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rt-lots · 9 months

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hiii um i wrote a hypnospace outlaw thingy... ive never shared my writing before so i am VERY nervous and i dont know how common this'll be 4 me but ya 👍

au where zane n corey paul r in the same school and also friends... in a mildly gay way

just fyi this isnt my usual writing style. unless you like it then actually i write like this exclusively and also all the time

word count is 1275 hope u likey 🙏

Zane has never heard of a tuba cover before. To him, it sounds pretty freaking stupid.

The tuba is not an instrument Zane has ever had any conscious thought about. To him, it's solely a background instrument for nerds in band to play at school assemblies. It's not really music- not like sick-as-crap electric guitar, bass or drums. It's the instrument you take out for marches, raising school spirit, and looking really lame.

Corey Paul, of course, feels differently.

The tuba is a beautiful instrument, both in sound and aesthetic. He likes how the gold tube wraps in on and around itself, almost making art with its function. It looks purposeful, because it is, and that air of maturity makes for good art. Corey also likes the sound of the tuba. He'd never really been an outgoing kid. His voice cracks under pressure or when he laughs too much and he's never had anything important enough to say with confidence. The tuba, though, is loud by default. Its sound is rich and deep, filling the room and demanding your attention. Corey likes that; he likes that the tuba knows what it wants, and both looks and sounds good doing it.

Zane's never really had much of a reason to give a crap what Corey thinks, though. They're friends, sure, but they both know where their interests lie. Corey had once tried bridging the gap by asking Zane if he could tuba him a song for his game, but quickly shut that down after being laughed at in his face.

Point is- it was fine. Corey could be a class clown comedian with an ugly instrument and Zane could be the X-Slayer game developer with all around superior tastes. Neither needed to change the other's mind.

…Which is why Corey's next move confuses him.

Corey stops Zane after his last class, doing that thing he does where he bounces on his heels in excitement. Corey and Zane have a schedule of hanging out every Thursday after school, and it's Monday, so he's not expecting him to come barreling into Mrs. Patterson's classroom, wheezing with excess energy, like he was rushing to see him. He doesn't expect Corey, someone usually so uptight about his personal space, to eagerly grab his shoulder, either, but he does that too, and it isn't terrible.

Through the breaths of an unathletic teenager who just ran down two flights of stairs and through a hall, Corey explains he has a surprise for Zane, something he's been working really hard on, and he just finished it so he has to come see it right now. Although confused, Zane doesn't have any gripes with this, and he tells Corey to just wait a minute for him to pack his things and he'll come see. Corey's hand retreats from his shoulder like a wounded animal, but he's still smiling as he says OK.

Zane thinks it's gross Corey's taking him to the Band Hall, otherwise known in his mind as Nerdface Central, but he reminds himself that Corey apparently worked hard on something for him, so he should hold back on any unsavory comments- just for a little bit.

Corey leads him to the center of the hall, up an elevated stage platform and to a white soor on the left. Zane feels some apprehension going in, like Corey's just asked him to walk straight into a teacher's lounge, but Corey opens the door and holds it for him, and the gesture is so homey that it'd feel wrong to do anything other than walk straight in.

The room past the door is significantly smaller, and seems to be some kind of closet. The room is entirely cleared out save for a small speaker, Corey's tuba case on the ground, and two chairs around it. Given that the chair furthest from him is right behind the tuba case, Zane assumes the other chair is for him, and slides his backpack off his shoulder, letting it fall to the ground before he sits in his seat.

The door shuts behind him and Corey hurries over to the speaker. Zane asks him what's the surprise but Corey unsurprisingly tells him to be patient. There's a small MP3 player attached to the speaker, and Corey fiddles with it some before pressing play. No sound comes out, but Corey doesn't seem alarmed, instead simply reaching down to his case and setting up his Tuba. He gently hauls it up into his lap and adjusts it accordingly, ready to be played. Zane feels a weird sort of antsy about it, and asks Corey again why exactly he's here. This time, Corey just smiles, and answers: "I found a Nothing Left For Me instrumental online."

Suddenly, the music starts.

Zane would recognize that intro anywhere, even when scraped to just its fundamentals. The realization is sudden, but interrupted by the deep tone of Corey's tuba. Zane almost can't hear the music over the tuba at first, but he's quick to notice how the instrumental and Corey's playing interact with eachother; they're meant to be the same song

Corey is playing him a tuba cover of Nothing Left For Me.

That sentence is about the lamest string of words Zane can possibly think of, but it really doesn't feel that way in the moment. Zane knows about Seepage- everything about Seepage- and he knows they don't post tutorials on how to play tuba covers of their music. For Corey to be playing a cover of Zane's favorite song, for him, on the freaking tuba, he'd have to have come up with the composition himself.

Usually, when receiving a gift, Zane doesn't feel much beyond a vague sense of hype and excitement. But imagining Corey listening to Nothing Left For Me for hours, reimagining it in a medium he could replicate, just to play it for Zane? He feels… flattered, which isn't a feeling he's used to.

A part of the back of Zane's mind is still arguing whether or not he likes this gift. Throwing Seepage's electric metal awesomeness into the ringer only for it to come out the end of a tuba should be a disgrace to Seepage itself, it says, and Zane agrees… just only in theory. Because maybe Corey didn't just listen to the song, maybe he had an understanding of what made it so awesome to Zane in the first place. And maybe that's why it manages to sound pretty good- even with a tuba.

Zane honestly didn't realize Corey liked him that much. As much as his cool punk persona was totally based in reality, he'd never had all that many friends. Not close ones, anyway. He hung out with dudes, they hung out with him, and that was about the end of it. None of his other buddies would make him a gift, nevertheless perform it for him. Does this mean something, then? Had Corey put nearly as much thought into this as Zane is thinking he did? The confrontation of this sudden fondness is confusing, and Zane doesn't know much of what to do with it.

Conveniently, of course, the music stops then, leaving a small bit of silence where Zane isn't totally snapped out of whatever train of thought Corey's sent him on. Corey either doesn't notice or doesn't care, and simply moves the interaction along with a "So? Did you like it?"

Zane looks Corey in the eye, past his square wire frame glasses and dorky grin. He smiles, all teeth, and a quick laugh escapes him, entirely gratitude and nerves as his ears burn a little behind him.

"Dude, you're really good!"

#fic tag #yay new tag #hypnospace outlaw #zane lofton #i am so nervous psoting this i feel like a dog with really skinny legs thata always shaking #and whimpers all the time #also FUCK COREY PAUL for making me WRITE A SCENE OF SOMEONE PLAYING TUBA #I am not a music person i was in the trenches writing this #undoomed by the narrative #thatbrassykid #im not tagging zanes username because im. scared but literally only my brother has posted thatbrassykid #so its a safe space #corey paul henderson #charlie told me to put his last name too...

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strawblyy · 3 months

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| Ace x Reader | Giving Your Life For His.

Summary: You give your life for Ace's saving him, but lose yours in the end. !!!!TRIGGERS!!!!: Death, injury, angst. 1k words. You were on Black Beard’s ship watching the battle next to him, “He’ll be ok, won’t he?” You said nervously. “Only time will tell, for now, we can only hope for the best.” You’ve known Ace Since he was just a kid, you were part of his group long before Luffy came along. Another kid that Garp had taken in. In fact, You were his legitimate grandchild. So you were basically the original. You and Ace had quarrels over every little thing but loved each other nonetheless. You insisted on living a normal life, he wanted to be a pirate. You liked Luffy when you first met, he didn’t. Ace thought he was a bug. You wanted to lead, but so did he. Back then there was hardly any group decision-making. Everyone wanted to be captain, meanwhile, I guess you were just a pedestrian cause they gave 0 craps what you said most of the time as they argued amongst themselves. What a headache right? As you grew up after “losing” Sabo, you were practically inseparable from Ace. You went where he went, did what he did, everything like that. Somewhere along the way you fell in love, and he felt the same. To this day nothing has changed. Other than you still just being support. He was over there fighting to protect who he loves and you were here standing by a wounded Black Beard, also fighting for his loved ones in his own way. You considered going down to fight alongside Ace but were afraid you’d be in Ace’s way. causing him harm. Your devil fruit power didn't exactly help at all. It was useless! The power you had was the Bless Bless Fruit. You were allowed to try and manifest things, just as you would a prayer. Though often you weren’t too lucky. It was a total hit-or-miss with this power. If you wanted it enough it may come to be true. But for whatever reason if they thought you didn’t deserve it, it would make no difference. Only rule, You couldn’t manifest anything for yourself. It was a selfless power. No one wanted it for that reason. It was passed around by a bunch of thugs and they didn’t want anything to do with it so they through it to the ground smushing it into the dirt. You, as a little homeless kid, found this to be the perfect opportunity to eat your fill. You dug right in. Of course this was before Garp had found you. Can you believe it? Being Luffy’s sister must be tuff, and poor Garp. Having to kids with devil fruit powers, whats a man to do? Backto the battle, you decided you couldn’t not be by his side. You’d try your best to stay out of his way and to protect him. “I’m going in.” You looked Black Beard in the eyes as he looks at you. “You sure you can handle it? You dont have much training and you may get hurt down there, or worse killed.” You looked down at Ace, how hard he was fighting for everything he believed in. “Yes,” You said as you grabbed your sword. “I have to fight for Ace. He can’t do this alone. Neither can Luffy no matter how strong they think they are.” “Then go on.” Black Beard looked forward into the distance eyes filled with hope and grief for the ones lost. You rush down into the battle fighting, dogging, and struggling to reach ace. He was being ganged up on by a bunch of Marines. When suddenly the temperature got 10x hotter. You didn’t know if it was because of Ace’s power, and how much closer you’ve become. Or maybe it was just you, no one else around seemed to notice it, but compared to you, they were crusty, ash covered, and sweaty. So it was no wonder no one else noticed. You looked around, and noticed an admiral coming Ace’s way. “Ace!” You tried to call out to him, but it was no use, he was pre-occupied and wasn’t exactly expecting you to be on the battle field. His complete attention was on the fight. You weren’t even supposed to be down here.

#one piece #angst

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megatraven · 2 years

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RE: Number asks--4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 28, 30, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, and 44. (Apologies in advance for the interview dump--and feel free to ask any back to me that you want! XD)

sorry this took a bit! my computer's been crap the last couple of days and answering this on mobile was a no-go :^) (if i already answers some, then i didn't re-answer them here!)

i am putting this under a readmore cause it's a little long, and there is a potentially triggering answer (with TWs on it)

4:Do you drink? - sometimes! not very often tbh, and when i do it's USUALLY just one drink tops

8:Want any tattoos? - YES!! the best tattoo idea i've ever had and desperately want is a tattoo of a grape on my finger tip so that when my fingers prune it becomes a raisin :))

but also i want this symbol tattood on in honor of alex <3:

but also also.... i want a bunch more too :) i want to get a cool sleeve tattoo that travels over my back and down the other arm

10:Want any piercings? - not really, i'm not big on wearing jewelry and the piercings i do have are empty for most of the year

14:Biggest turn offs - physical intimacy that isn't initiated by me. mansplainers. i dont really knwo what else to put here bc i don't necessarily even get turned on LMAO

16:I’ll love you if - this is a hard one because i already love everybody, i love all my little friends and followers here on tumblr dot com

18:Most traumatic experience - (TW: suicidal thoughts (not mine), knives) once when I was younger, i was home with just my older brother and my mom. out of nowhere my mom starts yelling and crying and me and my brother rush over to her and she's so obviously in pain and she's yelling about how her head feels like it wants to explode. (found out later she was having a really terrible migraine). my brother was trying to calm her down and we were trying to figure out what to do. i remember her saying, very clearly, that she wanted to take a knife and stick it through her ears to get the pain to stop. that she wanted to die because it hurt so bad. my brother kept an eye on her while he called our neighbors to come help. i went and took all of our steak knives and hid them. just in case we couldn't stop her. i was just a kid. i didn't know what else to do. but after so many years, that situation has stuck in my head, and it makes me extremely afraid of other people in pain. my mom's had a lot of health issues over the years and there have been times that she's in intense pain and i've always just froze up. and i would try to prepare myself to hold her down if i had to, like my brother was prepared to do back then. and sometimes i would wonder if i need to hide the knives again. (it never got so bad again, though, thankfully)

20:What I hate most about myself - i have a tendency to self-isolate when i'm feeling down or anxious and that only makes me feel WORSE and i hate it so much. im working on getting thru that tho

22:What I want to be when I get older - an artist and writer :) BUT!! also would be very interested in being an anthropologist still, too

24:My relationship with my parent(s) - strained a lot of the time, but it does a lot better when we're not living under the same roof. i love my parents, but they have a lot of room to improve, and i don't think they will. they love me, too, and they've helped me out a lot when shit has fallen apart, which i'm endlessly thankful for. but i don't know if they would love all of me if i came out which strains the relationship on my side which frustrates them and it's just. woof. we have stuff to work through lol but i'm not ready yet.

