#it was the best night of my life but i really wasnt ready for this moment

[gabsisnotamazing]

the post concert depression has been kicking my ass today, i miss my band so much.

how am i supposed to be productive tomorrow if i can't look at my photos without crying?????

i just wanna go back.

[writingwithciara]

Casual ~Chris Sturniolo~

summary: chris and y/n begin a 'casual' relationship

word count: 1.9k

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

notes: first official full part of my 'mcconnell chronicles'. this is based off THIS song by ian mcconnell, and the rest of the series will be based off ian mcconnell songs. enjoy!

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chris had dreamt of his perfect girl for the last 10 years of his life. he knew exactly what he wasnted.

but he wasn't expecting to meet her the way he did.

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y/n had been out at a party celebrating her best friends birthday. the girls were dancing together and at this point in the night, a few drinks had been consumed.

she had excused herself from her group to go get another drink.

on her way to the kitchen, she felt a pair of eyes on her. it didn't stop her from making her drink.

as she exited the kitchen, she bumped into someone and her perfectly curated drink fell to the ground.

"oh, i am so sorry." she looked up at the person she bumped into and noticed some guy she barely knew.

he glared at her and just walked away. y/n's shoulders fell and she turned back towards the kitchen, intent on making herself another drink.

what she wasn't expecting was a cup already being handed to her. she didn't think twice as she took a sip from the stranger.

her eyes widened as she realized that it was the exact mix of drinks she had just made for herself.

"are you stalking me or something?" she looked up at the stranger and was not expecting to be looking into the most mesmerizing blue eyes she had ever seen.

"nah. i really like this drink. surprised someone else does too. thought i was the only one." he sipped his own beverage and smiled. "plus i noticed how upset you were that your drink got spilled. thought i would be kind and make you another one."

"wow. thank you." she smiled and looked at her cup. "and you didn't put something in it?"

"of course not. the people who have to resort to something like that are the most horrible people in the world."

"i agree. but i still don't know you so i'm not sure if i believe you or not." y/n raised an eyebrow playfully while continuing to sip on the drink.

"well, my name is chris. and seeing as how you're still drinking the drink, even though you're a little suspicious, i'd say you believe me. at least a little bit anyway."

"either that or i'm just really thirsty." she retorted, smirking as she finished her cup without flinching. chris admired her.

"okay. i'll give you that one." he chuckled. "so, do you got a name?"

"y/n." she reached for the bottle and looked around before beginning to chug it.

"oh. should've guessed that someone as beautiful as you would have an equally beautiful name."

"you're lying to me right now, aren't you?"

"i swear on my life." chris crossed his heart and smiled. y/n passed him the bottle and smiled.

"i like you. think i'm gonna keep you."

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over the next few weeks, y/n and chris spent every free moment together.

everyone was convinced they were together but they weren't.

they were best friends, nothing more.

until one night, it changed.

it was a saturday night and they were getting ready for their respective dates. chris had met some girl at a party and y/n was going out with a random guy as a favor to her friend.

neither of them wanted to go but they had made a commitment.

luckily, they had managed to get their dates to agree to a double date.

chris watched as y/n put the finishing touches on her make-up. he admired everything about her but could never tell her his true feelings, fearing he would only drive her away.

he knew she didn't feel the same. she told everyone multiple times that chris was her best friend ad that was all he was meant to be.

"alright. done." she put her mascara on his bedside table and turned to face him. "how do i look?"

"you always ask me this and the answer is never going to change." chris stood up and walked to her. "you're beautiful, as always. i don't know why you even need make-up."

"that's such a cheesy answer." y/n giggled while shoving chris playfully. she couldn't deny the blush that crept up on her cheeks so she turned away from him. "we're gonna be late."

chris followed her out to his car and they drove to the pre-selected location.

they were the first two to arrive, sitting on opposite sides of the table and waiting patiently for their dates to arrive.

chris' date showed up 10 minutes later than planned and to y/n, they seemed to be having a great time. she was a little envious of it. but not because of the girl being with chris. she was jealous that he was having a time of his life while her date didn't even bother to show up.

an hour into the date, while chris' date was telling him a joke, he glanced over at y/n. the way she looked so upset broke his heart.

y/n didn't know why she even stayed at the restaurant for as long as she did. she was torturing herself.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom. be right back." chris' date stood up and headed to the washroom. y/n sighed heavily and chris looked at her again.

"i can't believe your date didn't show up. what a dick."

"it's alright, chris. i was only doing it as a favor for a friend." she stood up slowly. "i'm gonna head home. i'll see you tomorrow."

"no, stay. we can all have fun."

"no. i wouldn't want to intrude. besides, your date doesn't seem to like the fact that i've been hanging around all night."

"she can get over it." chris grabbed her wrist lightly as she went to walk by him. "please stay?"

"sorry, chris. but i'm tired. i should head home."

"at least let me drive you home then, since i drove here."

"i can-"

"you are not getting in an uber with a stranger."

"you can't abandon your date, chris. just because i got ditched, doesn't mean she deserves it too."

"she'll understand." chris stood up. "i can always reschedule with her anyway."

"you're not letting up, are you?"

"fat chance." chris chuckled, earning a smile from y/n.

"hey, what's going on? we leaving?"

"y/n and i are. i'm sorry, elizabeth."

"you're ditching me because she got ditched? what the hell, chris? i thought we were having a good time."

"and we were. but i'm not leaving because y/n got ditched. i'm leaving because she's not feeling well. she's been out of it all day, constantly throwing up and shit." he sighed. "i like you, elizabeth and i really want to see you again."

"you're lucky you're cute." elizabeth cracked a smile and grabbed her purse. "feel better soon, y/n." she offered the girl a smile before disappearing out the door.

"okay, let's get you home." chris guided y/n back to the car and headed back to his place. thankfully for him, nobody was home so nobody needed to question why they were home so early.

y/n got changed into some extra clothes and joined chris on the couch. some random movie was playing on the tv but neither of them cared.

y/n looked over at chris and began to think. she didn't realize she was staring or that she had zoned out until chris snapped his fingers in her face.

"what?"

"i was just checking to see if you were listening to me." chris chuckled. "clearly not."

"sorry. i was just thinking."

"well, you must've been thinking about me because you were staring at me for a while."

"shut up." she looked at him and smiled. "okay, yes i was staring but i wasn't thinking about you."

"then what were you thinking about?"

y/n avoided the question and looked down at her hands before speaking. "why did you ditch elizabeth in favor of me tonight?"

"what do you mean?"

"i was fully capable of getting myself home. i didn't need to be pitied by you."

"whoa. i was not pitying you. have you forgotten the number 1 rule we came up with when we became friends?"

"clearly i have forgotten it, chris!"

"we promised that if we both went somewhere together and one of us wasn't having a good time, we would leave. and you clearly weren't having a good time."

"but tonight could've ended really good for you." y/n glanced over at him. "and i mean really good."

"as in sex?"

"yeah probably. no offense but elizabeth looked like she would've been easy for you."

"well, unfortunately for her, i like a challenge." chris looked up and smirked.

there was something about the way chris looked at her that made her insides burn with desire.

before she knew it, she was pulling him into a kiss. it took chris a second to register what was happening but in no time, he was returning the kiss & pulling her closer.

y/n climbed onto his lap and looked in his eyes.

"tell me this isn't what you want and i'll stop. we can forget this ever happened."

instead of answering, chris went back in for another kiss.

neither of them were drunk when it happened so the fact that they were both sober made it easier to remember the next morning.

y/n was the first one awake. she looked at chris and smiled. he really did look cute when he was asleep.

he opened his eyes not long after that and when he saw y/n staring at him, he couldn't help but smile.

"so, last night really happened, huh?" y/n began to gather her clothes and get dressed. chris did the same and instead of handing y/n the shirt she was wearing last night, he handed her one of his hoodies.

"yeah it did." he looked at her for a moment and then looked back at his feet. "i don't regret it."

"me either. it was fun." y/n smiled. "maybe we could do it again sometime."

"uh, yeah. yeah that sounds good." chris was surprised at the suggestion but agreed to it anyway.

"okay, cool. i'll call you later, chris. have a good day." y/n kissed his cheek and left the room quietly.

their one night turned into many more. they were together more than they were apart and to any outsider, it would seem like a normal romantic relationship. the only people who knew they weren't actually together were y/n and chris.

and that's the way it was supposed to be.

chris knew y/n didn't have the same feelings for him that he did for her but that was okay. he still had her in ways nobody else could.

he wanted to tell her. he tried to but it was never the right time. he always felt the need to tell her after a shitty date but chris could never get the words out before clothes were being thrown around the room.

their hookups after a shitty date happened so often that chris was starting to believe that part of y/n was always picking the shittier men just so she could come over to chris' place and get the release she needed..

he started to feel used and the day he was going to bring it up to her, everything changed.

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[tooruswhre]

JUJUTSU SORCERERS BEING PARENTS.

– feat. g.satoru, k.nanami, t.fushiguro.

– footnote. new fandom alert! been having jjk in my masterlist since the beginning of time and finally decided to get a kickstart.

obviously this is arguable, just opinion based and can be interchanged with any characters to your fancy!

– content warning. suggestive (?). implied fem reader.

i can only imagine that SATORU is a girl dad. he knew from day one that he is more than ready to spend the rest of his life with you and create a family sometime down the line. and upon hearing it was a girl, the sorcerer was beyond prepared. he spoils that girl all night and day, and it can only be assumed that she is a daddy’s girl from this behaviour. given that he is a sorcerer, and that alone comes with it’s own difficulties; he made a promise to come back to you and his babygirl in one piece every night. he would give her the world and any star in the sky if she wanted.

++ he is such a good listener when it comes to his kids; which makes me believe that his daughter is always willing to share her gossip and boy problems [ to his disliking lmaoo. may i mention he’s overprotective? ] with him because he gives the best advice.

NANAMI would be such a sheltering-helicopter parent, I can just feel it. protecting his children from the dangers of the world and making sure they’ll be able to protect themselves if he isn't somewhere arms reach away. and when he is arm's reach [ 89.9% of the time he is], he’s really probably sitting a few tables or standing a few people away from the kids, unbeknownst to them that he’s watching over them like a stalker. nanami just wants the best for his kids, just doesn’t truly know the way of going about it, so, they wouldn’t understand in their youth.

++ given that he is quite strict, he’s the type of dad that his kids would be scared to ask him for things. though, he loves them unconditionally; just a bit rough around the edges. you’re always the middleman for things, the kids ask you to ask him for them in every situation [when they want something, wanna go somewhere etc] . nanami is pretty blind-sided to that charade; wouldn’t question it if he wasn’t anyway.

to be honest, TOJI wasnt really looking forward to having kids, simply because of his lifestyle. but the conversation of having kids was in your interest; and knowing him, he’ll do anything to make you happy. nevertheless, your child was welcomed into the world a while later. and now he loves that he has a mini-me running around, showing them all the cool tricks and abilities daddy can do. he can’t tell what he loves more, the process of making love to you; or what that outcome brings. nonetheless, he suggests that the two of you should have more kids.

++ i also want to add that this man is soo laidback, if you haven’t figured that out by now. toji is the type of dad to provide his kids with logical instruction and respect!

[chemicallady]

Heyyy, would you possibly be able to do a Noah Sebastian story that is like a brothers best friend dynamic? I live eat and breathe this stuff lol

I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: slight mention of sexual intercorse. Nothing too deep, I'm saving it for next Chapters

Summary:  you're a real mess, your life is turning into a living hell, so your brother Matt convinces you to move in with him in LA and start working for the band he's taking care of

A/N: I dont wanna spoil to much in here, because... Well, you' ll see. English is not my native language and no one peer review this ff. It's gonna be a world of fun, I already know it!

Important! I don't know Noah or Matt or any of the real people portrayed un this story. This is fictional!

Enjoy then 😏

Ouch, I've lost myself again

You've always been around, unseen. Having a brother like Matt could be a blessing and a nightmare in equal parts. You were feeded with stories about gigs and musicians while grow up with your older brother, who is dear to you in a way that actually you cant explain. Matt as always been your twin flame even if you are younger than him. You grew up looking at him with a lot of respect and it broke your heart when he left Texas, moving to California. At the time you werent ready for the big change and your brother's friend were still a bit mysterious to you.

