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Pink sunset last night :)
#venting in the tags of my generic but pretty photo: holy fuck i need to quit my job#like i genuinely feel unsafe and its been hinted Several Times that my position may be terminated soon#so im just being like. dangled on a string and it SUCKS#but i am the only source of stability in my household and so i literally cannot#im just fuxking trspped like a rat#and im constantly having thoughts of like.. giving 30 days notice on my apartment breaking up and driving to like wyoming.. living in my car#but i have to be the responsoble one!! like always!!!#and no one else is looking out for me or able to catch me if i fall!!!#grrrrrrrrrr#its making me like angry at everyone in my life#i just wany to be left alone to do what i like and not have to worry about taking care of everybody else#and like. i cant even afford mental therapy or physical therapy or my meds rn and i dont think people realize how much i#am fucking sacrificing all the god damn time#jesus christ#i sound like the male lead in any mid century play#brechtian ass#anyways#im normal now#back to work 🙃
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(yandere! singer x gn! pr reader)
'FAMOUS SINGER CAUGHT STALKING PERSON!'
'POP SINGER RUMOURED TO HAVE BEATEN UP MAN WHO WENT ON DATE WITH PR MANAGER!'
'TOP SINGER SAID TO HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH MANAGER!'
all these headlines only served to give you a headache as you forced a smile for the flashing cameras. currently you were in the middle of a press conference, attempting to salvage his reputation and calm down the media who was always looking for a juicy story.
yes, you were his pr manager. and yes, you were the person that was said to be the one this damned singer adored.
it was a huge headache, not only for you but his PR team that you led as well.
i mean, stalking? obsession? you'd have to do a major ass pull to get the public to stop shitting on him.
but this was just another regular day as his PR team. for he had always been getting into scandals ever since he debuted. so you were sure that everything would be back to normal soon enough. you had enough experience with him after all.
at first, his scandals were regular ones like relationships and such. however, things started changing when he fell for you.
getting into fights, stalking you...
god, you don't know how hard it was for you and your PR team to save his ass this time round. countless sleepless nights and lots of coffee were sacrificed so that this press conference would be perfected.
and yet... here he was messing everything up! god! you just wanted to smash your head against the table!
"hi... yes, i am here to address all the rumours in person. sorry for my late arrival."
the charming singer smiles, laughing boisterously as he crashes the initially perfect conference. god fucking damn it! if only he just listened to you and remained hidden for the time being, things would've been over by now! but no, he just had to be an attention whore and come waltzing in just as the conference was about to end.
"yes, i do adore my PR manager. yes, i did stalk them. no, I don't regret my actions. any other questions?"
he flashes his pearly whites at the cameras, posing as all the news reporters start throwing questions at him, eager for more information.
you merely let a lone tear drip sown your eyes, heavy eyebags on display as your hands clench the edge of the desk. all your hardwork, gone down the drain just like that. and the culprit was happily smiling.
...
is it too late to smash his head against the ground?
#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere concept#yandere singer#yandere singer x reader#gn reader#suiana rambling#suiana brainrotting
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Come Back, Be Here (part 6)
p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8
Sirius Black x fem!reader - First Wizarding War Order of the Phoenix - 5.1k
CW: mentions of past abuse/torture, amnesia, mention of Bellatrix's cursed knife (same injury Hermione received in canon), racism/bigotry, swearing x a million cuz it's Remus' POV, angst, hurt/comfort, use of Y/N
Synopsis: After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. How will Sirius react when he finally gets his love back, only to have you snatched out from under him again?
“Where the FUCK is she?”
The headmaster calmly placed his teacup back on its saucer as the two men came barging into his office.
“Ah, Mr. Black. Mr. Lupin. Please, take a seat.”
So, Sirius did; he took the seat, and he threw it at the wall.
“I am not fucking around old man. Where. Is. She? Where is Y/N?” He barked.
“I’m afraid I don’t know.”
Sirius stopped in his pacing.
“You don’t know!?” Remus repeated incredulously.
Dumbledore nodded.
Sirius picked up a spinning orb from the headmaster’s desk and sent it careening to the window. The windows – the damned things – were charmed not to break, but the orb did. As pieces of crystal shattered and scattered onto the floor, many sleeping portraits of previous headmasters began waking. A few stayed behind to watch the spectacle, whilst many left to find other portraits to haunt for the time being.
“That’s not good enough.” Sirius fumed.
With a casual flick of his wand, Dumbledore righted the chair Sirius had thrown. “Why don’t you have a seat, son?”
“I am not your fucking son!” He shouted back, kicking the seat over again.
“Mr. Lupin, why don’t you encourage your friend here to calm down?” The portrait of a previous headmistress asked condescendingly.
“Get fucked, ma’am.” Was his muttered response.
With a huff, the headmistress decided to leave as well.
“I am so sick of being played like some pawn in this gods-awful game of yours! We are children! You fucking groomed us as students and enlisted us right out of the gates, fattening us up like cattle for slaughter!”
“Now, Mr. Black-”
“I’M NOT DONE.” Sirius roared.
Dumbledore shifted his eyes to Remus, who kept his gaze firmly on him.
“You – you’re supposed to be this powerful wizard with years of experience. You defeated that Grindel-fuck back in the sodding dark-ages or whenever, yet somehow, this is out of your wheelhouse!?”
“Mr. Black, everyone learned from the Global Wizarding World with Grindelwald; Tom Riddle how to cheat death, and myself to enlist the help of others.” Dumbledore said.
“But you didn’t get help! You got soldiers, and we’re the ones fighting this fucking war for you! You get to sit here in this bloody castle with powerful ancient wards protecting you, drinking your tea, wanking to the portraits of the other headmasters in your spare time, while the rest of us get their fucking heads blown off!
“We’re the ones being captured. We’re the ones being tortured. We’re the ones being killed. We’re the ones with blood on our hands fighting for our fucking lives, everyday! Bouncing from safe-house to safe-house whilst never being safe. And you know! You’ve known there was a spy, you’ve had contacts on the other side, but you give us nothing. You just send us off on these fucking missions, blind, and we all have to hope that that’s enough. That we’ll live to see another day. That we’ll make it home to our loved ones.”
Sirius paused to catch his breath. “You will not get away with using her like this, not anymore, not by me.”
Dumbledore’s crystal blue eyes bore into Sirius’ stormy grey ones. After a few moments, he offered him a subtle nod.
“Where is she?” He repeated, quieter this time.
“Sirius, the truth is that I do not know.”
Sirius groaned. “How can you not know!? Fine, fine. Who is your contact? Apparently, someone who was in league with the Black’s for the stupid fucking house-elf to betray me like this. So, who is it? Narcissa? Finally tired of the bleach fumes from that husband of hers? It can’t be Bellatrix.”
Dumbledore pursed his lips as he considered Sirius.
“It’s not Bellatrix, is it?” He asked in quiet disbelief.
“No, son, it is not Bellatrix.”
“’Kay well, tell me who it is, then. Reg’s dead so you’re leaving me with dear old Cissy here.”
