicit stuff. I wrote the whole thing in one go. Literally poured my feelings out. Lol, its my first time writing such smut. So, enjoy! P.s: This is not read over.

Summary: It's your 3rd Year Anniversary and your boyfriend has a surprise planned.

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Jungkook remembers very well how he had once heard you talk about liking 50 shades, and he knew, what he wanted to do, for your 3rd Anniversary. Well, it was tomorrow, but he planned on giving you the best treatment from tonight. He looked at the clock and he knew you were about to arrive any moment now. He quickly rechecked everything to make sure everything was in place. To say he was excited was an understatement.

Soon the sound of the door opening was heard and you came in. You met with your bunny of a boyfriend who immediately attached himself to you.

"Come wash your hands and sit, the food will get cold. Change later" he instructed and you complied.

"Wow. Someone when all in" you said with the biggest smile.

"It's just the start" he said with a wink. But as he always flirted with you, you didn't mind much.

Soon the room was filled with the smell of your (favourite food) and you tasted it to find it was delicious. You praised him, as he ate with you followed by your favourite dessert, from this certain place you liked. This was really thoughtful of Jungkook and you really appreciated it.

Then he came up behind you with a blind fold and whispered "The night has just started" by your ears sending chills down your spine. He guided you to what you assumed was your room as you soon felt him push you onto the soft surface of the bed. Suddenly you felt him tug on one of your arm and then the other and then it dawned at you. You were tied to the bed and you could not move. Right that moment he opened you blind fold.

"Hey babe" he said coming painfully close to your lips, as he came closer to the point where you breathe mingled with each other becoming on. Yes a bit closer! And you tried to lean in when he pulled away with a smirk. As he reached for you neck and instantly attached his lips there. "Ughh" you moaned as he left marks after marks on your neck. He kissed all over your jaws and at the corner of your mouth but not where you wanted his lips to be. He then pulled away completely.

He slowly started moving, well moving his hips to some imaginary beat and thrusting just the way you liked. You tried to move but it was useless. Jungkook slowly started unbuttoning the dress shirt that he wore. He was painfully slow and with the sway of his hips you could see his half hard member underneath the fabric. Damn, the bunny was half excited just seeing you tied up.

Finally he was at the last buttons when he unbuckled his pants and dropped it, leaving him in just boxers. When he came to you, sitting over you feeling you up as he literally tore off the fabric of your shirt.

"Ah Jungkook!" You tried to say, but found his fingers in your lips "sssshh" he said and the look in his eyes told you dare not mess with him right now. As the shirt was taken off your boobs with your bra came to vision and you noticed how the boy's eyes turned darker. He grabbed your hips and dipped his head over your chest giving you multiple hickies until he heard you moan and knew your sweet spot and concentrated on that giving it a nice hickey that you knew would bruise.

He moved his tongue along your jaw getting a "fuck!" from you until he roughly crashed his lips to yours. He knew he was in control so when he tried to enter his tongue into your mouth and you didn't he gave a hard squeeze to your ass that led for you to gasp giving him the proper chance to enter your mouth and explore every corner of it. He bit your lower lip as he pulled away and you were left in a daze.

He then pulled down your lowers, slowly and discarded it towards a corner. He then sharply pulled your legs so that you're now lying on the bed with your arms tied. Be climbed over you and tore off your bra in one swift motion. "God" you exclaimed.

"Don't say that baby there'll be nothing holy tonight" he almost growled. He looked at your boobs and the look he gave showed how much he loved you all over. You would never get over that look which says all he wants is just right there, in you. He immediately attached his lip to your right nipple, nibbling and sucking at it, oh how you wanted to grab his hair right now. The way he used his hand to assault the other just left you in an oozzing and squirming.

"Ah Babe" you moaned. As he changed to now suck on the other boob and assault this one. He pinched and flicked your hard nipple and you squealed. He liked the sound of that. His hand then traveled down to your panties and it wouldn't need an expert to know that it was wasted and wet with your juices. He put some pressure over your cover clit while still sucking on your boob. Poor you, all you could do was try to free your arms which was of no use. "Aaah Jungkookie~" you whined.

"Yes baby?" He asked looking at you in the yes.

"Fuck me, please." You asked

"Oh Baby I will. But, all in good time" he said and went to kiss the area between your boobs and came down leaving kisses and occasional bites on your stomach as he blew into your belly button causing your body to jerk as he gave an evil smirk as you closed your legs and thighs tighter.

He finally took off your panties, and went back to kiss you on the mouth. An open-mouthed kiss. It told you how much he wanted, needed and craved you. "Look at you all wet and punny. Tell me it's for?" He demanded looking at you.

"You! It's only for you, Jungkookie" you said and he opened your legs wide as he dived in to kiss your inner thighs, relishing the skin, every time coming achingly close to your core but never touching you. You tried to throw your legs in frustration but he was too strong.

"Stop teasing me!" You whined and he immediately latched his mouth to your core. Giving straight licks from up to down as you moaned his name, again and again as that was all you could think of at that moment. "Jungkook"

He kept licking and sucking at your clit vigorously, and he then entered two fingers inside you. "Ah" you squealed, toes already curling as to grip the head board of the bed to anchor yourself. What he did to you jist left you in a moaning mess, brain in a haze.

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224 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#2

When he writes a song about you (xxx)

BTS X Reader

A/n: I'm sad... :((

Namjoon

He would not even tell you what he's been doing. You might just stumble upon the track while he might be playing it in his studio or working on it. He would be as to you found him before he could surprise you. He of course didn't plan to drop the song in the market as he's shy like that. But he was planning to complete the song and then play it just for you and may be the members.

He would really use pure worlds of passion and rap about what and how you make him feel you to guys do fuck. He goes on to praise you and your "abilities". The members would all tease him for being whipped but he'd be proud of it.

Seokjin

He would plan on writing such a song since you both did the thing for the first time but would keep procrastinating it. Until one day he'd finally take at you lying beside him and the lyrics start pouring into his mind on his own. He'd probably be very private about the song and only Yoongi would know as he is his trusted companion in this case. He would send it to you and then wait for you to listen to it and gush about how well written it was or how nice his voice sounds.

Jin would definitely use very sophisticated words along with sugar coated imagery of what you did to him the night when the lyrics came pouring to his mind. He'd be pretty proud of his work but would rather not let the maknaes hear it. Even though they already know and have heard it from Yoongi's studio, Jin doesn't need to know that.

Yoongi

Yoongi was making a collab with an artist who wanted the song to be sensual so he'd think and think hard. It's when the other artist sends him some parts of the lyrics they worked. He'd read them and he could almost feel like he could feel you through those words and he knew what to do. And the words came to him. I bet he'd get quite a boner by the time he finishes the song. However, he won't tell you, it wouldn't be until when the song is being made for the final draft that he'd bring you to the studio and plays the song for you. He'd love how his voice and the words would make you blush.

He would use the most simplest words to describe the sensual moments in an alluring way that you feel like you're lost in the words. He would certainly first take Namjoon and Hoseok's review before letting anybody else listen to it.

Hoseok

The two of you were busy and away from each other since he had a tour and you couldn't even visit him. This would of course lead to a magical night when he returns. But, he is actually so touched by it that he ends up writing by it. He missed you so much and the way he wants you, he'd put all that in his song. He would write about how only you would be able to make him feel that way. About the highs and lows of your "love making" about how much he misses you touches when you're not there.

Hobi would use a mixture of sophisticated words with a tinge of rawness. Every line would show what he feels for you, the strength of his emotions. He would be so excited that he'll video call you and make you listen to the song. Nobody would know about this song but the two of you.

Jimin

Park Jimin can't write lyrics, damn once even Yoongi had flipped on stuff he wrote and said "You call these lyrics?!" So now sitting in his Genius Lab, he was shocked to read the lyrics he was reading that Jimin wrote. Yoongi couldn't help but smirk at the exhibitionist in Jimin that made the imagery quite explicit. Jimin would get really shy when his Yoongi hyung teased him. But he'd be so excited to complete the song. He would surprise you by taking you to an extravagant picnic date where he'd play the song for you.

It's Jimin so the language was probably really explicit to a level Yoongi had to tone it down to make it a little less personal. He'd flaunt the song with pride to the other members, Hoseok would totally joke "Man, Y/n what do you do to him under the sheets?!" And he'd definitely take your permission before dropping it as a single.

Taehyung

It was a joke, making time for each other after a month of a busy schedule, god knows you missed him. He did too and thus he couldn't stop complementing how pretty you looked naked below him, at the heat of the moment you just said "Yeah, why don't you make a song out of it" never did you imagine that he would. You would not know, of course he wouldn't tell you, he'd just compose it and record some part of it and put it on his Instagram stories. Man the Army's going crazy but so are you.

The words would be explicit, to a level where dispatch loses its shit to uncover who he spoke about in the song. And the company would plead the two of you to lay low and not step outside together at all for some time.

Jungkook

He would single handedly compose the song and upload it on SoundCloud. Yes, you would have no clue, until your Twitter would be blown by fans gushing over Jungkook's new single, fun part, he'd be in front of you somehow when it all happens and HE WILL record your reaction. He'd love to show the members how red your face got when you heard his song about what he loves about you and your body and how he loves what you do to him. He would be shy and contemplating at first, but then just do it. He would be a little worried if you would be angry but, could you really stay angry at that lovesick bunny of yours? No you couldn't, a hug and a kiss and you'd melt right away.

He could go into heavy details but no he wouldn't he'd just say enough to tease. But, only you and he would know what he meant. This would lead on the two of you getting a lecture from Jin about safe sex and Yoongi would certainly marvel at how their maknae has grown up.

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235 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Idol! Bangchan x Reader: LTNS

A/n: ah... This one took a lot of time.. no reasons, just I have been a bit down anyways. FLUFF AND a little bit of SMUT in the end. Hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Yn Ln is Hannah Bahng's best friend since forever, even their mums were close. She knew Bangchan well until he flew away to South Korea to pursue his dream. When he returns home after and sees her for the first time after all these years.

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"Hannah! Are you wearing make up?" You watched Chan ask on Vlive and smiled as you waited for your friend to come out of her house.

Within a few minutes you heard footsteps and a hug as a voice was heard "Why don't you just go upstairs and meet him?" Hannah said

"Nah. I'm fine from watching from afar. You know I am awkward" you said smiling.

"Whatever lets go, I have lots of things to buy actually lets go" Hannah said pulling you to the car behind her. And as expected the two of you had a blast shopping for various food and also including snacks and stuff. Actually, Mrs. Bang sent Hannah for shopping for dinner that night and Hannah asked you to tag along.

On your way back the two of you grabbed some coffee and by the time you both went back to the Bang house it was evening.

"Y/n, you're staying for dinner" Mrs. Bang said and you went in panic mode.

"No. Mrs. Bang actually I have this thing to do at home and Nana doesn't know-"

"Don't worry I've spoken to her. It's fine" she said.

"C'mon, Y/n what are you so afraid of?” Hannah asked.

"I'm not afraid I just don't want your brother to think I am weird or something" You said.

"He won't, That's Chris, he's plenty weird himself" Hannah said as you two entered her room and Berry came jumping to greet you.

"Hi Berry. Hi Berry" you said petting her and hoping for the best. 

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You were helping Mrs. Bang set the table when you heard Hannah voice, "Can't you wear some more clothes Y/n's here" and then retreating foot steps were heard and a sighing Hannah was seen to enter the room. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Of course you've seen and met and even spent time with Bangchan before but that was in childhood. And you never spoke to him after he shifted to South Korea. You've only seen him on screen and on stage. Besides being a Stay doesn't help, you're not just meeting your bestfriend's brother, but also your idol.

"Hey Y/n!" Suddenly a chirpy voice echoed through the room and broke your train of thoughts

"Chris!" You said not being able to hold your happiness.

"You've grown up so much! Your so tall now" he said.

"You're embarrassing yourself" Hannah mumbled

"You've grown to Chris" you said laughing as Mrs. Bang ushered all of you to sit down.

You and Hannah have always been really good friends, since childhood. You both basically lived with each other generally at each other's houses, so this was very common for you when both of you are home. However, it's been ages since Chris was present here too.

Conversation flowed and one thing led to another and you were talking about age somehow.

"Yeah You guys have grown up, but you all are still so young"

"Yeah Chan you're half 52" you suddenly said and immediately regretted saying that.

"What did you say? And what did you call me?" He asked smiling

"Chris?" You said.

You saw Hannah and Lucas laugh in your peripheral vision.

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Faded Black Ink [IronStrange] - Chapter 7

Relationship: Doctor!Stephen Strange x Mafia!Tony Stark

Tags: Mafia AU, Angst, Romance, Idiots in love

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Chapter's note: Last time they kissed. Time to get some plot into this story now.

Chapter 7: Early mornings and late nights

Stephen was glad when his shift was finally over in the early morning hours. It had been a quiet night shift, unfortunately. He was tired, but sleep was out of the question, even in one of the bunk beds in the on call rooms. Stephen had tried, but his thoughts had kept wandering to Tony Stark. To his lips, his cologne.

Sighing, Stephen had risen from his uncomfortable bed, and thrown himself into work. Except there wasn't much to do. No emergency to which he had been called. Nothing to distract him. Even Christine was gone, her shift having ended before Tony had shown up. There was only Stephen and the watery coffee from the cafeteria.

The sun was already rising when he finally drove home. He got out of his car and approached the front door when a figure detached himself from there and approached him. He was a tall man with dark, back combed hair, wearing a sharp, all black suit. He looked as if he stepped right out of a commercial for Hugo Boss.

"Doctor Stephen Strange?"

He spoke with a foreign accent, and with his confident and flawless demeanor, he was reminiscent of another version of Tony Stark. All alarm bells were ringing in Stephen. This man was dangerous. Only his years spent in the ER, which had trained the doctor to remain at least outwardly calm, enabled him to keep a neutral expression.

"Yes?" he asked warily.

"I need your medical expertise."

Stephen eyed the man without any real interest. All he wanted to do was to go into his apartment and fall face first onto his bed. "You look fine to me."

The man rolled his eyes. "It's about my father." He sounded impatient, irritated that the doctor was being difficult.

Stephen didn't care. "Is it an emergency?"

"Not directly-..."

"Then call my office," Stephen interrupted him, circling him to walk to the front door. "Make an appointment."

The man turned around and followed him, definitely annoyed now. "Look, if this is about money..."

Stephen slammed the door in his face. What was with these people pestering him and trying to buy him? There were perfectly fine doctors at every hospital in New York, who were available 24/7.

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Steve and Natasha entered a club in Boston together. Loud and generic music greeted them. The club was furnished in a dark style. It gave the impression of the underground scene, with industrial ambiance. It was a current trend: the more run-down, the better. The lack of taste continued in the outfit choices of the female guests. There was a lot of skin. Natasha saw more than a pair of breasts under fabric that was so translucent it didn't even deserve its name. She felt almost overdressed with her short dress, but was glad it covered everything important.

There were two levels. The main area had a large bar, a spacious seating area with armchairs and small tables, and a dance floor. The club was very crowded, a local hotspot for scene kids that were looking for fun.

The VIP area was on the second floor and they had to get through a bouncer to get there, but that was easy enough. They were invited.

It was rare that Tony sent his people out without him. But he himself was too busy in New York. Besides, it was just a first meeting with a potential business partner. On such occasions, hands were shaken and pleasantries exchanged. People sniffed at each other like dogs in a park, without discussing important things. Tony didn't need to be present for such things. His men (and women) were just as capable of it.

People saw Steve's physical stature and immediately thought he was a thug. Muscles over brains. That was only partially true and sometimes it was good to be underestimated. And as for Natasha; she could step into any role. Together, the two of them made a good team and this wasn't the first job they'd done together. They were efficient, Natasha more subtle, while Steve was more blunt.

They had barely taken a step into the VIP area when their contact approached them. He had dark hair and a scruffy beard. He was dressed in a suit and on his hand, which he held out to Steve, he wore several rings.

"Mr. Rogers. It is so nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Mr. Volkov ." Steve grabbed his hand and shook it with no small amount of force, but the man didn't let on. Rather, he seemed to like Steve's display of strength.