You were used to spend as much time as possible in his company, but with this fresh start for him, you just fell into the ordinary. Nothing against your life, by the way; your parents always supporting, best friends ready to drive you to the closer pub and deliver the best night possible, a lovely boyfriend who adored you in any meaning.

You loved the shit out of Shawn. He was your person, the one always there when you were in need. Your high school sweetheart. Maybe he wasnt your first kiss or your first fuck but he was the one who made you feel like it was worthy, living for someone else. The one who pushed you to improve yourself for your own sake, that helped you in finding a job for the local tattoo shop as a piercer when the school was over.

You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend possible. You decoreted your shared flat in the warmest way possible. You turned down a good scholarship for that college in Montana, pissing your parents and brother for this lost opportunity. You gave up to your dream to be a writer because he had to stay in Texas and take care of his mom. You helped him through the loss, when she die.

But it wasn't enough.

You loved the shit out of Shawn and he loved you in return, but it wasn't enough.

Your relationship suffered a slow, agonizing death with multiple attempt of reanimation. Vacations togheter, a bigger flat, a cat.

Nothing compensate the distance between the two of you and he was the one brave enough to call it for a quit. You knew was gonna happen but it didn't hurt you less. Moving back to your parents, while quitting your job just to avoid to meet him everyday, took you to the bottom. Then the shutdown decided to kick you while you were already down, spending days in bed just listen music or watching anime whitout any chance to go out with your friends or for just a walk.

Everyone was really worried about you. You lose weight and that energy that always marked you.

And you stayed there, drowing in your own misery until Matt decided that enough was enough.

《 Pack your shit, you're moving in with me to LA. You're done making mom and pops that upset.》

The end of fall 2021 signed your rebirth. Matt found a bigger apartment for the two of you and Lucifurr, your vicious black cat which has an obsession in chewing cables and destroy everything paper made. You have always want to leave nearby the ocean and Malibu had a ton of opportunities to offer you. You started a yoga class the same week you moved, in order to make some new friends. Accoding to Matt, there are a lot of things to do around the band he is working with, Bad Omens.

You offer yourself as a merchgirl, but since you're a good writer an even better in tolerate people bullshit (you have to be karmatic, all the teens who came to get a piercing to the shop have always made a scene in front of needles), you could be perfect as a PR/assistant for the band. You remember them barely because someway somehow, these are the guys who steal all the time Matt has. Time that you never get.

You remember this four guys with long hair, basic metalheads, except for the drummer. You remember when you gave him the nostril after a show in 2015, maybe 16, and he took it like a champ whitout complaining. You remember the singer, this slenderman type of guy with beautiful long hair that looks like silk. You've never felt more envy of someone else hair like that. And also the other three guys were nice, especially Vincent. The only one who you can connect to a familiar face because you two got a nice conversation on tattoos when you visited Matt, three years ago.

They are nice.

You've heard stories about them at every phone call.

But still, thieves of precious moments that you want have again in your life again between you and your brother.

All the missing birthday, all the call postponed due to technical issues. He wasn't there to pick up your pieces when Shawn get a rid of you.

And Matt wasn't supposed to, but being selfish, you wish he was there.

But he is now and this is enough to bring the light back to your life. The long talks after dinner, movie nights, everything is back to the normal between you two since you moved and it's restoring.

With this wave of good mood, even if you havent forgotten Shawn yet, you enroll to gym, so you can work out after yoga.

And is in this specific place that you meet Eric.

The first time you caught him lurking at you you were running on the thremill.

There is something familiar in him but still, you dont know anyone in LA. You were the one who actually landed the first conctact with this new alien subject, so introvert to avoid your eyes.

《 Today is hot as hell, right?》

Talking about the weather is the easiest card to play. He smiled a bit shily to you before answering. 《 Don't tell me, I hate how hot is in here. Are you new? I've never seen you around》

《 I just moved in with my brother, actually. 》

《 You're a southie for sure. I like your accent.》

You giggle at his words, while he gets some confidence, passing a hand through this short hair. 《 you got me. You don't sound californian as well》.

《 Maybe because I'm not》. There was a moment in which he seemed to be doubtful, like he changed his mind and he didn't want actually to talk with you. He looked at you with a weird expression, like he realised something was off. 《 What's your name?》, he asked then, almost suspicious.

And then you lied. You rarely give your real name to strangers. A self defence mechanism for girls. 《 Vanessa. You?》

He looked more relaxed, 《 Eric.》

《 Nice to meet you Eric... Do you know a nice bar around? 》

《 Maybe I know a place 》 he reflected, smiling a bit malicious. He was definitely flirting. 《 Can offer you a beer or something? Just to welcome you in town.》

You are not ready for a new story yet, but after almost a year after you broke up with Shawn, you needed at least some human conctact. Eric was nice with you since the beginning. He invited you to this dive bar after the gym a couple of times, not far from your place. He paid for you a couple of cocktails while having a real nice Conversation. A superficial one, about the tattoos that covered him. About living in LA. You mentioned your brother a couple of times and he talked about his roomates and all the crazy things they have done during the pandemic.

He told you he is a Producer and you told him you're still unemployed.

One way or another, he got closer to you in a matter of days. And when he kissed you, you obliged and kiss him back. One thing leaded to another and the two of you ended fucking in the back of his SUV. And oh boy... you needed it so much. It was a quickie, but he seemed to be promising. His long fingers stimulated you untill you cried out for pleasure. His mounth divoured you inch by inch. And his cock....

He knew how to use it, let's say that.

After, he gave you his number and the two of you planned to see each other by the end of the week, at the gym, after your yoga class and his class of jujitsu....

The morning after you're fresh and relaxed like you weren't in months. Matt tends to be overprotective so you didn't told him about Eric while you were having breakfast. You need to know this guys deeply before accept that you know have a situationship. And your brother doesn't need to know about you screacting you itchies.

He has a hot temper when someone looks at his dear little sis.

After breakfast you got ready to meet the band again after almost three years.

《 I can't believe Vincent quitted. He was the nicest.》

Matt sighs while driving to the guys' house, mentally focused on the traffic. 《 youll see him when we'll be in Virginia, don't worry. 》

Your eyes slip on streets and houses, wards and parks but you still feel like You're in a new country. You don't know how much it will take to get used to California.

《 here we are》 , Matt says, parking. 《 let's refresh the rules.》

《 Oh c'mon, I'm not twelve anymore》

《 y/n 》

《 alright! I don't have to embarrass you while you're free to be mean on me. I don't have to embarrass myself talking shit just because I'm nervous and if the music sucks, I can't tell your precious Noah.》

《 You can do better but, more or less, that's it. Lets go. I need another coffe and maybe something sweet before start to film the music video. 》

It's so weird filming inside a house and not in a proper set but all this low budget bullshit are quite the normal for small bands, you think.

You have to be their assistant and eventually a PR- so Matt can stop to bitching on twitter all the time- and you know nothing about bands.

According to Matt, you're going to learn quick.

According to Matt. You know that he picked you up for the job so he can force you to write what he wants.

And continuing to bitch around through you.

The guitar player greets you at the door and introduces himself again as Jolly. The rest of the guys minus Noah are in the garage. It's marvelous how Orie, one of the guys who lives here, a director, reorganize the space with tubes and flashlight.

《 What's the name of the song, again? 》 you ask to Nick Folio, whos already youre favorite.

《 Artifical Suicide》 it's the answer, while he takes his place back behind the drums.

《So emo》 it's your honest observation that makes him laught. Matt looks at you in a way that if he could, you would be incinerated where you're standing. You're already embarrassing him.

Nice.

You regret nothing.

It's a lil sister job to make her brother in troubles, that's what pops always says.

Mike brings you a coffe that you accept with a smile, than tells everyone the news about the singer that is still not here.

A diva, of course. That's your first thought. Every singer is a natural diva.

《 He is still looking for the glove.》

《 He would lost his head if it wasn't attacked to his neck》 , a solid comment arrives from Ruffilo, immediatly followed by an annoyed reply from behind you.

《 I can ear you motherfucker. You are- what the fuck?》

You turn in time to face the famous singer and almost choke with the coffe.

《 Yo Noah, do you remember my sister, y/n?》

You see Noah turning pale for a second while trying to say something in return.

You're also speechless for a second, before putting your shit togheter so Matt wont finds out in the first five minutes. 《 Howdy! You... you cut your hair. Nice. I didn't know》

You didn't.

That's why was so easy for Noah to be Eric for almost a week. For a hook up with you. His best friend sister.

....Splendid.

You're fucked.

[flnpushy]

Classic Story...

all birth stories

My old Story: Anna's Birth Struggle Anna had recently graduated and was college bound. Being 18 was fun for Anna and she enjoyed the graduated life. Her boyfriend Tom was also looking forward to college as well, but the two would be separated as they had been accepted to different schools. On the final night before moving away for school, they spent the evening together. Alone. Three months had gone by since the two had been together. Things were going well for him, but no so well for Anna. She was sick most mornings, and just felt off. A couple more weeks went by before she finally called her mom. She told her about her morning sickness and other symptoms. Her mom asked if she had taken a pregnancy test. To that she answered “Are you nuts?” “I’m not pregnant.” A few more days passed, she finally gave in and took a test. The test said she was indeed pregnant. She didn’t believe it so she took another. Same result. She called her mom in disbelief. “Mom I’m Pregnant.” Anna said. “OH my goodness....” Her mother replied. “What about school?” She asked Anna. “I don’t know mom, I don’t know what to do.” Regardless her mom was actually very excited, but Anna was far from excited. She had waited years to go to college and now it was all at risk. She visited the doctor where they confirmed she was about three months along. Much to far to go back now. Anna Couldn’t believe it. A baby? She didn’t want to have a baby! She then had to let Tom know. She didn’t know how he would react. She was very nervous making that call. “Tom, Its me, Your going to be a dad.” Anna said. There was a brief silence on the line.... “Oh my god are you serious?!?” He said excitedly. “Are you mad.” Anna asked. “Of course I’m not mad, Im absolutely ecstatic.” “Why would I be mad Anna, Its my fault your pregnant!” He said. “Oh thank god your happy.” Anna said. “What about our schooling?” “Its ok Anna, we will make it happen no matter what, I’m here for you!” Tom said. Most days Anna had morning sickness and other issues. Pregnancy was not easy for her. Anna was a petite brunette. She was small overall. She has a small frame, tiny arms, and she was only 5 foot 2. She was still just a girl in reality, but she now was going to become a woman faster then she had ever imagined. She continued her studies as best she could. Eventually the ninth month had arrived. Annas belly was like a basketball protruding from her body. Anna knew she would birth at home as this was her wish. Her mom Mary had been preparing thier home for months. Everything Mary could afford to get she got in preparation for the birth. Finally summer break arrived and a very pregnant Anna returned to her home, and Tom did to. One morning Anna awoke early to pains in her belly. This wasnt unusual for her as the baby frequently moved around in her belly causing discomfort. These pains were different however. She felt around the top of her belly. She could feel a little baby foot squirming around within her. Anna was grossed out by the babies movements, she didnt like the idea that a baby was inside her. She was ready to be done, ready to give birth and be back to being a normal girl again. Anna prepared a breakfast and joined her boyfriend Tom on the front porch for a Saturday morning conversation. Tom asked how Anna was doing and knew that she was in some type of pain. “I think it may be happening.” Anna said “Ok honey, lets get things ready.” Tom replied. Tom prepared her bed with clean sheets and comfortable pillows. He also layed out towels in the bathoom and on the bed to catch fluids during the birthing process. A couple hours later Anna was in real pain, labor had begun and her belly squirmed wildly as the baby moved toward the birth canal. The contractions were sharper and shaper and it wasnt long before Anna was really hurting. She layed sprawled out on the couch, trying her hardest to bear

through each contraction. She was wearing a light shirt, bra, and panties. She fought the pain as best she could, but still yelped in pain with each contraction. Tom had read up on birth and was going to school to be a doctor. He figured this would be a good training opportunity.