Dumbledore leaned onto his forearms on his desk as he peered at Sirius over his half-moon spectacles.
“A house-elf will always be the most loyal to the head of the house it serves.”
Sirius scoffed. “Yeah, well my house-elf just up and fucked-off with the love of my life so I’d say his loyalty doesn’t exactly align with...me...” He trailed off as something seemed to dawn on him.
“Unless I’m not the head of the house.”
Remus’ neck snapped as he whipped his head to regard his friend.
“The deed and the vault at Gringotts were all moved to you, Sirius, you’re the head of the house.”
Sirius never pulled his gaze away from the headmaster. “Goblins can be tricked, and deeds can be forged.” He whispered. “But house-elf magic...”
Dumbledore leaned back into his chair.
“But Regulus is dead. He was pronounced dead – your mother offed herself because he was pronounced dead.” Remus argued.
“He was assumed dead.” Dumbledore corrected.
“Holy fucking shit.” Sirius breathed.
“Regulus has been in contact with me since this past spring. It appears that Miss. L/N was the turning point for him in this war.”
Sirius stared in bafflement. “What do you...”
“You may, one day, need to discuss with your brother. However, what he explained to me,” Dumbledore started. “Is that he had discovered Riddle’s secret of the horcruxes after becoming increasingly disenchanted by his rhetoric. He was intent on defeating Riddle himself, but came to me when he found Y/N.”
The colour drained from Remus’ face. “You knew? All this time.”
Dumbledore turned his gaze to the lycanthrope.
“You knew!?” He repeated.
“You must understand, I could not remove her from Riddle’s ranks without rousing suspicion from the other Death Eaters who knew she was there. We were also becoming increasingly aware of a spy within our ranks and could not jeopardize the intel by alerting the Death Eaters of our own spy.”
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Sirius cried out. “You let her suffer there so you could keep the upper hand!”
“It was for the greater good.”
“Fuck that!” Sirius barked. “Fuck that and fuck you!”
“You do not understand how differently this could have all played out without her, Sirius.”
Remus scoffed. “Oh the ‘could’s’, professor, really? We can sit here until our dying breath discussing all of the fucking could’s that could have taken place from the beginning of fucking time itself and it would mean nothing.”
“I don’t care what could have happened.” Sirius interjected. “You should have protected her. Protected all of us.”
Dumbledore looked between his two former students as he seemed to come to some kind of decision.
“The five horcruxes that Y/N brought us have been destroyed. I do not want to give Riddle time to realize that they are gone. I have discussed with our allies what will need to happen next.” Dumbledore stated.
“And what will need to happen next, professor?” Sirius sneered.
“It appears that Mr. Pettigrew told Riddle he would be the secret keeper by their next meeting.” Dumbledore said as Sirius swallowed bile rising in his throat. “I believe it would be best to lure Riddle out when he does not feel the need for an army.”
Remus leaned forward in his chair. “How do we do that?”
Dumbledore pursed his lips. “It would be best if Riddle remained unaware of our knowledge of Peter.”
“I think he’s going to figure it out when he misses their next club meeting.” Sirius scoffed.
“Unless he goes.” Remus murmured.
“Over my dead body do we release that rat bastard.” Sirius growled.
“I agree, Mr. Black, I do not believe we should entrust Peter. However, there may be another way.”
Sirius looked at Dumbledore blankly. “Tell me, headmaster, do you plan on breaking out some unforgiveables? Because short of imperio, I’m not sure-”
“Polyjuice.” Remus blurted.
Sirius whipped his head to his friend in shock, whilst a twinkle of pride appeared in Dumbledore’s eye.
“We could keep up the ruse.” Remus explained.
“I’ll go.” Sirius claimed.
Remus groaned. “Pads, do you really think you’re the best person for this job?”
Sirius looked at Remus with a look of ill-hidden betrayal. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Sirius, this is the most sensitive mission possibly anyone will ever have to take. You are passionate but you have a tendency to go in guns blazing and this is not the setting.”
“I’ll be fine.” Sirius argued.
“You are going to hear and see things that will infuriate and you will not be able to react. You will have to put your morals aside.”
“Rem, honestly, I grew up with the pureblood bullshit, I can handle it.” Sirius insisted.
“It nearly killed you, Pads. I was there when you showed up at the Potter’s.”
“Remus, I’m going.”
“Perhaps it should be me.” Remus stated as if Sirius hadn’t said anything at all.
“Are you insane?”
“Obviously the answer to that is yes but listen: no one would be able to use legillimency on me due to lunar magic, I stand a better chance at keeping a level head, and I’m perhaps just a touch less emotionally invested in this than you are.” Remus argued.
“Besides,” he continued, “I’ve spent my entire life pretending that I’m not a monster. I’m sure I can pretend to be one for a little bit.”
“You’re not a monster.” Sirius sighed.
Remus gave him a sad smile. “See? I’ve fooled you all.”
Dumbledore hummed. “I think Mr. Lupin may be right, Sirius. Perhaps you should trust him with this.”
“Of course I trust him, but-” Sirius started, turning to look at Remus. “I can’t lose you too.” He admitted quietly.
Though the sentiment caused a twinge of pain in Remus’ chest, he couldn’t waste an opportunity to razz his mate. “Awe, Pads. Don’t tell me you’re gonna miss me.” He cheeked as he pinched Sirius’ arm.
“Oh, sod off you wanker.” Sirius muttered and crossed his arms.
“I suppose it’s settled.” Dumbledore claimed. “Please await my correspondence with further instructions.”
October 29th
“I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.” James could be heard muttering as he paced the family room of 12 Grimmauld Place.
“Why isn’t Dumbledore doing this himself?” Lily muttered darkly.
“I’m not leaving Y/N in his hands, not again.” Sirius murmured into his hand as he stared at the fire. “It should be me going. Remus, I should go.”
With a sigh, Remus stood from the wingback chair. “No, Pads. It’s too late to change the plan now. It’s going to be fine.”
Sirius shook his head and looked at the ceiling.
“She’s fucking strong, Sirius. And she’s got more people on her side this time. We’re gonna finish this.” Remus pressed.
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed and everyone took a steadying breath.
“Be careful, Rem.” Lily tearfully murmured as she gave him a hug.
“I hate this.” James repeated just as quietly as he too hugged the lycanthrope.
Remus smiled at them both before he moved to Sirius, who had shifted his gaze back to the fire.
“We’re close, Pads.” He whispered.
Sirius nodded, keeping his gaze on the fire. “Thank you, Moony. For going after her.”
“She’s pack.” Remus said simply causing Sirius to let out a shuddering breath.
“Be careful.”
Remus nodded in agreement and took a swig from his pocket flask. He grunted slightly as he felt his body shifting and changing, but it was nothing close to the pain he experienced every full moon.
Sirius, Lily, and James all looked in various levels of disgust as Remus – now in the form of Peter Pettigrew – stood to his full height. “How do I look?”
The three friends looked at each other awkwardly before turning back to Remus...Peter?