26:My biggest pet peeves - self deprecation as a form of humor, and refusing to take care of your body's basic needs even with a reminder to do so. neither one is funny or cute or quirky. it's annoying as shit. when my friends do it i want to throttle them (with love)

28:A description of the person I dislike the most - genuinely cannot think of a person i dislike the most

30:What I hate the most about work/school - i am taken advantage of because i'm a good worker and im a doormat so they just keep getting away with it >:(

32:What words upset me the most - when other people call me stupid or dumb or otherwise imply i'm not smart. when people try to control and box me in re: my sexuality as if they have any authority on that.

34:What I find attractive in women - everything :)

36:Where I would like to live - denver colorado! or really any place with mountains that gets relatively cold

38:My childhood career choice - volcanologist! (still kinda want that tbh) and firefighter, like my dad.

40:Who I wish I could be - i'm pretty happy being myself tbh

42:The last thing I ate - strawberry toaster strudels for breakfast

44:A random fact about anything - the plural of the word "beef" is "beeves"

#long post #personal

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t0shii · 3 years

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hq boys when you're feeling anxious or stressed

suna rintaro, hinata shoyo, oikawa toru x gn!r

!warnings! mentions of anxiety, reader comparing themselves to others, mentions of food & hunger, driving. this is like all fluff no angst rlly tbh.

SUNA RINTARO.

he could tell something was up but conviced himself he shouldnt pry as he had already asked you twice if you were feeling alright, to which you reasurred him with a "yep" both times, it was suspicious but he thought maybe you just wanted to be left alone. meanwhile you weren't sure why you lied him, you obviously were not doing okay at the moment. currently he was driving you home and your anxiety was going absolutely crazy from the amount of school work that was piling up on you, it's unfair you thought to yourself, looking out the window. not only were you stressed from work but trying to keep up with your friend was hard, to say the least. they were phenomenal students, straight As in their transcript and though your grades were just fine, you couldn't help but feel inferior and insecure. it's unfair how effortlessly smart they are and how i'll never be able to catch up.... oh boy if your thoughts weren't running wild before they definitely were now, you hadn't even realized your boyfriend pulling into your driveway until he slightly tapped your shoulder. "are you sure you're alright? i don't wanna pressure you ofcourse but, you know you can tell me anything right?" ... and there were the water works! the little string holding you together had snapped just like that. you sat there in the passengers seat sobbing into your hands and suna rintaro hadn't a clue what to do in the moment.

"give me just a sec" you heard him mumble but not before he gave you a kiss as light as a feather on the top of your head. somehow you didn't notice him exit the car and rush to your side until he opened your door and hugged you so tight you honestly couldn't breathe. after a few seconds your boyfriend let go of the embrace which, to his dismay, only made you cry even harder. now, he knew he was known for being quite... stoic but he was definitely panicking on the inside and it was really difficult to remain calm on the outside. your boyfriend carefully reached over you to unbuckle the seatbelt that you had yet to unclasp. "lets go inside baby." his voice was so gentle it would've taken you by surprise had you not still been crying. you nodded in response and he helped you carefully out of the car, holding your hand all the way to the door, "d'ya have your key?" you nodded trying your best to unlock the door, after a few struggled and shakey attempts you finally had your door unlocked but not without rins help because he couldn't bare to watch you struggle any longer.

stepping inside rin helped you take your shoes off, removing his own after, "bedroom?" having calmed down a little you whispered "yes," with a small nod. he nodded with you in response and took you to your bedroom. after helping you change into comfy clothes he helped you into bed, crawling in right behind you. your back was snug against his chest and he held you super tightly, it was silent for a few minutes until finally he spoke up, "please tell me how i can help" you could feel your lip quiver. "well... you don't have to say anything right now, you know i can wait. i'll even leave if you want, i just wanted you to know that you can tell me whenever you're ready and that i'll listen." neither of you were sure when you'd be ready to admit what had gotten you so upset but you felt comfortable knowing suna rintaro would be there whenever you were ready, whether it be minutes from now or even months.

HINATA SHOYO.

your silence on the walk home was starting to concern him.. maybe im just talking too much... he thought, "hey... im sorry if im talking your ear off.. how was your day angel?" to say he was disappointed with your response would be an understatement. not thar you HAD to talk but usually you were talkative with him and the worry in his tummy was only growing more. a simple, "oh.. my day was alright sho," simply woundn't cut it! "hey, are you feeling okay?" it was silent for a few seconds before you answered a mumbled "i think so, are you feeling alright, sho?" he simply nodded with a "mhm" and you told him to continue on with his story from earlier.

he complied but only to fill the silence. hinata decided to trust you when you said you were okay because you know your own feelings and he knows for a fact he's made it clear before that you could and should let him know if something was bothering you. though you enjoyed listening to hinata's stories you only found yourself getting lost in your own mind whilst he rambled on.you could tell he was suspicious of your behavior but was grateful he had left his curiosity behind because you were sure you would snap if he had asked you if you were okay again, you really didn't want to cry in front of him. truth is, your thoughts were running wild, stressing over the smallest things; assignments due at the end of the week, what you were gonna get your boyfriend for your anniversary, how you were gonna make time for your friends surprise birthday party and helping sho with his studied all the while trying to take care of your own self and keep your own grades afloat. "y/n..? we're at your house.. are you sure your alright? you look a little pale, are you ill?" crap! how had you not noticed you were approaching your own driveway you wanted to slap yourself for being so clueless. you couldn't help but feel horrible for not listening to your boyfriends story also.

"yes sho i'm fine really, i just didn't have time to eat lunch today but i have food inside so don't worry m'may?" he looked at you suspiciously and you knew he was onto you, "y'know y/n, i'm not gonna force you to tell me what's going on but just know i'll always be here for you, okay?" he gave you a small smile before engulfing you into a tight hug, it honestly melted your heart. surprisingly, you didn't start crying on the spot. "y'know, i wanted to trust you when you said you were okay but now i'm not so sure if you were telling the truth," he mumbled into your shoulder. you sighed, giving up the facade. "sho.... i just don't know what to do honestly, i have alot on my plate right now and i'm really stressed with all the responsibilities ive piled onto myself," you admitted. he nodded lifting his head from your shoulder, giving you the brightest smile, "well, i can always help out! i might not be the mooost helpful person ever but i'll try my best, and if anything i'm good moral support!" you giggled at that but suddenly you felt your lip quiver from the sudden guilt you feeling, "i'm sorry for lying to you sho-", "hey! its alright! you dont need to apologize. especially dont need you crying on me now!" he smiled cupping your face in his hands, wiping away a few stray tears of whom managed to escape.

OIKAWA TORU.

you smile back at him and thought of how silly it was that you tried keeping your feelings a secret from your boyfriend of two years, hinata shoyo, feeling glad that you confided in him. he knew you were upset as soon as he saw you that very morning, he could read you like and open book and you knew that fact very well. still though, you tried your best to hide yourself from him, though it was hard considering you sitting right next to him in the passenger seat of his car. finally after a whole day of being worried sick, he was tired of leaving things left unsaid "babyyyy," he sang for you from the kitchen, "please come here a sec!" he yelled for you louder. soon you came trudging down the hallway, blanket wrapped around your body, he couldn't help but smile at how adorable his s/o looked.

"c'mere quickly," he said will a grin, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. "now, i know you know that i know that you're not feeling well, so please tell me what's got my angel so upset?" he said softly rubbing his hand lightly over your back, his voice a little muffled from his cheek being squished against the top of your head. you let out a breath you hadn't even realized you were holding, "'m sorry tooru, i don't know what's wrong with me today.... just not feeling well." you felt him nod against your head in response, "well good thing your amazing boyfriend is here to make you feel all better huh?" you let a out small giggle at that. "you know you can tell me when you're feeling down right? you shouldn't keep things bottled up inside", "i know tooru... im sorry, i just dont really know wbat i'm feeling so down about though," you admitted shyly. "hey that's okay! there absolutely no need to apologize for that, here, look at me, angel," he tilts your face so you're looking up at him, his big soft hands holding your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks lightly, "i'm here whenever you figure it out, hell, even if you dont figure it out or there just isn't any reason at all. you know i'm always, always, always here. i promise you that, m'kay?" he finishes his little speech with a smile, smothering your face in kisses. you could only feel relieved, thankful and loved. because you knew that you would always have your soulmate, oikawa toru by your side.

( a/n ; ahh so im sorry if this has any spelling or grammatical errors it's sort of late as i'm writing this! and im too lazy to proof read.... also it might just all be word vomit and if it is im so sorry 😩 ++ i'm positive ive kept the reader gn throughout the whole thing but if there are slip-ups i promise i'll do better next time! i rlly wanted to write some hq boys when ur feeling anxious and beyond stressed because i have been MEGA struggling with my own anxiety lately, especially bc of school so i just needed to let my feelings go! anywhooo i hope everyone who reads this has an amazing day or night! ) p.s. im new to writing so be nice 2 me or whatever 😩🙄😌👍🏻

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru #oikawa headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro headcanons #hinata shoyo #suna rintaro #hinata x reader #hinata x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #rintaro x reader #shoyo x reader #toru x reader #sunni's works 📓

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shozaii · 4 years

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omg I love love your writing 🥺 but can I request todoroki and Shinsou whos a workaholic

(a/n): hello anon! thank you so much😭😭💜💜💜 now from what i understand here is that both todo and shinsou are workaholics and how does s/o deal with them. i hope this matches your request!! ❤❤

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workaholics

pairings: shinsou x reader, todoroki x reader

warnings:none!

shinsou

oh boyy he is a workaholic indeed

it just happens. hero work is something very essential to him, and he's gonna do everything he can to get it done. let it be patrol or paperwork( if there were any )

once he begged his s/o to go to bed earlier, because he wasn't gonna make it back home early. which was fine by them because they had some work to do.

he loved that they were so understanding, and tried to ensure this 'coming back home late' was not a habit.

so this time it was paperwork.

somehow he forgot that there was a whole world waiting for him outside.

he finished the last few words and laid back on his chair only to realize....

crap

it was 2am.

and it wasnt like his colleagues didn't remind him like thousands of times. "take a break shinsou!" or "don't stress out!"

"crap crap crap," he packed everything up as fast as he could, speeding for the door.

his adrenaline was like fire at that moment; he had no idea what was in his mind but the only thing that mattered right now was you and only you.

meanwhile, you were in the living room, half asleep. the lamp next the couch was dimly lit, as you didn't want to strain your eyes.

he burst the door open, panting heavily. that jolted you awake

"toshi! there you are! i texted you. wasn't in need for a reply but.... i sure didn't expect this."

"what about you? i thought-"

"i was pretty confident you'd still work all night long so i decided to wait for you."