“My poor baby girl.” Tom said, sitting beside her. Anna continued to struggle through the pain. Anna entered transition, this was the worst pain she had ever faced. “Oh my god, oh oh oh, help me, ahhhhhhh” Anna yelped. She continued her struggle. Till finally transition had ended. The baby was now low in her belly and engaged in her pelvis. “Ok its time to check your cervix to see if you can push.” Tom said Anna sat upon the bed and Tom inserted a finger to check Anna. “Good girl Anna, your right on the money, 10 centimeters!” “So now what do I do?” Anna asked. “Time to push that baby out hun!” Tom replied. “Im scared.” Anna said. “I know baby girl, but its so close to being done now.” Tom said. Anna endured another couple of contractions. She was ready to get over to the bed, but the next contraction brought a tiny gush of fluids. “Whats happening!?!” Anna shrieked. “Your water broke baby, The baby is coming now!” Tom replied. Anna and Tom went to the bed, Anna waddled as it was so strange to her having so much pressure between her legs. They arrived at the bedside. Anna took off her shirt, bra, and panties, then climbed into bed. “Wow look at my beautiful baby girl” Tom said. “You are so beautiful.” “Ok how do I do this.” Anna asked. Tom put several pillows behind his pregnant girlfriends head, he put an absorbent pad under her butt as well. “Lift your butt baby.” Tom said as she slid the pad underneath. “Ok now we wait for a contraction and you push.” Tom said. “I will teach you how to push.” Tom stated. Tom put a finger in her opening. “Feel my finger?” Tom asked. “Yes.” Anna replied. “Ok when a contraction comes, your push like your having a bowel movement right at this spot.” He said “Ok” Anna replied. It was time to put her newly acquired knowledge to the test. A contraction came. “Ok baby, pull your legs up toward your chest and push like your pooping.” Tom instructed. Anna pulled back her little legs and pushed. “Grrrrr.” she grunted out. She then stopped. “Good girl Anna.” Tom said. “Hold those pushes good and long.” Tom stated. Anna pushed again. “mmmmmm grrrrrr ahhhhhh.” She grunted hard. The contraction ended. “Good girl baby!” Tom said. “Now relax.” “How many pushes will I have to do?” Anna asked. “Could be a few minutes, could be a few hours babe.” Tom said. “A FEW HOURS!” Anna yelled. “Yes baby, pushing a baby out is a long process. Your young and small, The baby has to stretch you out to get free.” Tom said. “You will be ok. Just breath and relax.” Another contraction came.

“Ok baby girl, here goes.” Tom said. Anna pulled back her legs and grunted. She pushed good and hard this time, curling her little toes in protest of the pain. “Good push girl! And again!” Tom said. Anna pushed again and again till the contraction was over. “Ok babe, lets see what we can see.” Tom said. Tom used both hands to open her opening. He poked around a bit. ‘“Ok girl, heres a contraction, push hard.” He said Anna pushed with all her strength. “Ohhhh!!! We have something here!” Tom said. “I see something!” Tom said again. “We have a little baby head!” “I wanna see the baby!” Anna said. Tom grabbed a large mirror and placed in in front of her, she then pulled back her opening once more. “Ok push hard and watch the mirror” Tom said. Anna pushed, in the tiny little back of her opening a tiny spot of hair was visible. As the push stopped the spot went away. “Where did my baby go?” Anna asked. “Back in your tummy.” Tom said. “Why in my tummy, I want her out!” Anna stated. “Birth is a two steps forward, one step back process baby. The baby will come out a bit, then go back in a bit, remember she is stretching you out so she can get free.” Tom said. “ I want her out!” Anna said. “Honey, she will come out, you have to push her out. “ Tom said. Anna dropped her legs as the contraction ended. Tom grabbed more pillows as it was a struggle for Anna to push and hold her legs open. He put pillows under Annas legs to support them. Then another contraction came. Anna moaned as she pushed, she struggled and quivered. Her perineum however was starting to bulge a bit with each push. “I’m uncomfortable.” Anna said. “Change positions honey, you have the whole bed.” Tom said. “Try side laying, I’ll support your upper leg when you push.” Anna slowly moved from laying on her back to laying on her side. Her cute little Belly touching the mattress. Another contraction came. Tom supported her upper leg as she began to push again. Anna dug deep and bored down with all her strength, the perineum slowly bulged outward. As the push ended the perineum bulge disappeared. The contraction continued so Anna pushed again. Once again the bulge appeared, and then slowly disappeared as the push ended. “Good girl Anna, your making her move in there!” Tom said. “With every push your helping the baby escape from your womb.” Tom laid down first and let Anna lie down on his lap. He did this to comfort Anna and help her push the baby out. The mirror was positioned so that Anna and Tom could see the progress. Little did Anna know this was just the beginning of the battle. Another round of contractions Hit Anna. Assisted by her boyfriend she began pushing again. Anna drew back her legs and let out a push. She curled her toes as she pushed, her Tummy shook and quivered as she pushed hard to free the baby. Her perineum bulged as she continued to push the baby. The next push brought the bulge out further. It was becoming evident that the baby's head was close to the opening. A few moments later another push came over Anna. She strained and struggled, but her efforts were awarded. She pushed again, the perineum bulged farther this time. Anna continued to struggle, however she was about to be rewarded. As in her vulva, a tiny tuft of hair protruded. “Good Girl baby!” We can see that little Head! Tom said.

As the push came to an end the tuft of hair receded from view. The contraction ended. Anna relaxed in between the waves. Less than a minute later the next contraction started. Tom assisted Anna in drawing her legs back. Anna pushed with all of her strength. The tiny tuft of hair appeared in the opening once more.

“Reach down and touch the baby.” Tom said Anna reached down with her hand, and for the first time touched her baby's head. “Ewww its slippery and gross!” Anna said. Tom just laughed. The next contraction started. Anna Drew back her legs once more and pushed. The baby's head became slightly more visible this time. However as the push ended the baby's head drew back inside of Anna’s tummy. She was so close, but yet so far. When pushing she could see her baby, but the battle was far from over. “Ok baby girl, the next stage is the tricky one. The babies head will fight your perineum to get out. When you push the head will come out, but when you stop it will roll back. The perineum skin will hold the baby inside of you. You must overcome this skin to get the baby out.” Tom instructed. It was time for Anna to dig deep. Her baby's head was stuck in between her legs, and only she could free it. It did not matter how much assistance her boyfriend gave her, it was totally up to her to give birth to the babies head. Anna knew that Tom could not pull the baby from within her. It had to be done on her own. The next contraction came. Anna's Little body strained as she began to push. Below her belly the tiny baby Head was starting to emerge. It seemed so much more fluid in her. The head was more responsive to her pushing now. Even a tiny push had a reaction on the baby. Tom layed behind her and watched the action unfold in the mirror. He was so proud of what his girl was doing, and slightly aroused. Anna pushed again which revealed the baby's head once more, however as she stopped the head receded back in. The battle between baby and skin had begun. Every push moved the head into the opening, but at the end of every push the baby went back inside of Annas tummy. The battle continued. Anna pushed down hard, the baby responded this time, and the head protruded quite far. However with the end of the push the baby went back into her tummy. Anna made tiny moaning sounds as she pushed hard to free her baby. She needed a position change to see if she could push the head free in a different position. Lying on her back was obviously getting her nowhere as the baby continued to go in and out. She once again switched to side lying. Tom supported her upper leg as she pushed. The baby's head came into view then slowly rolled back in as Anna stopped pushing. The little baby head was not coming anytime soon. It's almost as though the baby preferred Annas tiny little Tummy. Anna continued to struggle, but the babies head remained firm in her. It had now been two hours since Anna began pushing. She had made good progress, but the babies head was still within her. The baby had made an appearance several times, but refused to stay in the opening. Anna's Young perineum skin just was not allowing the baby to come forth. Anna was becoming desperate. She wanted the baby out of her badly but no matter how hard she struggled the head would not come free. Still on her side she began to wiggle her tiny hips back-and-forth. “Good girl Anna. Move those hips, it may help her out.” Tom said. “Follow your instincts.” Anna resumed another push. As she wiggled her hips back and forth the baby's head started to make more headway. The tiny tuft of hair head become the top of the babies skull. A tiny teardrop shape was starting to happen. Anna's perineum skin was finally starting to stretch. “Good job baby girl, wiggle that tummy and get that baby out!”Tom said. “Uhh, uhgrrrm, ooh god, mmmmm.” Anna moaned as she pushed. Anna was getting tired And frustrated. It was time for an all out massive push. “Im going for it.” Anna said. “Hold me open.” Anna waited for the next contraction to set in, Tom held her opening below to allow more space for the babies head. Anna breathed in any gathered all of her strength. She dug her feet into the mattress, strained as hard as she possibly could and let out the biggest push she had

ever done. She wiggled from side to side as she pushed. The baby's had came far into the opening. The furthest it had been yet. Even a small portion of the babies forehead was visible. However at the end of her massive push, the babies went back inside the tummy. “Wow honey, I was for sure that would have her out!” Tom said.

“I dont think I can get her out.” Anna stated. “You can honey, I will coach you.” Tom said. Tom began the coaching. He came around from behind her to assist the perineum in opening. “Ok baby, hard push.” Mary said “1 2 3 4 5... “good let go.” Tom continued coaching her for another 15 minutes. The baby's head continued into yo-yo action. Slowly coming visible with the push, and receding back in with the end. Finally after a few more pushes the head was starting to come forth far into crowning. Even though the baby's head was starting to crown, at the end of the push the head was still receding into Anna's tummy. Tom continued to coach his girlfriend, but the head refused to come free. The perineum skin was still fighting to keep the baby inside. No matter how hard Anna pushed the baby continued to recede in at the end. Tom assisted her by pulling back the skin as she pushed. Anna was taking a real working over and Tom knew that she would soon tire to the point of exhaustion. “I cant get her out.” Anna said. “Ive been in the same spot now for 45 minutes and the head is still stuck.” “I know baby girl, you have worked so hard, your perineum is just so tight.” Tom said. The babies head remained in the vulva. Visible, but not able to get free of the perineum. “Help me, I cant get her out.” Anna wailed. Anna began to doubt, she had worked so hard, but with no avail. Tom had doubts as well, seeing his poor girl struggle was starting to make him wonder as well. They took a break for a few minutes and regained composure. “Help, help me.” Anna said. “There is nothing I can do to free the baby honey, you just have to keep going.” Tom said. Anna let out a tiny grunty push. The head moved, but barely. She pushed again. Once again the baby responded, but it was little effort against the tight perineum. The baby receded back into Annas tummy. Once again becoming clenched by the Tight perineum. It was time to take a break and give up for a while, it was becoming apparent that Anna was not going to be able to free the baby. She was simply too tired, and her skin too tight. Anna drew her legs together and the baby disappeared from the Vulva back into her tummy. Anna stood up. It was time to take a break and walk. The walking motion and the movement of her hips might help the baby get into a better position to get free. The baby now back firmly in the tummy made Anna upset. She had carried this baby for the last nine months, and now it was so close to coming out, but yet she was unable to get it out. She could feel the baby moving within her, she could feel it kick and struggle to get free of her tight skin. She began to wonder if the baby would actually fit out of her. Anna endured more contractions as she paced around the bedroom. She could feel the babies head just inside her rubbing the perineum as she walked. It was a strange feeling. After 30 minutes of walking around, it was time for the inevitable. Anna needed to starting pushing again. Anna returned to the bed with Tom at her side. She drew back her legs and began pushing once more. She breathed in and bored down, her skin bulged below. She pushed again, the skin bulged farther and the vulva opened. She pushed again, the head came back to view then slowly receded with the end of the push. The next contraction came. Anna pushed hard and the head came to view, as the push slowed the head went back. Anna was grunting will all her might to free the little baby, but it was stuck. The tiny head held tightly in place. She took a breath. The head slipped slowly back in. “Good girl Anna, it will happen, just stay with it.” Tom said. However after several hours of pushing Tom was starting to get worried she would not be able to get the baby out on her own. Secretly he was turned on by this. Anna kept at it though, pushing hard to get the head moving, then watching it go back inside. She knew she really had no other choice but to get the baby out. The morning turned in to afternoon as Anna continued

to push the baby out. The head had now been going in and out for two long hours. Anna had now been pushing for five total hours. Anna’s body was covered in sweat, and she was becoming very exhausted. “Tom, the baby isn’t coming out.” Anna said. “I’ve been at this for hours.”