"Please, call me Aleksei," he told Steve in his heavy accent. "We're meeting here to make new friends."

"Only if you call me Steve."

Aleksei grinned broadly and then turned for the first time to Natasha, who had so far stayed out of the conversation. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Nat." She said teasingly, acting like a piece of jewelry being carried out on Steve's arm. "I'm just here to look pretty."

"And you're doing a great job." Aleksei gave her a wink. "But why don't you go downstairs and have fun for a while? I'm sure our business talking will just bore you."

Natasha and Steve exchanged a look. The plan had been for her to stick around, at least for a while, to distract the Russian, maybe pry some information out of him. But if he sent her away so directly, it would be suspicious if she resisted. And she didn't want to make him suspicious.

Like Steve, Aleksei Volkov was not the head of the Russian family that ran this business. But he held enough power to conduct negotiations.

Steve nodded subtly at her. She could leave him alone, he had everything under control. Besides, they could communicate with each other via a hidden comm device in their ears, should it be necessary.

She gave him a seductive smile, which was mostly a show for Aleksei, and then let his arm go.

Satisfied, the Russian led Steve to a private booth in the back of the VIP area and ordered them some vodka.

Back in the main area on the first floor, Natasha disappeared into the crowd of dancers, to shake off potential curious glances. The change of plan wasn't dramatic. It just meant that she had more time for phase two.

There was another door that was guarded by a bouncer. It was near the bar and she made her way through the crowd. On the way, she switched her comm to mute so that Steve would not be distracted by the noises.

She went to the bar near the door and ordered a drink, keeping an eye on the bouncer. The drink she got had a color gradient from yellow to red and was decorated with skewered fruits. She put them between your lips and pulled out the skewer as she waited for an opportunity.

It didn't take long until she took a sip of her drink, before she abandoned it and slipped through the door while the bouncer was shortly distracted.

Behind the door was a short corridor. From the other end she heard another music, an upbeat house rhythm. She walked through an open door and stood in another world.

Lightly dressed women and young men moved between the patrons, who sat in groups in various seating areas. They poured them alcohol or discreetly handed them other sensory-altering substances. The air seemed fogged with the smoke of cigarettes and shisha, making everything seem even more surreal. This was the club's secret drug den.

The guests were mostly men and Natasha picked up a wide variety of languages. She couldn't make out any individual words, the voices were muffled. It was a hidden world that one should only enter if they had a plan B to get out, because otherwise it would eat them, swallow them and never spit them out again. It was dangerous.

The staff was a mix of young women and men - some of them almost still children - who kept the guests company. All of them were selected because of their physical features. Now and then they laughed when a guest made a joke or they entertained them with a dance. Some of the guests had a whole crowd of the pretty accessories gathered around them, getting their shoulders massaged by one, while another giggled on their lap and handed them their cigarette, and a third fed them.

Natasha knew exactly where this was going when a few more dollars changed hands and some hot words were whispered in one ear.

And she was exactly heading for one of these men. She recognized him immediately from the description. Constantine Zimin was neither handsome nor particularly rich. In fact, he had a tendency to be a little bit overweight, had thinning hair and a hideous mustache. Nevertheless, he had gathered around him three young, pretty women who read his every wish from his eyes. He was a black market trader and sold about anything for just the right price.

Natasha couldn't let on that she was tense. She had to give the impression that she knew exactly what she was doing. Only then her plan would work. She had to look like she belonged here.

After she had briefly assessed the situation and found it to be good, she walked purposefully toward the group. On the way, she pilfered a plate of snacks and small treats, which she brought, her hips swinging.

Cheekily, she settled down next to Zimin, offering him the small selection of snacks. "Would you like something?" she asked in a tone as sweet as the treats on her tray.

Zimin only looked briefly at the food and then eyed Natasha with much more interest. "That really looks delicious," he commented, taking a date and slipping it between his lips before putting his arm around her waist.

Normally, he would have a gun to his throat for that. But now she put on a fake smile and put her hand on his shoulder after setting the tray aside. With her other hand, she secretly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a microchip. To make it disappear hidden in her cleavage from the eyes of the others, she leaned over to him and playfully pressed a kiss on his cheek. Then she grabbed her tray again and stood up.

Zimin reached out to keep her with him, but she was nimble and out of reach before he could lay a finger on her. He had no need to call out to her. There were enough other women around him to give him their attention.

She made a slight detour to avoid attracting attention while heading for the door to the front club area. She had almost reached it, when she suddenly heard an angry shout from behind. Turning her head a bit, she saw that Zimin had jumped up and was scanning his pockets. His gaze scanned the room as he failed to find what he had lost, and his finger pointed accusingly and angrily at Natasha when he spotted her. Shit, she was busted.

Immediately, she started running, no longer caring about being subtle. A man in dark clothes put himself in her path, no doubt a guard. She dropped the snacks from her tray and hurled it in his face like a Frisbee. It distracted him enough for her to dive off the side of him and then slid through the door into the narrow hallway.

The guards must be connected via comm, because before she even reached the other end of the hallway, the door opened and along with the music, two more guards appeared. They wanted to take her out before she disturbed the other club patrons.

Natasha silently cursed her much too short dress. It was not designed for a fight and revealed a lot while she was moving. She would be an amateur, though, if she let that stop her.

She was at a disadvantage because she didn't have any weapons with her, but the security did. Natasha jumped and landed on the shoulder of one of the guards, using the momentum to acrobatically twirl around him. Now the man had no weapon and Natasha tasered him in the neck. He gave a short gurgle and fell to the ground like a puppet without strings. Natasha rolled elegantly and dodged a punch from the other guy. They met in a hand to hand combat fight from which the young woman emerged victorious.

She took the pistol from his belt, even though she didn't plan to use it in the club. Too many civilians were present. But it was always good to have a backup plan.

Back on her feet, she unmutes her comm. "Steve, we might have a problem."

She had not paid attention to the voices in her comm during the two minutes that the fight had lasted. But now she heard shouts and the breaking of glass from his end.

Natasha hurried through the crowd in the club toward the VIP area, but before she reached the door, Steve approached her. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along.

He clearly had already given out a few punches - his hair was disheveled and a button was missing from his suit. They had arrived together – as far as Volkov knew, Steve had only be a distraction for her scheme.

"What happened?" Steve asked as they quickly made their way through the guests. Some of them noticed the commotion and unrest was spreading. But not enough for panic.

"I had a disagreement with someone." That was as vague as it was meaningless.

Steve said nothing but it was clear that he disapproved of her actions. But now the damage was done. No need to shed tears over it. Time to get out.

Together they rushed to the main entrance. Just as they stepped into the cool air outside, they heard the boots of more guards. Shots were fired and Natasha and Steve duck behind some cars. The people that stood in the queue waiting to get inside, screamed and chaos broke.

Steve heard a low whirring sound before an arrow hit one of the guards. A second followed immediately. Clint sat in the building across the street as backup. Keeping his eyes open, he was supposed to watch their backs in case something didn't go according to plan.

It gave Natasha and Steve the seconds they needed. Gritting their teeth, they kept running. There was no alternative. Stopping means dying. Or worse.

They managed to escape in the darkness of the night.

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The night club visit is totally a reference to the opening of CATWS when Nat and Steve get onto that boat. They're a great duo. Any idea who Stephen's visitor could be?

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

unfair ii, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: You know how you end up fucking your next door neighbor and her boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook? No? Oh. Well, I guess that’s just Min Yoongi’s predicament then. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; smut (fem reader, threesome, shower sex, cum eating, f and m-receiving oral, cowgirl, nipple vibrators are involved); soft fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then switches to you, Jungkook is pretty much mad horny 24/7; Yoongi just wants to be cuddled mentally and physically; ft. a poor soul who was only trying to deliver pizza...

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Through a series of events, Min Yoongi now had two problems. He was quite sure these were not problems anyone else had. Actually, he was positive that no one else could relate to his two very distinct problems, one of which was in front of him right this very moment.

“Yoongi-ssi.”

The slight amount of disrespect should have annoyed him, but these were different circumstances.

“You need to be patient like everyone else.”

Slam.

Now Yoongi’s slim wrists were pinned against the wall with strong hands, one tattooed, one not. His problems weren’t bad per se. Inconvenient, perhaps. They made his life difficult. Hard, even. A very solid weight pressed against his crotch. He shifted his eyes away, lips twisted in a small pout.

“… What do you mean, like everyone else?”

A low chuckle. Yoongi felt lips on his neck. His muscles tensed and he drew in a sharp breath as those lips began to graze over his skin. Familiar lips now, lips that he thought way too much about and much too inappropriate times. Lips that set his skin on fire and made him grit his teeth to avoid sounding too pathetic.

“Aw, are you jealous? Afraid we’ll be interested in someone else?”

Him, Min Yoongi, jealous? No, of course not. He had never been jealous in his entire life. Jealousy was linked to sin and Yoongi wasn’t that kind of person. He was a kind boy. A good soul. He had also never felt lust either. Never.

Those firm hips rolled against his and Yoongi almost gasped, biting on his tongue.

“Don’t worry, it will always be only you for us, love.”

Yoongi stared up at the ceiling. The higher power up there put him in this position. He did not ask for this. He did not ask for his heart to skip two beats at those words. He did not ask for Jeon Jungkook to be this sexy, this sweet, and this rough all at once. Was this how he was going to go? Was he going to die by sensory overload from Jeon Jungkook’s hotness? Probably.

Not the worst way to go.

“… You’re breaking the rules.”

Jungkook lifted his head, smirk on his lips and eyes half-lidded. “You broke them first,” he shot back, tongue between his teeth, quirking his eyebrows.

Holy fuck.

A minute before, Jungkook had been in the bedroom, chatting with Yoongi about… something. Yoongi couldn’t remember, because he was distracted. Jungkook had come home from walking Holly and was in the middle of telling him some story. Holly was passed out in the living room, living his best life. Yoongi, however, had been staring at Jungkook pulling off his white t-shirt, lifting it over his head and shoulders. Tattoos against the tan skin of his right arm, back muscles flexing as he stripped. Maybe, just maybe, Yoongi had lifted his hand and touched Jungkook’s back, just for a second. Traced a muscle, mouth slightly open, awed at how a human body could be so different from his.

“You’re not supposed to imitate sex until we’re all together,” Jungkook purred.

Yoongi’s eyes flitted away from Jungkook’s amused expression. “It wasn’t sexual.”

“Hmm.”

Yoongi shifted his eyes back to those brown eyes framed by long dark hair. His problem was making him very, very hard right now. Ah, he meant, the moment was difficult–

Jungkook’s pink tongue slid out and licked Yoongi’s lips, the lightest, hottest touch.

Fuuuuuck.

The front door opened. Sounds of shoes being removed, a soft sigh. Holly barked and there was a jangle of dog tags paired with a cheerful laugh and cooing noises. He could hear Holly’s fur being ruffled by pets.

“How was your day, Holly? Hopefully not as tiring as mine.”

Holly made a soft woof. Footsteps. And then she rounded the corner.

Problem number two.

Dressed in a tailored black skirt suit, white shirt, and a red tie. Molded perfectly to her hips and her sharply legs. Arm raised, slowly pulling her hairpin out of her hair, which tumbled down onto her shoulders, cascading around her cheeks. The prettiest eyes Yoongi had ever seen, the kind of eyes that kept him rooted in place – well, besides the larger man literally pressing him against the wall. She cocked an eyebrow at them.

“Jungkook,” she said slowly, leaning against the doorframe. That fucking line of her fucking body, every fucking curve held in that skirt suit. Was that even legal to wear in public? For Yoongi, it would definitely cause some complications. “I simply can’t guess what you want to do tonight.”

Jungkook grinned. “I didn’t start it.”

She chuckled. “Of course, you didn’t, darling.” Her eyes shifted to Yoongi. “How are you tonight, Yoongi, my love?”

These two were giving him constant heart arrhythmia. He was pretty sure his ears and his cheeks were both red.

“F-fine.”

-

The second you laid down those ground rules, you knew Jungkook was going to break them. That’s why you made them, of course. He always had that mischievous streak about him. Your initial meeting had been at the gym he worked at. You had signed up for a personal training session, just to see if it was something to commit to. Jungkook made you commit to something, all right. Were you two tangled in the sheets after your first or second meeting? You couldn’t remember.

You asked him why he had been so forward at the time and his response had been, “Excuse me, do you see yourself in the mirror? Literally every single guy at the gym was staring at you.”

“I didn’t see such a thing, Jungkook.”

“That’s because your eyes were on me.”

Moving out of your parents’ home had been a nice change. No longer did you have to worry about your parents accidentally hearing certain things. And the cherry on top had been a certain someone, a certain someone who was very, very interesting. Jungkook had eagerly nudged you the first time you two saw him innocently walking his dog.

“Let’s fuck him.”

“Excuse me?”

That devious smile. “Come on. You know you want to.”

Your raised eyebrows. “I do? I think you do.”

His mouth on your neck, making you melt. “I know we have similar taste, darling. Look at that cute, precious face. Don’t you want to sit on it?”

Poor clueless Min Yoongi had no idea what was coming as he trotted along the sidewalk with an excited Holly. He had no idea what you two were planning, how difficult his life was going to become, or what situations you two were going to put him in. For instance, he was currently sandwiched between you and Jungkook as water rained down on the three of you. The double showerheads had been a smart investment. You calmly worked shampoo into your hair, rubbing your ass against Yoongi’s hard cock as Jungkook held his arms behind his back, also rubbing his cock against Yoongi’s ass.

“T-this is not a shower,” Yoongi hissed out, throwing his head back as the head of his cock rubbed right between your ass cheeks.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook chuckled. “She’s shampooing her hair right now.”

The shampoo was dripping down your back, adding slick lubrication to an already dire situation for Yoongi. You reached back and pressed the head down in between your ass, creating a tighter crevice as Yoongi rolled his hips into you. Jungkook was humping Yoongi’s ass and making him lurch forward, increasing the speed by a few notches. You turned your head slightly with a smile, seeing Yoongi losing his control and Jungkook smirking at you.

“Fucking shit,” Yoongi moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Jungkook let go of his arms and gripped Yoongi’s hips instead, pushing his cheeks together, inhaling sharply.

“You have a great ass, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook murmured, lips on his shoulder, kissing lightly as he roughly thrust his hips up his ass cheeks, the head of his cock grazing Yoongi’s lower back.

Yoongi gasped, eyelids fluttering. “Not as nice as hers,” he mumbled back, chest heaving.

You squeezed Yoongi’s cock a little tighter. “Why, thank you.”

You watched Yoongi’s hands clench into fists as he shut his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he came, shooting warm, sticky cum up your back. You grinned and rubbed your ass against his crotch as the last residual bursts came, the sensitive head buried in between your ass cheeks as he shuddered, leaking into your tight crack.

You heard Jungkook hiss as he orgasmed, clamping Yoongi’s ass around his cock, jaw clenched tight, eyes closed. He seemed to feel your gaze and his eyes opened, paired with a cocky smile. Your name dropped from Jungkook’s lips, so low, so sexy.

“A gift for you.”

Jungkook spun Yoongi around at the waist and you dropped to your knees, tongue already out and slurping up Jungkook’s cum as he kissed Yoongi. Yoongi’s entire body was shivering, softly moaning to Jungkook’s mouth as your tongue slid low in between his ass. Jungkook really knew how to make you wetter than the fucking shower itself, sucking his cum out of Yoongi’s ass cheeks. You nipped at the skin and Yoongi whimpered into Jungkook’s mouth.

“You’re not being fair,” Yoongi hissed, trying to pull away.

Jungkook smiled.

“You don’t want fair, now do you?”

-

“What do you want on your pizza?”

Yoongi grunted. “Don’t care.”

You poked Yoongi in the chest.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

Jungkook pressed you down further. “He’s embarrassed,” he purred.

You looked up at Yoongi, who was scrolling on his phone and trying not to look at you. Either of you, for that matter. Yoongi was laying on the bed, in a gray t-shirt and his boxer briefs, with you on his lap and chest. Red bra and panties, with a black silk robe. Jungkook leaned against your back, shirtless and in his black sweatpants. Jungkook was also on his phone, ordering pizza. For some mysterious reason, you three were too tired to cook, thus the pizza.