"im so sorry, kitten," he walked up towards you, closing the door behind him. he placed both hands on your cheeks, and rested his forehead against yours. "can i make it up to you? my head hurts right now. im so sorry."

"babe, i understand that you have a lot of work. but sometimes you need to take a break. wind down, relax. take a breather. you don't need to apologize, silly."

"i did tell you i wouldn't do it again."

"if you remembered and rushed all the way here, i don't think this should be a serious discussion. now come on. ill run you a hot bath. oh, did you eat?"

his stomach growled so loud.

"what did i tell you?"

he chuckled softly. "to eat."

"alright. no coffee. milk and cookies would do."

"what? but i love coffee."

"i am not giving you caffeine tonight. i know you well toshi. it's only going to allow you to work."

"milk and cookies it is."

literally tried mixing caffeine into his milk but you slapped his hand away.

he looked so relaxed in his bath, you felt so happy

once he was done, you brought him to bed. he laid his head on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him, keeping his secure.

yup, you also made sure he slept first.

"i dont want this to end," he slurred before dozing off.

and neither did you.

todoroki

now he works really hard.

really hard

and that raised so much concern within you.

because sometimes when he reassures that he was fine, you know he wasn't.

and by that i mean, he overworks. once he did, all the way till 3.

so when he finally gets them done, he looks exhausted.

like he was about to explode (no pun intended)

"i have several procedures next week. call me if i am not back home early. i need to straighten myself up."

"but that would be bothering you."

"okay, so if im not back at home by 2, you call. it wouldn't happen very soon; i just dont want you to get worried."

a little scenario!

he had to head over to his dad's agency and complete a few procedures there

and then he went over to other agencies because he had extra work that he needed to complete

even had to take the train to another city just because they needed him urgently

patrol, patrol and patrol

god, how he wish his s/o was by his side.

"wait, what?" he said to himself, eyes widening.

where was he?

he took the train back to his city, he is in town. what was he doing in the park????

"y/n!!" he screamed, taking off.

he checked the time. it was 1.55.

what was i doing?

he was devastated. all this while he was invested in work that he didn't even think of going home. what would they think of me?

poor baby was so stressed. he told them it couldn't happen.

1.58 and his phone rang.

the caller id read your name.

"y/n?"

he stopped running, only to realize that you were right in front of him.

"shoto? what are you doing here?"

he ran towards you, squishing you into a giant hug. "oh god, y/n. i'd have to ask you the same thing."

"oh, i was about to head to the convenience store. wanted to get your favorite snacks. i called two minutes earlier," you chuckled. "are you okay?"

he was silent. he breathed out a huge sigh, burying his face further into your jacket. "better than ever."

"you need a break, sho. why were you in the park?"

"i have no idea. but right now, all i want is to go home. lay down with you. take a few days off."

"coming from the main man himself. you're going to have to rest a lot, mister."

"im sorry, y/n."

"i love you, shoto. let's go wish your old habits goodbye."

#bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki shōto #shoto x reader #shoto torodoki #shinsou x reader #shinsou imagine #mha shinsou #bnha fanfiction #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha

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oh-theatre · 4 years

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Objection!: Chapter 29

Chapter title: Staring Into Hell

A/n: Ew EW EW EW I HATE THIS I HATE MY WORK I HATE EVERYTHING WHY ARE YOU STILL READ AAAA BLEH! ANyway heres a new chapter, hope you enjoy I guess anD PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS

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words: 2224

summary: With Logans remaining anger, they all just try to get through the days

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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“A wheelchair?” Logan baffles, he doesn't understand but Patton does. His mind already races quickly and goes over everything he’ll need to adjust for his lifestyle. He can hear Logan shooting questions towards the doctor but he can't focus on the deep set panic. How will he make his commute, take his children to school, oh my how may he present himself in court? “I simply do not understand doctor” Logan finishes

“I know its a difficult situation but it seems as though his injuries could worsen if we allow him to return to his normal life instantly it could have detrimental effects” He explains, Patton takes Logan's hand comfortingly, kissing it sweetly.”This is a precaution of the most vital need, he will attend physical therapy and we will make sure he is in top shape.” Logan huffs, a disappointed scowl. Patton gives an apologetic look to the doctor, he takes his cue. “Ill leave you two to discuss”

“Lo..” Patton ushers, Logan sits himself on the bed, in front of Patton. “I want to be able to hold my kids, I want to walk through the courtroom, I want to be able to…” He feels the ring around his finger, Logan had returned it almost as soon as Patton had awakened. “I want to be able to walk down the aisle” He smiles. Logan chuckles, though still restrained he understood.

“Alright...Alright” He nods, Patton gives him a grin. His hand places itself carefully on the lawyer's chest as Logan pulls him in for a kiss. “Now to more grim matters…” He proposes, Patton sighs averting his eyes. The room had been severely decorated by Emile. Who wanted nothing more than the father to feel at home. At his bedside table were three framed photos. The first was of Patton and the children on the day of their adoption, he held the twins with vibrant tears in his eyes. The second was of Patton and Logan, a photographer had taken it while the pair had danced at the gala. The third however, he wished for it to be taken away, Virgil and him smiling exhausted as their children climbed them happily. That used to be his most treasured photo….

Used to be

Now the sight of Virgil conjured the worst of stomachaches and the most confusion. He shook it out of his head allowing Logan to kiss him on his forehead but he kept facing away.

“We will discuss it at a later time” Logan allows, Patton nods feeling his eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, listening to Logan's farewell. “I'm going to go and get you some food”

“Jamahl!” Patton yells, he serves the children already sitting at the table, happily bouncing for breakfast. Terrance flaps excited as Remus and Valerie chow down quickly. Patton huffs rubbing his hands on his apron. “Jamahl breakfast! Lets go!” Patton attempts again, Logan chuckles coyly taking Patton in for a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning busy bees” Logan greets, a kiss to each of their foreheads. Patton cleans, finally the kitchen looks untouched. And yet as Logan reads his paper, the children discuss in chatters, one piece is missing. Patton taps annoyed, he checks his watch once more. “Something bothering you love?” Logan inquires, washing away his cup.

“I have to get the children to school, Terrence to daycare and I have a court case” Patton lists, he looks to the stairs that lead up. “Jamahl!” He calls again, Logan takes him from behind, leaning his head on his husband's shoulder. “What on earth is he up to?” The clock buzzes giving neither time to answer. “Crap I've gotta go”

“I'll get him to school, you take the three musketeers,” Logan promises, his hand moving down Patton's arm while his pinky interlaces itself with Pattons. A quick squeeze before a blushed Patton rushes to get the children on their way.

“Wakey wakey Patton” A cold voice shivered down Patton's already sweaty back. He yawns sitting up, rubbing his blurred vision as he reaches for his glasses. Soon enough his blinking pays and he wishes it had not. “Feeling better cupcake?”

“Feel like i'm going to vomit” Patton replies, a scowl returns to his face. Liam smirks taking a spot at the end of the bed. “Why are you here?” He asks for what seems the millionth time. Liam inches closer, and for a moment Patton can just seem himself return to his sinking self. Liam could take his cheeks right now and Patton fears his own control. Thank god for his fiancee

What a stranger idea

Fiancee

He couldn't help but blush

“Liam, I'm going to give a single millisecond to remove yourself from the premises” Logan announces, Patton bites his lower lip. Liam nods but stands. “Go on now, coward”

“Actually I dont think I want to” Liam chuckles, Patton swears things moved too quickly. Logan grabs his collar, delicately but hes pinned now on the wall. “What the hell! Get off of me!”

Huh

Weird

That was Patton's line

“Get out and leave Patton and his childr-”

“Our!” Patton corrects “Our children” he smiles, Logan refuses the intense urge to grin but nods.

”-Our children alone” He makes the change, proudly. Liam groans, finally getting the clearly superior man off of him. He gives Patton one more glare before disappearing. Logan wipes his hands, sanitizing. Patton falls back on his pillow laughing. “What? I don't like him” Logan sits.

“You and me both dearest” Patton sighs, he stretches his arms gladly taking Logans water. “Hey” His tone softens, he reaches for Logans more than ready hand. “I want kids” He admits, Logan retracts, sucking in.

“I hate to inform you but you already do” Logan teases “Two in fact” Patton turns to his shoulder laughing, Logan would never get tired of that. Patton tugged carefully, Logan takes his lay next to him. He wraps him up, they lounge comfortably.

“I want more” He finds Logans fingers, interlacing them carefully. “With you” He requests, Logan lets out a sweet breath, kissing gently on the nape of Patton's neck. “I know we have the twins, and I love them more than anything, but I want more kids...i want a-”

“Family” Logan completes

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“Talk to me Logan!” Virgil grabs the lawyers arms, the fuming rage he faces terrifies him. “Please just let me explain”

“You dont get it do you? There is no explanation” Logan faces him. “Thats it, nothing is justifiable ok?”

“It was for Damian! I had just gotten him, I was young and stupid and wanted to make sure my kid was ok! I have never felt so much shame in my life but I needed it” Virgil rushes, Logan keeps his face cold but he knows in a heartbeat Patton would figure Virgil.

“And Remy?” But before Virgil can answer his face resolves “Emiles surgery…” Virgil nods, shuffling his feet on the ground. “Still, you shouldn't have taken the money, there were other ways...other solutions. You're just lucky that Patton was able to get out of that situation.” Logan tries his hardest to remain calm, his breath quivers but he musnt. “But what would have happened if Patton had not, if he had stayed?”

“I know that! Look, don't tell Patton, I need him to forgive me in his own time...I don't want him to know why...he's too forgiving and he has every right to be upset but I needed you to understand” Logan nods, he still has his duvidas. “But Logan....why do you care so much if we took the money?”

“Because I didn't Virgil” Logan reveals, the detective's heart drops. Of course it was a stupid question in the first place, it was Patton, it was a bribe. “I had a case, we had a case. We could have gotten him out of there. But then strangely two of my testimonies dropped out” Logan shook his hand, grunting. “I don't want to talk about this, or talk to you, or anything” He takes his coffees disappearing behind Patton's room. “Hey”

“Hi!” Patton smiles, the twins giggle from their hiding spot. Logan keeps his eyes forward however, as if nothing was heard. “I can't seem to find the twins, would you care to help me my love?” Logan breaths, a cheeky smirk .

“I suppose I can, I wouldn't want our children to disappear” He laments, soon the door opens and they both rush into Logan's arms.