“I know babe, but the head is right there in your opening, It will come.” Tom replied. “Yes I know Tom, but her head has been there for two hours!” Anna said. “Are you enjoying seeing me like this?” “No babe of course not, I mean you are quite cute when you push, but I want the baby to come out to.” Tom said. Anna returned to pushing, she grunted hard and long. The babies head was right there at the opening, but just refused to come out any farther. Anna tried and tried again to get the baby out but with no prevail. “Ok Tom, I’m throwing in the towel.” Anna said. “Your baby isn’t coming out.” Anna felt trapped by this. She had a baby stuck in her, she couldn’t get it out, she began to feel anxious. Her anxiety made her tense up. This made the baby retract back inside her. As the baby retracted her tummy got bigger. “Looks like your still pregnant.” Tom said. “Yes, but I’ve been trying to get un-pregnant now for hours!” Anna said. “Why did you have to put such a big baby in me Tom? Anna asked. “I’m not sure its a size issue, I think there is another complication.” Tom replied. Anna went to say something again but was stopped by a contraction. She pushed hard and the head moved out to its farthest yet. The head stayed in the opening for a few seconds before slowly retracting back inside. “See babe, your getting it, that was the farthest its been out yet.” Tom said. “Well ok, I’ll keep trying.” Anna said. Anna pushed again with the next contraction, the head came slowly into view. The babies hair was dry now, it had been in the same spot for so long. Feeling the head going in and out was starting to become natural to Anna. It was actually starting to become slightly pleasureable. She pushed again feeling the head push against her opening. She was becoming aroused. Tom noticed this. “Starting to like it babe?” Tom asked. “Well.... I mean I want it out, but the feeling.....” Anna said. Anna continued to work the baby in and out of her. The head would slowly decend and push her opening, then retract back within her. Anna continued this until she could handle the pleasure no more. Her body shook and quivered with pure sensation. As the sensation overtook her she pushed, her opening contracted in and out. The babies head did the same, however it wasn’t popping out as she thought. The tension of the contractions held the baby tight within her. “Ok Tom thats it, your baby is stuck in me and I want it out now.” Anna said. “Get this baby out of me or else.” “Ok ok, lets see whats going on in there.” Tom replied. Tom reached in Annas opening, he felt around the babies stuck head with his finger. He got around to the bottom of the head and found the problem. “Ok so first of all we have a hand here, and second of all the baby is face up.” Tom said. “Theses two conditions make birth just about impossible.” Tom then withdrew his finger. “I suppose I could pull the hand free making birth much easier.” Tom said as he took a step backwards. “Ok so do it then.” Anna said. “Nah your ok babe, Just keep pushing.” Tom said as he stepped farther away. “Are you nuts Tom!” Anna said. “Your just so cute when you push.” Tom said. “Tom I command you to pull that hand out.” Anna said straining to push. “You’ll get it babe.” Tom said.

“TOM!!” Anna yelled. Tom slowly sat back down at her side. Anna desperately reached down and tried to feel for the babies hand. She could get her fingers just inside, but her belly was to big to be able to reach far enough inside. She gave up and moaned in protest. “Good girl Anna, just keep pushing.” Tom said. “Oh I’m going to get you for this!” Anna said. Anna went to move toward Tom but was hit with another painful contraction. She pulled her legs back and pushed as hard as she could. “Mmmmm Ahhhhhh, COME OUT BABY!” She yelled. She pushed hard again. “OHH MMMM AHHH, COME OUT!” She was gaining traction on the baby, moving its head ever farther out of her opening. However the babies little hand was preventing escape. She pushed hard again, her belly covered in sweat. She could feel the baby kicking and squirming inside to try and get out. Anna put her legs up on the headboard of the bed and continued to push with all her might. She pushed on her belly with her hands to help the baby. But it wasn’t moving. The baby was stuck just prior to full crown. The forehead was visible, but the face had yet to come. “TOM!” Anna said. “Good effort babe, But your still pregnant.” Tom said. “Make you a deal.” Tom said. “Ok what.” Anna said. “If I can impregnate you again in the future, I’ll pull that hand free.” Tom said. “NO, I don’t want another one of your babies inside me!” Anna said. “Ok keep pushing then.” Tom said. “Quick tip, wiggle your hips.” Anna stood up and got on all fours. Then went into a squat. She pushed and wiggled her hips as much as she could. The babies head began to come forward. She pushed harder and harder, the head began to finally stay down. With the next push the face came forth. It retracted a bit with the end of the push. The next push was a struggle but the baby was moving. “AHHHH MMMM.” Anna grunted as she pushed. The head was coming slowly out. The babies ears started to show. The end of the push had the ears disappear back in, to Toms pleasure. “Good Girl Anna, just keep pushing.” Tom said. The baby was coming but it was also continuing to recede back at the end of the pushes. The next push was finally the one that Anna had been waiting for, with a epic push and struggle, the head finally emerged. It was a relief to Anna to finally have the head out. She wiggled and pushed again, the first shoulder popped free. With the next push the other shoulder and body slipped free. Anna was elated to finally have the baby out. She got to know the new baby, and allowed Tom to bond as well. “So, when can we have another Anna.” Tom said. “Don’t get any silly ideas.” Anna said.

[justcallmesakira]

hii this is like my first time here requesting,,

aaaaa your writing is so cool i love it smm,,

prompt 13 angst, for fyodor?

i think it fits him really well,, and i haven't read angst for so long...

"Maybe...maybe in another life, another time"

Prompt 13

Sypnosis: Your like an angel incarnate to him but even so, you`re a pawn to the outside and will be.

Fyodor x reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: lots of sad stuff :(, no comfort

A/N: Aaaah finally first time writing for Fyodor! I hope you enjoy this anonie!! because its full of angst. YUMMY ANGST.

Etheral- Txmy ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

No matter how strong a pawn is,,, a pawn is a pawn for bigger plans then why does he feel like this? He wonders.

You had joined the decay of angels out of desperation. Nothing in your life was not really interesting anyways.

After Fyodor found out about your mere existence he was intrigued.

A human being this beautiful having such a dead and poor soul? What a wonderful day to be a saviour! He convinced himself that its just mere interest. At that time.

You were also pique by this mans goals and likings if anything you realized that he and you had alot in common.

He did not let his other subcordinates listen to his cello playing but he did to you, and only you. He did not lay his head on his other subcordinates but he layed on yours, He did not share his past experiences with his other subcordinates but he shared them to you, Only to you and no one else....Perhaps it was just an illusion to weaken his strength.

Fyodor saw all of the population as mere foolish human beings nothing else but you were an exception to his complex qualifiction

You liked his hair which reminded you of the feathers of a raven, sleek and violaceus, his bright eyes like comparable to a pair of plums, fresh from heaven.

Sure, he wasnt the best in person but you admired him, quite alot but somehow you felt sympathy for him. Everyone else would look at his direction and cover away, scared and terrified but somehow because of your naivety you felt something for him. You cant tell whether its from your heart or mind but something similar to pity. But now things are different...why do you still have that aching feeling in your chest?

"Fyodor, Fyodor dont cry" drip drip...

You are a mere pawn, nothing else but was that true?

The terrace you stood on had white lilies here and there looking as pretty as a ocean of pearls.

There was barely a trace of emotion in your face as you kept staring at the sun almost setting so the night scenery can introduce itself. Too bad you wont be able to see tonight.

Quiet footsteps could be heard, quiet like a mouse towards your figure. You realised it was fyodor, ah yes the same smell of lilac and evil.

"Are you ready, dusha moya?" the voice asks, tone as careful and delicate as glass. Like the glass covering the greenhouse from above.

"This garden is quiet the exiquitive one with its prickly rose vines sheltering the top." Fyodor states to calm down the atmosphere in this plot of flowers. "I wonder if they ever get tired of protecting the glass garden" you spit out, with no expression in your voice and your back turned against fyodor who only walked loser to you.

Your head turned around with a blank expression on your face.

"Strange girl....."

"Well, zayka its time to bid farewell even the sun is setting a goodbye" Fyodor finally revealed the words out with a smile in his face, the smile you will never be able to see again.

You picked up a white lily in your warm hands and gracefully slid it behind your hair tucking a strand of hair and finally turned around to face him, this time with a smile on your face which makes the mans eyes widen for a second.

"You're right, Lets go." you calmly voice out with a somewhat soft expression on your face as you walk towards him on the clean grass.

At that time you couldnt make out fyodors expression, whether he was sad or happy or just emotionless.

He reaches out to you with his hand asking you to put yours over his.

"It was nice knowing you, Fyodor. It really was but i guess this is our goodbye. But you know... Even though i shouldnt say this since i am but a sinner i really love you, I really do."

Your pretty lips mouth out these shattering words to him though i doubt he would feel anything anyways either way he wont be able to feel the warmth of your hands ever again nor the care of your words asking him if slept or eaten anything.

As Fyodors ability activates the life in your eyes slowly wilt away like a lily symbolizing peace.

"Maybe,,,maybe in another life, another time"

It was almost time that you died and met your punishment so with every emotion and strength you have you said out your last words as your head gently falls to his side with your lashes flattered close.

Fyodor did not smile at that.

He simple carried your corpse in bridal style with your white sleeved arms dangling down and gently placed your body on a huge pile of white lilies.

The view was beautiful indeed with the lilies hiding aspects of your now run cold body making you look etheral finally at peace.

"Fear not myshka, i will soon join you in hell too." with that the terrace was locked. Locked from dangers, threats and any bad omen.

"Farewell, Fyodor I hope you enjoyed the part you played these past 3 years"

A/N Fun Fact Fiction time!: The rose vines sheltering the glass of the green house in a symbolization to fyodors heart. The white lilies symbolize grief so he locks away any trace of emotion. By this reader puts one of the lily in their hair and asks metaphorically if fyodor ever get tired of protecting his emotions in order to achieve his goal! Also reader worked with fyodor for 3 years and an average white lily lives up to 3-5 years :)

[hearts4maddison]

You read? Part 2

- Mason mount x reader

summary: You and your girls decided to have a clubbing day out. Funny enough you bump into a familiar face you’ve see before.

Warnings: Swearing,drinking and fluff.

paring: single dad-mason “Mason mount” x female!Reader

You woke up feeling good knowing tonight you would get to go out with your friends ever since holiday and ever since your interaction with mason. All the dates you had been on didn’t go so well and all your friend’s new that. That’s also the whole reason you ended up going clubbing in the first place.

Once again, you were sat there figuring out a perfect dress. You had finally made up your mind on dress and it was final. You couldn’t waste anymore time all your friends were waiting on you already.

once you met up with all of your friend’s you headed inside the club. The same old music blasting, having to walk through a crowd of dancing people just to reach the bar.

Most of your friends were already on their fourth or Fifth drink already. You had said to your self you’d take it easy didn’t want to wake up with the worst hang over of your entire life but you knew one way or another you’d end up having one drink and end up having many more.

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The clock had now read 7:30 Most of your friends were already wasted.you were now on your Fifth drink by now probably had more than five.One of your friends Ashley wasnt as drunk was the rest which was good.

Most of your freinds were dancing. You decided to go and freshen up in the bathroom.

You decided to tell Ashley in case she wondered where you had went “hey im going to the bathroom really quick.“ you said with a slight smile

“want me to go with you?“ She smiled back “nah you go and enjoy I'll be back in like a minute or so.“ you responded with a smile and walked to the bathroom.

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when you entered the bathroom the music faded. You fixed up your hair and were ready to head back out. You told yourself you'd have one more drink and then ask Ashley to drive you back home with the other girls.

As you walked back your full attention on your phone your phone you accidentally nudged someone knocking whoever's phone out of their hand.

“oh shit! I'm so sorry I wasn't looking!“ you said a lace of worried in your tone. “it's okay you didn't break my phone at least“ whoever responded had a voice you has definitely heard before.

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Looking up at whoever you bumped into gave you a shock “Mason!?’’ you said with a surprised tone as you got up and handed his phone back.

“Lexie? Well this took a turn“ he said scratching the back of his head you hadn't talked to mason ever since at the airport and when he spoiled that good book it still struck you that he read?.

“I didn't expect seeing you here...how are you?’’ you said trying to make some kind of small talk to ease up this awkward cconversation“oh yeah i’ve been good how are you?“ he said a small smile on his face.

“I'm good..How's Maisey?“ you said with a smile on your lips “oh she's good! did you come here alone?“ he said sounding a bit curious “oh no came here with some friends what about you didn't take you for a clubbing type“ you said with a smile on your face.