You reached up and brushed Yoongi’s bangs out of his eyes. His mouth thinned into a line and he put his phone down on his chest. His eyes closed as you pet his dark hair. You smiled. Yoongi could act grumpy all he wanted. You saw right through him.

Yoongi let out a soft huff as Jungkook bounced on you a little. “I’m fine.”

You cupped his round cheek gently. “You can tell us, Yoongi.”

He cracked an eye open. “Too... much attention on me,” Yoongi mumbled. He puffed his cheeks and closed his eye again at your foxy smile. Well, Jungkook and you were generous lovers, after all.

“Pizza ordered and paid for.”

Jungkook’s phone bounced on the bed as he dropped it. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lovingly kissing your shoulders. Unsurprisingly, you felt your robe being pulled down a little as he kissed down your back. You placed your arms on Yoongi’s chest, chin on top.

“I love you.”

When Yoongi didn’t respond, you poked him again. He frowned and opened his eyes barely a sliver. You gazed up at him expectantly. His ears were turning red. You had said it before. Jungkook had said it before. But getting it out of Yoongi was proving to be more difficult.

“Jungkook, your girlfriend is in love with me,” Yoongi muttered. He was still looking at you, not closing his eyes.

“Me too, so you better say it back to her,” Jungkook replied cheerfully, an edge of danger in his voice.

Yoongi puffed his cheeks lightly again. “I’m being threatened by your boyfriend,” he said to you.

You stared deep into those dark brown eyes. You lifted your head, moving closer to Yoongi’s face. Your silk robe was sliding down your arms, thanks to Jungkook’s insistence.

“I love you,” you said again, voice husky and seductive.

Yoongi sucked in his lower lip anxiously.

Your head dipped down, lips softly touching his. You softly breathed into his mouth. He whimpered, tongue touching the edge of your lips. You sucked on it lightly, the tip of yours entwining with his. You mouthed the words again against his lips and he mouthed them back. The robe was leaving you completely now. You broke apart from Yoongi, smiling as Jungkook’s hands traveled up your belly.

Yoongi swallowed, nervousness fluttering in his expression.

“You say it… so easily.”

You frowned slightly. “Is that bad?”

Yoongi’s eyes shifted to the head of hair behind you, hearing his soft kisses on your back. You reached over and brushed your fingers against Yoongi’s cheek. His eyes flickered back to you, wordless.

“Jungkook and I are very happy to be with you.”

You could see the confliction on his face. You felt Jungkook raise his head and place it on your shoulder, arms around your waist. Yoongi seemed sensitive, aware of the two of you watching him as he struggled internally.

“Aren’t you happy… with just Jungkook?”

Ah.

You turned your head to look at Jungkook. He nuzzled your nose, smiling.

“Are you happy, darling?” you whispered against his lips.

“With you, always.”

You turned back to Yoongi and smiled down at him. His brown eyes were unsure, looking down, somewhat ashamed. As if he walked in on something he shouldn’t have. As if he wasn’t meant to be here. You placed your hands on his cheeks and gently lifted his face, forcing him to look at you and Jungkook.

“Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook said quietly. “You don’t have to worry. We want to love you.”

“Why?”

Yoongi’s voice cracked, just a little. He wrapped one of his hands around one of your wrists, blinking fast to push away his tears.

“I… I shouldn’t have… You two were happy without me…”

“Shh.”

You leaned down and placed kisses on his cheeks. His hand on your wrist trembled. Maybe he was scared. Scared he might ruin your relationship. Scared he might just be a toy in both of your hands, only used for fun. Scared he might lose you two when you get bored. Scared that it was all a fleeting happiness, a moment of lust that would disappear all too soon.

“Just want to make you happy, Yoongi,” you murmured against his skin. “Just want to be around you and hold you in my arms and wake up next to you every day.”

You felt Jungkook bend down and kiss Yoongi on the forehead. “Just want to see your face,” Jungkook continued softly. “Pour all of our love into you until you can’t take any more and then give you even more. You make us so, so happy.”

Jungkook and you pulled back a little, giving Yoongi some room to breathe. He sniffled sheepishly and wiped his eyes, frowning slightly. His eyes flickered from Jungkook and then to you.

“Hah… I didn’t need all that,” he mumbled clumsily.

“But you wanted to hear it anyway,” Jungkook replied playfully.

Yoongi turned his head away, blinking quickly. You tried not to smile at his shyness.

“Why would you even think… to add another?”

You rubbed the back of your head. “Well… actually, we both saw you at the same time and, ah, it wasn’t really planned.” You laughed a little. “We thought you were going to run away or just leave it at as a one-time thing.” You leaned down as Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. “Imagine our surprise when you knocked on the door once again.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You guys were literally fucking on our shared wall.”

“Maaaaaaybe…”

“If you were going to make a ruckus, at least let me enjoy too,” Yoongi grumbled.

You gently turned Yoongi’s face back towards you, dropping your head as Jungkook unhooked your bra.

“Now you can enjoy all the time.”

Your hands slid down his clothed chest. Yoongi gasped against your lips, suddenly feeling your bare breasts against the thin fabric. Jungkook was pulling your red panties down your legs, tossing them who-knows-where. You moaned as you felt Jungkook’s tongue on your wetness, licking a thick stripe up your slit. He stuck his tongue inside you, pushing it in once, twice. You squeezed the muscle with your pussy as you pulled Yoongi to you. Jungkook lifted you up, ass in the air, legs spread. He coated his tongue with your slick juices before flicking your clit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…” you whined, clutching onto Yoongi’s shirt and rubbing your tits against his chest. Yoongi inhaled sharply, gently nudging you.

“Let me take it off,” Yoongi chuckled. You frowned as you released him. Jungkook sucked on your clit as Yoongi pulled his gray t-shirt over his head, his hair fluffy as it was disturbed. You crawled up his chest and kissed him deeply, moaning as you felt his large hands on your breasts, kneading them roughly. You felt Jungkook slide one of his fingers inside you, teeth nipping at your ass.

“Mmm…”

You lifted your head. Yoongi smirked underneath you, pinching your nipples as Jungkook pushed another finger in your pussy. You bit your lip, moaning their names as Jungkook began to finger-fuck you, his free hand gripping your hip. You felt Yoongi press his thumbs against your nipples and rub them in circles, your body rocking upwards from the force of Jungkook’s fingers. You vaguely heard Yoongi call your name and you looked down at him, head fuzzy with pleasure.

“Y-yes?”

His pink lips so pretty, softly turned upward towards you.

“Kiss me.”

You leaned down and kissed him, whining as Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you to lick your pussy again, rubbing his slick fingertips on your clit. You moaned into Yoongi’s mouth and he caught your tongue, sucking on it. He pinched your nipples once again, hard, and it pushed you over the edge, gasping as you came in Jungkook’s mouth, his tongue lapping you up, smearing it all over your pussy.

You broke out of Yoongi’s kiss, trying to catch your breath. You felt movement under you and heard Yoongi’s surprised yelp as Jungkook yanked his underwear down his legs.

“Jungkook, what–”

You couldn’t even finish your question because Jungkook pushed your hips down with one hand, using his other to push Yoongi’s semi-hard dick up. Yoongi gasped as your wet, dripping pussy planted straight onto his balls and the base of his cock, immediately coating them with your orgasm and Jungkook’s saliva. The position left the head of Yoongi’s cock against his lower belly and your slippery pussy on his length and balls.

You felt Jungkook’s lips against your ear.

“Don’t move.”

You frowned slightly at Jungkook’s command, feeling Yoongi’s cock swell at the close contact to your pussy. Your preferred form of birth control was condoms, so you weren’t used to feeling raw cock against your pussy. It wasn’t inside you, so you didn’t panic, but you rubbed yourself against Yoongi’s balls just a little. Yoongi gritted his teeth, head pushed back against the pillows.

“What is that kid thinking?” Yoongi muttered, “He can’t leave us here like this.”

You could tell he was too scared to touch you, lest something slip. He caught you staring at him and he blushed, turning away quickly.

“W-what?”

Your tongue balanced between your teeth, smirking slightly. You clenched your walls, knowing he could feel the opening tighten against his balls. Yoongi hissed, digging his fingers into the sheets.

“You’re just as bad,” he pouted, giving you the side eye.

You heard movement behind you. Jungkook. Firm hands grasped your hips, lifting you up. You whimpered at the loss of warmth, looking down to see Yoongi’s cock covered with your juices. Jungkook let you go, and you were on one knee, other leg somewhat extended as Jungkook dipped his head downward between your legs. Yoongi moaned as Jungkook licked him all over, pink tongue flashing as you watched with bated breath. He took Yoongi’s balls in his mouth, sucking them clean. Yoongi’s eyes rolled back in his head, barely registering Jungkook putting a condom on his already-hard cock. A second later and Jungkook removed his mouth with a wet plop, grinning.

He slid up your body, kissing you deeply, your taste on his lips. You smiled, feeling him wrap his hands around your waist again, pulling you back down. Yoongi barely had time to orient his cock before you sank down on him, moaning into Jungkook’s mouth.

“Feeling good, love?” Jungkook growled against your lips, nipping at them.

You squeezed Yoongi’s cock. It throbbed inside you as Yoongi groaned. “So good, Jungkook,” you panted, voice glazed with lust.

Yoongi rolled his hips up into you as Jungkook nuzzled your neck, kissing it softly. You closed your eyes, pleasure filling you up. You began to bounce on Yoongi’s cock, intertwining your fingers with his as you thrust him into you, hitting your favorite spot. Nice and deep, over and over. Jungkook cupped your breasts and your eyes snapped open, feeling something foreign being stuck to your breasts.

It couldn’t be–

“Jung- fuck!”

His name was quickly replaced by you swearing as he turned the nipple vibrators on, grinning infuriatingly into your shoulder. They were in the shape of little red hearts, taped right onto your nipples. You winced, body shuddering as you grabbed Yoongi’s other hand, clutching on them tight as the vibrations radiated through you. Your pussy clenched involuntarily and you were already orgasming, eyes rolling back into your head as Jungkook’s hands guided your hips, using your pussy to fuck Yoongi. How were you supposed to think? Breathe? Do anything, but feel the relentless vibrations on your sensitive nipples as Yoongi moaned under you, helpless as Jungkook controlled everything, bouncing you expertly.

And then you felt it.

Jungkook’s cock sliding up your back, his balls resting on the top of your ass.

“J-Jungkook, it’s t-too much…” you gasped, “I-I can’t…”

“You can,” Jungkook whispered, humping your back, breath tight. “Just for us, you can, my love. I know you can.”

Jungkook was actually crazy. You thought just him alone was wild. Pair that with Yoongi’s dick shoved so far inside you and the nipple vibrators – you were losing your mind, head lolling as Jungkook sucked in a tight breath, rubbing the head of his cock hard and fast against your back. He lifted one of his hands off your hip to press his cock down against your back, smearing pre-cum everywhere. Slick, wet slapping sounds mixed with your moans, amplified by the vibrations on your nipples.

“F-fuck, I’m going to…”

“Hold on, Yoongi, please,” Jungkook begged, throwing his head back. “Please, I’m so fucking close.”

“Easy for y-you to say,” Yoongi gasped, clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. “I’m the one inside her pussy.”

A choked wail tore through you, the multiple sensations too much as you came again, all over Yoongi’s cock, eyelids fluttering. You felt Jungkook’s grip tighten and he moaned out his release, shooting cum up your back. Yoongi pushed his head back into the pillows and groaned, cock jerking against your walls as he spurted into the condom, breathlessly calling out your name.

Jungkook grabbed the remote and turned off the nipple vibrators, finally giving you some rest. You flopped down on top of Yoongi, exhausted, fingers laced with his. He was panting hard, making you rise and fall with his chest.

The doorbell rang.

All three of you popped your heads towards the direction of the front door.

“Oh shit.” Jungkook’s eyes were wide. “The pizza.”

You frowned. “They wouldn’t ring the doorbell.”

Jungkook climbed off you, grabbing his sweatpants. Oh, great. Yes, just left his cum sprayed all over your back, especially when you were drained of energy. Yoongi let go of your hands gently.

“Let me get a towel,” Yoongi chuckled, disturbing you greatly as he slid out from under you.

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Jungkook burst the door open, shirtless, black sweatpants low slung on his hips, tattooed arm extended with his right hand on the knob. A shorter man stood behind the door, recoiling quickly, as if he didn’t have his ear pressed against the door seconds before. His face was flushed pink, full lips trembling. He was in the pizza delivery boy uniform.

His name tag read “Park Jimin”.

“Ah, u-uh,” Jimin stuttered at Jungkook’s surprised expression. “We ran out of sweet potato, so we threw in an extra pizza. I-is that okay?”

“Oh!” Jungkook pouted as he took the pizzas. “Oh, that’s fine. We’ll get it next time.”

Jimin bowed deeply. “Sorry for the trouble! Thank you!”

And he ran.

Jungkook stood in the door, cradling the warm pizza, blinking at the swift exit.

“Uh… cool.”

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[beepen]

Hello gays and gays only. You may have known me as dicks-out-for-adam :) felt a little nostalgic and wanted to post a little something for the adashi tag. Happy pride and happy summer, here’s two hockey players getting midnight snacks on a road trip.

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“Adam….”

Adam stirred in his sleep, nuzzling further into his pillow. His sore muscles protested his awakening and he couldn’t agree with them more. He wanted to continue sleeping….

“Adam.”

“No….”

Let him sleep. He loved sleeping.

“Adam!”

A poke to his shoulder had him scrambling for his dreams to come back, reaching for them and wanting to cover himself in them like a blanket. But they were already too far away and Adam was already too awake.

He sighed, saddened by his loss. “What?”

“Are you up?”

“No.”

“Do you want Mcdonald’s?”

His stomach immediately reacted at the question, growling, and Adam finally opened his eyes to peer over at Takashi kneeling beside his bed.

“Are you serious?” Adam said, voice cracking from sleep and hissing as he stretched his aching limbs.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Do you want some or not?”

Ignoring his question for the moment, Adam reached for his phone. He squinted at the brightness as he read the time. “Takashi. It’s 12 A.M.”

“I know.”

“Did you even sleep?”

Takashi chose not to answer, instead he rose to his feet, his tall frame now towering over Adam’s horizontal form. Adam noticed even in the dark that he was dressed to go out.

“Can you answer my question, please?” Takashi said, his entire being now starting to radiate impatience.

Adam sighed again and rubbed his eyes, giving his hunger levels a once over. He didn’t really have much time to eat except for a couple bananas and a protein shake after the game. The others went to have dinner together but Adam was beat and set out to his hotel room, where he made a quick change into some shorts and literally sunk into the mattress. His stomach was now beating him up for not having a proper meal. He lost so many calories during the game that his body was in a starving state.

“Well?” Takashi crossed his arms and glared down at him. He was probably hungry too.

“I am hungry….” Adam sat up in the bed, keeping the blankets over his shoulders for warmth. “But I don’t want Mcdonald’s.”

In fact, the idea of it made his stomach recoil a bit. He didn’t mind the fast food usually, but after waking up from a deep sleep? Not ideal.

Takashi was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking. He then pulled out his phone and began typing on it.

“Do you feel like walking?” Takashi asked.

Adam shrugged. A midnight walk didn’t sound awful. He actually enjoyed them if he was in the company of a friend or two.

“There’s a 24/7 convenience store five minutes from here.” Takashi looked up from his phone to stare at him, inquiring. “Do you want me to pick something up for you?”

Adam thought about it. On one side, he wanted to stay in bed. The hotel room was especially cozy, and the city lights outside his window tried to lure him back to sleep. And looking at the streets below, he noticed fresh snowfall. He could stay inside, safe from the cold, and wouldn’t have to get dressed either.

But on the other hand, it was only a five minute walk, and walking in the snow sounded just as inviting as laying in the warmth of his bed. And Takashi would be there with him. That idea alone had Adam craving something similar to companionship, but not quite. He couldn’t quite explain it. Something about walking around in the middle of the night, seeking food with his best friend in a city constantly bustling with college students who were also out on a walk, whether for food as well or from a club…it was like nostalgia, in a way. But Adam could not recall ever doing such a thing in the past. Maybe with family or old friends, but never so late.