“No dada!” They cry, he kneels hugging them tight. Patton watches from his bed, his heart couldn't comprehend this. Was this real? Logan carries the kids to the bed, all four of them. A happy family...their happy family. His…

“You alright honeybee?” Logan whispers as the twins focus their energy on the tv. Patton nods, cradling himself into Logan's chest, the twins following into their fathers. “You look sad”

“No no...far from it” He promises, kissing Logan. “Are you? I heard some frustrated voices outside” Patton fiddles with Valerie's hair, braiding it gently. “Sounded like Virgil…”

“Not right now Pat” Logan assures “We are here, together and…” He falters, Patton turns him. He wipes away the newly freshened tears. “I apologize Patton, it seems I am overwhelmed at the moment” Logan admits, Patton purses his lip struggling to reach the tissues. “I love you”

“And I you”

~~~

“Alright shithead, fucker, pile of trash-”

“Virgil” Remy kicks him under the table, the detective glares. “Liam” Remy seethes. “You want to tell me where you were approximately an hour after the situation was diffused?”

“I was behind the barricade, the doctors were checking me” Liam concludes, Virgil kicks the chair. He knows as soon as he checks with the emergency response team, Liam would be on their record. He may be a flaming pile of trash but he isn't a killer.

“You're free to go” Virgil bites his lip, feeling his skin almost chew off.

“And I didnt even have to pay you this time” Liam snarls, Remy holds Virgil back while Liam makes his way out.

“Argh!” Virgil pounds, Remy signals for the rest of the team to leave from behind their one way mirror. “I'm so sick of him beating us! Always beating the goddamn system!” Virgil huffs, Remy's hand placed on his back for support. “I shouldnt have done it, we shouldnt have taken the fucking money Remy”

“I know...I know..I know I know-”

“Stop it!” Virgil slaps the table “Just...I have to go” Virgil grunts.

“Patton?” Virgil knocks “Pat? Ready to-” Virgil pauses listening to the grunts

“Shut it or ill stuff-” The voice pauses “Whos there?” The detective recognizes the disgusting voice of the slimy intoxicating man. Liam.

“Its Virgil, Pat and I have a lunch date” He knocks once more, quiet but annoyed shuffling can be heard before the door opens up. Patton whimpers on the couch, his beagle Molly comforting him, the twins safely away at his sisters. “Are you ready to go?” He addresses. The lawyer coughs, clearly wiping something away from his face. He stands, plastering a fake smile. Virgil sees the bruise, he sees it and he goes towards Liam as Patton gets into his car. “WHat the hell did you do?” He accuses

“Now now detective, remember that information is not for you...not anymore” His sly smile turns Virgil's stomach. “If I do recall, a hundred grand being placed in yours and detective Nyx’s name sealed that”

For damian

For me…

He felt sick

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“You're not giving me much choice” Roman sighs,Logan smirks, rolling his eyes. The pair make their way from the cafeteria, holding three trays of food. Logans, Romans and of course Pattons. The breeze was chilly as the doors would swirl open every now and then. Roman enjoyed this moment, right now, everything was fine. Everything was ok.

“You alright?” Logan asks, turning the corner, he smiles politely to the nurses and doctors who rush by.

“I'm doing alright for myself specs” Roman catches himself in the bliss. James, Patton, his job, his friends...everything was alright. Pattons room was just up ahead, he could make out two figures. James must have beaten them to it. His phone buzzes in his coat, he holds them up for a moment. “Roman Reial!”

“Ro?” It was soft, almost a squeak but he knew who was on the other line. Virgil.

“What is it?” He felt commanding, a fierce tone as he demands an answer. He could hear the sniffles, the desperation and he softened. “Virge?” He whispered.

“I...I need to talk to you please” He begs, Roman could feel the heat rise. Logan furrows his brows but allows them to continue the conversation. “Just later? A-at some point?”

“Sure, yeah, of course” He rushes, the phone falls into his pocket. Had he hung up? Thank god he hadn't. They approach the door, swinging it open with charm. “Alright we hav-” His heart fell flat, the scene couldn't have played out like this. “James” Roman barely breathes

“That does appear to be my name” The judge says, Logans lips tremble angrily

“And you do appear to be pointing a gun at my fiance” Logan growls

“Well he just won't die” James claims, a quick click.

The safety's off

#objection au #logicality #prinxiety #remile #demus #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #youtube #sanders sides #remy sanders #emile picani #write #writing #ao3 #archive of our own

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livefreeordie13 · 4 years

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sfw "just close your eyes and kiss me" for the prompt if u like!! (dont worry abt it if ur overflowed with asks!)

i took so long to respond to this ask that your blog moved to archive, @yosukeh. i deserve to be blocked.

but in case you are interested in the resulting fic, here it is below! adorable boys kissing adorably. thank you.

and here is the chapter on AO3, in case you want to be kinder to yourself.

(Easy)

Crap, not again.

Yosuke’s eyes worriedly scanned Yu’s face for clues, even as his expression remained tense and anticipatory and his pulse continued to race. Yu’s mouth was so close to his — so close that Yosuke could feel his own breath beat light and hot against his partner’s lips — yet Yu was sitting still, wide-eyed and completely frozen in place, like a sentence someone couldn’t quite get themselves to finish.

Yosuke didn’t get it. So far, the day had been perfect. They’d made plans for a Sunday picnic and were sitting sprawled over a large blanket in the park. The weather forecast cleared its plans for a chance of spotty storms and had gifted the duo the most pristine sunny skies of early summer to indulge in together. The park wasn’t crowded, since the busiest Tokyo weekend events happened to be taking place elsewhere. They’d spent the time laughing and eating snacks and the boxed lunches Yu had prepared. Yu had worn a light and bright t-shirt, something that showed off his remarkable arms, and there had even been a breeze around to catch his bangs and expose even more of his devastating eyes to Yosuke’s poor, captivated heart.

Yosuke didn’t think there would have been a single thing stopping a kiss now, certainly not like last time. Yosuke had chalked that up to sheer first-date nerves on Yu’s part, maybe on both their parts. But this was their second date. A day-date in the middle of a beautiful park beneath a lonely tree.

What could be stopping Yu now, he thought, forcing down the swell of insecure thoughts that would have plagued him just short of a year ago.

“What’s wrong?” Yosuke whispered into the stillness, staring longingly at Yu’s mouth. If Yu had been any farther away from him, he may not have heard Yosuke at all.

Yu blinked, finally, and eased back some. Only then, did Yosuke catch the faint trembling in his chin as he swallowed. “S-sorry.”

The words, “for what,” slipped out of Yosuke’s mouth, as he continued to search Yu’s face for answers.

Despite everything, the bundle of horrible thoughts continued to expand inside of Yosuke’s chest, clenching his heart painfully. And because he couldn’t stop them, a series of unwelcome and repressed fears began surging through his mind, unrelenting in their cruelty and in total disregard of Yosuke’s usual logic. The vast majority of his thoughts in this surging river were cluttered bundles of debris — objects that would bruise and scrape upon impact, but would pass as quickly as they came: we’re out in public; my breath stinks; I said something stupid; he’s not attracted to me; my face looks weird; I’m repulsive; my lips are chapped; I’m making him uncomfortable; he doesn’t think I’m ready.

The most damaging thought, however, was like the water itself, and the brutal force driving its path: this thing between us is all a mistake, and Yu has no idea how to tell me.

“You’re . . .” Yu mumbled, his mouth small and nervous.

Yosuke swallowed, and waited for the pit inside of his stomach to open up and devour the rest of him.

“. . . cute.”

Yosuke blinked.

Yu had furrowed his eyes as he said it. “Cute.” As if the word itself was strange to say.

“I’m what,” Yosuke said, meaning to ask it but failing to.

“Sorry . . . that’s weird to say, huh?” Yu leaned away from Yosuke, directing his gaze down to a section of lush grass their blanket didn’t cover, off to the right.

“No,” Yosuke said, a bit confused but considerably less afraid. “I mean, yeah, because it’s me, but . . . I don’t mind. That you feel that way. And that you say it. L-like just now.” Yosuke could feel his face heat up as he finally put a lid on his rambling.

Yu glanced up into Yosuke’s eyes, the corner of his mouth tipped up into a cautious little smile. Yosuke had rarely seen Yu look so . . . vulnerable before. For once, Yosuke didn’t mind it.

With the river of negative thoughts finally starting to run dry, Yosuke felt his courage begin to return. “What I do mind, though, is why you keep looking like you’re about to kiss me and then not going through with it.”

Yu grumbled a bit and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. They were in the shade, so the dusty pink color rising into Yu’s cheeks couldn’t be because of the sun.

“Um . . . that’s why,” Yu answered, quietly.

Yosuke raised his eyebrows. “Come again?”

“Because you’re cute,” Yu pressed, meeting Yosuke’s eyes. Yu was fiddling with a piece of grass. Yu never fiddled. “I try to kiss you, but I get caught up in the way you look at me, and then I start noticing your eyes and how nice they are, and then I realize that I’ve just been staring at you and . . . and then I . . . I chicken out.”

Yosuke stared at him in awe.

“That’s weird, too, huh?”

Yu’s plaintive smile looked so defeated, so heartbreaking, that Yosuke, as stunned as he was, leapt into action.

“N-no, no it’s not weird.” He sat up from where he was leaning back on his hands and turned his body to face Yu. “That’s not weird, that’s . . .”

But Yu’s worried eyes looked so fair in the bright, dappled lighting above them, looked so imploring and sincere, that Yosuke forgot entirely what he was about to say. The small flush on Yu’s cheeks was the same flush he’d sported the night they’d confessed to each other, and the sight touched a place inside Yosuke’s heart that he hadn’t realized was so parched. That sort of described all of Yosuke’s feelings for his partner, though, when he thought about it. He hadn’t known that he needed Yu until he met him.

“I . . . can kinda see what you mean, actually.”

Yu looked comforted by that, although his blush still stained his cheeks.

Yosuke looked down and bit his lips before he opened his mouth again, already embarrassed about what he was going to say. “I still want you to kiss me, though,” he mumbled, glancing shyly into Yu’s eyes.

Yu broke out into a real smile after that, even though it looked downright bashful. “Alright, I promise I won’t chicken out next time.”

“Next time,” Yosuke huffed. “What about now?”

Yu blinked, glancing around them confusedly. “But the moment passed.”

“No it hasn’t!” he argued, incredulous.

Somehow, that didn’t seem to convince Yu.

Yosuke sighed and laughed nervously. “Look,” he started, adjusting his angle on the blanket so that his back was straighter and his face was properly presented to that of his partner’s — and Yu, still looking a bit stunned, rushed to mirror him. “See? I’m ready. Just close your eyes and kiss me.”

Yu stared at Yosuke’s face and rubbed his palms over his bent knees, his fingers catching Yosuke’s since they were practically touching. He then looked down and threaded one of their hands together. Yosuke could see his chest rise and fall heavily. He wondered how fast his partner’s heart was going right now, thinking briefly of placing a hand over it so that he could count the beats.

“Y-you sur-”

“Yu.”

Yu nodded and took a deep breath.

“Don’t be nervous,” Yosuke said, gently, with a smile. “It’s just us. You want to . . . right?”

Yu’s face smoothed into a confident smile. “Yeah,” he said, and Yosuke could tell that he meant it.

“Okay, then.” Yosuke took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Close your eyes.”

Yu obeyed. His face was so open and trusting that Yosuke didn’t know how he refrained from rushing forward and kissing him on the spot.

“Kiss me,” Yosuke whispered. The wind rustling the tree branches above them nearly drowned out his voice, but Yu heard him. He gave a tiny nod and began leaning forward. Yosuke, viewing his partner finally leaning in towards him, took the chance to study his pale eyelashes and smooth skin, his straight nose and small, pink mouth. Yosuke could smell his cologne, rich and intoxicating, pulling him in as their noses brushed until finally, their lips met.

Neither one of them moved much, at first. Yu’s lips felt incredibly soft and pleasantly warm against his, and the only thought Yosuke had was how much he wanted to keep them there forever. He pressed in a little more a few seconds later, just so that he could expand the sensation of their connecting skin, so that he could feel the give in Yu’s lips and how they pulled against his.

It was extremely chaste, the equivalent of taste-testing something new and strange. Still, a distinct tingle and warmth raced up Yosuke’s spine and washed over his skin. Yu’s fingers entwined within his own tightened.

When they finally broke apart, Yosuke attempted another kiss right away, bumping their noses and trying to find Yu’s mouth again. Yu beat him to it, and they continued for a long while, softly pulling their mouths apart and tasting, feeling, until the once innocent warmth grew and threatened to overwhelm them.