“I could say the same thing pretty lady and again I'm sorry for spoiling that book when we were at the airport“ he said with a slight chuckle “Dont worry apology accepted I guess“ you said with a smile.

“good...Anyways u know you made the best impression on masiey cuz she keeps wondering where the pretty lady from the airport went” he said with a chuckle.

“guess i just make a good impression on everyone!” You say with a laugh causing mason to let out a laugh as-well.

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throughout,most of the night you and mason had talked at the bar which then you guys talked and talked and talked until it was time to go home you could see Ashley gesturing to get up and go home now.

“hey it was nice bumping into you mason! but i should get going now.” You said with a smile planted on your face “nice bumping into you too i’ll definitely be telling masiey i bumped into the pretty lady again” He said with a slight laugh causing you to smile.

“Good and don’t you dare spoil another book for ever again!” you said with a fake angry tone causing mason to put his hands up in defeat and laugh “don’t worry they end up together” he said with that same cheeky smile.

“…Are you serious!! How dare you spoil it for me!” you said angry but also trying to bite the smile back “I’m sorry it funny seeing you all mad and that pout you make”he said laughing.

“I’m leaving now! Thanks alot mount!”you said fake angry at him mason just waved and headed back to his group of friends.

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you got back in your friend Ashley car your other friend’s passed out sleeping in the back “girl what took you so long?” she said sounding curious “nothing i just bumped into someone i knew” you said resting your head on the car window.

“Omg! that cute guy who you were talking to he looked interested in you!” she said with a squeal “Oh shut it! you said with a smile “okay okay just saying” she said with a cheesy smile on her face.

your phone buzzed and as you looked at it was mason number the text message reading.

“Come to masiey birthday party? and i’ll make up for spoiling the book pretty lady.’’

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Ooo…A Invite wonder what’s gonna happen next…

sorry this took like months to get out i was so busy and couldn’t be asked but i’m back now! just a disclaimer this has not been proof read.

hope you enjoyed it.

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[roughcas]

wrio x reader fluff & angst

inspired by an old message from a friend about me and it was one of the most poetic lines that destroyed me. enjoy !

music entered your ears and went out the other, you can't even recall what time it was when you last left your bed. the love of your life, or so you thought, and yourself ended things. nothing felt right anymore and simply the world felt duller. its been two days, and it was spent mourning a soul that wasn't even dead. just gone.

the fight was nothing like anything of you guys had experienced before. it definitely was not the first fight you guys have had, but dating for almost a year its bound to happen. they have all been over silly mundane things due to high tensions that get worked out by the end of the night. you did something illegal to protect what you believed was an innocent person. you were right at the end of the day, but you colored out of the lines with your boyfriend who should have thrown you in jail for it. perhaps it was just the stress of a high case getting to him, even though he'd never admit that.

your friend, navia, dragged you out of your bed and made you get ready to go on a walk. what would that do? probably nothing, but she knew you needed a distraction and at that moment nothing was more beautiful to you than a friend who wouldnt give up on you. half an hour, of course it was fates dark design that you'd run into him. he hadn't seen you before you ducked behind the wall you just came from. no way in hell you could pass him. how were you supposed to walk by pretending he was still a stranger?

there he sat, next to sigewinnie sipping tea at the outside part of a restaurant. his eyes looked more tired, but maybe you just made it up because you hoped it was hurting him as much it was you. "its been two days, i guess i could of phoned her." wrio starts. the heartbeat inside your chest increases as you easedrop, navia behind you listening in.

"i said some of the worst things i have ever said before, all to her. it was a heat of the moment thing, ya know? i dont think she understood i wasnt mad at her, not once.. i was mad at myself, actually. she had to break the law - the one i enforce - just because i didnt listen to her when she told me that guy was innocent. because of my foolishness she had to cross lines, and i had to lose her." a long pause followed. it seemed sigewinne was out of earshot

"i really did lose sight of what was important, and it was her."

"now, she may never forgive me. and i'm willing to accept that, i just want the best for her. if i could change anything it surely would be the fighting that night. it was only too late when i decided to listen to her point of view, and i hurt her because of it. i was stubborn as fuck, and i'll always listen to her if she needs a shoulder to cry on. i'll always be here for her, even if she wants nothing to do with me."

[fanficfanatic000]

(Handmade for me) E.M.5

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized

reader 18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

Summary(Reader is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

He held the doors for you And you were inside he sat you in the front row and he went to the back preparing for the show and you saw her walk in wearing a tiny black skirt with a pink top damn you forgot all about that.... your gut wrenched and heavy it feels like you're burning alive5 minutes have gone by and they finally are called to the stage ",now ladies and gentlemen welcome the corroded coffen!!!!" Your stomach in knots Then they walked out the spot lights making Eddie's hair shine and his veins popping from holding the guitar he grabs the microphone with his left hand they played two songs one about how band life is the other about living life but there's one left eddie looks around in the crowd and says "this one goes out for a very special lady of mine"....They started to play but all you could focus on was Eddie's vocals "I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breath in your dust.

He was talking about her that's why he told her about tonight.. the air sucked from your lungs. Tears began to fall so you ran the fuck out that door. You sat on the sidewalk trying to stop but it just wouldn't..You lean against the brick wall it was cold really cold and you were wearing a tank topA breeze blew through your hair and you stopped crying and you were ready to go back inside you walk in and you see him talking to her close to the stage but his eyes fell on you from across the room the girl facing him then he started walking towards you hastily.. the girl left there.. "Soo Uh what did ya think??" He said his eyes on the floor. His hands playing with his rings.. "you guys rocked like always!."You say enthusiastically like you werent just crying.. he looks up and tilted his headHe smirked awkwardly "no i mean..... what did you think about the.... song??" You searched him for what he meant. Reading his body language nervous. His face Slightly red. His pupils blown out "oh the song... it was great.... she probably loved it..." his eyes go wide and his blushing replaced with confusion "wait what are you talking about... she probably loved it?? " you're so much more confused now.. you gesture your hand to her "eddie im not stupid.. you invited her.. and i heard her talking about you at my work.... its great for you edds.. shes pretty and im happy for you." You fake a smile at him. But his face didn't reply.. it looked kinda upset but also embarrassed.. he put his hand on your hand. His hand warm and she feeling "that wasnt meant for her..."He gulps "it was meant for you..." his eyes dropped to the floor and his face fell even more.. he wrote that for you not her....."I know we are friends but i just wanted to tell you for so long even when you dont feel the same...." You Not Feel The Same?Yeah right... "Eddie i-i do feel that way.. you've been driving me fucking craz–"He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you against him facing you. His eyes on your lips "can i kiss you?" You crashed your lips to his. His taste intoxicating and sweet You pull back realizing he smells like weed "whats wrong y/n?" He looks for an answer "eddie are you high?" His blown pupils looking at you "No‐" he says no but all signs pointing to yes makes you think otherwise "i should get home..." You run from his grasp but he followed you and wouldn't leave.. "i-mm not high princess!" He pleaded you stop and give him the all knowing look "really you eddie not high at all.." "no not a bit not at all"You still can't believe him not when he has a girl like her to like him..

Part 6 out now or soon

[ph0enix-animations]

Here. I feed you some Crossmare <3

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Cross knew he was dumb- no, not dumb. Desperate.

He had been living in squallor for as long as he could remember, he often worked as a mercenary or as a one day guard for some stuck up nobles, but times now had gotten more rough. No one was hiring him, no one was in need of any job that would pay him enough for him to be able to eat, so Cross had been forced to go to his last resort..stealing.

He didnt want to. The other people living in his area needed food as well, but Cross needed to eat something or else he would not be able to work- no! He promised himself that he would not steal from other people in need, so, he decided to steal from a noble..a foolish move that had gotten him caught and now, Cross was sure he was either going to lose his hands o his head..both didnt seem like a good option. Him and his dumb morals.

Cross sat on the cold floor of the cell he had been thrown in, not really sure what to do. He had tried picking the lock, which didnt work. He tried the squeeze between the bars, also a fail. He was sure to put up a fight when he first got caught, thrashing around, squirming against the guards, even if it did nothing, at least he didnt go down without a fight. He stared up at the small window that let sliver of moonlight in..the night was still young, that meant that Cross had time to spare, he would come up with a plan...but he was hungry and tired. Maybe his time really was done. All things considered..he had a pretty good life.

The orphanage wasnt that well kept, but miss Apricot was just like a mother and she made sure no one ever missed a meal. The military could had been better, but the experience it gave him proved to be useful. His belly wasnt always full while in the streets, but at least he had been able to help people in need. Cross didnt want to die..but now that he had come to terms about it, he could accept it-

Cross just now noticed that all the torches in the prison were snuff out and that all the noise that was coming from the other prisoners ceased..he rose from the floor and got close to the door of his cell to investigate.

He lightly touched the door to see over the little window and the door slowly opened, Cross took a step back, surprised for a moment before slowly, peaking his head into the corridor with the cells lining it. There was nothing, not a light, not a sound, not another person...which was weird, since he was pretty sure the prison was mostly full when he was dragged in. He took a cautious step into the corridor and started to walk carefully, if he was to be caught again he would not have another chance to escape with his life.

The air in the prison was now colder than before- "arent you going to run?" Cross felt the voice right in his ear. He spun around quickly, his fists raised ready to fight- but there was still no one there, he looked around and still there was nothing but the snuff out torches lining the walls...maybe he immagine it.

He started to slowly walk again in the darkness "i must say-" Cross turned toward the voice with a shot "-you mortals are so very interesting..you do not wish to cease to exist, and yet you are ready to accept it." Cross stared at the figure that was speaking. A black shadow was staring right at him, the only thing visible being its bright sapphire eye "w-who are you?" Cross whispered, the shadow chukled amused "mortals are really adorable when scared~" the shadow moved around him, circling him like a predator "who i am isnt important now. All you must know is that i am here to save you" "..save me?" "Indeed my little darling~" The shadow smiled "i am here to give you a deal." The shadow stopped in front of Cross, who was trying his best to remain calm, he didnt say anything, prompting the shadow to continue "i am here to save you from the death that has been promised you. I will take you away and you will be provided for. All your needs will be met and all that you could ever desire will be yours" "..and what do you ask for me in return?" Cross whispered again, the figure smirked "you will belong to me, Cross, your body, your mind, your sense of self. It shall all be mine."

Cross' eyes widened- belong..?

"Show yourself first." The figure chukled again "very well. As you wish~" the shadow started to morph into the shape of a skeleton- a beautiful skeleton. He was wearing royal attire and four tentacles swayed close to the ground behind him, he only had one eye showing, an eye of the color of the deepest sapphires.

"Here i am, my dearest~ Just like you asked" he smirked "you are-" "Nightmare. God of darkness" he took a small step back to show himself further, almost preening "i trust you saw my likeness on the temple wall?~" Cross simply stared, bewildered. He was in front of a god...a real god. A god that wanted to have him "now, back to the subject at hand." His gaze grew colder and sharper "do you accept my offer?" Cross hesitated for a moment "if you get me out of here...you can have me" The god smiled visciously, almost not trying to hide his eagerness "excellent~" darkness suddently engulfed the two, taking them both far away from the prison Cross was kept in.

Once the shadows retreated Cross found himself in a throne room, a gigantic throne room. He was on his knees, in front of him was the throne, inside of a palanquine. A veil was draped away from the front, letting him view the inside. The palanquine hid away the throne, that was at the centre of a comfy spot full of pillows and various plates with luxurious food.

The god of the night was sitting on his throne, around him, three men were laying on the pillows, coaxing at their god, asking where he had been. The god took the chin of one of them, a skeleton with black empty eyes "do not fret my pets, i simply went to get you a new playmate~" the three suddently turned to Cross, staring daggers at him. The god chukled "Welcome, Cross, to my realm. Or, as youll learn to call it, home" Cross looked around, nervous by the stares the three men where giving him, the god cleared his throat "Dust. Show him around and bring him to the chambers." The man behind the throne stood up, he was wearing a scarf that covered his head "yes. My liege" he bowed and aproached Cross "play nice~"

The palace seemed infinite, it was barely lit, only having moonlight and a few fieble blue tourches lighting it, Dust was pretty quiet, explaining only what was necessary without many fancy words.

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The rest of the night was peaceful, even if he was basically the property of a god now. The pther men he had seen didnt show up and neither did the god, it appeared that they left him in privacy for the night.