“Okay.” Adam made up his mind, stretching one more time before pulling the covers away.

Takashi tilted his head, looking for a clearer answer to his question than the one he was provided with. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, let’s go to the convenience store.”

“You want to come with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Alrighty. Hurry up then. I’m starving.”

In less than five minutes, they were exiting the hotel elevator and made their way outside through the grand lobby. It was quiet, and their footsteps echoed against the smooth tile. The receptionist paid them no mind.

As soon as they stepped outside, it was even quieter. The snow had built a heavy blanket over the sidewalks and parked cars, muffling the sounds of the city. Passing vehicles drove carefully over the salted roads and squelched over gray sludge. Only a few groups of people mingled about, most of whom were inside the many cafes and diners in the area, trying to stay someplace warm for a bit.

And walking beside Adam was Takashi, who made it his duty to talk Adam’s ear off. In the five minutes it took for them to reach the corner store, Takashi was on his tenth topic of conversation, water-vapor blowing from his mouth in short puffs of smoke from the cold. And when the doors slid open for them, his voice lowered into a low mumble to match the volume of the store.

It continued like this as they wandered down all six aisles of the small shop. Their conversation quickly shifted to food as they eyed various snacks and groceries. Shopping while hungry was dangerous, and Adam tried to suppress his urge to buy everything he craved. The team was leaving for a different city tomorrow morning, so the less baggage the better. He just needed something he could eat and dispose of quickly.

He had to constantly remind Takashi of this as well.

“Ha, look.”

Adam turned away from the many versions of Cheez Its to peer over at what Takashi was pointing at. He grimaced. “Sour Patch Kids cereal?”

“Sounds gross right?” Takashi laughed, then paused to stare at the abomination for a moment. “I want it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

It took Adam a few tries to convince the impulsive man that he shouldn’t buy it. Takashi only agreed with him after Adam pointed out that if he bought cereal, he’d have to buy milk, and what was he going to do with the milk tomorrow? Leave it at the hotel? Dump it and waste money? Bring it with him on the bus and risk spoiling it?

“I’ll just eat as much cereal as I can with it and then drink the rest if I have to.”

That resulted in Adam snatching the box from a laughing Takashi and placing it back on the shelf.

After more wandering, they eventually found food suitable for their cravings: Adam decided on a premade buffalo chicken wrap, hot chocolate, and a bag of hot fries, while Takashi settled on a lunchable, chocolate milk, and four Slim Jims. They paid and traveled back to the hotel, eating their snacks on the way.

Adam watched with absolute horror as Takashi opened up each Slim Jim, held them in one hand, and bit into all four in one bite.

“Takashi.”

The barbarian glanced down at him, asking what was up with a mouth full of Slim Jims.

Adam gave him a disappointed look. “Why?”

His only response was a goofy smile.

Upon arriving at their shared hotel room, Takashi’s Slim Jims were gone, Adam’s hot chocolate was warm enough to finally drink from, and his bag of hot fries was half empty, courtesy of both Takashi and himself.

“What lunchable did you get?” Adam asked as Takashi unlocked their door. Pushing it open, Takashi marched inside, singing his answer to Adam’s question with a light voice.

“Pizzaaa~”

“Of course~” Adam sang back.

They convened in Adam’s room with the rest of their food. Well, more like Adam had walked to his room and Takashi simply followed. Adam of course didn’t mind.

They easily melted into their usual comfortable and laid back routine, chatting on the bed as they chowed down. Takashi was very particular in how he set up his mini pizzas; the order absolutely had to be sauce, then cheese, then pepperoni. Adam pointed out that if he placed the pepperonis down before the cheese, he could use them to spread the sauce around evenly. Takashi looked at him as if he was the one who had bit into four Slim Jims all at once.

“Heretic,” Takashi accused him, and when Adam kicked his leg, he threatened to crush him if he did it again. Adam didn’t hesitate—he kicked Takashi again.

Takashi stared at him with a twinkling, impish look in his eyes. “You have until I finish my lunchable to apologize.”

Apparently by ‘crush’ Takashi meant plopping his entire body on top of Adam’s.

Once they finished their food and after Takashi felt Adam was adequately crushed, they settled into a comfortable silence, laying side by side. It wasn’t until Adam whipped out his phone to scroll through social media that Takashi repositioned himself on his side, head on Adam’s shoulder as he watched him scroll mindlessly.

Adam didn’t mind. He trusted Takashi, and if anything weird popped up, he knew Takashi’s socials were probably even weirder. That didn’t stop his commentary though.

“Kinky.”

“Shut up.”

Takashi chuckled, the breathy kind. The type of laugh that was only a puff of air and a soft hum. It brushed against Adam’s skin. His heart felt like it was blooming.

“Do you want to finish that one walkthrough?” Adam whispered, and he mayhaps turned his face a little so his nose could bump against Takashi’s.

Takashi hummed his affirmation, eyelids drooping. His breath once more tickled Adam’s skin.

Knowing they were going to fall asleep, they both decided to discard their jeans. Adam changed into the same shorts he had slept in before while Takashi remained in his boxers, too tired to travel the distance to his room. Adam didn’t want him to anyway. He knew Takashi would probably fall right asleep in his own bed if he left to change, and Adam wasn’t quite ready to give up his companionship just yet. He wanted to stay close, nuzzling his shoulder back underneath Takashi’s head to reclaim their position from before. Takashi happily obliged and let out a sigh so blissful one would think he had found the gates of heaven. Adam tried his best to ignore the way his skin prickled, how his heart felt opened and exposed like a blossoming flower. He swallowed it all down and played the video game walkthrough they started watching together last week.

Ten minutes in and Takashi was sound asleep, warm and comfortable against Adam’s side. Adam wanted to soak himself in that warmth, bury himself in it. Every point of contact between them was set aflame: the head on Adam’s shoulder, the arm resting flush against his, and the knee laying on top of his thigh. It was a loving and furious kind of heat, one that battled against the snowfall outside.

The best sleep awaited Adam, one he had no issue in partaking in. He only wished he could stay awake a little longer to appreciate all that was around him, like the soft mattress, the heavy duvet splayed over his form, the soft light protruding from the window and the now quiet city beneath it. And Takashi, dreaming beside him.

Soon, Adam will be dreaming as well, but before he could submit to the warm embrace of a good night’s rest, he turned his head until it bumped against Takashi’s.

Adam exhaled a final sigh, and drifted off to the lullaby of Takashi’s soft breathing.

[hardyimagines]

Sleepy

Eddie brock going out with his gf at like 3am to a cafe just to drink hot chocolate and chill cause they had trouble sleeping. Is that a decent one shot tiny idea thingy?

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The moon was bright in the night’s sky. Stars sprinkled the blank area surrounding the glowing orb, glittering in the sky vibrantly. The city below was dark, most homes cascaded in a sheet of black as the owners slept peacefully behind closed doors. There were cars that would occasionally speed down the empty streets, fleeing past the lights that had been tinted green for majority of the night. There were a few fast food restaurants still open, sleepy employees residing inside with bored expressions and droopy eyes as they impatiently waiting for the clocks on the wall to strike a certain time, signaling for their departure. And for the remaining people who remained awake along with the city, people like you and your boyfriend, it was night’s like these when you just couldn’t seem to fall into slumber.

The air outside was chilly, much chillier than it was during the day now that you were without the heated glow from the sun. You walked alongside your boyfriend, clumpy slippers slapping the pavement beneath you as you shuffled beside him. Your hair was drawn up in a messy bun, fingertips wrapped around a dark purple, fluffy blanket that you had lugged off the sofa on your way out the front door and clutched around your body. You had smeared eyeliner under your eyes from the night before and you were dressed down in a pair of pyjama pants that belonged to the man at your side but they were too small for him, yet still baggy on you, so you’d taken them. Your eyes dropped to the plaid material, studying it for half a second before your attention was pulled to the heavy weight added to your shoulders.

Eddie Brock moved along beside you, his arm now rested around you snugly. His fingertips were gentle on the comfy fabric of the blanket, rubbing your arm through the thick material as he continued to talk to you about the nightmare he’d seemed to keep slipping into throughout the night.

“I’m telling you, babe,” He sighed breathily, his breaths visible in the streetlights glow. “It was terrifying. I mean, really, imagine a sixty foot tall horse trampling over you.” He lifted his gaze to the trees in the distance, as if a dark shadow would emerge from the clutter of leaves to reveal itself as this creature his brain had conjured up.

“Eddie.” Your eyes fluttered as they drifted up to his own. Your long lashes tickled your cheeks every time you blinked. “Honey, you have a parasite living inside you, how can you possibly be scared of a horse.” The amusement in your tone told Eddie that you were merely teasing the symbiote that lived inside him by using the term Venom hated most. Parasite. The flicker of Venom in Eddie’s gaze made your lips curve up on one side into a lopsided smirk. Opening your blanket, you stepped in closer to him and weaved your strong grip around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

Eddie peered down at you, doing his best to ignore the internal complaints that Venom continued to drone on about. Eddie wished that your thoughts could be invaded just as his were. It really wasn’t fair that he had to suffer all on his own.

The conversation came to a halt when you drew the heavy door open that led to the diner. The place was small, a hole in the wall, but it was known for its family business and original recipes — not to mention it was delicious — so the customers would pile in on a daily basis, typically in the mornings. They were also open 24/7 and any business that was tended to be worthy of being so. You stepped inside, unsurprised to find that it was even colder inside the small building. Eddie held the door open and piled in directly after you, coming to a stop when his chest brushed against your back. He was taller than you, chin almost pressed against the back of your head as his hands lifted to graze your covered arms.

The redhead by the door was busy smacking on a piece of gum, pink apron tied around her waist with a frilly lace lining the bottom. She was wearing a frizzy wig and bright blue eyeshadow. It was all a part of the outfit that her mother insisted was adorable — and therefore good for business. She thought she looked like a cheap extra, auditioning for a role in some movie that took place in the 50’s. The name tag on her white shirt read ‘Margaret’ and as you parted your lips to greet her, she did the same. Her lengthy nails lifted to dip past the curls and scratch at the wig that had been irritating her scalp for hours.

“Welcome.” She smiled sweetly, almost too kindly. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Eddie’s eyes were busy dragging along the length of the room. There weren’t many people inside, but why would there be? The only other people here at this time of night would be people who travelled for work, policemen, the elderly, and people like you — people who couldn’t sleep.

You shuffled in front of your boyfriend, arm lifting so you could point toward the booth in the corner. “Booth is fine.” You didn’t mean to suggest a specific one, it was just habit to animatedly use your hands.

Eddie’s eyes flickered back to the girl as she spoke to you, gathering two menu’s and a slip of paper with the specials scribbled along the front. “Right this way.” She sighed before stepping past the pair of you and leading you through the scattered tables. Eddie was dressed down in a dark grey hoodie and some jeans he’d yanked on when you snagged the blanket from the sofa. His hand managed to find yours as it barely crept out of the underside of the blanket. Taking it in his own, he followed you toward the table that the lady ushered toward. You slid into the booth and Eddie followed suit. The woman would’ve given the pair of you a look of judgement, but she was too tired to poke fun at the fact that you’d both settled for one side when booths were double-sided. She dropped the menu’s down on the table before ensuring she’d be right back.

You knew she was probably lying, no doubt heading into the back to prepare some coffee and cups of water before she’d slip out the back door for a quick cigarette. Well, you assumed so since she stunk of ash and smoke, not that it bothered you. It wasn’t as if the pair of you were in a rush to get back home so you wouldn’t have minded if she climbed into her car and drove off to buy a pack of cigarettes, much less had a quick one in the alley. You frowned softly, realizing that you were lost in your thoughts and analyzing such a small thing. If it weren’t for Eddie’s raised brows and inquisitive stare you probably would’ve remained there, inspecting each person tucked away inside.

You didn’t feel the sleepy droopiness yanking at your stubborn eyelids just yet so you fixed them on your boyfriend. A slow smile pulled at your lips. Unlike you, he did look exhausted. He had forming bags under his eyes that left a visible dark shadow and his chin was propped up in his palm, supporting the weight of it since he didn’t have a pillow to lay on. It wouldn’t matter if he did and it didn’t matter that his eyes begged him to close. He couldn’t find the oblivion that was ordinarily so easy.

“So,” You spoke up as you grabbed ahold of one of the menu’s. Lifting it so you could inspect the muddled words in front of you, your heart sank. The font was small on the plastic, rectangular card. “Shit, i didn’t bring my contacts.”

Eddie’s brows arched at your choice of words before directing his stare toward the menu you clutched. Lifting his arm, he draped it across your shoulders, warm and exposed muscles grazing the softness of the purple blanket you still had draped around your body. “Here, I’ll read it to you.” He mumbled out, voice drowning with tiredness. He grasped one corner of the sheet but instead of dragging it away from you, he slid across the seat so that your bodies were closer together. Staring down at the options, he tried to keep it simple instead of running through a hundred different items. “Do you know sort of what you want?” He inquired, heavy breaths tickling your shoulder and cheek.

You craned you’re neck to the side, lips almost bumping his cheek. “Um.. pancakes.”

“Plain?” He grunted, doing his best to avoid the breaths of yours that tickled his rough skin.

“Plain?” You scoffed. “Are you sure you’re my boyfriend?” Plucking the menu away from him completely, you discarded it back on the clean table before rotating on the squishy cushion to face him.

“Nutella.” He corrected himself, looking in your direction slowly. Even sitting, he was taller than you. His fingertips pressed against your arm firmly, dragging you toward him so that you were forced to meet him in the middle for a gentle kiss.

“Mh, there you go.” You mumbled against his lips, not daring to break it first.

His smile broke the lip lock, teeth on show and therefore forcing your lips to graze his pearly whites. “Nutella is so sticky. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” His eyes were tinted over with amusement. “You’re disgusting.”

“Funny you should say that.. last time I had Nutella smeared on my lips, you licked it off.” Your brows arched in an accusing manner. “So clearly I’m not that disgusting.”

Eddie chuckled under his breath at the memory that formed in his head. Turning toward the little machine perched on the corner of the table, he drew it toward him to rest so he could type in your order. “Two pancakes?” He asked quietly.

Your eyes moved to the screen. The longer you thought about the pancakes, the lesser they seemed to appeal to you. Pursing your lips, you reached out and let your hand cover his own, big eyes squinting. “Nevermind, Baby. I don’t think I’m hungry enough for food.” Your eyes lit up at the beverages. “I think I just want a hot chocolate.”

Eddie turned his head toward your own to inspect you. “Are you sure? We can always bring them home if you don’t eat them all.” He offered.

The table in front of the pair of you blinked, waiting for the order to be placed. Eddie waited for your response, but you were busy scrolling through the lengthy list of flavors that they could add into the hot, creamy, mug of chocolate. You’d grown up hating the cup of goodness. You could hear your mother’s faint voice as she asked you if you were interested in a cup. You’d stick your tongue out in distaste before claiming that it was too sweet for your liking. Now, you drank it so often that Eddie joked at times you should just grow out a mustache — seeing as you typically had a faux chocolate one across your upper lip most mornings.

“No,” You finally spoke up quietly, pressing on a cup of hot chocolate with a cocoa stick and whipped cream. “It’s okay, baby, really. I think I’m just trying to convince myself I’m hungry because we’re here, but i probably wouldn’t even be able to take one bite, I know it.” Kissing his rough, stubbly cheek, you lingered in place before offering the tablet up to him. Eddie was the farthest thing from picky so with a brief inspection of what you’d ordered, he pressed the small ‘1’ that resided beside your drink and changed it to a ‘2’ so he could have the exact same thing.

In the corner of the room, a small computer lit up brightly with your order. You briefly looked in the direction where the quiet ding erupted from before lifting your hand to the back of your boyfriends neck. Giving him your sole attention, you ignored the woman — a different woman than the one who had seated you.

Eddie set his elbow on the table and let a heavy breath of air escape his lips. He was tired, but it seemed that the only time his body was willing to sleep was at the worst times. Now was not the most opportune moment and yet there he sat in the bright diner, chilly air wrapped around his body as he sat in the booth with droopy eyes directed at you.