“See,” Yosuke panted, as they separated for the last time. He rested their foreheads together. Yu’s blush had darkened and his lips were deep red and alluring. “That was easy.”

“Yeah,” Yu agreed, smiling.

“Good job, partner.”

Yu laughed and squeezed Yosuke’s hand. “Thanks.”

#work #souyo #yosuke hanamura #yu narukami #just for us #easy

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elevnns · 5 years

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can you explain further into how el changing didn’t make sense between seasons? i wanna hear your thoughts!

ooh ahh I’m terrible at explaining my thoughts but I can try! -

I briefly mentioned in the tags, I think one of the main issues is the time frames between each season. (Not for us but for the actual show) Because each season is jumping like a year or so from the last, there’s a lot of information that we miss out on and if it’s not explained well in the following season, things end up not making a lot of sense some of the time. I don’t know how I imagined Mileven to be in s3, I do think they would be clingy but I don’t think they would just ditch their friends all the time. Sure, they’ve gotten older and generally it’s what you do in your first relationship but Eleven isn’t a normal teen and tbh neither is Mike or any other one of the gang, they’ve been through a lot of crap and I imagine, at least, their bond would be even stronger because of that. I think @serendipitousrambles put it quite nicely in this ask x

I also just can’t see El ditching Mike so easily? Especially when we’re being told how close they are and want to be all the time. I understand El holds very tightly onto things like ‘friends dont like’ & promises but i still think she maybe would have defended him a little more when speaking to Max. And then for her to suddenly not want to speak to Mike properly at all is kinda weird. I think one of the scenes i found the most unlike El was the one in ep 4 when Mike talks to her in the locker room (or something) Idk why, just the way she responds to him and the things she says, it doesn’t sound like her? Like the sarcasm? When did eleven first start understanding sarcasm? Let alone using it. She sounds really grown up. Which I get is probably the point, but I don’t think it makes sense, if anything she would be a bit more like Will, having lost a lot of growth time from growing up in a lab? You’d think she’d be just a little bit more behind then everyone else, if anything. And it’s like one episode eleven goes from being a really lost puppy -almost- and she turns to max for advice to the next suddenly being like oh maybe hoppers right. Idk if I’m articulating this well? But I think my point is, I couldn’t imagine s1-2 eleven being like that in that situation. She was almost like a normal teen, which again isn’t a bad thing but I don’t think it makes sense for her tbh.

I just think, there wasn’t enough to show us how eleven grew up to this new s3 eleven. I think those parts of her story got rushed and sadly a lot of elements about her got blurred.

(- one other thing, as much as I love the shopping mall scenes with her and Max, they really didn’t feel like Eleven. Like when they’re posing for the pictures? When did El suddenly just know how to pose in front of a camera. It would have been kinda nice to see Max give her tips on how to pose like the people from magazines, if anything El looked more confident then Max tbh. A lot of the mall scenes didn’t feel like El apart from the first couple of scenes when Max is talking to her about the clothes)

#i still cant really explain why i feel the way i do #i cant put my finger on it #but this is somewhat kinda of touching on my messy brain #haha #anon #answered #st spoilers #im probably gonna keep adding to this overtime haha

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theycallmemoosey · 5 years

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30 Years

Dan x plus size!Reader

A/N: Another fic in two days of my last one? Holy shit that must be a new record. I combined two requests into one (one was a plus size reader and the other was the plot) because I could not think of a plot for the plus size request and I thought that the second request was so goddamn funny that I just had to combine the two. I also just have to mention that I am plus size so this was a story very close to home (I have tried to share a twin sized bed with someone and honest to god was the most uncomfortable thing - especially because I’m so big). Thank you to the two anonymous peeps who sent in the requests. Enjoy!! Moose :)

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“Do I look ok?” You asked, pulling at your dress as you stared into the mirror of your wardrobe, conscious of the way it stuck to your curves.

“Perfect” Dan said as he walked up to your worried form, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder. He looked up to the mirror and locked eyes with you, smiling, “You always look perfect, Y/N”

You frowned, “This is as far as I go. The dress is crossing the line alone, so there is no way I’m wearing heels. I’m sorry, I’m not. I’m wearing converse”

“Finished?” Dan laughed, letting you go to allow you to get your shoes that were carelessly thrown in a corner of the room, “It will be fine, love. Just a few hours of talking to your family and then we’ll head back to the hotel and crash”

“About that…”

“What? What have you done?” Dan asked, grabbing a jacket draped over the ass chair.

“Well…my mum asked if I wanted to go to lunch with her the next day and…I may or may not have agreed to stay at my parent’s house”

“Y/N!” He whined, beginning to button his jacket up.

“I’m sorry!”

“I just wanted to spend the night with you watching shit TV, eating a shit ton of sweets, chocolate and popcorn and-“

“I know, I know…I’m sorry. I wanted that too! I just…couldn’t tell her no. We can still watch Netflix at my parents’ house together?”

Dan frowned and sighed, “It’s a good thing I love you”

You smiled and kissed him, heading out to grab your bag from the hallway, “If we want to get to the dinner on time, we need to leave in the next 15 minutes. We can pick up lunch on the way”

“Ok. I’ll just go and say bye to Phil and then we’ll get going”

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“I don’t think I can go in” you voice was laced with panic as you sat in the car with Dan, looking straight ahead at the door to the hall where your parents were celebrating their 30th anniversary.

“Why?”

“I don’t feel comfortable. I haven’t seen half the people in there since I was 8. And I have put on quite a bit of weight since then. OK, a lot of weight…”

“And? Why does that matter?”

You looked at Dan, your eyes showing fear and he sighed, “You look absolutely beautiful. So what if you’re not stick thin? I don’t care. And neither should anyone in there”

“One comment about my weight from anyone, and I mean even my Aunt, we’re leaving”

“Understood” Dan chuckled, getting out the car quickly to help you out.

As the two of you walked towards the door, your Aunt had spotted you through the window and rushed to greet you first.

“Y/N!” She screamed, crushing you in the tightest hug you’ve ever had, “It has been so long! My have you grown! Put on a few extra pounds too!”

You looked over to Dan with a knowing and unamused look, scowling as he laughed breathily.

“Thanks” you cleared your throat, trying not to snap at her comment, “How have you been?”

“Fantastic, thank you. I’ve joined the local rock choir”

“That’s-that’s great” you smiled , knowing how badly her voice sounds.

“Now, who’s this you’ve bought along with you today? I’ve not seen you before” she smirked at Dan, making both of you uncomfortable.

“Dan, pleasure to meet you” he offered his hand but she embraced him in a tight hug, his expression matching yours.

“Please, come in, join the party!” She motioned towards the house, dragging Dan by his hand as you stifled a laugh behind him. When the three of you had entered again, your uncle called your aunt over to talk to other members of the family. She groaned and turned back to Dan, squeezing his hand.

“I hope to be seeing more of you, Daniel” she winked before leaving the two of you alone.

“I’m so sorry” you laughed, holding onto his arm as he laughed along with you.

“You see her often?”

“Nope”

“Thank fuck”

You chuckled, watching your aunt make questionable faces towards the two of you, “Come on, let’s go find my mum and dad”

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“I would like to propose a toast” your dad announced as he stood up from his chair, the rest of the room quieting down, “To my wife. I have loved every minute of these 30 years being your husband. We have had the most beautiful daughter, who has clearly inherited all your good looks. All I can wish for is another perfect 30 years with you. To 30 years more!”

“30 years more!” The room repeated, the sound of clinking glasses filling the room. You smiled when your dad leant down to kiss your mum, the two of them smiling lovingly at each other.

“Think that will be us in 30 years?” A voice whispered in your ear, careful that your grandmother was sat right next to you who was more than desperate for you to marry and have children.

You turned your head to look at him, a smug smile on his face, “You’d want that?”

“More than anything”

“Is that a proposal?”

Dan opened his mouth in a speechless shock at his realisation which made you laugh, “I’m kidding”

Dan laughed nervously, leaning back and scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, yeah I knew that”

“Mmhm, sure you did”

“Ladies and gentlemen” the band’s singer announced, “May everyone come to the dance floor for the lovely couple’s 30th first dance!”

Dan took your hand and led you to the edge of the dance floor, standing behind you with his hand on your waist as the two of you watched your parents lovingly dance together.

“I love you so much” Dan whispered into your ear, kissing behind it quickly and squeezing your waist, “I love you so much that I want to show you off to the world”

“Hmm? What?” You asked, only just focusing on what he was saying rather than watch your parents dance to the band’s slow song.

“Come on, hun” he said, moving around in front of you to drag you to the centre of the floor to meet your parents. You resisted and pulled your hand back, your eyes wide with fear.

“No. No way. I’m not dancing in front of all these people!” You shouted in a hushed tone, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you.

“Is this because you’re insecure?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you and trying to pull you onto the floor.

“Dan, I am not dancing with you when no one else is”

“Your parents are”

“Everyone will see me!”

“That’s the point” he smiled widely, starting to sway with you wrapped in your arms. You started to smile with him, giving into his cheeky attitude.

Dan had finally dragged you to the centre, smiling when you wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him gently, “Say, you’re pretty good at dancing, Mr.Howell. I’m very impressed”

“Despite what you may think, I have some hidden talents”

You saw the rest of the crowd look at you from the edge of the dance floor and you began to feel trapped. You cleared your throat and looked towards Dan’s feet, creating some distance between the two of you.

“Hey, woah…what are you doing?”

“Nothing” you said, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Stop. Stop feeling like this. You are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight-no-World. I want everyone to look at how beautiful you are and know how god damn lucky I am to call you mine”

“You don’t have to pity me like that, Dan”

“I mean it, Y/N. I don’t deserve to have you, yet here I am with this goddess of a human. Yes, you have a few curves but oh my god does that make me love you more. I have fallen in love with your curves more than I’ve fallen in love with you”

“Oh, charming Daniel” you chuckled, trying to hide your blush.

“I’m kidding. But I hope you know what I mean”

“I do” you smiled, “I love you too”

Dan pulled you in tighter and kissed you, not letting you pull back or move away from him which made the two of you laugh.

“I want to go home” you mumbled in Dan’s ear when he finally let you go.

“As soon as your parents want to go home, we’ll escape”

“I can’t wait to just relax and watch Netflix and eat crap food and-“

“All in good time, just keep dancing”

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“Y/N?” Your mum placed her hands on your shoulders, waking you up from the short nap you were having on your on Dan’s shoulder, “I’m so sorry we kept you so long. We’re going to take off now so we can finally let you in to the house. You remember the way home from here?”

“We have sat nav. We’ll find it” you smiled, still sleepy, Dan placing his hand on yours.

“You two go now, we’re just going to thank the staff and band and we’ll be right behind you”

“We’ll see you in 30” Dan said, helping you up from your chair in your sleepy slumber, “You ok to drive, hun?”

“Find me some sweets and I’ll be good to go”

“I saved some from earlier, they’re in the car”

“This is why I love you”

Dan laughed as he led you towards the car, his fingers laced in yours. The drive was in a comfortable silence, Dan’s hands placed on your thigh, his thumb stroking it gently.

“Got a movie in mind for tonight?” He asked, breaking the silence.

You glanced over towards Dan momentarily, smiling at his childish grin, “What makes you think I want to watch a movie? What if I want to watch Friends?”

“No”

“Oh, come on! I love friends!”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve watched all the series 5 times with me alone, which says it all! I refuse to watch it again”

“Fine. We’ll just watch whatever is trending I guess”

“Don’t be mad”

“I’m not. Just…so tired” you yawned, drumming the steering wheel to keep yourself awake.

“Just a few more minutes” he grabbed your hand and kissed it gently.