What could the god have in store for Cross?

[gwendalyn]

The Last Night at Hogwarts.

George Weasley x Reader Fem!

AU lets pretend the twins didn’t drop out and the war didn’t happen to make it sweeter. But written in a diary style of the last night at Hogwarts after 7 years.

Warnings: Mention of reader having kids

July 20th, 1996:

7 years of my life. Since I was 11. Since I was a kid who knew no wizards, except for my father who had given up the wizarding life to live a muggle life with my mother. I didn’t even know I was a wizard until I was 11. Just in case I wasnt one. My father didn’t want to expose me to this wonderful world, then for me to not get my letter. He was muggleborn himself so thought the chances of me being a wizard were lower. But the day I found out, my life changed.

I was sorted into Gryffindor. I made best friends with Fred and George Weasley on the first night, after they asked me for help with hiding a prank. It had been 3 years since I fell head over heels in love with George. My boyfriend. Back in 5th year when my main concern were OWLs and getting George to notice me. He did. That spring. Although he told me he noticed me the second he first set his eyes on me as we waited to enter the great hall to get sorted into our houses. He said how he hoped I’d get into Gryffindor, since he and his twin were practically a shoe in for getting in. He was a Weasley after all. He said when he heard Gryffindor being called upon my head, he was ecstatic. When he got in, after Fred, he sat next to me. Fred could tell what George was going through with me, so decided to be a sort of wingman. Hence asking about the prank that night.

I only saw George as a friend back then. But in a way I was glad it happened this way. It was incredible. The feeling of loving someone as a friend, and you begin to realise that you love them more. The feeling of falling in love with someone who you knew for years. It was the most magical experience I had ever felt. Which is saying a lot considering I go to a magical school.

The way he asked me out when he found out I loved him. He skipped a class with me, after finally convincing me to skip. We wandered the grounds sneakily. Then he said he loved me. Straight off the bat. Instead of playing it safe by asking me on a date or saying he ‘liked’ me. He just fully admit he loved me. Unapologetically. After months of consideration beforehand, he knew how I felt, so of course I returned his ‘I love you’ with an ‘I love you too’, leading for us to both melt on the spot, pool into one big combined mess and start snogging until we realised we were under the Womping Willow. He ran off but with his arms around me, sheiding me. We laughed and he kissed me again. Then Snape found us ditching and we recieved multiple detentions. But it was worth it. I would have gotten expelled for that moment.

Saying that, I really loved it here. I loved my parents and the life they gave me, but as soon as I found out I was a wizard I knew there was no way I could live a muggle life. I could only imagine myself having a wizard job, marrying a wizard, casting spells on one another as little I love you’s. Pulling magical tricks on one another. So when I found out George was that wizard it was perfect. Hogwarts gave me a lot. I placed the last thing in my trunk, a moving photo George had got me of us at the Yule Ball last year. I always looked at it when he wasn’t around. That and the few moving photos I convinced him for me to take for an art project.

I kept them on me at all times. As much as I loved them though, I really wouldn’t need them anymore. As in the morning I was going to hop on that train for the final time. Back home. For a few days. Until I moved into an apartment we had above the shop Fred and George managed to get the keys to. All summer we would decorate, ready for the kids returning to Hogwarts to do their shopping in Diagon Alley. I was sad I wouldn’t be one of those kids returning. But being able to sleep next to George every night, spend every day with him with no worries about classes. Secure together. I was excited for that. Very excited.

Still it brought tears to my eyes. Seeing my decorations taken down from my part of the room. It usually made me upset, as it meant I wouldn’t see George as much as I normally do as I had to go home for Summer. But this time I cried because I wouldn’t be putting these up again.

I wouldn’t be with George in the Great Hall, eating toast so early that it gave me a stomachache as I really couldn’t eat that early in the day. George and I walking through the grounds together, during our free periods we made sure we got at the same time. Falling asleep on his shoulder in the common room on a rainy evening, instead of doing the work we convinced ourselves we were going to do.

I took a final look, before getting into the bed. The bed felt cold now. It was a normally a warm and welcoming bed. But it’s as if the bed was saying it was my time to go. It sounds silly I know but, that’s exactly how it felt. This bed would belong to a new first year Gryffindor girl next year. About to have an amazing 7 years herself. After thinking about it, I grab my wand from the empry bedside table, I etch the words ‘Have Fun’ underneath the mattress where many other messages lay. Some of my own, like a loveheart containing the letter G I made on the second day of fifth year. But this message was for this new girl in my room on September.

I lay back down in the bed. Still cold, but warming itself up to support me one last night. My cover hugging me goodbye as it draped over my body. Not too much, it was warm outside. But just enough to be comfortable. The room felt so empty. I hadn’t seen it this empty since first year on the day we moved in, since we tended to keep some things here over summers. But this was it.

I lay there. Thinking instead of sleeping. Thinking about this bed, this room, this school. People I knew I would never see again, people who I may see every now and then, but its not as fun as it was right now. Promises to keep in touch that would fade eventually with most and then a reunion comes along and we all say hey, but don’t have that connection.

Until I think about George. How we will only grow our connection. If thats possible considering our place with one another now. I cannot even fathom us being more in love than we are right now, but when I look at George I know my love for him will never stop growing. I can only see how our relationship will clearly grow. One day he’ll propose and another were married, another maybe some kids came along. He did tell me the other day how he wants one of our kids to be called Bartholomew. As a joke. But our kids. Ours. I laughed along but If it made him happy I’d do that. That poor child though.

Thinking about George as a father to our children and my husband made me giddy, but finding out he’s thinking the same about me being a mother to our children and his wife made me crumble inside. Again positively. It made everything so real. I thought about scenarios of us getting married and finding out I was pregnant with our first born.

If you had told me when I was 14 that I was laying in bed at night fantasising about having a child with George Weasley, I would’ve called you a liar. First of all George was only my best friend, and I didn’t even want kids I would’ve told you. But my god how things have changed.

My mother told me that would change and I disagreed. Well I argue that things like that don’t change for everyone and that it doesnt need to change for them to be fufilled, that change for me was for the better. On the topic, I have to tell you about how I introduced George to my family twice. The first time as a friend of mine alongside Fred. In Diagon Alley shopping for our second year supplies. But then the summer of fifth year, we invited George to stay for a few days. I introduced him as my boyfriend. And he just clicked with my family. My dad apparently was the troublemaker in Hogwarts back in the day too so they bonded over that. My mum found him very good for me. Thought he was exactly the perfect person for me. She was right. And this really sealed the deal.

Anyway, sorry for rambling on about my memories like that. This bed is comfortable. I’ll miss this room. I know I’ll find myself back at this school at points in my future, but this room will no longer be my room. This is the room to girl in Gryffindor of the class of 2003. How strange. Goodnight. If you’re reading back on this diary, I hope you remember all of this. But I’m going to sleep now.

October 2nd, 2010:

I was looking through my old things and I found this diary again. In my old Hogwarts trunk that I was giving to my daughter. George found it actually. He wanted to read it but I knew there were some cringeworthy things in here. There were. I let him read this though. Little did I know that he was going to take that next step in our relationship that summer, once we got the keys to our old flat. He got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. We got married the next year and we had our daughter 9 months later. 16 March 1999.

Now I know George is in touch with his emotions, but it was rare I see him cry but this got to him somehow. But I found this book in August and hid it out of embarrassment. Until I read it today with George. It was because my daughter sent me an owl, saying that she found some messages on her bed. One of them saying ‘Have fun’ with two responses underneath. One saying ‘I did thanks’ and another one saying ‘Me too’. I swear it was my message so I had to find this entry in this diary and low and behold it was. Remember how I was saying to imagine telling fourteen year old me about thinking about having kids with George, Imagine 18 year old me finding out that said child with George would be in her old bed. In her old room.

Im glad all of my dreams from back then became true. Im happy for my past self in what she’s about to experience. Because it’s the best things that have ever happened to me.

PS, don’t worry past Y/N, your daughters name isn’t Bartholomew.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Ficlet: Mental mayhem

Monarch has been defeated for months. And ever since, villains from all over the world decided that Paris was the new place to make a name for themselves.

Ladybug and Chat noir haven’t had too much of a problem. With Monarch bested, they have all the other miraculous and Allies they can trust. So if a villain with some strange power shows up, they have a hard counter ready.

At least, that was until Mastermind showed up.

A powerful Esper with psychic powers that allowed for telekinesis and other mind powers. Ladybug and Chat noir found themselves on the backfoot for the first time in a while. Even their Allies couldn’t assist much in capturing him. The clever villain always managed to escape, and became one of Paris’ top villains quickly.

Of course Mastermind wasn’t happy with this, his schemes were still foiled and he wasnt winning, simply escaping. He wanted something to turn the tides.

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It was quiet on patrol, it appeared to be a rare night of peace for the city of Paris.

“You know, you would think that this job would have gotten easier with Monarch gone.” The turtle hero pointed out. Carapace was assigned to patrol tonight.

“That was always the assumption. But at least tonight is peaceful.” The cat hero responded, putting his hands behind his head.

The two were patrolling thanks to the wheel of patrol that Ladybug made. Ladybug decided with the increase in villains, it would make more sense to have heroes patrol at night, having each night be a shift, changing it up each night to give everyone a social life and build camaraderie. Chat noir and/Ladybug would be on standby in most cases, but chat noir volunteered to take the place of one of the other heroes.

“Well we still have a few hours till sunrise, any suggestions on how to kill time?” Carapace questioned.

“We can always go for a coffee break. Get the caffeine levels up.” Chat noir suggested.

“Sounds like a… Heads up!”

Carapace moved in front of chat noir and used his shield to block a flying car.

“Guess there is still traffic at night.” Chat noir bantered.

“So it’s the turtle and cat that are out.” A sinister voice spat in annoyance.

“Hello to you to Cranium case.” Chat noir teased.

“It’s mastermind! You know that!” The villain shouted!

Chat noir chuckled at the reaction, until he realizes that Mastermind seemed to be in a new outfit, one that came with a metal helmet that covered his face. Something that was unusual for the eye mask enthusiast.

“Decides to wear headgear for a change. Smart move, makes it harder to kick your dome.” Carapace commented as he jumped to kick the levitating villain, only to be caught in the air with the villains psychic powers.

“Oh this isn’t ordinary headgear, this is a new invention. The Cerebral Accelerator! It enhances my abilities 1000 fold. I’ll even be able to peer into your mind and find your identities.” Mastermind gloated.

Chat noir realized the danger he was posing. He quickly pressed a button on his baton to let ladybug know it’s an emergency, before jumping at the villain.

Carapace struggled to break free, but his strength meant nothing to the mental restraint of the psychic villain.

Mastermind moved Carapace to intercept Chat noir’s attack, but chat noir knew the villains tactics and jumped past, avoiding his friend.

“Nice try, but you’ve become predictable.”

“Oh?”

Suddenly before chat noir could make contact, he was stuck in the air.

“Foolish cat, it is you that is predictable. Now let’s see what is in that head of yours.”

Chat noir felt a sharp pain in his head as Mastermind looked into his eyes. He could feel him trying to get inside his head.

Chat noir tried to resist but the enhancements on his powers made Mastermind too powerful.

“Let’s peel back the layers and see who you really are!” Mastermind exclaimed as he used his full power.

Chat noir tried resisting, screaming in pain as the psychic painfully tore into his brain like a psychic drill into dirt.

“I found it! You’re…”

Mastermind fell silent as his mind was flooded with the emotional anguish Chat noir had endured. Including the revelations he found out about his own Father, himself, and his family.

Mastermind’s telekinesis dropped, freeing Carapace and Chat noir, while he fell to the ground, convulsing.

Carapace turned to see the villain in a sorry state.

“What… what happened?”

Chat noir, who had been reliving his traumatic pain thanks to Mastermind, wiped his that were watering.

“Guess he overloaded his new device… he’s still breathing. Let’s get him some medical attention and let ladybug know what happened.”

Carapace looked at the cowering villain who was muttering in his convulsions “pain…”

Carapace was left wondering what the villain saw that left him in such a state.

“Are… are you okay dude?”

“I’m about how I am usually.”