Your hand lifted to his hair, brushing through the thick strands slowly, smoothing them down. “You know, for a person who couldn’t get any sleep, you sure do look like you’re on the verge of passing out.”

Eddie smirked toward you before leaning in and slowly wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His lips moved to your own, stealing a few soft kisses before he shrunk back against the chair and directed his stare toward the table. “It’s a lot easier to sleep when I’m not suppose to be.” He grunted. “And Venom’s being awfully quiet so that helps too.”

Your eyes searched his for a few moments, wondering silently if the symbiote’s need to talk all night was what kept your boyfriend up at such late hours. “Well we can take our hot chocolate’s to go.” You murmured sleepily. The bright light was beaming down on your sensitive eyes, forcing them to grow droopy just as Eddie’s had. “Maybe we need to start sleeping with our bedroom lights on and our air conditioner on high.”

Eddie chuckled lowly before moving his hand to rest on your upper back. He traced lazy shapes along your skin, over your shirt. “We can stay here. We’ll grow sleepier and sleepier and then when we get home, hopefully we’ll pass out.” He drew you toward him so your head could lay against his broad chest. The sound of his heartbeat comforted you, lulling your droopy eyes to flutter before closing. The pair of you were probably a sight, curled up in the small booth pressed against one another while you waited for your drinks.

Shockingly, it didn’t take long at all before a waitress came sauntering over with a tiny try. She lifted each mug by the warm handles and set them on the table in front of each of you before taking the tablet and setting the screen to check-out. She made sure there was nothing else either of you needed before excusing herself so she could tend to the other tables. Not chocolate must’ve been very popular at this hour because you hadn’t had to wait very long. You lifted your head away from Eddie’s chest, unsurprised to find that it felt so heavy. Peering down at the whipped cream that lined the rim of your mug, you leaned forward and licked the topping before looking toward your boyfriend when he did the exact same. The only difference was that he’d managed to smear some on his nose. You didn’t have a chance to point it out before he lifted his hand to his face and with the back of his wrist, wiped away the smudge. You smiled fondly toward the man before slipping your hand beneath the table and letting your fingertips graze his thigh. It was innocent. A touch just to touch him. But he sent you a side glance either way, inspecting your true intentions for only a moment before his hand lowered to cover your own.

A peaceful silence settled over the two of you. The only sounds present were your occasional giggles when he was messy due to the cream. The hot beverage was soothing on your throat, it made your body internally hot but weirdly comfortable. It was probably because of how cold it was inside the establishment. Eddie leaned his head to the side and let his temple find your shoulder as he continued to sip at the chocolate.

“We should’ve drove.” He finally spoke. His voice was heavy and low. The gruffness of it told you all you needed to know — he didn’t feel like walking. Especially not now, now that his limbs were deadweights and his body was ready to absolutely collapse. He leaned against your body further, arm moving to loop around your waist. You lifted your hand to his hair and began to caress the messy strands. With your free hand, you adjusted the blanket that was draped around you and made it so that it laid across him as well.

“I can get us an uber, baby. Don’t worry about walking.” You assured him. Sending a look toward a waitress in the corner, who’d been gawking at Eddie for what seemed like the second she handed him his hot chocolate, you turned your head and kissed his nose softly. It was the easiest part of him to reach. You were unsurprised when his head tipped and he leaned in for an even better kiss. Your lips pressed to his own for a few seconds before you drew back and pulled your phone from the little zip on the front of your purse. Eddie watched the blinding light from your phone before his eyes slid shut. He could hear the faint tapping of your thumbs as you clicked the little icons and typed in the addresses. Your hot chocolate wasn’t even close to being finished though, so before confirming the ride, you set your phone on the table so it would be ready when the pair of you were.

As you sipped your got chocolate, indulging in pointless conversation every now and then, Eddie remained slumped against you with his mouth hanging partially open and his eyes closed completely. It was only when you were in the middle of discussing the strangeness about chocolate being able to rock them to sleep that you heard a faint, little snore leave his lips. Your head turned, inspecting the big, sleepy bear. Your heart tightened and a little smile graced your lips. You figured you could get his hot chocolate to go, but he wouldn’t drink it cold and he’d insist it didn’t taste the same if he warmed it up. You reached around his body for the little screen on the ledge and pulled your wallet from your pocket so you could pay for the drinks.

Eddie’s body followed your shoulder wherever it went and when you began to squirm to get back in your regular position, he sleepily wrapped his arms around your body more securely. You could tell, with each passing second, that he was falling deeper and deeper asleep. So the guilt that pooled in your stomach seemed to instantly swallow you whole.

How the hell were you going to wake him up and get him to the uber?

He was finally sleeping.

The envy that flooded you intertwined with the guilt though and as you felt the reluctance to wake him, you also felt the desire to join him. Your hands fell to his hard shoulders, squeezing them tenderly before your thumb mashed the ‘confirm’ button on your phone. You supposed you could let him sleep until the headlights rolled up outside. Tilting your head so that it rested against his own, you let your eyes flutter just for the time being. The driver was still 8 minutes away, so you figured it would be okay to just rest your eyes.

The waitress in the corner lifted a brow. The pair of you definitely were a sight. Sitting in a booth, laid against one another with a frilly blanket draped around you. The glow from your phone pulled her gaze to the glass door, peering outside. She wasn’t stupid. Loads of people came to the diner at all hours in the morning. You weren’t the first couple to fall asleep while waiting for your ride, and you wouldn’t be the last. She crept up to the table and cleaned the dishes off the surface before making her way back to the counter. Along with waitressing and clean up duty, she also considered herself to be an alarm clock — for she would wonder over and wake any slumbering customers when their lifts had arrived. She slumped against the wall and waited patiently, arms folding over her chest and big green eyes sliding along the darkness that kissed the windows. Patience seemed to be a necessity — a requirement for this job. She was lucky she had plenty.

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A/N: I know this is shitty and very simple, but I’ve gotta her back into it 🥺💞 thank you so much for your patience!!

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 31

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it's a mental breakdown *off-key kazoo*. One (1) incident of physical abuse from a parent. And Stephen Strange arc begins opening. Kind of angsty, but more of a filler chapter to resolve the parents-suck thing.

A couple of days was all it took for me to get back on my feet... Figuratively speaking. Neither Bruce nor Tony was particularly excited about me being up and about, I was carried to my desired destination point by one or the other on most occasions. Physically, my body grew tired very easily - I took a lot of sporadic naps throughout the day, more often than not falling asleep in someone's arms. Nobody minded, really - even Loki, who wasn't a touchy-feely person by any means, relented and acted as a body pillow for me when we crashed on the common room couch to catch up with the TV show episodes I'd missed.

Tony was very obviously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. During the few hours I had spent being chased by the Cursed Box Demon in my nightmares, all the leads towards the contractor proved to be cold. Natasha was the most irritated of them all - a late-night talk with Clint through the vent above my room revealed that she took it as a personal insult, unprepared for a simple merc to be so good at evading the world's most notorious spy.

Hulk kept taking over Bruce's body - eyes shining fluorescent green - at the times we were together, periodically clutching me to his chest with clumsy but careful movements. I pitied the mercenary should he encounter my gentle scientist - I didn't think Bruce would even attempt to hold back Mean Green. They seemed to have achieved some sort of symbiosis those days, switching between the two personalities in one body almost effortlessly. Circumstances aside, I was very happy that the tension and the persistent internal conflict inside Bruce had almost disappeared.

What made me upset was Strange. The sorcerer was behaving, well, strangely. He began avoiding all of us - his excuses of helping the search for the merc were flimsy, and Wong's long, deep sigh, when asked about the sorcerer's state of mind, spoke volumes. I suspected Stephen was either seething with anger or drowning himself in the sea of guilt; I had a hunch he was similar to Tony in a way that he hid his vulnerability behind an impenetrable wall of malice and sarcasm and dry wit.

Perhaps I was wrong. But the pent up frustration resulting from the conflict between my overactive brain and my uncooperative body had to blow - and my mother was the fire to my already short fuse. Somehow, she got ahold of the information that I was hurt indirectly because of the actions of the Avengers - and she had called the first available phone she found, which meant Pepper Potts got an earful of vitriol regarding Stark Industries, SHIELD, Tony, and everyone else, including my father. Stoic as she was, Pepper took it all with grace, replying politely to my mother until she hung up on the redhead.

Pepper placed an urgent call to Coulson immediately after that, making the already uncomfortable situation spiral into something truly disgraceful. It ended with strict orders for me to return home - not that anyone besides me and Coulson knew about it. I was a legal adult, I could choose to stay in the tower and my mother was told so on numerous occasions... Knowing her, I was well aware she wouldn't be above storming Tony's home with a small army of her lawyer friends.

Inwardly seething, melting with the anger sitting in the pit of my stomach like a sharp piece of ice, I managed to convince Tony to have Happy escort me home at the guise of gathering more necessities. Tony, being Tony, offered me to buy anything and everything I needed, but relented under my puppy-eyed pleading. It was getting harder and harder to lie to any of my men, the weight of it settling unpleasantly bitter on top of my already foul mood.

Happy grumbled in displeasure at being tailed by a nondescript black SUV - I knew SHIELD would have eyes on me 24/7 now, at least until they catch the rogue mercenary - but seemed to be happy at my general state of relative wellness in his own... Happy... way. Five-second side-grin and "Glad you're up and about, Princess," was probably the most I was going to get from the man who's nickname contradicted his personality. In my humble opinion, he should've been called Brick instead. He was built like a shit house, too.

The moment I stepped into the living room, wearing Wanda's spare sweats and Tony's hoodie, I took a slow look around the room and immediately knew this was it. Most of my anger had receded, courtesy of finally being able to get out of the tower and do something, but the ice in my stomach persisted. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hit me like a wall, news playing on the TV doing very little to dissolve the viscid, tense silence.

"Sit down," My mother instructed me in the tone of voice she used on people in the courtroom - convicts, people who knowingly broke NDAs.

"I don't think so," I replied, refusing to give in to her bullying. I was being absolutely reckless, I knew it, and still it didn't stop me from standing up for my men. Logically speaking, it could have happened to me anyway, Avengers or not. The cursed box came along long before I'd even met Peter Parker or any of his rag-tag superhero friends.

"Fine," She turned around, steely eyes leveled on me. I was but a speck of dirt under her nails - for the first time in my life, I felt terrified of my mother. I knew what she was capable of. "Listen well, daughter of mine. I'm going to only repeat myself once," She started in that deceptively calm tone of hers. "You are to stop mingling with Stark and his... Company. Immediately. I do not want to hear any more of that Parker boy, either. You will not destroy your future and our family's legacy over some fling with a man twice your age. This little game has gone long enough and it's time for you to get back to reality."

The more she spoke, the higher my eyebrows rose. I was supposed to take orders from my own mother now? Something thin, something thin and crackling with electricity within me just snapped - like a live wire. The hairs on my nape stood up, goosebumps appearing all over my skin. "And what if I do not?" I asked, just as quietly.

I was not prepared for her reaction. One second, she was sitting on the couch and the other - my cheek was burning and my mother was standing over me, breathing the stench of alcohol and tobacco right in my face. I saw the whites of her eyes. "Then you are no daughter of mine. I did not raise you to be someone's cumrag and all this play-pretend scientist shit had to have ended in middle school. I hoped you'd grow up but apparently, you insist on being a baby," She was full-on screaming in my face, so rabid she was shaking.

All I could think of was... How wrong she was. How wrong she would be, her sad little world broken when she finds out just exactly how much I'm capable of. Long gone were the days where I timidly questioned my scientific contributions; thanks to my men - the same men she'd hated so much - I knew my value. I knew I could achieve the things that I wanted.

"If that is your choice, you have thirty minutes to get your shit and get lost. I will not have a whore of a daughter living under my roof," I had missed a good part of her rant; most likely, it consisted of nothing but meaningless insults anyway. After she'd finished, she gave me a shove towards the stairs.

It didn't bother me as much as it should, I think. My cheek smarted and somewhere deep inside, I knew that the eerie calm that had settled over me wasn't normal - on the surface, I felt only relief. The things I suspected all along, finally came to light - she didn't even perceive me as a human being, I was no more than a means to her end. A tool. A thing.

The waterworks started when I frantically shoved most of the shit I could fit in my three suitcases. Upset as I was, my scatterbrain did me a favor that time and I gathered most of the important things. Notebooks full of my research - projects that my mother had called a child's game, projects that could be patented in a week, add a tweak or two. With sudden clarity, I realized I needed none of her money. None of her... At all. In short, I was emotionally all over the place and at the end of it... None of it made sense.

I threw the credit cards with her name on them on the coffee table as I hauled out my suitcases, not sparing the bitch a glance. She was equally quiet, boring into my back with those steely eyes of hers. I felt my skin peel under her stare. In my distraught state, hauling and dumping the suitcases in my car was quick work. Detaching the house key and tossing the last things that connected me to her house on the floor at her feet was a spur of the moment decision; my mother was right, to some extent, and I still had childish tendencies. "You had no right to call yourself my mother in the first place. All you were was an egg donor with more money than you could make sense of. Enjoy your hoard, you damned dragon," I seethed, seeing her frozen in place with her arms crossed and chin held high.

Some part of me hoped she would apologize. That naïve, childish part - I knew my mother and I knew myself, and the trait that we shared was stubbornness. I sped out of the estate without ever looking back, driving aimlessly for a while until the honking coming from drivers around me began reaching alarming levels of volume; tears began flowing down my face at some point, all but obscuring my vision. I parked in the nearest place I could find, in front of a Waffle House out of all places.

Crying in a Waffle House parking lot, how pathetic was that. Logically, I knew at least five people had my back: Tony and Bruce, who surprisingly loved me back; Loki, who had become strangely clingy after my declaration - clingy in the best way. Together with Wanda and Peter, they made my heart warm and my eternally racing brain feel calm and safe.

I called my dad, he didn't pick up. I don't know what I expected of the man, but any and all remnants of my respect for him shattered, breaking into tiny little pieces as I helplessly banged my fists against the steering wheel in a fit of desperate rage. One look in the mirror and my already ashen complexion was made worse by red, puffy eyes and the blooming bruise on my cheek where my mother had slapped me. It was the first time she'd laid a hand on me; I wanted to throw up.

I sat in the car until my breathing slowed; completely and utterly clueless as to what to do. I had no home of my own, three suitcases worth of clothes and research that was useless without a lab to run experiments in, my car, and a small trust fund in my name. The recent incident with the curse box had left me mentally drained as it was, now, I could surely say that my head was empty: no thoughts.

And throughout it all, Stephen's avoidance crossed my mind. As if the self-loathing wasn't enough, as if my own blood, the people who were supposed to care for me, rejecting and ignoring me wasn't strong enough of a blow... The sorcerer's avoidance raised more anger within me. I didn't know why but the thought of him made me want to cry and seethe once again.

Logic gone out of the window, I typed in the Sanctum's address into my GPS with shaking fingers, figuring that if he wasn't willing to do the legwork, I will come to him myself and clarify things for all at once. The mixed signals were just a cherry on top of my sky-high problem sundae.

I banged on the door and it flew open immediately, a surprised sorcerer quickly turning concerned and panicky, noticing my general state of appearance. I was still wearing the same clothes and my hair was in disarray, my face looking somewhere between a coke bender and a manic episode.

"You," I stated darkly, taking a deep breath. "You need to tell me what the fuck is wrong with me and reject me, so I can move on already. And you," I poked the man in the chest, right above the fancy eye-shaped necklace, "Need to stop it with the mixed signals. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Whatever you are doing, STOP IT," My voice involuntarily raised in pitch from all those emotional rollercoasters I've been on that day. "Get back to being normal. Let me fucking live," I finished my tirade as the man stared at me, frozen and open-mouthed.

"I..." He stammered, eyeing me with concern. "What in the multiverse happened to you? What..?" He was so confused, pulling out his phone the moment I bailed my fists.

"My mother threw me out, my father doesn't give a fuck about me, apparently I'm a cheap whore with delusions of grandeur. You're avoiding me and everybody is waiting for me to blow up," I screeched, all but vibrating in my spot. "This is me blowing up. I want answers!" I demanded.