The rest of the drive home was simple but you felt yourself falling asleep at the wheel and you couldn’t wait to just go to bed. Dan tried his best to keep you awake, and to some extent he was successful, as you both ended up at your parents house alive. It wasn’t long after that your parents arrived at home, apologising for their late arrival.

“I’m sure you two are exhausted so just head up to your old room, Y/N” your mother pointed up to the stairs, focusing on hanging all the coats on the rack.

“Don’t misbehave now” your dad joked, still slightly tipsy from the large amount of alcohol he had at the party, making you and Dan cringe and laugh in an awkward manner.

“If you need anything, just help yourself. You know where everything is, Y/N”

“Goodnight guys. Get dad in bed safely” your whispered to your mum as you kissed her goodnight.

“Sleep well you two” your mother said as you and Dan carried your bags to your old room.

You sighed as you climbed the stairs, listening to your dad slur out drunk comments to your mum which made her laugh.

“I swear if we’re even half as happy as your parents when we’re old and grey, then we’ve won at life” Dan whispered behind you as you finally reached your old bedroom door.

“I was kinda hoping we’ll be double as happy” you smiled, walking in to the teenage bedroom. The sight made the two of you stop in your tracks and stare open mouthed at your room.

“Oh my-“ you began, stopping when you heard Dan burst into a fit of laughter behind you, “This is far from funny, Daniel”

“It looks like a 12 year olds room!”

“Well they clearly haven’t changed it since I moved out” you sighed, throwing your bag onto the floor in frustration.

“And when did you move out?”

“When I was 18”

“HOLY SHIT!” Dan laughed, backing away from you as you tried to slap his arm.

“I think we have a slightly bigger issue than the atrocity that is this room”

“What?” Dan continued to giggle, wiping away the tears from his eyes. You pointed towards the twin sized bed.

“That. It is, in no way shape or form, going to fit both of us”

“Oh…” Dan finally stopped laughing, “Oh well. Guess you’ll just have to sleep on top of me then”

You deadpanned towards him, “Ok what you said before wasn’t that funny but THAT certainly wasn’t”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny”

“Dan, we both won’t fit. I am too big to sleep either next to you in that bed or on top of you. I will literally crush you. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow to find my boyfriend is dead from suffocation because his fat ass girlfriend cut off his air supply from squashing him to death!”

Dan stared at you sadly for a minute, making you feel awkward as ever.

“Do you really feel that bad about yourself?” He asked after a minute, “You really think of yourself as that fat that you can’t sleep in the same bed as me? You think you’ll suffocate me?”

“I always think that” You said solemnly, looking at the floor.

“Even at home?”

“Even at home”

Dan sighed sadly and stepped forward, carefully taking you into his arms. With his arms wrapped around you, you rested your head on his chest and started to cry quietly.

“How many times do I have to tell you? You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I would not change any part of you if I could. Every single inch of you is perfect. Never, ever change”

You looked up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks, “You really really think that?”

“Yes, love” he kissed your forehead, “I always have done. From the moment I met you until the moment I die, I will always think that you’re the most beautiful thing on this earth”

“I don’t deserve you. You’re so kind and pretty and-“

“I’m not pretty. I am nothing compared to you”

“You are pretty. With your perfect curls and your perfect eyes and your perfect body”

“I’ll gain all the weight if that would make you feel better”

“Oh god, please don’t. Like, yes, eat pizza with me but keep this” you laughed, motioning towards his body, “I love this”

“And I love this” he motioned towards yours, kissing your hand and making his way up your arm to your lips, “Come on, get changed and let’s watch Friends”

“Really?” You asked excitedly.

“Yes, really” he smiled down at you, grabbing your bag and flinging it on the tiny bed, “Now hurry up and get that beautiful body changed”

“This isn’t going to work” you laughed quietly, once you were changed, as you tried to squeeze into your old bed, aware your mum was trying to get your dad to sleep, “Dan this is literally impossible. I am not going to fit in next to your 7ft fat ass!”

“I’m 6’3, Y/N”

“Still a giant”

You sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling Dan wrap his arm around your torso as you shuffled in next to him. Luckily, both your asses fit next to each other but you had to wrap your legs around each other.

“This is cozy” Dan mumbled into your hair, kissing your head gently.

“Shut up and get your laptop out” you said, trying to get into a comfortable position.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence in a not so comfortable position, watching the six people you had admired since your teenage years with the love of your life. As the night went on, you managed to find a comfortable position with your head on Dan’s chest and your body curled into his. His arm was tightly wrapped around your body, and he kissed your forehead when he noticed that you had fallen asleep. Carefully and slowly, he placed the laptop on the desk next to your bed and shuffled down, trying to not wake you up as he tried to also fall asleep in a comfortable position. Despite the fact that neither of you really fit in the same bed and you both felt beyond uncomfortable, the two of you fell asleep peacefully wrapped in each others arms. When Dan woke up the next morning, he smiled at your beautiful face laying on his chest, your breathing slow and steady. He could only wish that he would wake up like this everyday next to you for the next 30 years.

#dan x reader #dan howell #dan howell imagine #dan howell x reader #danisnotonfire #danisnotinteresting #danandphilgames #danandphil imagine #danandphil #dan and Phil #Phil lester #amazingphil #reader insert #theycallmemoosey

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hotshotshitshow · 5 years

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This is a late question and kind of an odd one, but more on the brewski/rotgut/hooch squadron and how living in a small coastal oregon town shaped their lives? Did it? Would they be the same people living elsewhere? Did Rotgut always live in the same place, or come in like a thunderstorm - basically, how environment shapes everyone (or doesn't!) as much or as little as you feel like talking about. Hopefully that's an interesting question!

yes this is certainly an interesting question!! i love it, it gives me lots to chew on, so thank you ...

all three of them were raised in their small town .... brewski and rotgut have been best friends since the first grade. i dont think rotgut would ever have made the decision to live in such a small town voluntarily. technically she is old enough to move out but she continues to live with her family due to her grandparents needing to be taken care of in their old age. she does not blame them, but does definitely resent that she couldnt move out and go do things with her life as soon as she wanted.

their town is based off several very small oregon towns ive visited on the coast... their town is small enough that it doesnt have its own school, or hospital, etc etc, and the only grocery store theyve got is more of a convenience store tbh. their town’s three things its got going for it is a hotel and restaurant and further down the highway, a golf course,which all three of them hate and love to make fun of the tourists who go there (hooch works at the hotel and brewski at the gold course ... neither of them are particularly personable to the customers and openly hate their jobs but there arent loads of people around to replace them so theyre not really gonna get fired any time soon)

if anyone wants actual groceries or to even feel like theyre in a real town for a while, hooch (the only one of the three of them who owns a car) drives them thirty minutes north to a slightly bigger town

(anyone i know closely irl probably knows already exactly which town in particular i am basing this off of lmao)

out of the three of them, hooch is probably the one that arguably enjoys living there the most. even though he can be aggressive and disruptive, he enjoys fishing and the laid back atmosphere .... he is honestly terrified of what the world expects of him as he gets older, and living in such a slow-paced town makes him feel less rushed. unfortunately, this also means that he is less willing to challenge himself for the better in a lot of ways. he definitely also gets restless and likes seeing new things, but at the end of the day he relishes familiarity

brewski is very similar in some ways, but i think she is more in the middle between hooch and rotgut in terms of wanting to leave town ... she constantly wishes her life was different , but she isnt entirely sure in what ways yet or how to make things happen for herself. this lack of understanding of herself is definitely a huge contributor to her stick in the mud attitude. she knows she wants something in her life to change, but being that she doesnt know what or how to change it, she quickly becomes frustrated and sits by her “why bother” attitude. she has thought a lot about moving out and perhaps moving to a city but that idea is just as terrifying to her as it is exciting, so nothing really happens with that

both of them are also somewhat socially awkward people but i dont think i could attribute this entirely to just living in a small town, being that theyre both just generally morons who are terrified of challenging themselves but also wanna Look Cool

and rotgut ... just wants to get the hell outta dodge asap. she sees how there are some people who have lived in that small town all their lives and the idea of that happening to her absolutely scares the crap out of her. she hates the idea that she might die without having seen more of the world and without doing something good and significant for society. and as much as she loves her friends brewski and hooch very dearly, she also sees how unwilling they are to push themselves and how both of them seem to revel being downers and sometimes she will wake up in a cold sweat at night at the thought that she might become that too if she spends much more of her life in such a slow, hopeless, isolated little town.

i guess to put it more simply, brewski and hooch are more likely to settle with what they have because that’s what they know and rotgut is NOT about that life and sees small town life as more isolating and restrictive than familiar and comforting

#brewski #hooch #rotgut

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marco-diaz-starco · 5 years

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I want to apologize to everyone

I know that for the last 48 hours I’ve been the biggest pain in the ass in every social media platform possible. I overreacted to a fucking cartoon show for kids and if I ever offended anyone I’m sorry.

I realized that the fucked up shipping drama that they have created ever since season 3 has made us hate each other and the ships even more, we’ve gotten further away from the star crew, in the first 2 seasons the interaction between fans and the crew was thee, not too big but they listened to us. Now when season 3 began and the whole love square and random ships like markapoo and kellco showed up and it made us bring out the worst on a lot of us, we grew further and further form the crew, we hated each other and would call out bullshit on each other’s likes. We hated each other, we a fandom that is suppose to be together and enjoy one simple show, grew further apart and hated each other. I know what I want, I want starco, I’ll defend it and love it till this serie end and even after, but if the crew is serously gonna pull out all this shipping love triangle/square with new ships out of nowhere with no background for the sake of rating and we are just gonna take it and hate on each other and offend each other, i gets this show and this fandom might be the worst Disney has ever seen. We hate the drama and we hate each other her. And honestly. IM SICK OF IT. I AM TIRED OF TRYING TO DEFEND STARCO EVERY SUNDAY, FEELING LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT AT THE END OF THE DAY JSUT BECAUSE A SHIPPING DRAMA IS SO FUCKED UP WE DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON ANYMORE. I am done. I don’t want to fight anymore, I want starco yo happen, but it has gotten so fucked up I rather all the characters fucking died at the end. Ok I’m overreacting again but seriously it’s all because I’m done, this ship war has driven us all crazy, well at least me...I HAD TO TAKE A FUCKING BREAK OVER A FUCKING CARTOON MADE FOR KIDS JUST BECAUSE I WASNT EMOTIONALLY RIGHT. I hope that the second half of the last season gets the points straight. Stops the unncecesary bullshitbsnd end on a high note. If starco is to happen then get to the point and make it happen because I’m done with all this will they or won’t they bullshit. If they are not to be then make it clear and be done so I can concentrate my energy on other plots and have time to think about all the ducking time that may have been lost these last 4 years of teasing for nothing. Star vs the forces of evil is not and will not be what it was in seasons 1 and 2. The best they can do is cut the crap, get to the point and end on a high note. All left to say is, I’m so sorry to everyone I’ve offended ever since I joined this fando. I recognize that sometime I’m a toxic shipper and an asshole, there is no going around that. But I had to get this out of my chest. I’m done with the bullshit fights over who thinks is better than who, I’m done with the drama filled bullshit ships and episodes. I’m done with star, Marco, tom and Kelly not talking about their feelings for real and setting the record straight, I understand they are teenagers but seriously how the guck did the mature star of the end of season 2 and beginning of season 3 went back to the reckless dumb person way worst than the star of season 1. What happened to the Marco that would always concer his feelings and insecurities and become a star 2.0 who tries to hide his feeling by rushing into relationships. What happened with the cool mature tom that wanted to better himself by controlling his anger issues for himself and now all he does is because eche alwant ti impress a girl who treats him like a piece of shit, and what happened to the not caring, adventurer who depended on no one to have fun and now had to have a “break up buddy” to move on from his feelings from her ex boyfriend, it’s basically jumping down one guy to another jsut to feel whole. How about neither of you date anyone for a while and just try to be good friends. Been single is not so bad you know. Ok I know I’ve extended this for far to Lang and probably no one will read this far down, but I had to get it off my chest. I AM DONE. I apologize once again to everyone I’ve offended. And I hope you all have a nice day. And lastly. Starco forever. Thank you.