“Fuck, this is weird.” James muttered.
“Yeah, honestly mate, I think you should go.” Sirius agreed.
Remus rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not actually him, right?”
Lily grimaced. “Yeah, yeah Judas. Get going.”
Sirius and James looked at her inquisitively, but Remus snorted a laugh offering everyone a wave as he stepped into the street. He walked a short distance to a hidden alleyway where he could apparate to the location of the Death Eater meeting. Remus sent one silent prayer to any god who’d listen.
Please let this go smoothly.
Lestrange Manor loomed dauntingly in front of Remus as he tried to muster the courage to walk up the brick path leading to the door. Purebloods and their gaudy houses he mused silently.
“Petty-Pettigrew!” A voice sing-songed behind him, causing him to turn.
Barty Crouch Jr skipped towards him merrily as if he were an alt-punk Dorothy on his way to Oz. He paused in front of Remus and tapped his cheek twice, slightly too hard to be considered just condescending and bordering on aggressive. “How’s our favourite little rat?”
Remus grimaced but tried to play it off as a smile. “Er, I’m-”
“Oh, Salazar. No, I don’t actually care.” Barty chuckled, looking back at his entourage like can you believe this guy? His friendly façade fell as he turned back to Remus. “Better have something for the Dark Lord today, otherwise we’ll find other uses for our little lab rat.” He finished with a slimy wink as he continued up the path to the manor.
Well, Remus thought, welcome to Hell, I suppose.
He followed Barty The Deranged and company up the walkway, fighting the urge to hum: We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz as he went.
If Remus thought the outside of Lestrange Manor was counteracting the anti-depressants coursing through his system, the inside of it made him want to grab the closest silver fork and end it all. He walked along what had to be a fourty-foot table trying to find the best seat before he realized that this was the wrong approach – every seat was terrible.
“Don’t be absurd, Pettigrew.” Mulciber sneered at Remus. “A lowly like you stands at the back.”
Remus fought the urge to roll his eyes and nodded, moving to stand near the wall by the door. At least I’ll be close if I need a quick exit. He also fought the biting urge to lunge at the sight of Fenrir Greyback. You’re here for a reason, Lupin.
Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Bellatrix Lestrange entered the...Remus didn’t know what the hell purebloods wont to call rooms like this...a grand room? A dining room? A reception hall? Whatever it was called, it fucking sucked, and it sucked worse when those three walked in. The brothers mostly regarded themselves with proper decorum, but Bellatrix and her certain flare seemed to suck the air out of the room causing everyone to stand a little more at attention.
Bellatrix Lestrange walked like she was the Queen of Hearts attending her own coronation. She smiled wickedly at those seated around the table, pausing briefly to share terse words with Lucius Malfoy, before then double-cheek-kissing his wife and her sister, Narcissa.
There seemed to be some sort of disagreement about who should sit in one of the two seats at the head of the table next to the Dark Lord’s seat (throne for all intents and purposes), but a silent conversation that passed between Bellatrix and her brother-in-law resulted in the latter finding another chair.
Voldemort walked into the room and those who had been sitting stood suddenly, falling deathly silent as Voldemort moved to stand at the head of the table. The sickening smell of dark magic accosted Remus who felt his eyes water; he swallowed hard against his gag reflex as a giant python type snake slithered its way into the room.
If there was ever any speculation that Nagini was the sixth horcrux before, Remus now felt confident that he could confirm it.
“My Lord.” Rodolphus said reverently as he bowed his head. Remus watched as the rest of the room did the same, and quickly followed suit – he wanted to throw up.
Remus’ plan of attack here was to be as non-descript as possible. He was here for one reason – tell Voldemort he was the secret keeper and plan a course of ‘attack’ on the Potter home in Godric’s Hollow – otherwise, he was to be invisible. He could not be invisible if he was angry, and if he listened too closely, he’d get angry, so...
He almost missed it when Voldemort addressed him.
“Now, I trust that you were successful in your task?” Voldemort’s voice echoed through the room, sounding more like an actor in a Greek tragedy than a tyrannical fascist leader addressing his followers.
A throat cleared before something hit Remus on the shin. He looked up and realised everyone’s eyes were on him.
“Oh erm, uh yes. My apologies...my Lord...” He tried to regain his footing. “Uhm, I was successful. I am officially the Potter’s secret keeper.”
Bellatrix barely waited until the end of the sentence to stand and begin cackling maniacally. “We’re going to kill the child! We’re going to kill the child!” She sang as she jumped and clapped her hands.
Voldemort hardly spared Bellatrix a sideways gaze as he lifted one hand – she fell silent and returned to her seat, continuing to smile and wiggle as if it were difficult to keep her obvious joy at bay.
“Though I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he began, “I’d like to eliminate this specific threat myself.”
By the end of the sentence, he was offering Remus a chilling smile. Remus worked to keep his breathing even as he tried to reciprocate it.
“Where is this hide away located?” Voldemort asked.
“Erm, Godric’s Hollow, m’Lord.”
“You will take me to them. You shall meet me in the town square at eight in the evening the day after tomorrow. We shall eliminate this threat to me once and for all.”
“Any threat to you is a threat to all of us, my Lord.” Alecto Carrow said severely which was met with a muttering of agreement from around the table.
“You will all be rewarded greatly for your dedication and loyalty to me.” Voldemort declared, and Bellatrix began a round of applause.
The meeting carried on and Remus ensured to take two more swigs of the Polyjuice potion to avoid turning back into himself prematurely.
A black cat had materialized beside Remus at some point throughout the meeting and appeared to make itself at home beside his left foot. The feline seemed to watch as Remus would lift the flask to his mouth, and he became increasingly paranoid that this cat somehow knew he was an imposter. Was this cat a spy? Was this a spy cat who somehow knew Peter was caught for being a spy for the Death Eaters and that I, as a spy, came to this meeting as Peter as a spy for the Order pretending to be Peter who was acting as a spy for the Death Eaters.
Fuck, Remus was losing it.
Get a grip you stupid bastard. He scolded himself.
The meeting appeared to conclude as Voldemort stood, and everyone followed suit. A few higher pointing Death Eaters seemed to congregate at the head of the table – Malfoy, the Lestranges, Mulciber, Snape, Nott, Goyle, and the Carrows encircled Voldemort.
Remus began looking for the door when he felt the cat brush up against his leg. He looked down to the black cat who was peering back up at him – the eyes were light, nearly blue but not quite – and they looked disturbingly familiar. The cat seemed to be cocking an eyebrow at him, if cats could do such a thing, as Remus considered it.
“What?” Remus whispered.
“Make a habit o’ talkin’ to rodents, do ye Pettigrew?” The sickening sound of Greyback’s voice permeated Remus' hearing – as well as his other senses. Suddenly, Remus was four years old again, waking to the sound of screaming that turned out the be his own as a wolf locked its jaw upon his chest. He ignored the stinging in his eyes as he thought of his mothers screams and sobs, begging the healers to do something – anything – to help her boy, whilst everyone murmured it’d be kindest to just ‘put the boy out of his misery’.