Strange recoiled from me, frowning and pocketing his phone. A deep sigh left him, the kind that made his whole body sag. He ran a careful hand through his hair before looking away and slowly pulling me against his chest, the door shutting behind me and keeping the cold out. I hadn't even noticed I was freezing; my feet were wet from the NYC winter slush and mud.

Stephen's embrace was warm and tender; I wanted to lean into it and push him away at the same time. I was so messed up, it was embarrassing. There was nothing acceptable about this situation - I felt guilty as soon as his face fell.

"Jesus Christ, baby," He mumbled quietly. "Sounds like you had one hell of a day. Let's go, I'll put on some tea," He rubbed soothing circles on my back, something that confused me - I just had stormed in and dumped a bucket of bile right on top of his head.

"I should go," I mumbled, yet had no real strength to move away from him.

"You're not going anywhere. I suppose I need to explain myself, too," He sighed, and despite his obvious discomfort, picked me up, letting my limbs to wrap around his torso like a monkey. I was careful to keep my weight off his hands, even if the trip to the fireplace room was short. As soon as I was placed onto the couch and my shoes were removed, Cloaky drifted over from a dark corner, urging me to take off my soggy hoodie, and wrapped itself tightly around me.

Turns out, semi-sentient cloaks were quite warm.

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⊱ Drabble #7 ⊰

Pairing: Jack Traven x Reader

Prompts:

24 - “I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority.”

Words: 1.5k

Warning: Angst

Requested by @ladyreapermc​ ♡

Swirling a glass of red in your hand, the meal set on the table had long grown cold; the half-eaten food on your plate remaining untouched in the last two, lonesome hours. The clock ticked quietly on the dining room wall, filling in the spacious silence as time quickly approached midnight. Reaching your third hour alone, you morosely concluded that Jack had forgotten about this evening’s anniversary dinner. As hurt weighed heavily in your chest, you decided to call it a night, seeing no point in hoping and waiting anymore, especially since this wasn’t the first occurrence.

And it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Once the food was stored away and the table was cleared of dishes, you headed to the bathroom where you stripped off the lovely dress you had purchased for this special occasion. The salty tears in the corner of your eyes didn’t fall until you stepped into the shower, your stifled cries masked by the steamy water cascading down your body. You took several breaths as the heat soaked into your skin, eventually calming your tense self and letting your mind briefly fade into dullness.

The sad truth was that you were used to this ache, the pain which gripped your heart like a vice. Though you loved Jack profoundly, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were second to his career. It became more apparent in the past three months, resulting in a string of hurtful arguments that never seemed to end. As of late, you barely saw each other despite living under the same roof. Jack often left the house early in the morning and would come home in the dead of night, too exhausted to offer more than a mere “hello” to you in passing.

It was difficult and unbearable. For a while, you wanted the relationship to survive, but you were nearing the end of the rope. After tonight, you were beginning to doubt that things would change. Perhaps Jack wasn’t ready to commit himself to a forever with you, not when his job was this demanding and dangerous. The thought of it was disappointing, but you didn’t want this kind of life. You didn’t want to force him to make an unfair decision; to choose between you, his fiancée, or the career he had worked so hard for.

Fresh from the shower and now dressed for bed, you were sitting on your side of the mattress, holding in your fingers the diamond ring Jack proposed to you with over a year ago. It symbolized his love, dedication, and commitment to you, a meaning that was starting to lose itself through the bitter words and the stinging tears. You could no longer look at it and be reminded of the future you would share with Jack. Instead, all you could see were years of longing and regret, a sad ending to what once began as a happy story.

“Hey,” a gruff, weary voice sounded by the door, and you swiftly glanced up to see Jack standing there, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans and his face showing remorse. “I’d apologize to you, but I already know that won’t be enough.”

Fist closing over the sparkling ring, you then exhaled a shallow breath as Jack crossed the room, slowly dragging his feet towards the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight when he came to sit down beside you, a deep sigh escaping his lips. You could tell that he was tired from a grueling day at work, and the last thing he wanted was to pick a fight; to upset you more than you already were.

“What do you have there?” Jack probed lowly, your eyes still refusing to meet his.

You opened your hand carefully, the glint of the shining diamond capturing Jack’s attention almost immediately, his expression becoming worrisome. Shakily, you extended your arm towards him, the precious ring in full view as it laid in the center of your palm. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

Your confession hung heavily in the quiet air as Jack tried to make sense of your words. Upon realizing what it all meant, he tilted his gaze upwards as you did the same, his dark, pleading orbs locking with yours for the first time that evening. You could clearly see the utter fear washing over Jack’s features, his eyes glazing with a thin glassy layer of tears as he held onto the last shred of control. But when you slipped the ring into his empty palm, his whole world now crumbling around him, Jack was unable to contain his emotions any longer.

“Y/N,” he spoke with an unsteady voice, your breath stuttering out at the sound of your name trembling from his lips. “Please, I know things haven’t been okay, but I don’t want to lose you, baby. I-I’m sorry for everything. Just tell me what I can do to fix it; to fix us.”

“I don’t think it’s possible to fix us,” you responded, hopeless. “You’re never home. Even when you’re here, it feels like I’m living in this house by myself. All we do is fight about the same damn thing over and over again. I’m not a priority to you, your job is, and I understand that now. As much as I love you, I can’t stay and hope for change. So, this is it. I’m done, Jack. I’m walking away.”

It hurt. It hurt to say those words, and it hurt even more watching a tear roll down Jack’s face. It was often rare for you to see him cry, and as he silently sat there, firmly clutching your ring in his hand, you swore that both of your hearts were breaking at the exact moment in time. Pushing yourself off the bed, you had barely moved when Jack caught you by the wrist, holding you back.

Turning your head around, you found Jack standing tall behind you, urging your body towards him. When you didn’t move, he stepped forward, his arms wrapping your fragile frame in a comforting embrace. Surrounded by his warmth, you sobbed into his broad chest as Jack held you close, shedding several tears of his own. You felt him press his lips to your forehead before he pulled back, bringing his thumb up to lightly stroke your cheek, willing you to open your eyes.

“Please, Y/N. Give me a chance,” Jack implored, tone soft as a delicate whisper. “I love you more than anything, even more than this job. If you stay, I promise that I’ll make it up to you. I’ll tell them to cut my hours so that we can have time just for ourselves. Please, just stay. Don’t leave, don’t quit on us now.”

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you blinked your reddened eyes to stop the tears which only burned. You couldn’t think straight, your thoughts surging like a ferocious storm as your head and heart long sought an answer.

Meanwhile, Jack’s unwavering gaze continued to beg for redemption, to bring back the happiness and adoration both of you once shared; the times filled with great laughter and love. He was hopeful that he could reverse the damage, desperate for you to give him a second chance and make things right again. 

And despite the bleak months of pain, you still wanted try. You still wanted him. 

“Okay,” you murmured after much contemplation, offering Jack a small smile. “Let’s work this out.”

“We will,” he assured softly, his right hand reaching down to grasp your left. Slowly, Jack raised your fingers up to his mouth, planting gentle kisses across your knuckles, which had you sighing. You watched as he lifted his other hand, holding your engagement ring between two digits. Smoothly, he pushed the diamond rock down your third finger, and for a second, you took in its beauty, unaware that Jack was admiring you the same way.

Glancing back up, Jack leaned forward until his tender lips touched yours. Completely chaste at first, the sensuous kiss grew deeper as time ticked away in the background, the two of you lost in each other’s taste and touch. Suddenly, Jack pulled away breathlessly, his chest rising and falling in tandem with yours.

“I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority,” Jack avowed to you, eyes shining with pure fondness. “So, I was thinking of taking a week off from work, maybe even two if they’ll let me.”

“And do what?” You questioned with a raised brow.

“To celebrate our anniversary, of course. We could also start planning the wedding which we still need a date for. And if you want, we could even take a trip somewhere; get out of LA for a bit and relax.”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, you encircled your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. “That all sounds lovely.”

“Good,” Jack agreed with a smile as he softly swayed with you. “Where do you want to go? Name any place you want, and I’ll take you there.”

“It doesn’t matter where,” you replied, realizing that this was everything you ever wanted in life; happy and content, being loved by Jack wholly and adoringly. “I’ll go anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”

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Devil's Kiss

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Combined two requests 💌✨

italic = flashback

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(A/N: I'm officially back and I want to say thank you to everyone who sent me such wonderful messages and instead of just Death Stranding, I will be writing other characters of different games. xoxo 💘)

Higgs wasn't a good person, he's an awful person who tried to kill both you and Sam and yet, you were a stuttering mess around him. It was truly embarrassing but you just couldn't help it.

Much to your surprise, he became your friend? It was an odd relationship between you and him but it was better than him trying to murder you. At first, you only humor him and tried not to get yourself killed but overtime, you became excited to see Higgs.

He became the highlight of your day.

You enjoyed his company and hanged off his every word. Higgs was charming and was cool as a cucumber. You couldn't help but be a lovesick puppy over him. It was hard to hide that fact from everyone else but Higgs saw right through your lies. He knew how you felt and he still teased you relentlessly.

A yawn escaped your mouth as you sat your things down beside you, the Timefall creating a soft sound.

You were taking care of Sam's deliveries before Timefall came. It was worst than usual and you decided to use the time to rest for a bit. You weren't used to walking so much, only making small deliveries, but Sam needed the extra hands for a few of them. You were happy to help, ignoring the concerned comments from Deadman.

You've never been so far away from Bridges or Deadman, only making small deliveries. So when Sam asked for your help, Deadman was quick to deny Sam's offer. You were one of the only things that Deadman actually connected to, the other being Sam and Lou.

It took a lot of convincing but Deadman was finally on board, sorta but not really. While strapping everything on, Deadman gave you a big speech about the dangers of the BT's and the mules. You couldn't help but laugh at his behavior, his own laughter soon joining yours.

You gave him a hug before heading out, a hand grabbing your forearm. You expected a goofy Deadman but his face told a different story, "And never get near Higgs or the Homo Demens. You run away from them as fast as you can, understood?"

You slowly nodded your head before officially heading to your first location.

You were thankful for the clear skies and the warm weather. You didn't want to admit it but you were nervous about the trip. Especially after Deadman's speech about BT's and Mules but the Higgs part scared you the most. You've never seen him before but you remember Sam mentioning his name.

Maybe it was luck but you were thankful to have pick a cave that had large, smooth rocks for you to lay against. You picked one that was facing the open view. Timefall may be a terrible thing for everyone but you found it intriguing.

You crossed your arms before leaning back against the rock, taking one last glance at the view before falling into a deep slumber.

You slept for a couple of hours before slowly coming back to the real world. You moaned a bit as you stretched your legs from their curled postion. It felt good to stretched after a deep slumber. You yawned before laying your head back down on your stuff.

You stayed in this postion for a second, attempting to go back asleep, before feeling something stroke your hair. "You must've have had an adventure to be this tired or maybe you just wanna stay close to me."

Your eyes opened wide, already feeling your cheeks get warm at the postion. Not really sure how you got in the situation but your head was laying on the man's thigh, a little too close to his-

"Timefall should let up soon and you'll be able to head back home, doesn't that sound nice?" The man spoke, his mask making his voice husky.

You slowly sat up, thinking of multiple ways to get out of this situation. You heard the man chuckle before he stood up, lending you a hand. Although most people wouldn't take it, you had somewhat faith that this man wouldn't kill you if you played your cards right.

He pulled you up before undoing the sleeves of your suit, slightly grazing the open skin on your stomach. It took a second to realize that he was helping you pack everything back up, preparing you to go back out.

Neither of you said anything as he made sure your packages were tightly packed on. You couldn't see his face but you were lost in his golden mask. Being shorter than him, you got to study the small details in his mask.

The man made a small noise before removing his left glove, putting it in his right hand. His ungloved hand cupped your face, with his thumb resting upon your lower lip. You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared at the moment.

"Open your mouth" He whispered, a small 'ah' falling from his lips when you obeyed, slightly parting your lips. You were in trance by this man but who was he? You desperately wanted to know who he was and why he had so much power over you.

Before you knew it, the man disappeared when he heard a man call out for you. It took you a second to collect your thoughts but when you did, you realised that Sam was calling out for you.

Too busy with daydreaming, you weren't paying attention to your path and ended up tripping. You let out a little moan of pain before hearing the devil's voice.

"You really are falling for me, huh?" You could tell by Higgs smug voice that he was smirking. You rolled your eyes before getting back up, dusting yourself off. The packages were still safe and sound on you.

Ignoring Higgs, you started back on your path to East Knox. It didn't surprise you that he started following you but you were surprised that he was staying quiet. Higgs usually was annoying you or took your stuff to hide. He wanted your attention 24/7.

"Are you speechless because I'm just that attractive?"

You stopped in your tracks before smacking his arm, "Higgs, I've never seen your face before. You're always wearing that stuipd mask! God, you're annoying!"

Your little outburst was shocking to both you and Higgs but it was tiring to love someone and still not see what they look like. Not giving him a chance to reply, you started walking faster.

It wasn't long until you felt bad about what you said, it was hard to stay mad at Higgs. Swallowing your pride, you turn around to apologize but Higgs was nowhere to be seen. Shocker! Another tantrum from "The Particle of God that Permeates All Existence". You rolled your eyes before turning back around, coming face to face with Higgs.

"Wow" You said in a low whispered tone. Higgs had removed his mask but still kept that damn hood on. It didn't really matter because you could still the little details on his face. You were falling in love all over again.

Higgs smirked at your reaction, "You really are speechless, huh?" He laughed a little bit as you study his face. You fell in love with his blue eyes and the black rings that wrapped around them.

Reality set in and you begun to realized that you were staring a bit too long at Higgs face. Looking down, you quickly apologize for yelling at him and for staring. Higgs let out a little 'hm' before grabbing your chin, bringing you back to his face.

"I loved watching you run around and drop things off for Deadman. It was entertaining," Higgs stopped for a moment, picking his words carefully. "but I realized that I was focusing so much on you that I didn't care about anything else."

Higgs almost seemed amused by your reaction but you knew he was still the same old Higgs. You couldn't forget what he did to everyone, especially to Sam. Higgs wasn't a good guy, he would never changed.

The war in your head went away after Higgs pulled you in for a kiss.

He truly was the devil

this sucks im sorry

[sinsbymanka]

50 Questions You Have Never Been Asked

Tagged by @lostinfantasies38! Tagging - @tuffypelly, @corylion, @eranehn, @silvanils, @fandomn00blr, @odekiax, and whoever else wants in!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

And immediately I have to reveal how high maintenance I am. I have four. They’re red, teal, and black and they’re all different no matter what my husband says. 

2. A food you never eat?

Tapioca - I’m allergic (which is a shame because BUBBLE TEA. It looks so fun!!) 

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Always cold - I struggle with pretty chronic iron deficiency so I’m an icicle. 

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

I think I was eating Chinese food? 

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

Twix. Either side. 

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

I have been to far too many. The only ones I like are hockey (yay!) but I’ve been to Basketball and Baseball games. The last time I went to a basketball game, I read a novel on my phone. Husband was not amused. 

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

"Why are you like this?” - To the infamous watermelon head puppers as he put his whole damn noggin on my shoulder. 

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip. 

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Cream top tea from the Chinese restaurant

10. Do you like your wallet?

It’s the best wallet I’ve ever owned and I’ve had it for like four years. I refuse to get another one. 

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Cold sesame noodles and dumplings

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I don’t think so but I’ve done a lot of online shopping, it’s all a blur. I just wait to see what shows up in the mail. 

13. The last sporting event you watched?

Does watching my husband play NBA 2K20 count? If no - then I think we went to a minor league hockey game in January or February? 

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

ALRIGHT. Bear with me. Pop your popcorn and then dump some hidden valley ranch dressing mix seasoning packets on it. BEST. THING. EVER. (I’ve been told you can buy ranch seasoning shakers for popcorn, but I’ve never tried them, I just use the seasoning packets) 

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

My Husband: “I love you too babe.” cause we’re sweet like that. 

16. Ever go camping?

Yes, I’m not a fan. I’m like a houseplant - I like the idea of outside but if you put me out there I will die.  