#star vs the forces of evil #starco #svtfoe #star vs the force of evil #marco diaz #star butterfly #tomstar #tom lucitor #kelly #kellco #my thought #im so sorry #thank you

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goldendallyboy · 5 years

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chapter excerpt from a fic ill never get around to writing

Chapter XX

“Going out with a bang”

“Hey! What the hell ‘r ya doing?” Dallas waves down a nurse in the near distance, running down the hall. She stops.

That's when Pony sees it. All of Johnny’s belongings are clutched in her tiny hands, stacking up so high they graze her chin.

Dallas’ jacket stands out from them all, bunched up beside one of his many books.

“Dallas--” Ponyboy starts, placing a hesitant hand on his upper arm. Dallas jerks it away.

Ponyboy can’t help but stare at him. He can’t turn away.

Dallas is crying. Tears spill from his big, brown eyes, and his thick brows crease the middle of his forehead.

“What the hell are you doing with his stuff?” Dallas asks, raising his voice so all the others in the waiting room turn to stare. They don’t care, though. Everybody understands when you’re in the hospital. Nobody dares to ask Dallas to quiet down.

“Sir, this is just--” the nurse begins, voice soothing and soft, but Dallas doesn’t let her finish.

“He needs that stuff, lady, you gotta give it back.” Dallas says, bottom lip quivering.

Pony’s sure now that Dallas knows Johnny no longer needs it.

“Sir, I have to--”

Dallas walks up to her now, strides long and swift, and rips the jacket out from her grip. Everything else falls to the floor.

“He’s cold,” Dallas looks down at the jacket in his hands, “he’s always too cold. You gotta give him this.”

“You gotta.”

Dallas meets the nurses eyes with such an urgency that she falters backwards.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I have to clear the room for--”

“Don't give me none of that crap! C’mon! Take it!” Dallas pushes it into her hands, whining now. She wouldn’t take it.

“Take it!”

“I SAID TAKE IT!” Dallas begs, sobs rippling through his command.

Two security guards walk past Ponyboy, who is frozen in his state. He can’t help. He can’t comfort Dallas right now, who needs it more than anyone.

Dallas turns back to see who’s approaching, allowing Ponyboy to sneak a glance at his face. He looks goddamn insane.

Old tears stain his cheeks, new ones rush down in a flood, and his eyes are blood red. His bottom lip sticks out from his face, swollen and shiny with saliva and tears.

A security guard approaches him, grabbing his arm firmly yet understandingly, letting him know in a loud whisper that it’s time for him to go.

“God damn-- I’ll do it!” Dallas suddenly rips from the security guard’s grip, sprinting down the hall towards Johnny’s hospital room.

“Dallas dont--!” Ponyboy suddenly musters. His voice, as it comes out, falters and breaks with every syllable, opening a dam that held back his tears. He’s crying just as hard now, watching the two security guards chase Dallas down the hall.

It’s too late though. Ponyboy dashes into the room to chase him, but Dallas is frozen in the doorway.

None of the doctors still hover inside. Its empty, eerily so, excluding the very obvious centerpiece of it all.

Johnny, concealed under a thin, crisp sheet, lies limply on his hospital bed. The machines are dead silent. For once, you can hear the sounds of the winter wind outside.

Ponyboy, then and there, decides he despises silence. He never wants to hear nothing again.

“He needs it.” Dallas whispers softly. Ponyboy’s eyes are on his back, shaking with every breath.

“Dally, c’mon--” Ponyboy says, grabbing him by the shoulder.

Dallas turns around to face him, breath quick in his hollow chest, eyes wide--a mess.

Ponyboy just shakes his head. More tears, shared between the boys, roll down their cheeks.

“No more.” he mouths.

So much condensed, concealed sorrow fills Dallas’s eyes then, so much he held back during the months, so much built up through the time they spent together.

All that time, the two boys knew what was coming, eventually, in the distance, but neither thought the day would ever come.

It was here.

Dallas turns his head to face Johnny one last time before ramming into Ponyboy’s shoulder as he walks away. The security guards watch him leave, completely oblivious to the nurses and doctors he pushes into as he walks in his wobbly line towards the doors.

Ponyboy picks up the coat he dropped in the doorway. He turns back to the security guards, watching him now, eyes and body hesitant as he walks into the room.

They don’t stop him. Ponyboy slowly tiptoes in, as to not disturb the boys slumber, approaching the sheet.

He can almost see Johnny’s face through it. Thankfully, his eyes are closed, and his lips are relaxed in their usual pout.

He doesn’t look asleep. He doesn’t look like himself, either. He looks like what he is-- a shell, a carcass, a mesh pot of bone and muscle. Not human not un-human, either.

Ponyboy feels his stomach contents rising in his throat. He turns away as he places the jacket atop his torso.

Ponyboy is about to say goodbye, his final words to his best friend, when all of a sudden he hears a not-too-distant bang.

Instantly he runs to the door.

He shouldn’t have left Dallas alone. Dallas is Dallas’ worst enemy.

#The Outsiders #outsiders #Dallas Winston #dallas #Johnny Cade x Dallas Winston #Johnny Cade #Johnny x Dally #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #fanfic #fanfic excerpt #angst #it would be johnnyxdally #but friendship johnny x ponyboy #its BAD but I had no idea what to do with it #so whoomp! here it is #greasers #socs #idk I had me earl and the dying girl on my mind when I wrote it for some reason so theres some context too

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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Roots and Leaves, Pt. 8

All done!

“-son. Master Jason.”

Fuck, Alfred’s dead? The end is extremely fucking nigh.

But, if he’s going to be selfish (which got him into this, you’d think he’d learn)…at least he has company in…wherever this is.

His hands still hurt, though, which he finds very unfair.

“You are no better at feigning unconsciousness than you were at fifteen, sir.”

He’s not tryin’ to…

Why does Death look like his old bedroom. Is this some sorta ‘ease into it’ area?

“There you are.”

“Alfie?”

Alfred hasn’t changed one bit. Jason will bet that his mustache hasn’t even grown, or shed a hair, or anything.

“How are you-”

Alfred.

He hugs him and he hasn’t changed, not one goddamn bit. Alfred hugs him back, one hand cupping his neck and the other moving firmly up and down his spine. Alfred’s here, everything’s gonna be okay, at least for another minute…

The hand on his spine moves and his head’s tilted up with a soft, “Oh, my boy.”

It’s over. Any dignity he had is gone. He presses his face against Alfred’s chest (fabric softener Earl Grey home) and doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not crying. He’s never been able to keep anything from Alfred anyway.

“M’sorry.”

“Oh, my boy,” Alfred says again, and those sturdy hands press against his head and neck. “There is nothing to apologise for.”

He tries to take a few deep breaths, to get himself under control for fuck’s sake, and can’t. He can’t do it anymore.

But Alfred is a literal saint, and he doesn’t try to coax him to talk or to sit up or to do anything at all, even after his jacket must be soaked through. He just sits there, marginally more slumped than he usually is, and rubs a hand in slow, steady circles over Jason’s shoulders.

At some point, he senses a presence in the doorway, but before he can straighten up it’s gone again and now, without that motivation, it’s easier to just stay here where it’s safe and warm.

He eventually runs out of tears but his face is now wet and swollen and hot. His nose feels like it’s swollen shut and he’s been reduced to careful, thought-out breaths that rattle in his throat and burn in his chest. Sitting up is too much work.

Alfred props him up anyway and rubs a cool washcloth over his face before letting him take it and hold it against his now-puffy eyelids.

“That’s it, Master Jason.” If Bruce is Sherlock Holmes, then Alfred is Watson. They don’t deserve him. “That’s it. Deep breaths, there we are.”

“M’sorry, Alfie,” he forces out, voice strangled. “M’sorry-”

“That’s enough of that.”

“But-”

“I won’t hear any more of that.” Oh, boy. That’s the ‘you’re on thin ice and should just shut up’ voice. Even now, it’s scary and he doesn’t have the courage to go against it.

A straw presses against his lips-limeade-and Alfred continues, a little gentler now, “I cannot imagine that you purposefully buried yourself for any reason, Master Jason. Am I correct?”

He laughs. He can’t help it. It sounds so nice put like that.

“No. No, I…I didn’t. I didn’t.” He is not going to start crying again. He refuses. Sheila flashes behind his eyes, blonde and blue and red, and he presses the washcloth down hard enough to hurt. “I…she s-said. She said she was out. Sh-she said she was out, Alfred, I thought…just once…”

“From the beginning, Master Jason.” Calm, but making it very clear that he doesn’t have a choice. “Who is ‘she’?”

He swallows, knows he’s imagining something squirming at the back of his throat. Alfred waits.

“Sheila Haywood,” he finally whispers. “I…Bruce’s files…she might have been my mother.”

He doesn’t have to look to know Alfred’s got that little frown between his eyebrows, the one that says he’s deeply upset. Jason presses the washcloth tighter against his eyes, sparking colors, and his wrist is tugged at until the colors die off.

“I just…she approached me, Alfie, I swear, I didn’t…I just thought…” He swallows again, forces himself to let the washcloth fall to his lap. “M’tired of bein’ second choice, Alfred.”

He doesn’t have time to brace himself before he’s pulled back down and somehow…folded…so that he’s tucked against Alfred’s chest like he’s thirteen again and still fits.

“Jason Peter Todd,” Aw, shit. “you have never been second choice, do you understand?”

But…

Look. He’s very well aware that he wouldn’t be here if Dick hadn’t had that fallout with Bruce. And oh, boy, has he ever learned the Joys of Being the Second Child-‘Dick did this’, ‘Dick did that’, and on and on and on. He’s come to terms with that fact, it’s fine, whatever.

But arguing that point (or any point) with Alfred is a Bad Idea.

And. And he’s here, now, because Bruce…Bruce came to pick him up, when he asked. So. That means something, doesn’t it?

His head hurts.

Alfred sighs at his non-answer but lets it go for the time being.

“What happened with Miss Haywood?”

He’s not moving. He’s staying right here until this is all over.

“Some moron tried to hold up the grocery store…”

* * *

Jason feigns sleep for the rest of the day, until Bruce is out on patrol. Sneaking past the Batman isn’t impossible, but it’s definitely hard and with his hands almost completely useless, well…

The last thing he wants or needs is a lecture on Trust and Rushing Into Things and Dammit, Jason, This is What Got You Captured by the Joker. He knows that, thanks, Bruce.

(And yeah, okay, he knows lectures are Bruce’s way of saying I Love You, but some people swear a punch to the face is an I Love You, so.)

Sneaking past Alfred, on the other hand…now that really is impossible.

He’s halfway down the stairs when there’s an irritated, “A-HEM,” from behind him. Crap.

“I was thirsty?”

Alfred gets this expression that Jason will swear means he’s envisioning smacking him upside the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Yeah. Okay. Game’s up.

“I just…I need some time,” he says, eyes fixed on a knot in the wooden banister. “I can’t face him, Alfred, not now.”

Not for a long time, probably. Not without a massive blow-up on both sides and it’s better if no one else is around to be caught in that crossfire.

And besides. Right now, he just…his apartment may be kinda crappy, but it’s not haunted by a stupid kid who swore up and down that

“Being Robin gives me magic!”

“This is the best day of my life.”

There’s too many ghosts in this house.

Alfred comes forward and pats his shoulder.

“At least permit me to provide you with a few easy-to-reheat meals.”

“I’m okay-”

“Humor an old man.”

That is a trap. That is a trap, it’s just better to nod and neither protest or nor agree. And he’s got time, before Bruce gets back.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

“Hm.”

He’s ushered towards the kitchen. It hasn’t changed a bit-still homey and warm and with those same comfy stools by the counter. He remembers having after-school snacks there and chattering a mile a minute about ‘so Mister Pierce set his desk on fire in chemistry and it was so cool I gotta try that y’think B’ll let me-?’

“If I hear one word about you being out before those hands have healed, there is no power on Heaven or Earth that will spare you, is that clear?”