“I do, actually,” Remus said, lacing his words with venom. “I’ve found they often make better company than a mangey wolf.”
Greyback seemed taken aback as he considered Remus.
“Why you little-”
“Ah, there you are, Splash.” A posh accent commented from Remus’ other side. He turned to see the form of Narcissa Malfoy bending to pick up the black cat.
“Good work, Pettigrew.” She commented as Splash weaseled its way back out of Narcissa’s arms and took a few paces to the door. “Don’t let us keep you.”
Remus nodded at Narcissa, feeling off kilter at her cordial behaviour; he couldn’t imagine Peter ever making friends with the likes of her. He moved toward the door and as he walked, he realized that the cat had paused and was watching Remus before carrying on ahead.
Remus felt like he could finally take a deep breath once he stepped beyond the gated entrance of the manor. His peace didn’t last long when he realized the cat had paused again and was once again watching him.
“Seriously, what the hell do you want?” He muttered quietly.
The cat looked as though it rolled its eyes at him as he walked a few more feet ahead, turning back to Remus.
“Are you expecting me to follow you? I’m not as dumb as I look.” He commented again, though realizing too late that he may actually be as dumb as he looks, seeing as he was currently talking to a cat.
He heard a low growl emanate from the cat’s chest before it turned and walked away without turning back this time to confirm Remus was following it.
“It seems as though curiosity may kill the wolf today.” Remus muttered to himself as he begrudgingly followed the cat against every one of his instincts which were screaming at him to just get the fuck out of there.
The cat stopped in a densely wooded area and seemed to scan the are before turning back to Remus, who in turn stood and stared at the cat dumbly.
“I don’t see a pentagram anywhere, is this not where you plan to sacrifice me to the devil?” He asked as he too scanned the woods for potential threats.
“Salazar, you Gryffindor’s are bloody exhausting.” A voice rang through the woods. Remus whipped his head back towards the sound, and where the cat once stood was none other than Regulus Black.
“Holy fucking shit. You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, “and so eloquent, as always.” He muttered.
“What the fuck are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead.” Remus seethed.
“Disappointed, are you?”
Remus gritted his teeth. “Where’s Y/N?”
Regulus’ eyes softened considerably, though his posture remained stiff as he considered Remus.
“Safe. That is all you need to know.”
“Fuck that, Black. Where is she?”
Regulus sucked in a breath, appearing to attempt to steady himself at having to deal with the likes of Remus.
“The Dark Lord’s followers became aware that she was not as dead as they had previously assumed. We could not risk them searching for her.” Regulus admitted.
“How could they have known she wasn’t dead? The only person who could have reported that to them is Peter and he’s a little tied up right now.” Remus said darkly.
“My cousin’s little art project on her arm was done with a cursed blade – the dark magic left a trace on her. When Yaxley tried to claim that she had died while trying to escape from his hold instead of admitting he let her get away, Bellatrix was quick to prove him wrong.”
“What?” Remus asked in shock.
Regulus rolled his eyes. “Good gods, which of you imbeciles did that old man send?” He asked before casting a quick finite over Remus.
Remus felt the Polyjuice potion wash away from his form as he stretched out to his correct height.
“Aren’t you wolves supposed to have superhuman hearing?” He asked condescendingly.
“Fuck off.” Remus spat.
“Now, now. There is no need for such language, Lupin; we are on the same side, after all.”
“Like fuck we are. You’re a marked Death Eater, and you abducted Y/N.” He spat.
“I think it should be obvious by now that I have clearly defected here, Lupin.” Regulus responded.
“Why?”
This seemed to catch Regulus off guard. “Pardon?”
“Why defect?”
Remus watched as Regulus stared hard at him, when suddenly a filmy haze seemed to overtake Regulus’ grey eyes and his face grew hard.
“I hardly think that is relevant.”
The two men stared at each other sizing one another up.
Remus felt conflicted. He knew Sirius hated his family, but Sirius never really could bring himself to hate Regulus – he was only a child, just like Sirius was. Regulus was a victim too. They were each dealt a shitty hand, but the way they played their cards were different. Regulus chose the path of least resistance by adapting and adhering to his parent’s wishes. Sirius rebelled, pushed back, and decided to fold, leaving the game altogether.
Sirius wanted to hate Regulus; when he got his Dark Mark, and then again when he died. But he couldn’t bring himself to, because part of it felt like it was his fault; Regulus took the role that Sirius himself was born into – and in many ways, Sirius felt as though he forced his little brother into this. And in the end, it cost Regulus his life.
But Remus, looking at Regulus now; having faked his own death, defected from not only his family’s legacy but also the reign of the 'Lord' that he had sworn himself to, all whilst helping the other side; how different were the two brothers, really?
Twin Renegades.
“Sirius is beside himself.” Remus admitted quietly.
Regulus seemed pained by this admission.
“I wouldn’t have given her back yet if I knew it wasn’t safe.”
Remus’ heart stuttered. “Wait, you – you’re the one who brought her to Godric’s Hollow?”
He was responded with a single curt nod.
“But, but how? How did you know? The house is...”
“Y/N. She had described to me what she called ‘location seven’. I apparated her there.”
Remus balked. Each Order team had several secret locations they would be able to travel to in case anything went sideways during a mission. Remus wasn’t as familiar, seeing as he was the only Order member who could attend his particular missions, but he had heard his friends discussing it before. Even Lily and Sirius didn’t know the areas of James and your secret locations; they were for your safety, and your safety only.
“Location seven was the cottage in Godric’s Hollow?”
“No, it was the wooded area behind it. I could feel the familiar sense of a fidelius charm nearby, so I brought her as close to it as I could before I ran, we...” Regulus heaved a sigh, “we had fought our way out, we’d barely made it.”
“Where is she now?”
“She’s safe.”
“Regulus.”
“I’m sorry, Lupin. You may not believe me, but I am. I... I saved her because I could not watch the woman my brother loved die in front of me. I saved her for him, but the other’s discovered I had rescued her, and suddenly it became much bigger than him. I couldn’t just return her at the time.” Regulus admitted.
“The last time you saved her, she was hardly safe. How do we know she’s safe now?” Remus pleaded.
Regulus grimaced. “Again, the others had known I had rescued her last time. This time, they do not know she is here. They do not even know I am here.”
“How is she safer with you than she is at home with Sirius? With us?”
“You moved five members of the Order plus an infant with a bounty on its head into one house. If they had gone searching for Y/N and found you, it would have been devastating for the cause.” He explained. “Listen; you will escort the Dark Lord to the Potter’s cottage in two days. He plans to attend with you as Peter Pettigrew, alone; he will show up unknowingly out numbered. He goes nowhere without Nagini, and we will be able to destroy the last horcrux before finally ending the Dark Lord’s reign of tyranny. She will be home to you soon.”
“What about you?” Remus asked.
Regulus’ eyebrows furrowed. “What about me?”
“When this is over, what about you?”
Regulus looked Remus up and down. “I hardly think it matters.”
“Of course it does; of course you matter.”