17. Do you take vitamins?

So many. 

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

Nope and I never will again. 

19. Do you have a tan?

Not currently, but I do tan! God bless whoever the swarthy skin tone came from. 

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Chinese food. 

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

No? What kind of monster does this on the regular? Don’t use straws unless you have to - it’s bad for the turtles. 

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

I dislike socks - I usually wear tights because I’m wearing skirts and dresses. 

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

The better question: Do you ever drive below the speed limit? 

24. What terrifies you?

Many things. The biggest thing, lately, is that I’m not doing enough to get this world back on track and that I should be doing more. The time for discussion, negotiation, and bargaining for basic human rights is over. I want to smash windows, tear down institutions, and torch mansions. 

25. Look to your left what do you see? 

Watermelon head, just where he always is. 

26. What chore do you hate?

I hate the sound of the vacuum cleaner. Absolutely hate it. 

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Immediately of Steve Irwin. I watched a shit ton of animal planet as a child. 

28. What is your favorite soda?

I can’t drink soda very often because it makes be a bit ill - but I love coke. 

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through? 

I also can’t have fast food often because it me very ill. So when I do stop - it’s usually to satisfy my ever present french fry craving and I feel silly going in and ordering one thing. 

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

The chinese food delivery guy or watermelon head if he counts. 

31. Favorite cut of beef?

The other thing that makes me sick! I rarely eat beef, even when I cook it for my husband. The only thing I usually can’t resist is a mean sloppy joe or taco - so that would be ground beef done extra lean which probably doesn’t count. 

32. Last song you listened to?

This is Me - Kesha from The Greatest Showman soundtrack 

33. Last book you read?

Also fanfiction. I have no spoons for new fiction at this time. I’m making my way through some nonfiction books slowly - “Michael and Natasha” by Rosemary and Donald Crawford is my current choice. 

34. Favorite day of the week?

Fridays? 

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Possibly? 

36. How do you like your coffee?

Flavored creamer if possible - if not just cream. I never seem to get the sugar ratio right on my own. 

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

My utterly impractical, goes with one outfit, red high heeled mary jane’s. God I love those shoes. 

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

Between 10 and 11p - I take medicine that knocks me out pretty quick at night. 

39. At what time do you normally get up?

Between 5 and 7a? I don’t know when I turned into my father - but I’m up with the fucking sun no matter what. 

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

Sunrises - especially over the ocean. 

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

On the bed? Two. Beside my side of the bed? Four more. Plus the dog has a blanket. Don’t judge me. 

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

Vintage find - white with yellow and orange daffodils. 

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

Wine to get started, but I almost always end up switching to whiskey if I’m out. 

44. Do you play cards?

I learned to play poker very young and I’m surprisingly good at it. 

45. What color is your car?

It’s called Seafoam, which is a pretty pearlescent green <-- same?! @lostinfantasies38 do you drive a Subaru too? 

46. Can you change a tire?

YES. My father, when he was losing his eyesight and I was sixteen, wanted me to know how to change my own oil and my own tires cause “he wouldn’t be able to see to do it.” Before that makes you too sad - he 100% still sat in the driveway and listened to me do these things while offering “advice.” Bonus: I was one of the only people of either gender I knew in college who could do these things. 

Do I actually do them any longer? fuck no. I don’t want to get dirty and I got myself a husband. 

47. What is your favorite province? 

I’ve only ever been to Toronto, so whatever province that’s in.

48. Favorite job you ever had?

I don’t know if I have a favorite? I’ve gotten to travel a lot in my current job, and I’ve done a lot of presentations and met a lot of people I wouldn’t have otherwise, plus it’s less hazardous to my mental health. So. Grantwriter/Researcher it is. 

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

In November 2019 (which seems like forever ago but I know it wasn’t) I was rear-ended by an 18 wheeler on the highway. It was a nasty crash and I still can’t quite drive on the highway. I was actually nearly completely unscathed despite rolling my car and it being totaled. I emerged with a concussion and two cuts - one on the back of my left hand which is small. I had another shallow cut which is mostly hidden under my hair, but I can feel the scar. It does creep out under my hair onto my forehead about a half-inch. 

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

On my morning walk with watermelon head, we stopped outside our neighbors house to wave through the window so their kiddos could see puppers. Judging from their faces - they were pretty happy (but who wouldn’t be to be greeted with watermelon head?) 

[unchartedterritoria]

Dangerous (Sam Drake x OC) - Chapter 30

*NEW CHAPTER*

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5* Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10 * Chapter 11 * Chapter 12 * Chapter 13 * Chapter 14 * Chapter 15 * Chapter 16 * Chapter 17 * Chapter 18 * Chapter 19 * Chapter 20 * Chapter 21 * Chapter 22 * Chapter 23* Chapter 24 * Chapter 25 * Chapter 26 * Chapter 27 * Chapter 28 * Chapter 29

As always, you can read the story thus far on A03  HERE

Tags: @jodiereedus22, @shambhalala, @missdictatorme​ @bechobbi​

Reviews and comments are always appreciated!

The heels of Faith's shoes dragged along the stone floor, kicking up small dust clouds of sand and dirt behind her. Her head lolled back, her strength all but gone, barely able to open her eyes on her swollen face. Through puffy slits, she saw nothing but the gray ceiling of the hallway above her pass by. A set of large hands were stuffed under each armpit, which was each attached to a large, burly man.

Oh look, more of the goon squad, Faith thought to herself. Her lips began to form a smile, but the broken skin of her lips and cheeks made her stop, close her eyes and wince, trying to hide a small whimper under her breath.

"It's alright, Miss Faith, we've reached your accommodations for the night," The big man on her right said without malice or anger, his voice thick like Georgia peach syrup. The light began to darken as the hallway closed in. Faith opened her eyes to see herself being dragged through a narrow doorway, under a familiar sign.

Whoso Entereth Here Leaveth All Hopes Behind.

I get to spend the night in Samuel Mudd's cell.

Deluxe accommodations.

The burly men brought Faith to the far wall of the small cell. They took care in putting her down, propping her up against the damp walls, and set down a small juice box next to her before retreating back through the doorway. The heavy wooden door closed solidly, limiting the fading daylight to a minuscule hole in the masonry that served as a window.

Faith felt the blood trickle down the back of her throat, her head tilted back against the wall.

You're wrong. I know you're wrong.

This was all that she could repeat, over and over again until her throat was dry and voice crackling through the tears as Jasper revealed to her what Sully had revealed to Sam that same night.

"My dear, I have absolutely no reason on this Earth to lie to you. I don't believe in lies; it blemishes one's character."

Jasper clasped his hands behind his back while he paced in front of Faith, looking like a prosecutor attacking a witness on a stand. "Was he not the one to urge you onto this little adventure? Was he not the one who greedily stared at that Bible every time it saw the light of day? Was it not he who talked you into promising it to him in exchange for information? And was he not the one that just so happened to gloss over his time in Central America while bragging about his past incarcerations? Isn't it all just a little too...coincidental?"

The sentences fell heavily, their weight compounded upon her, adding to the brokenness that Jasper had tortured into Faith all afternoon.

"I don't say this very often, Miss Spencer, but you are not a stupid woman. Look at the signs. He knew who you were. You were being used. A means to a wealthy end and a plaything besides,” his voice tutting as he shook his head. “It's a shame. Really.”

“No, no, no, no,” Faith murmured under her breath, gently rocking against her bonds, a self-soothing mechanism she hadn't done in ages.

Jasper squatted down in front of her, his cheeks tightening against his face to mask the grimace of pain. He took the tip of her chin, streaked with blood and spit, gently between his deformed fingers. Faith let the action happen, she was just too tired to fight it.

Samuel Drake caused this. What happened to your father was his fault. What happened to your mother was his fault, and subsequently, what happened to you is also his fault.

In the small cell, Faith brought her knees to her chest slowly. The head of Jasper's cane had worked her over, leaving bruises, gashes, and burning welts on her body. She poked gently at one of the suspicious-looking burns on her thigh, the top layer of skin hovered over it, the blister already beginning to form. The surface gave way quickly to the slightest touch, making it ooze, and pain radiate up her thigh. Faith inhaled sharply, clenching her teeth.

What the fuck, she thought to herself. Jasper had interrogated Faith for hours. The head of his cane that had smashed against her had never felt hot. The small penknife he had used had also held no heat when it sliced into her on more than one occasion. There was no blowtorch or branding iron either, thankfully.

Faith sat silently against the wall, staring out her small paneless window. Silent minutes passed while she stared at the fort's large and lone cannon, which sat atop the roof across the courtyard of the concrete octagon. Its barrel, de charcoal, stood out against the muted blue hues of the sky as dusk approached.

Moving towards the corner, she slid herself against the base of the wall. Each muscle in her body screamed in harmony as she pushed herself with the heels of her shoes. Sweat dripped down her forehead and down the tip of her nose. Her eyes refused to leave the cannon.

The cold cinder wall was refreshing, curling herself into the safety of the corner, gingerly wiping the pink-tinted perspiration from her face. The cannon never left her eyesight.

Why have a cannon that never got used? Faith thought. Her mouth hung open, her body refusing to let her breathe through her swollen and most likely broken nose.

Her brain was a fog of broken images and random words. Illinois, Key West, Fort Jefferson, Samuel Mudd. She felt the answer dangling over her head in puzzle pieces trying to be put together. And somehow, she knew she had the last one as Sam's inquisitive grin sliced through the fog. She could see the quirk of the corner of his mouth and the bright hazel of his eyes full of calm curiosity. The bright aqua of his shirt clashing with the lime green object he had his hand on. A lime green cannon.

You ever think they hid anything in here?

Sam's voice echoed in her ears with perfect, heartbreaking clarity, the key that finally turned the tumblers as Faith finally figured it out.

She knew where the treasure was.

Faith chuckled.

Then she started to cry. The sobs ripped through her, coming in shallow gasps of breath as her thoughts spiraled out of control. Is it possible she could have been so wrong, such a horrible judge of character? To come out of her shell more than she had in years to the person that had helped create the shell in the first place? Was she that stupid, or that desperate for just a moment of companionship? To feel something colorful and warm in a world that had left her cold and alone. No, no, Jasper was wrong. Jasper was a liar... wasn't he?

Faith brought a knee up to her chest and buried her head in her crossed arms. Her knotted hair dusted with sand, and dirt shielded her head from the sun dying through her small window.

Between the hitching sobs, through the tears, snot, and drying blood, all Faith could do was manage a whisper. A pained plea that could barely be heard through the void of her cell.

"Help me, Ma, please help me."

[neonweeknds]

Second Chances (Dad!Cal One Shot)

*this is pure fluff, I got this idea just randomly one day so I wrote it down, I just wanted to have some fun with it, I know I haven’t posted in a while but I should hopefully have more time to start writing now, I’m also not sure if I want to keep this as a one shot or make a series out of it, so if you guys have any ideas for me for this dad!cal, don’t be afraid to tell me, anyways enjoy (2.3k)

***

He was tired.

Calum had been running around all day doing promo for their latest album. It wasn’t easy, especially if you have a six-year-old attached to your hip 24/7. Kaia was filled with more than enough energy to go around. The whole band had been up since six in the morning, but Kaia has yet to feel even slightly sleepy.

The twenty-five-year-old dad had made a promise to his daughter that morning, that if she were good all day, he would take her to go get her nails done professionally. Ever since she saw uncle Lukes red nails, she’s wanted hers done too. He’s starting to regret that already because truth be told he just wants to go to bed.

But he kept his promise which is what led him and his little girl walking into a quaint little nail salon at around seven o’clock at night. Probably later than she should be staying up for but its obvious she wasn’t going to be tired any time soon.

The salon was empty of customers, the only person visible he could see, was someone tidying up. Was this place closed? He thought to himself, but there was no closed sign on the door.

The bell rung signaling that someone had entered the store. Gwen turned around to find a rather attractive tall, tanned skinned man with dark curly hair, holding onto, who she could only assume to be the man’s daughters, small hand. She paused what she was doing and set down her cloth as she walked towards them.

‘Hi, is there anything I could do for you’ she smiled politely.

Calum cleared his throat as he looked at the absolute beauty in front of him. Her voice was so soft and delicate. She had long and thick curly hair, freckles adorning her makeup free face and the prettiest green eyes he’s ever seen. She was almost a foot shorter than him as he looked down at her and caught a glimpse of her name tag.

‘Gwen’ he thought to himself. It suited her.

His daughters excited voice pulled him out of his trance as she spoke up. ‘My daddy’s letting me get my nails done. He promised me that if I was good all day, he would let me’ she said rapidly.

Calum looked up at the girl in front of him ‘You aren’t closed right?’ he asked, hoping he wouldn’t let down his daughter.

Gwen was surprised at his deep voice, she could sense a slight accent in there. Technically she was about to close, but she wasn’t going to turn them away. She smiled at the two and shook her head ‘I think I can make an acception for you two, follow me over here’ she said as she lead them towards the back.

Kaia’s eyes lit up when she spotted a pink manicure chair, covered in butterflies and hearts. ‘Have a seat’ Gwen said to the little girl. Kaia eagerly climbed onto the chair, the look of pure excitement never leaving her face.

Gwen turned to the energetic girl’s father ‘You can have a seat right there if you’d like’ she told him while pointing to a chair a beside hers. He nodded quietly, not saying anything as he took a seat beside her. She pulled out a bin under the table with an array of different nail colors for the little girl to choose from. Her eyes got even bigger in size once she sees all the polish.

‘Now, you can pick any color from this box, and maybe later we can add some sparkles to finish it off’ Gwen told her as her smile widened at the sight of the little girl.

Calum was watching them both intently, interacting with one another. Kaia, of course reached for the bright red color to match her uncle’s nails.

‘Red huh, this is a beautiful color’ she said. Kaia nodded and grinned as she spoke excitedly ‘My uncle Luke has red nails, I wanted to match with him’, Gwen nearly melted at what she’d just said.

‘Daddy’ a small voice called. Calum blinked rapidly before looking at his little girl. ‘You should get your nails done too, uncle Luke said you guys used to go all the time’ she beamed and continued to look at her nails being painted.

Gwen turned to look at him, wondering what his response would be. She wouldn’t mind doing his nails, especially if she got to be closer to him. The father was quiet, before a small smile made its way onto his face. ‘Sure, why not’ he shrugged ‘You good with that’ he asked Gwen wanting to make sure she was ok with it, especially since she was probably supposed to be closed already.

She smiled happily and nodded ‘I’m good with that’.

It seemed odd to Calum that he knew her name, but she didn’t know his, so his next move was quite bold on his part. ‘My name is Calum’ he blurted out. Gwen giggled, not trying to b rude but he was being really cute without even trying.

He’s not sure if her laughing is a good thing but it still made a blush arise on his cheeks. Give him a break, he hasn’t been on a date since he was nineteen. Ever since Kaia was born, she’s been his only priority. Her mom wasn’t around anymore, and he had no time for dating with his busy schedule. He can bet that the boys would all be laughing at him right now for his lack of flirting skills.

‘Its nice to meet you Calum, I’m Gwen’ she said. She realized he’s most likely seen her name tag already, but he looked a little nervous. Who knew someone as attractive as him could get all shy and flustered.

‘And I’m Kaia’ the little girl giggled. That seemed to ease the nerves in the room.

He had no idea why he was so nervous. He’d just met the girl less than half an hour ago. Maybe it was just her kind presence or her gorgeous smile. It also helped that she didn’t seem to know who he was in terms of the band and if she did, she wasn’t showing it.

 ***

 Kaia was sitting still, afraid to mess up her red nails. Her and Gwen were having a conversation about Disney princesses. Kaia arguing that Belle was the best and Gwen saying it was Ariel.

‘But Belle saved the beast she-‘

‘Yes but Ariel traded her legs for love I-‘

‘You guys are both wrong, Jasmine is the best’ Calum stated while shrugging. Kaia’s mouth hung agape while Gwen just shook her head ‘And why do you think that huh’ she teased.

‘Well first of all, she’s so full of spirit and determination, she’s so focused on fighting for her dad really she just-‘ Calum stopped as he realized he was rambling on about his favorite Disney princess to a cute stranger. Both girls are silent before they both burst out in a fit of giggles.