That didn’t answer Carapace’s question

[lexix001]

Like the movies PT 3 TW: death threat Body shamming

This week might be the busy week I've been through, I currently making a new show series, marvel currently on my dms, tonight I also have interview with Jimmy! AGHH

I walk to my closet finding a nice dress for tonight. I also ask my follower to pick which one is the best and they all really love the Classy black dress. Then dms slide in it was?? Mason.

Gorg❤️❤️

He text, ofc it wasnt weird but still it was all too sudden. After what happened, I decide to left it to seen just for another person to slide into my dms again

'Gorg girl ❤️❤️❤️'

It was from Magnolia.

Wanted to left it to seen but it begin to type again.

'Soo I heard you been invited to Jimmy show! Im jealouss. And like since like he says that you can bring someonee Why not bring me? We been friend since forever in the set 😭❤️❤️ '

no cant do I already invite someone.

I reply back.

'Fat cunt, watch the Jimmy audience gonna leave the building bcs of you.'

the fuck was that?? I rolled my eyes and wear the black dress and get ready to the show.

Jimmy show!

"HEYY!" I greet. Also having Louis patridge beside me. I sat on the couch and look at the audience. "I wasnt expect so many people to come" I laugh. "Are you joking?? You're famous y/n" louis rolled his eyes. "So guys! This is y/n and their friend who currently making a new show series and also know as (charater name) from The black phone" Jimmy squeak.

I waved to the audience.

We started to talk about my new series and my personal life. "So y/n do you have ever get bad comment on set?,If so tell us" Louis asked. I smile weakly

"okay so there is the girl who always steal my friend which at first I don't really mind until that afternoon I decide to eat my lunch. Then she and my friend just straight off body shamming me" I vented. "WOA WOA SHE WHAT??" Jimmy yelled

I nodded. "She is blind look how gorgeous you are! ok continue babes" Jimmy say desaprate what happens next.

"Ok so Magnolia was like the queen bee and gets whatever she want" then it went dead silent.

"Magnolia fat shamming you??" Louis asked. Shit. "Since when did I say Magnolia??" I laugh nervously. Jimmy eyes about to pop out hearing the gossip.

I also forgot to put my phone on silent mode making a notification pops out. A thousand time. I quickly check who it was ignoring the fact that Louis gonna see the message too.

It was like a thousand message of Magnolia givinh me death threat at calls me such a name.

'FATSO YOUR GONNA REGRET THAT CUNT'

'I HOPE YOU SLIT YOUR THROAT'

"We got her!" Louis yelled proudly. Taking my phone off my hand and screen shotted it.

What a night. Magnolia and me started to become trending on twitter, google, youtube. mostly her acc was banned she can't really talk shit now. I wonder how is the boys doing..

[p0is0nvalz]

I hope you are still doing requests! I love your writings!! can I request where the reader is Dustin's sister and is secretly dating Eddie and there are hints ( ie someone comments you smell like weed, Dustin telling him my sister has that same shirt, saw it on her floor the other day he had hid when he knocked, Dustin seeing you with a Hickey at school "youndidnt have that this morning " Eddie showing up with a matching spot) the rest of hellfire pick up on and is pointed out to Dustin. sorry it's a bit long

Requests are open!! And yes this is so cute omg i love this

Warnings: allusions of depression, sexual content, reader is super un-motivated,poor dustin is too cute for his own good😔, this somehow is a slight self-insert. Im sorry if this isnt what you wanted!

it started off with a one-night, no strings attached sex, but he kept coming back for more. He couldnt get the taste of you off his tongue.

Having eddie munson at your doorstep wasnt what you were expecting on a friday night all alone “munson.. dustin isnt here-“ “i didnt come here for him- fuck, i cant stop thinking about you” there was practically blisters on his lip from the continuous biting.

that had led to countless nights of sex with your brothers idol behind his back, slowly gaining feelings untill you finally started to date.

“hi dusty, how was your day?” He had just gotten back from school, you bringing him into a very warm embrace ‘she must have been in bed all day again’ dustin thought your daily “routine” wasnt healthy. Staying in your room in bed all day listening to the smiths and drawing whatever is on your mind, only getting up when taking showers, going to the bathroom or greeting him. If only he knew.

He hugged you back, ready to be filled with the strong scent of your scent “it sucked. Jas-“ he pulled away, sniffing you “y/n… why do you smell like weed?” His eyebrows were furrowed in worry “oh.. i was out with my friend” you tensed up which went un-noticed by him “really?” He smiled slightly. He was glad you were pushing people away less and less. ‘Isolating only furthers the hole you dug for yourself’ he’d always remind you.

“eddie..” you moaned out as you slid yourself onto his dick, eyes squeezing shut and bouncing up and down. That apparently wasnt enough for eddie as he held up your ass making you fall slightly and pounded up into you as fast as he could.

You were both face-to-face as he tilted his head, getting more access to your neck.

he was sucking and biting at your neck as you didnt notice, too mixed up in pleasure to think about it.

the next day, you were at home when you noticed. Dustin forgot his hat. You sighed and got up from the couch, deciding to be a good sister and delivering his hat.

Once you got there, you checked the time, figuring you would have to go into one of his classes. But no. It was lunch (you did a little cheer in your mind)

On the way there, you saw your friend val. You checked up on her while she just responded with the widest eyes she could, mumbling ‘dude i got pussy from chrissy goddamn cunningham’

“dusty. You absolute meanie, you made me drag my own ass into a car and to your school. Hey mike” you approached their table, ignoring the way eddie cat-called you jokingly “y/n you life saver!” His hair looked terrible, you tried to muffle your giggled by slapping a mouth over your hand and turning your head to the side “is that a hickey!? Y/n fucking henderson. Who the hell gave you a hickey!?!?” You dashed out of the cafeteria, running back to your car still giggling at your brother, hearing a faint “why do you have one too, eddie!?”

You were napping in eddies room when you suddenly heard the voice of your little brother. Your eyes shot up and you tried your best to listen to the conversation

“dude! My sister had that same shirt! She was wearing it today too! What a coincidence!” Dustin laughed as eddie laughed akwardly with wide eyes. “Whats in your room? Ive never seen it before?” Eddie sprinted to his door, covering it with his arms and legs “you.. you dont wanna go in there” eddie shook his head vigorously. Dustin was trying to find a was to get in there, eddies protests only making him more curious “you wont like whats in there!” Dustin finally shimmied into the room, scanning the room untill his eyes stopped. There you were, sitting up on eddies bed in a new shirt, eyes as wide as his.

“what the fuck.”

“Oh this isnt my room! Haha, silly me! What am i doing here?”

[toast-is-ticklish]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic /w/ Ler! Wukong and Lee! Macaque? Maybe he kept having flashbacks to their past, and Wukong wants to cheer him up? If not, that's okay. Bye!

Okay I finally did it!!! I kinda went super heavy on the angst at the beginning bc my life has been a fucking dumpster fire recently but I'm seeing a therapist so none of you bitches can judge me lmao

Anyway yeah very angsty angst and then very fluffy fluffy lol.

Hope you enjoy!

We Can Be Okay.

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As Macaque scrounged around in the kitchen at what must have been an ungodly hour of the night, he decided that fixing broken relationships was really, really hard.

He also decided that nightmares suck.

Silently cursing himself for making hot chocolate being his only somewhat healthy coping mechanism, he couldnt help but wonder if moving in with Wukong was a bad idea. He thought he was ready. He knew Wukong wasnt going to hurt him anymore. He wasnt scared anymore.

Or at least he thought he wasn't.

He supposed, as he stirred the warm drink, he had placed himself in a place where he would constantly be reminded of his apparent traumatic past. How did Wukong return here, after he...did what he did?

Macaques eye tingled.

But he wanted to be here. He had finally gotten his sun, his peaches, his everything back and he couldnt stop fucking flinching at him.

He had been told over and over about how he shouldnt feel guilty, how it was a normal reaction to what he had been through, how he should be more kind to himself.

He felt pathetic. He was angry at himself and

he didnt feel like being particularly kind.

He threw his spoon into the sink with a little more force than necessary. When it loudly clanked, he considered throwing it out the window instead. Because fuck you, loud spoon.

He wanted to sleep so badly. He was exhausted to his very core and his bones felt so heavy. But he just couldnt.

Every time he closed his eyes he was back. In the fight. In his memories. The bad ones.

He was almost falling asleep standing up.

"Mm..Mango?" A sleepy grumble from the other side of the room.

Danger. Danger. Macaque felt like his nerves were screaming at him. He fumbled with his hot chocolate.

Crash.

And the mug was in pieces on the floor and he was covered in fucking hot chocolate.

Warm blood soaked through his shirt and covered his face. He couldnt move. His best friend was killing him. He was dying.

No! No. He was in the kitchen. He dropped hot chocolate.

He couldnt breathe.

He couldnt-

breathe. Rocks slippery with his blood. He was dying he was dying he was dying

"-aque? I need you to breathe for me, can you do that? Macaque?"

Wukong was here.

Wukong was here. The fucking awful glint of that crown bore into his mind like a hot iron. His everything buzzed with agony and white hot pain throttled his face. His eye. Oh gods his fucking eye.

Wukong hesitantly placed a hand on Macaques shoulder.

Panic.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He heard himself shout but it was so far away. Was it even his voice?

Macaque scrambled backwards on the floor. He couldnt remember getting on the floor.

"I wont." Wukong said, firmly placing himself in the floor with a fair share of space between the two.

"Don't" Macaque said, and it was a garbled whimper of a sound.

"I wont."

He could hear Wukong take a breath.

"Macaque, you're on the floor of our kitchen right now. You spilled some hot chocolate and I think you're having a panic attack."

Right. Hot chocolate. Kitchen. He could feel the  coolness of the floor on his skin.

"Try to take deep, slow breaths. You can copy me if you want."

Macaque looked up. The glinting crown was gone. He looked at the ebb and flow of Wukongs chest and tried to copy it as best as he could, although his breath hitched a bit.

"Can you tell me five things you can see?"

Right. Grounding techniques. Wukong must've talked to Sandy.

"Uhm. You, th-the mug, cabinets, the sink, and the window.

The world around him started feeling a little more real.

"Awesome. Four things you can touch?"

"The floor, my shirt, my fur, and...the cabinet behind me.

His breathing was evening out.

"Good, now three things you can hear?"

"The cicadas, the fridge, and my voice." 

"Two things you can smell?"

"Hot chocolate and...sweat."

Ew.

"One thing you can taste?"

"Blood." He must've bitten his tongue at some point. Hard.

But he felt here now. And calmer. Wukong exhaled somewhat shakily.

"Are you...with me? Now?" He must've been spooked. Macaque supposed anyone would be, finding their partner having flashbacks to dying because they dropped a cup.

Gods, he was a wreck.

"Yes. I'm... here now. I'm sorry."

"No! Dont be sorry! I was just...worried about you." Wukongs face looked solemn before flipping into a more positive expression. "I'm gonna grab you a change of clothes real quick I'll be right back!"

That man could not stay still for more than two seconds at a time. Macaque huffed out a laugh.

Wukong hurried back, and insisted on cleaning up while Macaque changed and showered, and soon they were sitting in the living room with the sun just about to start peeking out at them.

It was pretty clear neither of them were going back to sleep.

Macaque knew what he needed to do. He needed to talk. About what he was feeling.

Sandy better make him scones after this.

"We...need to talk." Okay so he was definitely going to give Wukong a heart attack with that phrasing. God damn it.

The other monkeys tail curled around his leg in anxiety. "I'm listening."

"Wukong I love you, so, so much. More than I've ever loved anything. Its honestly ridiculous how your dumb ass somehow managed to wrap me around your little finger." Macaque huffed out an embarrassed laugh, before hesitating.

"I trust you. I know you're not going to hurt me, not anymore. But I- I think I'm," he sucked in a breath through his teeth, "still...scared of you. And I dont know how to deal with it."

"Macaque..." Guilt was coming off Wukong in waves, and if you looked at his face the only thing you could glean if you tried was— '"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.'"

"I know. You're okay, peaches."

An intake of breath. "Okay." Wukong was fidgeting in his lap.

"Also, I dont know if I should keep living here. You know I love being with you. But theres too many—"

"Reminders?"

"Yes. I've been having nightmares. Every night."

"I'm sorry."

"I know. You're okay."

"Okay. I guess we'll just be having more sleepovers at your apartment then?" A weak lopsided smile greeted Macaque. He wanted to kiss it.