Regulus’ eyes turned stormy. “Do not pretend to know anything about me, Lupin. I have never once mattered; not to my brother, hardly to my parents until I was the last one standing, never to Dumbledore, and rarely to the Dark Lord, lest my family’s money benefitted his cause.”
“You matter to Sirius.”
“Enough!” Regulus shouted, seeming to forget himself. Remus was sure he’d never even heard of Regulus having ever raised his voice before. “Do not fuck this up, Lupin. We have one chance to end this.”
And with a quick spin, Remus was left in the dense woods alone. He hadn’t noticed how late it was until now, the darkness seeping into his bones leaving him chilled in the late October evening.
It didn’t exactly go well, but it sure could have gone a lot worse.
He walked towards where Regulus had been standing and noticed a small piece of parchment laying in the wet leaves. He picked it up and unfolded it.
“Stay safe. 1, 2, 3. V.”
It could have gone a lot worse.
October 30th
Regulus sighed – he felt exhausted from the meeting with Remus Lupin yesterday. He hated raising his temper, it made him feel like Sirius; it made him feel like a Gryffindor.
Regulus’ cat form pushed past a vine covered gate and entered a grandiose stone outbuilding before shifting back to his human form.
“Can Kreacher get master a drink before Kreacher leaves?”
Regulus sighed. “You should not return until this is over, Kreacher. My brother is surely not happy with you.”
The house-elf scoffed. “Kreacher is not afraid of blood-traitors. Besides, Kreacher serves the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black; Kreacher belongs at Grimmauld Place.”
“Underestimate my brother, Kreacher, and it will be your head on the wall.” Regulus muttered.
“Now cousin, do try to keep your patience.” Narcissa said as she opened the door to her hidden library located in a small building behind the gardens of Malfoy Manor.
You sat on a Victorian style settee in Narcissa’s library with a babbling Draco on your knee as you cast colourful butterflies above him, causing the toddler to coo and clap.
“We’re in.” Regulus announced, causing your head to snap forward and Draco to make grabby hands at him. “This ends tomorrow.”
Continue to part seven here.
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gotta go my own way — ln.4
pairing: lando norris x reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: angst to absolute crack and stupidity that makes no sense
request: Hi, can you do an angsty fic inspired by “I gotta go my own way” from HSM2. If can either be Charles or Lando or Charlando and they fuck up or something and reader leaves them? Maybe hurt/no comfort? It’s okay if you don’t want to
I fully thank @norrizzandpia for the hot mess that is the end of this fic. we couldn't stop cry laughing once we pictured the rest of the grid watching them sing the song and thus the end of the fic was born. (also credits to them bc I stole some of the dialogue lines they sent to my dm's!)
happy reading!
mimi 🤍
(I'm so so sorry if this isn't the request fill you were hoping for 😭)
taglist (all works): @arieslost - babe I'm so sorry I'm tagging you in this mess
“Y/N wait!!” You heard Lando call your name from the opposite side of the hotel courtyard and you turned to see him sprinting after you. You stopped and rested your suitcase next to you as he reached you, “Where are you going? Baby we can talk about this!” His hand reached for your arm and you stepped back with a sigh,
“Lando… Listen…” He looked at you, pleading as he searched your face, “I guess I just need to say it straight right?” Your heart clenched, god knows this wasn’t easy,
“Something about us just… doesn’t seem right these days…” You tried to speak as gently as possible, wanting Lando to understand you weren’t mad at him. “Neither one of us can help it, I know that, but it feels like whatever we try and do somehow the plan is always rearranged…” You trailed off, stepping back towards him and taking his hand gently. You didn’t look up at him, instead choosing to look at where his hand was now gently squeezing yours, his thumb rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion. Whether it was to soothe you or himself you weren’t sure but you took a deep breath to calm yourself.
He didn’t say a thing, just gave you the space to continue talking,
“I knew what I signed up for when I started dating you and if I went back and did it all over again I wouldn’t change my mind. I guess I just didn’t expect that it would affect my life so much? My job, my friends, my family?” Your eyes flitted up to his and you noticed how there were tears now pricking the corner of his eyes.
“So what are you saying?” Your bottom lip trembled as you shrugged apologetically,
“I’ve got to move on and be who I am…” It was so silent that you hardly dared to breathe. “Lando I’ve tried, I really really have but… Losing my privacy? Losing my time with the other people I love? Sacrificing my job? I just-” Lando scoffed and took his hand away from you
“But what about us? What about everything we’ve been through?”
“Well what about trust and everything that I’ve given up for you?!” You couldn’t help the way you raised your voice, Lando flinched at your words, seeming to realise how blind he’d been about your struggles,
“You know I never wanted to hurt you…” You nodded and almost shrunk in on yourself,
“I know…” Lando approached you slowly, not wanting to make you feel pressured or smothered,
“I just need to know… Do you not love me anymore?” You let out a forced laugh as your eyes welled up with tears,
“Do I not love you anymore? Lando I still love you so much that it’s killing me to do this but I know I have to-”
“Why? If you still love me then why?!” “Because if I don’t leave you now then I’ll continue to give up everything else for you because I love you that damn much but maybe for a while I need to love myself!” You ranted, panting when you finished.
He inhaled sharply and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall as you spoke quietly,
“I’m sorry-
“Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.” His voice was firm,
“I have to go, my flight is in a couple of hours.”
“I’ll miss you.” His voice was even softer, barely audible even though you were so close to him.
“Who knows… maybe we’ll find our place in the world someday?” Lando gave a weak smile,
“Yeah, maybe we will… Can I hug you? Just once more and then I swear, I’ll let you leave.” You nodded, unable to speak as you started crying harder.
Lando pulled you into his arms, as he too felt the tears start to fall,
“I know you need to do this but it still really fucking hurts…”
“I know Lando,” You pulled back to gently cup his face, “I gotta go my own way…” You smiled with a shrug. He pulled you closer to him and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes closing as you inhaled deeply.
“I’ll see you round?”
“Yeah,” You grabbed the handle of your suitcase and started to walk towards the door, “I’ll see you around.”
✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
Alex sat on the balcony of his hotel room that overlooked the courtyard, enjoying the cool night air. The door opened and out stumbled Oscar and Logan, their eyes glassy from the alcohol they’d been drinking at the afterparty. Alex chuckled,
“Steady on guys.” Logan gave him a hazy half-lidded smile,
“I’m okay!” Alex snorted,
“Sure you are.” He turned his attention back to his laptop where his movie was paused.
“Oh look! There’s Lando and Y/N!” Alex followed where Oscar was pointing to see you dragging your suitcase and Lando running after you.
“Oooo I missed them! Should I call them over? HEY LA- MMPH!” Logan’s shout was muffled by Alex darting to cover his mouth,
“I think they’re fighting?” Oscar looked sad as Logan tapped Alex’s arm to release him,
“Surely not? They’re the perfect couple?” Alex leaned over the balcony, thankful that it was quiet enough that they could hear some of the conversation.