The older girl found it adorable and, in some way, oddly settling that he wasn’t afraid to admit to watching Disney princess movies and even having a favorite.

‘Sorry but you are wrong, Ariel is the best and you can’t change my mind’ Gwen said as a small smile made its way on her lips.

The three of them continued to talk about anything and everything. Kaia told Gwen some stories about her dad and her band while they’re on tour, she told her how excited she was to go back to school. She talked about how much she missed her dog Duke and how her aunt Mali is looking after him.

And Gwen loved it. So did Calum, he loved seeing his little girl converse so easily with another person. Especially a girl, since she hasn’t really had a close bond with another woman other than Mali.

Before he knew it, Kaia’s nails were all done with the perfect sparkly red manicure. She hopped out of her chair before she ran around the table to show her dad.

‘Daddy look, they’re just like uncle Luke’s, they’re so pretty’ her eyes were full of excitement showing off her new nails. Kaia whipped her head around, her brown curly locks flying with her, she ran into Gwen’s legs and hugged her tightly.

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love them’ her muffled voice said. She pulled away and looked at her dad who had a smile on his face from watching the interaction. ‘Daddy, it’s your turn now’ her small voice spoke as she continued to admire her nails.

Calum looked up at Gwen and raised and eyebrow ‘Alright let’s do this’ his gruff voice spoke as he took a seat in front of her instead of beside her. Kaia had taken Calum’s spot and was currently on his phone that he gave her to distract her for bit.

Gwen started on the basics, cleaning his nails, filing them, making sure they’re even as he chose a simple black color for his nails ‘So, you’re in a band huh’ she asked him. She was surprised when Kaia had mentioned this, she wasn’t very in tune with the generation’s music, so she wasn’t necessarily surprised she didn’t recognize him.

Calum didn’t mind that she had no clue whatsoever as to who he was, it was kind of refreshing. ‘Yeah, me and my three best friends, been together since 2011’ he told her. Her eyes grew wide at this. ‘Eight years wow that’s a long time’ she stated. He nodded ‘I don’t know how I’ve managed to stay sane this long’ he chuckled ‘But no I enjoy it, I travel the world with my best friends, play for thousands of people, create music’ he told her with a look of pure joy on his face

‘Sounds like a dream come true’ she smiled, and he nodded in agreement ‘It really is’ he paused ‘Tell me about you though’

She shrugged starting to coat his nails in black polish ‘There’s not much to tell, I own the salon, I opened around two years ago, I guess I’ve always been interested in cosmetology so after I graduated from the cosmetology program in college, I took out a loan and opened up this place’

‘Looks like we both found something we loved and made a lives out of it’ he paused, unsure if he really wanted to ask this next question, but it slipped out of his mouth before he knew it ‘I don’t suppose you have a partner who helps you, a boyfriend maybe?’ he mentally cringed, he doesn’t remember the last time he tried to asked a girl out.

Key word is tried.

Gwen thought it was adorable ‘That’s a lame way to find out if I have a boyfriend or not’ she laughed. Calum lets his head fall and he groaned ‘Was it that obvious’ he chuckled. 

‘Daddy, even I knew that was bad’ Kaia’s voice called out before giggling. Calum looked at his daughter and then back at Gwen who has a grin plastered on her face. ‘Are you just gonna sit there and laugh at me now’ he said as he tried not to move his hand, so he didn’t mess up his nails.

Gwen shook her head and smiled ‘For the record, it’s just me, no boyfriend’ she stated, she sees him take a deep breath at her confession. ‘Good’ he said.

She raised an eyebrow ‘Why?’ she questioned. It was quite obvious as to why, but she just liked bugging him, he was even cuter when he got nervous. ‘You’re getting a kick out of this aren’t you’ he asked. Gwen finished the last coat of nail polish on his nail before looking up at him ‘Maybe just a little bit’ she giggled.

The chair screeched from beside Calum as he saw Kaia move closer to him. She sighed ‘Daddy, do you need me to ask her for you’

Gwen laughed even harder at this, finding the father and daughter duo absolutely endearing. Calum shook his head, dark hair moving with his actions, ‘No sweetie, I think I’m good’ he told her, rubbing his eyes.

‘Can you please hurry because I’m hungry and I need to show uncle Luke my nails’ she breathed out. Calum nodded ‘I’ll try’. Gwen was watching this interaction with grin stuck on her face as he turned to look at her.

‘Well, Gwen, I’ve had a surprisingly good time with you here, so would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime?’ he asked, his eyes filled with hope.

‘How could I say no to that’ she smirked.

Maybe he’s getting a second chance at love after all.

***

tags : @softforcal @irwinkitten @gothcal @glitterprincelu @gigglyirwin @crownedbyluke @keeponfallling @abitloudforanaccousticset

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How A General Came to Be (Part 3)

A/N: I know it’s been awhile, but I got slammed with papers and the idea for a Heimdall story. I hope y’all enjoy it, and let me know what you think! I also might try my hand at writing Sam Wilson before the year’s end, so let me know if y’all’d be interested in that. ☺️

No Warnings!

Part 1 / Part 2

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— Okoye and Ayo were phenomenal guards to Queen Mother Ramonda Udaku

— Whenever she and King T’Chaka would hear requests from other tribes, Okoye would be at the Queen Mother’s right hand while Ayo would be closer to the door to deter possible threats

— The sessions were tedious, at best because what could you complain about in utopia

— When the royal family got together for dinner, their personal guards were stationed around the dining hall

— And Okoye and Ayo always managed to stay beside one another whenever they picked their spots

— In the evening, Ayo would retire to her separate quarters within the Royal Suite, while Okoye would stand watch for the first shift

— It took many months for the Queen to convince Okoye to call her Ramonda in private, as she was tired of all the formalities and stiltedness that Okoye displayed 24-7

— Soon enough, on her off-days Okoye began to join Queen Mother for her daily activities like breakfast

— It was hard enough to remember not to stand with the other guards, but Shuri’s snickering reminded Okoye to sit and enjoy (rather sheepishly, she may add)

— Okoye would even give a hand when Ramonda wanted to go into the city and do her community rounds

— They’d visit the elderly and the children, bringing gifts and snacks for them to enjoy. Okoye would be showing the kids new moves, while the elderly would get a listening ear to their problems

— Okoye and Queen Mother got so close that she was allowed to participate in other ventures such as the army meetings that occurred on a regular

— When her superior officers gathered in the throne room, Okoye would watch her them plan battle strategies and formations, absorbing the information greedily

— During one meeting, with all the tribes present, Major Dayo reported a breach along the border. She had a plan in place and was ready to deploy the Dora to contain the situation

— However, Okoye immediately saw three flaws in their formation and couldn’t help but to say, “Wouldn’t that leave the left side open for attacks or escape?”

— Major Dayo’s glare, along with the stares of the elders, made Okoye want to shrink away for a second. However, Dayo barked, “You think you can do better, Private?”

— Fury made Okoye jump into action, creating a strategy so quickly her SO’s were impressed.

— They put her plan to the test, and it worked perfectly, no flaws whatsoever

— Her actions were worth it, as Okoye was immediately offered Major Dayo’s position

— “Perhaps you could learn a few things from her while you’re being demoted,” General Tujuka said to a shocked Dayo.

— The General bowed to Queen Mother before stating, “I believe Okoye could do much more for Wakanda if she were placed elsewhere, specifically as a Major.”

— With Queen Mother’s approval, Okoye went from personal guard of the Queen to Major of the Dora Milaje

— Okoye worked tirelessly and swiftly, surpassing the prior major’s lifetime of work by her second year with the job

— It’s been five years since she became a Dora Milaje, and two since she became a Major

— On this anniversary, Okoye ventured out to the Border Tribe, just to give herself a change of pace

— She loved seeing The Border tribesmen work. It’s so different compared to Central Wakanda that she’s wooed by the tribe’s charm

— Okoye walks to their rhino enclosure, leaning on the fence to softly call to one on the other side.

— The animal lumbered over, making a curious sound at her outstretched hand before licking a stripe up her face

— “You know, when rhinos kiss a person like that, it means that you have a good soul?” A sexy voice called.

— Okoye glanced to the right, observing a man around her age saunter up to her. He had beautiful skin, with soulful eyes and full lips stretched into a smile.

— “So rhinos are a good judge of character?” Okoye teased. She watched the rhino kiss him too, before saying, “Hello, I am Major Okoye. I presume you are a good soul as well.”

— “I should hope so,” he chuckles. “I am W’Kabi of the Border Tribe.”

— They shook hands, butterflies settled in Okoye’s stomach, and she thought to herself, He’ll do

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End Note: Thank you all for following this series. There may be one or two more to wrap this up, because I love Okoye ❤️❤️

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Becoming Human - Chapter 24

Previous Chapters:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23

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“What are you doing?” I asked as Leo stood in the kitchen, midway through washing the dishes that he insisted he do to feel more at home after being away so long. He remained unmoving, holding a dishcloth in one hand and a plate in the other, his eyes unfocused.

It made me frown and I approached him, tapping his shoulder. “Leo?”

He moved all too quickly then, the plate dropping to the ground in a shatter and his body contorted as he attempted to understand where he was and what had happened. Leo’s eyes fell to my foot and he gasped, picking me up and carrying me quickly to the sofa. “You’re bleeding. I hurt you!”

“It was an accident, you zoned out, don’t stress.” I glanced at the small cut on the top of my foot where my slipper didn’t cover and smiled. “It’s so tiny, Leo.”

“Stay there,” he commanded all the same, rushing to the bathroom and returning with the first aid kit, sitting down on the coffee table and then expertly dressed my wound. He then stared at it for some time, sighing a little now and then. I wasn’t worried about my foot at all, but I was about him.

“Leo?”

“Huh?” He blinked several times, his eyes finally focusing on mine. He looked so exhausted.

“Maybe you need to take a break in your schedule, you’re really tired.”

“I’m tired?” he enquired, looking over himself and then shaking his head. “My battery is at ninety-seven percent.”

“Then why do you seem so exhausted?”

“I don’t know,” he answered slowly, sitting down on the couch and lifting my legs so they were now resting in his lap. Smiling as he gently ran his hands up and down them; he then rested his head on the back of the couch and stared at me. “I missed you.”

“It’s weird that you’re busier when you’re in the same city as me,” I admitted and he sighed.

“We’re launching a new aspect to all Kboys soon and it’s been keeping me rather preoccupied.”

I nodded. “Our call center has been pretty hectic of late too.”

“Business is good,” he mentioned as he closed his eyes, nodding once. And then he was out to it again. I smiled, leaning over to wave my hand in his face before getting up quietly.

“So much for a full battery, you little liar. Rest up well, you need it.”

  At first, I continued to believe it was exhaustion, as further shutdowns happened over the next week. Most were innocent but there were awkward ones too, like when he fell asleep on the elevator at work with a bunch of co-workers around us. Or when we were walking home from work and he just stopped moving. It had taken fifteen minutes to rouse him enough to get home. Even forcing him to stand on his charge station did nothing, because he kept saying his battery levels were reading at max power. It was odd, but nothing seemed more serious than being midway through sex and everything suddenly halting just as I was close to climaxing.

“You’re freaking kidding me!” I breathlessly cried out and slapped at his chest. The man beneath me did nothing in response and I groaned heavily, slumping down into the bed beside him and glared up at the roof. There had to be an answer for why this kept happening and if he wasn’t going to be bothered by it, I would make sure to address it myself.

The next day, I followed Gunhee and Leo up into their department, dragging Leo by his hand into Doctor Jung’s office. The older man was surprised by our visit, especially since I was hardly invited here for assessments anymore. Leo had grown some independence in exchange for his home being permanently at my apartment.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” the doctor mentioned, and Leo glowered at me. “To what do I owe such a visit?”

“There’s something wrong with him.”

“Honestly Yerin, you’re being dramatic,” Leo stated darkly and I ignored him, pleading the doctor with my eyes to take my concerns seriously.

He nodded at me to continue and directed Leo to silently sit up on the examination chair. The dark haired man huffed but did as he was told and started to unbutton his shirt a little for the access Doctor Jung would require. “He’s been freezing. Or glitching. Going offline. Whatever it is, it’s increasing in the amounts it’s been happening and I’m worried.”

“What are your battery levels, Leo?” Doctor Jung requested.

Leo kept his focus on mine, tilting his head in annoyance. “Ninety-nine percent.”

“He shouldn’t be going offline then Miss Choi. Are you sure he’s not in deep thought?”

Last night’s incident almost made me scoff as I shook my head. “He never remembers what has happened; he’s unresponsive, sometimes up to fifteen minutes.”

The flash of panic in the doctor’s eyes was immediate and my mood swiftly changed. I had expected it to be a small problem, but with how he was reacting, instructing Leo with haste to prepare for his examination and buzzing a button on the wall that brought in Gunhee and the rest of his team, I became dizzy and confused. Why was there such a fuss? Maybe his battery was broken? Was that such a big deal? I was certain I had ordered a new battery for a Choi Minho model in the past month. It was all too overwhelming and I backed up slowly as the team encircled the now offline Leo.

There was a flurry of action, and a lot of voices with terms I couldn’t understand. But their tone told me enough.

This was serious.

I started to regret letting this carry on for over a week. Could I have helped him earlier so it wouldn’t get to whatever point it was at? My body began to shake as I feared the worst. I stood there convincing myself that these were trained scientists who made and repaired robots every day. Like doctors who healed humans, they were equipped with the knowledge to fix Leo.

He would be fine. He had to be.

After what felt like forever, Doctor Jung emerged out of the bustle, his eyes bleak. I didn’t like that look and I was transported to the day where he told me he would be taking Leo from me. Was this another challenge? I was tired of fighting to keep the man I loved at my side through his little games.

“Yerin,” he called. I knew he only used my name when serious. It made my knees buckle and I grasped onto whatever was beside me for support. “You need to come over here.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” I heard myself say but it didn’t sound right. It sounded too broken, too weak. He guided me over to the side where he had been working.

Although I knew what was under the lifelike skin of a Kboy all too well, it was surreal to see the machinery of Leo up close. It was intricate and beautiful and for a moment I was mesmerised. I travelled over the side of his head and all its little details until I saw what was sticking out. I didn’t need to be a doctor to see the damage.

“Yerin that is Leo’s main motherboard. It’s where his memory chip sits, and where all of his thought process happens. Essentially this small circuit is what makes him from our point of view exceptional.” Doctor Jung picked up one of his tools to gently scrape at the blackened surface. “This damage I don’t know what caused it. I’m guessing the perfectionist in Leo has created a monster in his thought process. One that isn’t allowing him to shut off when he needs to. Essentially, he’s burned out this section of the motherboard by thinking too much.”

“It can be repaired, right? Put a new one in.”

“We can do that Yerin, but there’s a big risk,” Gunhee said, my gaze turning to my best friend. He looked as destroyed as I felt. “Where the damage has happened is right near his memory bank. If we so much as make an error in the repair, he could be wiped for good.”

“Wiped as in how?” I knew the answer, but I couldn’t listen to my own thoughts. I needed the reassurance they would do everything to make sure Leo was coming home.

“Thankfully we store all of his data in our backups. And Leo has a smaller chip that he requested be put in his brain when he felt like there was not enough room and he needed to expand his thought space. I don’t know what is on it, he keeps that area private. But I do know is that we run the risk of losing him the longer we wait to repair everything,” Doctor Jung mentioned, glancing at me and then his team. “I know he belongs to us but we’ve come to respect Leo as one of our own. I know he’d respect us further if we ask his uh, next of kin to allow us to proceed, knowing all the risks.”

I blinked several times; the information was all too much to bear. But knowing any delay could cause problems for Leo spurred me to nod my head as the tears began to fall. I grabbed at his hand tightly before being steered out of the room by Gunhee, Jinyoung waiting for me on the outside. When the door shut I collapsed to the ground, my emotions flooding out of me.

Leo couldn’t leave me now. 

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Next chapter

A/N: Did anyone guess this from the hint I left in the previous chapter? Leo would overwork himself into a state like this D: I just hope you’re all ready for what happens next. 

I cannot believe next week is the last week of this fiction. I’m not crying, I swear >__>

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