He believes. He believes.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” An icebox appears out of nowhere. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I, uh…I called an Uber. I didn’t think I could drive.”

“Wise choice.” Alfred sets the icebox down and grips Jason’s arms. “You will always have a home with us, Master Jason. Remember that.”

He is not going to start crying again. He is not.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

* * *

The Uber guy is more interested in his radio than in Jason and that’s just fine. It means he’s not going to pester him, which means that he can twist around to watch Wayne Manor shrink into the distance through back window.

When he gets home, he opens his e-mail. Nothing new, but Sheila’s are still there. He deletes most of them.

But.

He can’t. Even now, after everything, he can’t bring himself to hate her. Not really.

He moves the remaining few to his ‘save it’ folder, where he won’t open them by mistake, and goes outside for a cigarette. Lighting it’s a pain, and there’s a few minutes that he’s terrified that he’s going to light the bandages on his hands on fire, but he manages it, in the end, and leans on the railing to watch the cars go by below.

In another unit, he can hear Mz. Melinda May cackling and a handful elderly voices swearing and demanding she be thrown out. Maybe he’ll go over there tomorrow, make sure she hasn’t downloaded a crap-ton of computer viruses again. (And yeah, okay, he wants to know about the yelling.)

There’s a sudden movement in the shadows across the street and he goes inside, turns on the TV. He’s halfway through an episode of Chopped when a red bar pops up on the bottom saying, Batman recaptures Harley Quinn, more at eleven.

A knot in his chest he didn’t realize was there loosens up and he pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“Thanks, B.”

THE END

#Jason Todd #Alfred Pennyworth #none of us deserve Alfred #DC'd better not kill him or I will burn their offices to the ground #Roots and Leaves

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imagine someone just going 1-200 and you have to answer 200 questions for a stranger

well u better strap up becuase im about to do it

200: My crush’s name is: i dunno who do u think my crush’s name is199: I was born in: a year which is 2004198: I am really: a homo sapien197: My cellphone company is: i think its samsung196: My eye color is: brown195: My shoe size is: 9 or 9.5 i think just 9194: My ring size is: WAIT RINGS HAD SIZES????? i dunno193: My height is: 5′4 ISH but i just say 5′4 because im actually really sensitive about my height and the less than an inch that brings me to 5′4 makes me somewhat happier with myself192: I am allergic to: maybe dustmites 191: My 1st car was: not yet190: My 1st job was: NOT YET189: Last book you read: technically a book called Dad Jokes theyre really funny jokes but if you mean story with plot then probably Grand & Humble unless if you include everything then yesterday i peeked in some books188: My bed is: a bed which i sleep in and that’s pretty much it actually i havent really made my bed in a while 187: My pet: jax and nibsy r the family pets jax is a shih-poo shihtzu poodle mix and nibsy is a cat186: My best friend: my brother185: My favorite shampoo is: shampoo184: Xbox or ps3: hard choice there’s xbox overall and little big planet this is actually a very hard choice lksiiro3jedsklmf,gsda little big planet is great........................183: Piggy banks are: piggy banks. theyre great182: In my pockets: I DONT HAVE POCKETS IM A WOMAN181: On my calendar: whats a calendar lol!!!!180: Marriage is: marriage 179: Spongebob can: dodod od odo dodooo178: My mom: IS GREAT i lov her shes a good mom177: The last three songs I bought were? i dont buy songs i listen to them176: Last YouTube video watched: i mean im listening to boyfriend big time rush on youtube right now but if you mean actual watching its snufkin saying “hi moomin” to moomin a quick 6 second clip175: How many cousins do you have? i duno174: Do you have any siblings? yeah173: Are your parents divorced? yeah172: Are you taller than your mom? probably not :(171: Do you play an instrument? i play the trumpet i did it today and it was really boring i dont want to go to any more graduations not even my own170: What did you do yesterday? things[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: not really but somewhat and i like it because its a fun little thing to put in fiction 168: Luck: yea im very lucky167: Fate: its my destiny to die someday . . .. . in the futuuuuuuuuuuure

166: Yourself: as far as im aware no165: Aliens: yeah probably164: Heaven: i know it probably isnt real but i cant help believing163: Hell:i know it probably isnt real but i cant help believing162: God: only to blame them for stuff161: Horoscopes: yea theyre fun to read160: Soul mates: ehehehehehhe fun in fanfiction and would greatly b ok with it irl159: Ghosts: who else would hold my hand at night...... not even a ghost :) (but yea i do believe in them when i grow up i wana be a ghost)158: Gay Marriage: why wouldnt i believe in gay marriage 157: War: what is it good for156: Orbs: borb155: Magic: i like magic so i will believe in it [ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: yes153: Drunk or High: probably high i guess152: Phone or Online: ONLINE151: Red heads or Black haired: black haired 150: Blondes or Brunettes: BRUNETTES dude blondes r ok but i personally like darker hair149: Hot or cold: hot148: Summer or winter: SUMMER I HATE WINTER SO FUCKIGNT OASJKU*($@IRWJKOSDIUOKLJEZUDIFLK:LDSK:LKF:LJIODSKZVDJFKL mostly becuase i hate being cold and i hate snow becuase i have to shovel snow and its so cold147: Autumn or Spring: either one 146: Chocolate or vanilla: choc o late145: Night or Day: night144: Oranges or Apples: apples143: Curly or Straight hair: curly but i guess straight is ok142: McDonalds or Burger King: burbger king good milkshakese141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: idk uhh milk chocolate140: Mac or PC: pc139: Flip flops or high heals: neither......138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: ugly and rich i can just buy surgeries to make me prettier lmao137: Coke or Pepsi: coke136: Hillary or Obama: i dont wanna answer this :(((((( i dont like being bullied135: Burried or cremated: cremated babye put me in the flames ;3c134: Singing or Dancing: i like singing i like dancing i like trains 133: Coach or Chanel: what132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who are these people131: Small town or Big city: im just a mere small town babye ;3c big cities sound scary 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target has the good cheeseballs129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: i only know adam sandler128: Manicure or Pedicure: i dont do my nails 127: East Coast or West Coast: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh both are coasts126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday i get more gifts then uwu125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate124: Disney or Six Flags: disney because idk what six flags is isnt it a restaurant or something123: Yankees or Red Sox: a baseball bat [ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: what is it good for!121: George Bush: idk 120: Gay Marriage: yeah gay rights119: The presidential election: im not that into politics so i dont understand the elections and i dont think their fair since i get all my facts from adam ruins everything this isnt even a joke118: Abortion: pro choice i dont giv a crap about some lifeless baby. its only alive if it can properly move its arms or cry or feel.117: MySpace: haha dead116: Reality TV: idk 115: Parents: theyre parents 114: Back stabbers: ow my back113: Ebay: website.... money112: Facebook: lizard man111: Work: what110: My Neighbors: idk who they are but my old neighbor was one of my best friends i should talk to him this summer109: Gas Prices: probably too high108: Designer Clothes: clothes107: College: something i dont plan on going to any time soon106: Sports: something i dont plan on doing any time soon105: My family: a family104: The future: spooky. very scary. idk what my job will be[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: idk (update it was today)102: Last time you ate: 4:13 ish i made ramne101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: i duno100: Cried in front of someone: today i suppose i almost cried???? maybe my dentist appointment a few weeks ago??99: Went to a movie theater: lego movie 2 i think98: Took a vacation: 6th grade im in 9th grade now its been like 3 years97: Swam in a pool: over 1 year i dont go to the pool anymore96: Changed a diaper: NEVER AND I NEVER PLAN ON IT95: Got my nails done: i duno94: Went to a wedding: i also dunno its been too long93: Broke a bone: not that i can recal92: Got a peircing: never and never will91: Broke the law: i duno90: Texted: just now i told my mommy to pick me up it wasl ike 1 hour ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: me88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my momy and nibsy and jax and probably zach but he’d already move out by the time i leave87: The last movie I saw: i dont remember probably lego movie 2 or osmething on tv86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: next year drama club85: The thing im not looking forward to: dying?????? idk man 84: People call me: moto moto (not really idk what they call me)83: The most difficult thing to do is: the most difficult thing82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never though i probs will someday81: My zodiac sign is: aquarius sun leo moon aries rising80: The first person i talked to today was: probably kiley79: First time you had a crush: kindergarten i think78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: myself77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: idk76: Right now I am talking to: nobody 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: *has a crisis over my future plans as i do not know*74: I have/will get a job: im gona work at target or burger king next year maybe it depends on if they like me73: Tomorrow: 5/20..............72: Today: today71: Next Summer: in a theater near u70: Next Weekend: my first summer weekend 69: I have these pets: I ALREAD YSAID WHAT PETS I HAVE I LOVE NIBSY WITH ALL MY HEART and jax with some extra parts of my heart68: The worst sound in the world: a sound67: The person that makes me cry the most is: me66: People that make you happy: me65: Last time I cried: ealier today64: My friends are: online63: My computer is: on62: My School: is a school61: My Car: nonexistent 60: I lose all respect for people who: are really mean and seem to hate people for being happy. people who make jokes that make me uncomfortable. i generally avoid them.59: The movie I cried at was: all of them58: Your hair color is: brown57: TV shows you watch: idk56: Favorite web site: idk probs youtube55: Your dream vacation: nowhere 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: A FEW WEEKS AGO I GOT STITCHES IN MY MOUTH AND IT REALLY HURT UGHGTUERIJOKFLDc53: How do you like your steak cooked: edible52: My room is: a room51: My favorite celebrity is: myslef..... just kidding idk any celebs 50: Where would you like to be: where i am 49: Do you want children: no 48: Ever been in love: hoo ha hoo ha i duno how love feels exactly47: Who’s your best friend: MY BROTHER46: More guy friends or girl friends: guys i think 99% of my friends are my brothers friends so45: One thing that makes you feel great is: being happy44: One person that you wish you could see right now: nobody right now but sometimes kiley43: Do you have a 5 year plan: 5 years??? haha no i only plan on using savings accounts to make a bit more money and MAYBE moving to kiley but idk for sure since i like my parents and my brother and my parents plan on driving around in an rv but idk man moving to another state would be HARD and im kinda lazy and i’d have to get a whole new driver’s license 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no41: Have you pre-named your children: lmao all my ideas are jokes40: Last person I got mad at: probably myslef39: I would like to move to: my bed???????38: I wish I was a professional: personer. talker. socialer. [ My Favorites ]37: Candy: probably snickers or a salted nut roll36: Vehicle: big car. tahoe shape. tahoe size. idk. something like a tahoe thats my only reference35: President: I Don’t Care34: State visited: probably florida its the only one of 3 states i’ve been to33: Cellphone provider: what32: Athlete: WHAT31: Actor: idk 30: Actress: idk29: Singer: not me? me? idk28: Band: taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally hall??? ? ?? ? ?? ? ? ? I DONT KNOWIJ DSKJZLFKSJKLDSHDLfjklskl;fdkl;sfk;laf 27: Clothing store: i legit have like no faves god this is the hardest part26: Grocery store: target probably25: TV show: maybe the simpsons???24: Movie: idk ive seen a lot of movies23: Website: one of them22: Animal: one of them21: Theme park: universal studios20: Holiday: none of them theyre all ok but ??? meh19: Sport to watch: none.18: Sport to play: idk i dont like being competitive but??????? gym class is a fun sport! :)17: Magazine: none of them16: Book: one of them15: Day of the week: wednesday sounds like a good day. maybe sundays. 14: Beach: what13: Concert attended: frankly the only concerts i’ve been to are my own12: Thing to cook: probably ramen11: Food: cheeseballs??????? burger king milkshake, a drink?10: Restaurant: buuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrger kiiiiiiiiiiing?9: Radio station: 101.9 kelo eff emmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm8: Yankee candle scent: what7: Perfume: what6: Flower: what5: Color: red or purple4: Talk show host: wha

3: Comedian: i duno2: Dog breed: one of them1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yeah i tried but i kinda gave up slightly after i came back from a graduation party though i also kind of gave up from the start so

#ohrat

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