“What’s up guys?” The door on the balcony of the room next door slid open and out stepped George and Charles,
“Lando and Y/N are fighting?”
“Lando and Y/N? There’s no way! They’ll work it out.” Charles said confidently shrugging.
Oscar’s brows furrowed suddenly,
“Are you guys hearing that music too?” George frowned and craned his ears,
“Why does that sound like High School Musical?”
“Alex, is your film playing?” Logan asked innocently,
“You were watching High School Musical?” Oscar snickered,
“NO!”
“I don’t know if I should be more concerned that we’re hearing music coming from nowhere or that George knew what it was straight away…” George scoffed at Charles,
“Excuse me but the second movie has the best songs.”
“Is no one else concerned that it’s coming from where Lando and Y/N are?” Oscar pointed out.
“Oh God they’re singing.” Alex’s jaw dropped open,
“Shut up they’re not?”
“I promise you they are.” George and Charles paused for a moment to look at each other before scrambling out of George’s room and down the hallway to Alex’s. They burst into the room and pushed their way onto the balcony, squishing in between Oscar and Alex to lean over the railing. Charles slapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Lando sing the next line very loudly and out of tune,
“Are they high?” George pondered out loud,
“What exactly is going on?”
“Well it can’t be a fight, there’s no way that’s a fight.” Logan spoke matter of factly,
“Do you think they’re aware of what they’re doing?” Their expressions varied as you warbled out a somewhat high note,
“More than that, do you think they know we can hear them?” Logan’s hand came up to cover his ear,
“Should we stop them?” Charles asked,
“Nope!” “Absolutely not.” George and Alex spoke across each other as Oscar’s phone appeared out of nowhere in his hand and he held it up to start filming.
“Are they okay?” Nobody answered Logan, instead just watching you and Lando, until they heard a cough from above them. Leaning back against the balcony and tipping their heads to look up they saw Carlos looking down at them,
“That, my friends, is debatable. But it is entertaining, no?” Everyone’s attention turned back to the two of you as the song came to an end and you walked away from Lando,
“Oh my god guys, I think that was actually them breaking up.” Logan stated as everyone stood there in shock. Nobody spoke for a moment until Carlos’ voice filtered down from the balcony above,
“Also I’ve been out here the entire time and would like to let you know that Alex was actually watching Camp Rock.”
#mimi.writes#mimi.requests#f1 fic#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 angst#f1 crack#lando norris fic#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris fanfic#lando norris one shot#lando norris angst#f1 oneshot
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private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 2 ⟢
fluffy, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters
word count: 3k+ (phew)
warnings: very obvious power dynamics, just some making out, a bit of begging, lots of praise, lots of pet names, BADA CALLS HERSELF MOMMY!!!! aaaa
author’s note: i’m back 😳 i’m sorry that this took much longer then i expected, pls don’t block me 😞 i hope this is readable and not too disappointing @-@ i promise there’s actual smut coming soon! feel free to leave some feedback/suggestions! thank you so much for reading ♡ -booger 🍞
with one last glance in the mirror you gathered the remainder of your courage and slipped on your shoes, grabbing your purse with shaky hands. why were you so nervous? it’s not like you’re going over to her house to get bent over. you’re simply going to get tutored. unfortunately you remind yourself why you’re in this position in the first place, due to your lack of concentration during her classes. you sigh shaking your head, applying a second coat your favourite lipgloss nonetheless, just for good measures! was it too much? was it obvious you put in a little more effort than you usually do? would she notice? why would she? and why do you even care so much in the first place? she’s just a teacher after all..
she had texted you the address and you realised she actually lived a bit further, which is probably why she offered to come pick you up in the first place, not wanting to inconvenience her any further you politely refused. maybe you were starting to regret it knowing it’ll take a long time to get there by bus, and you’ll most likely be late.. late to your first ever tutoring class, what a great way to start. woohoo!
you put your headphones on, making your way into the bus and finding an empty seat all the way in the back. that way you could have some privacy to collect yourself before you meet her. actually.. that wasn’t really working and you began getting more nervous so you decided to pull out your notebook to mindlessly doodle for the time being. it turned out quite cute you thought to yourself, staring at the sketch, imagining those two figures kissing were you and her. oh no, you’re doing it again. you and your stupid imagination! and that’s not even the first time you caught yourself doing something so silly. you close your notebook shoving it back into your bag, just a few stops away from your destination. phew. time to actually collect yourself!
with wobbly knees you make your way to her apartment, palms sweaty as you smooth them over your skirt. 10 minutes, you’re 10 minutes late.. would she notice? she’s having a day off that she sacrificed specifically to help you, and you dare come late? oh no, you’re definitely screwed. you start panicking as guilt washes over you, practicing your apology in your head, accidentally ringing her doorbell in the process. fuck. you didn’t mean to do that just yet, you weren’t ready. if you’re fast enough you can just ru-
you heard the door nob turning, soon revealing a tall slim figure in front of you. “oh miss y/n! you decided to show up after all, and here i thought you didn’t need my help anymore” she teases giving you a half smile making your heart jump, not only due to you being late, but because of how effortlessly attractive she looked with her two toned hair tied back into a messy loose braid, complimenting her light blue button up paired with some slacks. not to mention the sound of her half groggy voice calling out your name and the way it slid past her lips so smoothly.
“h-hello mrs. lee i am so sorry for being late! i didn’t”before you could finish your apology she chuckled, shaking her head. “no need to apologise sweetie, i was just teasing a little. come on in, make yourself at home.” you blink up at her, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you just greeted her and messed up? damn already? was it because she called you sweetie?! god, you’re hopeless.
“i won’t bite.” she chuckled again, walking into her apartment leaving you with no choice but to follow behind her, timidly shutting the door as you entered. you swore you could hear her quietly mumble something under her breath, but you decided it was your twisted mind playing tricks on you once again. for the sake of your sanity. “here here, have a seat. care for some tea? coffee perhaps?” she pulls out a chair for you and this small gesture alone has your heart fluttering for no reason. you look down shyly, taking a seat and avoiding her gaze. “i..uh.. anything is fine, thank you.” you mumble trying not to keep yourself composed. she smiles nodding as she reaches for the jar of instant coffee. “i haven’t had my coffee yet, since i wasn’t sure if you’d like to drink some with me. do you like yours with milk, sugar?” was she calling you sugar or was she asking you whether or not you wanted sugar in your coffee? …and she waited for you to have coffee? yeah, as if. you need to stop being delusional. “miss y/n?” she glanced back at you knocking you of out your prolonged silence. “i-i would like both please.. i like my coffee s-sweet” you close your eyes in embarrassment as another stutter leaves your clumsy lips. you swear you never stutter. she chuckles in response as she prepares your drink. “we are quite the opposite, i prefer mine black.” she gives you a soft smile, sitting down across from you, setting your drink in front of you. you mutter a shy thank you as your hands reach for the spoon, mixing some sugar into the warm beverage. “oh that’s nothing, i usually make really good coffee but my coffee machine broke recently so.. instant coffee will have to do for now.” you nod quickly, fingers gripping the handle and side of the cup. “that’s fine! any coffee is good! i actually prefer instant it’s not like i know much about coffee anyways-” your lips are faster then your brain causing you to blurt out such a fact about you, which only made her smile wider. “oh we really are opposites, maybe i could change your mind once i make you a proper cup, hm?” you blush nodding fast in agreement, did that mean you’d be seeing her more then just this one time? you try to calm your nerves by bringing the cup to your lips, taking a little sip. maybe it’s better to keep your mouth busy so you don’t end up embarrassing yourself even more.