"Yes. Honestly I should've realized it was foolish to ever think I could escape you uprooting my entire living room for your insufferable pillow forts."

"Hey! My pillow forts are not insufferable! Unless you mean insufferably romantic?" Wukong said, waggling his eyebrows like the dork he is and his smile grew.

He was tired and Wukong was liquid sunshine. Gods, that smile. He really was hopeless.

Macaque grabbed his Sun Wukong, and flopped down on the couch with him, shoving his face into the crook of the others neck.

"See? You've gone soft, mango! Probably because you cant resist my pillow fort-y charms." Macaque could feel that sunny smile against his skin and it was so nice. He really had gone soft, he supposed.

"I must be completely hopeless to fall for someone as annoying as you." He said, and it couldn't be more obvious how little he meant it.

Wukongs hands brushed against his skin to adjust themselves against his back, and it made his skin prickle pleasantly.

Of course he was going to get one of those moods now because apparently the Buddha himself had a vendetta against Macaque maintaining any sense of dignity.

Macaque let out a heavy sigh. Communication time. Yippee.

Those scones better be damn good.

"...Wukong?"

"Yes?" Macaque couldnt see Wukongs face, but he could feel his smirk. Had his tone already given him away?

Uggggh. He really had to ask for this right now? Normally he would just annoy it out of Wukong but he was too tired for all that. He felt heat steadily rising to his cheeks.

"Can you do...the thing?"

"The thing."

"You know what I'm talking about!" Macaque lamented, trying not to squirm. "You're just trying to be an asshole."

"You love it." Macaque was not pouting. And if he were, he definitely wouldn't be doing it because Wukong was right. Definitely not.

He just let out some strangled whining sound into Wukongs shoulder.

"Use your words, darling." Wukong purred, and Macaque wanted to throw him off a roof because when he used those stupid pet names it still gave Macaque butterflies even after all these years.

"I already did, you bastard." Macaque said this through gritted teeth, but it was all for show. He wanted Wukong to make him say it, and he knew it, and Wukong knew it, and that flustered and excited him at the same time.

"Ah yes, and I still dont know what 'the thing' means. So it looks like we're a little stuck."

What a dick.

Macaque felt anticipation tingle in his stomach as his face prickled with heat.

"...Tickle me." Macaque mumbled into Wukongs shoulder.

"What was that?" Wukong crooned and his mouth was so close to Macaques neck that the vibrations actually almost tickled and it was agonizing and he loved it.

"I said! Tickle me, you impossible prick!" Macaque burst out, and he felt like his face was a fucking tomato.

"How could I say no to a sweet talker like you?"

Fingers wormed their way through Macaques shirt and began to flutter over his sides, gentle and lovely, because of course Wukong knew exactly what Macaque needed right now. No wonder he was head over heels for this dweeb.

Macaques stomach did a flip as he felt a dorky smile pull at the corners of his mouth. He knew his face was growing darker as he struggled to keep his giggles down, even though he also knew it was pretty useless.

"Are you hiding your giggles from me right now? I cant believe you!" Wukong fussed in mock offense, "I'm being deprived. Taken advantage of. Abused, even."

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Macaque tittered, muffled into Wukongs shoulder.

"Didnt quite catch that, hun."

Macaque lifted his head to retort, only to be met with a squeeze to his hips, allowing an impossibly embarrassing squeaky sound to leave his lips before he broke down into giggles.

"Mhmhm nohoho! Peaheachehes! Hahahah!"

"No? I thought I remembered you wanting tickles like, really bad, just a sec ago."

Wukong let his mouth rest on Macaques neck and the vibrations left Macaque feeling squirmy and fluffy and soft and he loved it.

As Macaque giggled his heart out, Wukong let his fingers wander up, under the others shirt, to lightly scritch at his ribs. 

As squeaky hiccupy laughter filled the room, Wukong felt his heart melt.

"Ahahaha! Youhou- youhouhoure naihaihails ohohoh myhyhy gohohohd whyhyhyy!?"

"Why what? Why does it tickle so bad? Why are you so cute?"

Macaque thought he might just die now.

"Whyhyhyhy arhahahhareha youhouhouhou suhuhuhuch ahaha—HMmeEEK! " Macaque interrupted himself with something between a whimper and a squeal.

Wukong, the devious little fucker, was biting him. Nibbling on his neck and ears.

It felt like fireworks running through his skin. It tickled so bad. Not in the way that it made him laugh really loud, but in the way that apparently turned his brain to mush.

He loved it.

In between little bites Wukong murmured into Macaques ear "Its adorable how much you like this~"

All he got in response was a jumbled series of squeaks and some little kicks. Macaque shoved his face Wukongs shoulder because oh my god did he really just say that?

"You taste good, by the way. Very ticklish." He said, before returning to Macaques neck with ridiculous 'nom nom nom!' noises.

Macaque only had one thought in his head right now. "Ah! Ihihit tihihickles! Ahahaha!"

Wukong rumbled with laughter of his own and it sent vibrations through his neck that made Macaque wriggle around even more like some kind of giddy worm.

"Does it?"

"Yehehehees! Tihihihicklhehes!"

Wukong cooed and fluttered his fingers at Macaques sides before stopping for a second. "You're getting sleepy now, Mango. We gotta go back to bed soon.." he said with a yawn.

The moment Wukong stopped, Macaque felt his eyes start to droop and had to struggle not to yawn as well.

"Mnohot sleepy."

Wukong snorted. "You totally are. You're just also a little tickle addict." He said, giving a quick squeeze to the others hips for emphasis.

Macaque squeaked in suprise before giggling out a "Nohoh!" He left it painfully undisclosed whether he was saying no to being called a tickle addict, or the loss of tickles.

"Fine. A little more, then bed okay? You need to rest."

Macaque wanted to tell Wukong that there was no way he was accepting self care advice from the person who drank the entire supply of godly wine because he wanted to.

But he was tired.

So instead he said, "M'kay."

"I'll probably have to tickle your stubborn ass out of bed tomorrow morning anyways," Wukong said and suddenly there were hands at Macaques sides again and a big intake of breath.

As Wukong tickled the shit out of Macaques ribs, he blew the biggest raspberry right behind his ear.

Macaque squealed before going limp with laughter. "AHAHAHA! MMMAHAHAHA AHAHA FUHUHCK!"

Tickles shot through his whole body like lightning.

He legitimately thought that he was being sent to his grave with tickles.

And then Wukong did it again and again and again.

"AHAHAHAH OOHOKAHAY IHIHIHI CAHAHNT! IHIHILL SLEEHEHEP WHAHAHATEVEHERR!"

Wukong stopped and ran a hand through Macaques hair.

"You happy now, tickle bug?"

Macaque just nodded sleepily.

"Okay, c'mon, we gotta—ohhhkay." Macaque was snuggling into him now, clearly making himself comfortable.

How could he say no to this? He supposed his lifelong prospects of being a pillow weren't that bad.

Wukong looked down at his now asleep Macaque, and let himself relish the soft sleepy smile, and lazily wagging tail, knowing he had caused those things.

Yeah. Sleeping on the couch definitely wasnt that bad.

[some1youdontknow]

Benrius fanfic.

[This is the scene when brooklynn and Darius are underground trying to fix the pipes with the gas,and the warning system.]

And there he was,risking his life again ready to tape some pipes that contained toxic gasess,with a really loud alarm going through his head not allowing him to think clear, with the only person he adored the most in this group,Darius.

"Ok,Ben every 30 seconds we come meet at this spot exacly. You will know when to come when this alarm rings" he axplained as he pressed the bottom on the tablet they were using, making a really loud irritating sound. There was no way they wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Will do!Ready?" Ben said with the towel that he was gonna use already on his nose and the tape in one hand ready to wrap it around the pipes.

Darius looked at ben nodding with a "ready for it" reassuring glance. "Ok, counting to three, 1.." as he started counting down,all the worst scenarios rushed through Bens head,"2.." and what if something happend? To himself? And even worst to Darius. He would never forgive himself for that,even if it wouldn't be his fault. "3!" Darius shouted and without even realising it, Ben found himself running into the toxic gas with Darius by his side.

Ben went straight to the now full with toxic air pipes and started wrapping the tape around them. It was really noicy but he could still hear Darius tapping on the computer bottoms trying to stop the warning system. He tried to wrap them faster because the air he had left in his lungs wouldn't last much longer.The tape wasn't enough tho,and when Ben realised it, it was too late, the pipe he wrapped exploded pushing the toxic gas in bens face,forcing him to breath. His eyes started burning and by now he found breathing hard. He started coughing really loud and then,the tablet alarm rang. That was a clear sign he should get out of there as fast as he could. He struggled to run bjt eventually he did it. He ran towards the exit were the gas wasnt enough to do anything to him.

He started coughing and couldn't see that well from the gas earlier, but he could make out Darius running towards him. Darius fell on top of him. "Sorry i couldn't see you...My vision is blury" Darius barely managed to say exhausted. "I almost had it!" Darius said looking back to the computer. "But the the alarm rang!" Darius said irritated punching his hand on the concrete floor. He moved giving Ben laying on the ground. "Its okay, you'll get it next time.." Ben said trying to calm Darius down,while trying to sit up. Darius stood up and grabbed the tablet "We will get it this time! C'mon lets try again." Darius said in a rush. Ben just knew something was bothering him because the normal Darius would think hard before his actions. "Woah!" Ben said grabbed him by the hand. "Lets think about this for a sec, we can't just go in there again we barely made it out of there!" He said hopefully getting him back to his sences. "Yeah, your right.." He said letting out a big sigh. "Lets just sit for a minute until our vision is back."

They sat a while, Darius tapping his fingers aggresively on the cold floor. By now their vision was back to normal,but noone reacted. The room was empty, it was like their souls weren't there. Although Ben didin't care, he was just getting upset about Darius behavior as now he could feel the sadness that was slowly uncovering on Darius face.

"Hey... what a social night huh?" Ben joked trying to make Darius smile. But nothing it was like Darius didin't even hear him talk. Ben looked down "Usually im the one who doesn't talk much... Are you allright?" Ben asked putting an arm on Darius shoulder. Darius looked at ben tears and anger filling his eyes. "I- i just feel like a jerk, who is planning to catch his best friend the moment he steps foot on this island.." he said, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Im no better than him.." he continued. "That's not true Darius... you-" "oh yeah? How?" Darius inturapted. "Kenji is the one out of control...Not you Darius." Ben axplained moving closer to Darius. "The only thing i did today is putting u guys in danger..After kenji betrayed us...I just don't recognise myself anymore.." Darius said anger burning his voice. "Darius do u know what i like about u?" Ben asked looking at Darius. "You never give up trying for things u love,you are the light in this group.." Darius turned half way looking at him with his left eyebrown up. "And you know what your the smartest kid i know!" Ben said excited smiling shaking Darius by the shoulder. Darius looked up at Ben. "No,no i'm not you could have been injured because of my plan today.." Darius said turning his head towards the pipes. "And..i don't know if i would forgive myself this time,not if something happened to you." Darius tone had softened,but still Bens smile faded. "Don't blame your self for everything..." Ben said moving closer putting his hand on top of Darius hand. "If u hadn't gotten our hopes up the day the indominus attacked... We..." Ben paused. "I wouldn't be here right now talking." Ben looked at Darius with a supporting smile returning on his face. "And in whatever situation we found ourselves in you never stopped trying..." Darius blushed and a half smile got on his face. Ben stood up extending his hand to help Darius get up "What do u say?, Should we try again Darius?" He asked helping Darius up. He sigh "lets try". Darius said looking at ben. "And remember if kenji doesn't change his mind...You still have me!" Ben said enthusiastically. Darius laughed "Hey! Why are u laughing? Im being serious!" ben expressed joking around with darius laughing. When Darius stopped he sigh with a smile on his handsome face. "Never chance Ben." He said patting his arm on Ben shoulder. "Wasn't planning on it!" Ben chuckled. "I will always be here for u Darius." Ben said smiling, looking into the dark brown boys eyes. "I know ben, Im here for you too." Darius said looking into Ben's oceans blue eyes.

They started walking towards the room. "You know i didin't fall on you by accident right?" Darius said pushing friendly ben with his shoulder. Ben stopped as he heard this and smiled, a warm sensasion filling his cheeks.

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