“so y/n… just how much experience do you really have?” she also brings her own cup to her lips, eyes fixated on yours. your eyes widen, the coffee you tried swallowing getting stuck in the back of your throat at her question, resulting you in coughing out loud making her put her cup down and lean towards you in worry. “are you alright sweetie? was it too hot? did it burn you?” you cover your mouth, calming yourself down as you shake your head noticing bada is very professional and calm despite asking such a personal question.
maybe you are too shy after all and you should be more open when it comes to talking about your sex life. people do it all the time, it’s totally natural. you hear others talk about it all the time. but then again why would she ask you such a private question out of nowhere? maybe she’s just a very social person, this is how adults talk and there shouldn’t be shame. it’s not like you ever talked about sexual things with anyone, but you know others do. like with their friends, parents, therapists, lovers.. you just need to get over the embarrassment and step out of your shell, you could learn a lot from her, be as mature as she is, even when it comes to such topics. she sure wouldn’t judge you no matter what, she’s a teacher after all. “i’m fine! i’m just.. not too good at talking about such topics.. but i… well…i don’t have much experience… none at all actually. that’s really embarrassing to admit. others my age have already done so.. many times.. maybe i am really slow or something..” you chew on your bottom lip, struggling to keep your head up to look at her, choosing to look into your cup instead. if you could see your own reflection in the coffee you’re sure your face would be beet red by now. that’s when bada herself chokes a little as your unexpected response.
you totally misinterpreted what she was asking. she was asking about your experience on the subject she was supposed to tutor you on, not your sexual experience. did she give you the wrong impression? was she being too obvious with her interest in you? were her flirting attempts not as subtle as she attempted? no way, with how empty headed you are they probably flew right past you, she thought. well.. it’s not like she wasn’t curious about that in the first place, but she wouldn’t have asked so suddenly. however, she didn’t have the heart to embarrass you like that by correcting you and telling you that you misunderstood her question.
she just cleared her throat and went along with it. was she willing to risk it all? this made her want to corrupt you even more, but she can’t. not yet. you made her lose her composure. she needed to fix that and get back in charge. she won’t let it, let you, fluster her. “sweetie..there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. that’s exactly what i’m here for.” she decided to test out the waters, see if you were as submissive and truly empty minded around her as she painted you to be. her hand was itching to get a feel of your skin, she was struggling to fight it. she needs to take this slow she reminds herself, she doesn’t want to scare you away. but it seems like you’re already falling into her trap. your eyes instantly snap up to meet hers, to make sure weather you heard her correctly.
“it would be such a pity if you left without learning anything.. wouldn’t that make me a bad teacher, hm?” she furrows her brows in faux sympathy as her hand finally reaches out, gently cupping your cheek making you look up at her. you gasp at the sudden contact and your current situation. “oh y-yeah… i’m here to be tutored-“ you try to avoid her gaze, once again looking down in embarrassment. your nervousness made you think of studying again, which is the reason she invited you over. right? you must be totally misunderstanding this. you’re just being delusional, you tell yourself.
despite you both sitting down she visibly towered over you, not just in her height, but in her presence alone. you could feel her knees ever so gently pressing against your own if you weren’t trying so hard to distract yourself.
was she sitting so close to you from the start?
she scoffs in amusement, her lips forming a fake frown. “oh you poor little thing.. you really thought i wouldn’t notice the way you look at me during class? that i can’t see right through that pretty little head of yours? you’re a smart girl y/n, we both know you don’t actually have a issue with learning..” your cheeks heat up as you’re forced to meet her gaze that looks more intimidating then ever. she just exposed you. she knew it this whole time. you didn’t think your crush on her was that visible. your lips part to speak but no words come out making her grin. her thumb slides past your bottom lip ever so gently, almost knocking the air out your lungs. “i think.. you could do so much better, all you need is just a little motivation.” she hovers over you, her thumb now reaching the corner of your lips, collecting the remainder of coffee and bringing it up to her own lips. her eyes flutter shut momentarily, licking her thumb clean and savouring the flavour with a hum. “so sweet indeed..” she hooks her pointer finger under your chin, making you look up at her. chuckling softly she leans in further, her thumb stroking just below your bottom lip as her eyes trail from your eyes to your lips and back. “are you gonna let me have a taste, doll?”
you gulp, your own eyes focused on her lips, slowly nodding as you look up at her. “now now, wouldn’t that be too easy?” she leans in closer, lips near your ear. “you’ll have to be a good girl and ask for it.” your mouth goes completely dry as you gulp. your hands clutch a fist full of your skirt, tension so thick it could cut air separating you two. you mutter under your breath, scared your voice will betray you. “mrs. lee.. could you.. umm.. can you kiss me?” you shut your eyes tight, hoping she would kiss you then and there. instead you only hear a dry chuckle.
you open your eyes, attention on her as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear, confusion painted on your face. “thats not how a good girl asks. not even a please? now that’s not very polite, is it? i’m starting to think you don’t deserve it.” you whine shaking your head. “no no i’m sorry! please… please kiss me?” you look up at her desperately. “aww you want a kiss that bad?” she coos cupping your cheek, smirking at the heat of it against her hand. you nod fast, leaning into her touch, totally submitting to her.
“use your words, tell mommy what you want.” she raises her brow, waiting for you to finally say it. your cheeks feel like they’re on fire now, heart beating faster then before as you stumble over your own words. “m-mommy?” you shyly repeat after her, eyes widening, cheeks painted red. you could see the shift in her eyes, and the way it affected her.
she closes her eyes for a little, biting her lip almost as if she’s savouring the sound of your voice calling her that. “how fucking cute.” she rests her thumb against your bottom lip, softly pulling it down. “doing such a good job begging mommy for a kiss…” you close your eyes tightly at her praise, almost whining from such a small action. she leans in, her lips just a few millimetres away from your own. you could feel her breath against your lips, covering your skin in goosebumps. she keeps one of her hands against your cheek, while the other rests against the top of the chair you’re sitting on. she gives your cheek a soft stroke before finally connecting both of your lips.
her soft plump lips smashing against yours felt like a reward. it felt like they were on fire, the way your lips burnt when she pressed her own against them. her fingers against your skin were so gentle, tracing the outline of your cheek, barely touching your skin as if you were made of glass. her lips were telling a different story as her kisses only deepened. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so you loosely griped the fabric of her blouse. she felt you fidgeting and decided to slide one of her hands down to reach for your hand, giving them a soft squeeze before wrapping them around her neck. this gave her the opportunity to drag her hands down your body as she scooped you up in her arms. without breaking the kiss she lifted you and placed you on the table next to her, making you wrap your arms around her tighter. she experimentally dragged her tongue against your bottom lip so gently, your lips parted in surprise. she smirked sneaking her tongue inside your parted lips that granted her access. you let out a little whimper at the feeling of your tongues gliding against each other. you could almost taste the bitterness of the coffee aftertaste mixing with your sweet one and for once, it was delicious. you were everything she wanted and she wanted.. needed more. eager to be closer to you, one of her hands slid down your thigh, slightly parting them as she pushed herself in between, she just couldn’t get enough. with one of her large hands hand stroking the outer side of your thigh, and other one playing with your hair you couldn’t help but shiver in her touch. it was like she was devouring you whole. your body feeling so soft and tiny pressed up against hers. it was driving her insane. she pulled away breathing heavy, admiring your flushed face and slightly messed up hair, remainders of your lipstick smeared all over your lips as you look at her with what she could only describe as hearts in your eyes.
fuck, she’s so screwed. she knows it’s over for her. you wrapped her around your pretty little finger and you didn’t even know about it. heck, you didn’t even have to do anything. you submit to her so easily and that was more then she needed. there’s no way she could just return to just being your teacher, she had to make you hers. you pout slightly as she pulls away, already reaching for her, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. you got her heart beating as hard as she made yours. subconsciously shivering in her arms. as she leans in placing gentle pecks on your lips followed by your cheeks, so much more gentle and affectionate then she was just moments ago. “mommy has to stop before she gets too greedy..” you breathe out as she cleans your messed up lips with her thumb, knowing what she meant you nod, still leaning into her touch. she pressed a final kiss to your lips before pulling you into her embrace, your head in her chest, hands soothing your back.
“let me drive you home precious, it’s way too late for you to be going out on your own.” she gently pats your head, before she realises. “you didn’t bring any jacket with you?” you shake your head at her question, once again fidgeting with your skirt, slightly swinging your feet back and forth as they dangled off the table. “i’m not letting you leave like this.” you blush looking up at her as she brings you her sweater that is much bigger on you then it is on her. she taps your arms signalling you to raise them which you do, making her smile as she dresses you up. “how cute..” she admires you for a moment, fighting back the urge to squeeze you in her arms before offering you her hand which you accept as she helps you off the table. unable to keep her hands off you, she’s smoothing her hands over your clothes in attempt to fix them. “are you ready to go, pretty girl?” she pecks your nose, grabbing her keys as she grabs your hand. you giggle nodding as your heart flutters at her treatment, clinging onto her arm, letting you guide you to her car.
of course she opened the door for you and closed it after you sat down before she got in herself. of course she told you to keep the sweater because she wants to see you in it more often. of course she told you to keep this a secret as she pecked your forehead goodbye. of course your head was filled with nothing but her as you laid in your bed, wearing nothing but her sweater as you drifted into slumber, hoping you could see her even in your dreams, the scenes from earlier on repeat. you were starting to really look forward to these private lessons..
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What if the boys know mc before going to rad?
It was 3 AM
Of course it was 3 am
I was just in the kitchen making myself a sandwich to avoid the existential crisis that's waiting to happen
And i do my lil-not-safe-around-knives-habit of closing my eyes and kinda doing things blindly when im tired. Then i saw a flash of light through my closed eyelids
That was the first time.
I open my eyes quickly and immediately see a chest
That is not my fluffy white cat's chest. That's a man
My eyes squint at the chest in front of me before looking for the head. It was fluffy orange head staring at my plate. The sandwich i blindly made using way too much cheese, pickles and tomatoes even though i dont like tomatoes.
I give the guy my sandwich
He smiles at me, gulps it then disappears
I really need to sleep. It's not funny anymore
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The second time it's happened I was lounging in my living room enjoying a lazy day with my cat. Just scrolling through the tv, trying to find anything-
Ahem
I whip my head around and see green impatient eyes looking down at me.
"Did you summon me here to just stare or do you have a reason?" He glares at me
I stare back
He starts getting angry
I raise my cat's head as a peace offering
He looks at the cat, no anger could be seen and starts to pet it. I imagined the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Is that all?" I nod
"You're sacrificing this cat to me?" I pull my cat closer, profusely shaking my head.
He looks annoyed but he disappears like the first one
This isn't a one time thing
Dammit, i need to deal with this
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It's taken me a couple of sleepless nights and endless research, but that's probably what i need to do.
I light the candles around the scripts, try my best to pronounce the words correctly, and wait as smoke encases the room.
"You are in the presence of The Great Solomon. Tell me, young sorcerer, why-" i grab his black robe and stare dead in his eyes
"Is talking to demons dangerous?? Will they steal my voice???" I ask as my voice wobbles, tears threatening to fall
"It's just that last time he was talking to me and i was afraid cause this has never happened to me before but it felt so rude not to answer when he started asking me and it was like he was judging me and-"
"Woah woah, calm down! Demons cant steal voices unless it's in the contract" I stare at his awkward, uncomfortable smile trying to find any signs of lies
"Thank fuck" I let out the hugest sigh of relief, and let go of the sorcerer "I sorry, this has been stressing me out but i shouldn't have grabbed you like that. Tea?"
"Yes, thank you, and it’s alright. This is why i made it possible for magicians to summon me. I take it that you've been summoning demons lately?"
"Nah, they just sorta appear out of nowhere"
He blinks at me
I blink at him
"What-"
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I was engrossed in the horror movie. The music was getting louder. They were hiding from the it. they were running. One of them tripped cause of course they have to trip. The music is so loud now. They barely manage to hide-
"I, THE GREAT MAM-" I scream so loud the white haired demon gets startled.
"O-OI! What’s yo de-" screams from the tv interrupts him as the character got dragged by that-that thing and it started torturing them for fun-
Lots of screams, huddles, and complaints were heard that day
--
"Gosh, i wish they weren't so busy today" I sighed as i continued playing mario carts alone "i really wanna kick someone's ass"
Just say the word and god will deliver
The light appeared once again, and out came a blue haired demon and-ohmylord is that a tail!
Thank whoever keeps summoning them, now my boredom will cease to exist
"Ugh, why did you have to summon me now, normie"
...Ya know, maybe im not that bored
Still, i pick the extra controller and toss it at him. He caught it with his tail (damn i want a tail)
"Wha-! Don't just throw controllers-"
"Wanna play? I bet I'm gonna win"
The demon stared at me for a second, looked at the tv to see the mario cart game. He seemed tempted
"Tch, I'm not gonna lose to some normie" he plopped down besides me and chose a character
...I'm gonna decimate him
--
"Hah! Noob"
"Shut up! You must be cheating!"
--
My cat gave me something
This was the first time
I was not ready
A red-head suddenly appeared in the living room
He looked mildly confused, but was smiling nonetheless. He looked ready to say something, probably cheerful.
I burst out crying
That made him panic, and that's probably when he noticed the blood in my hands
My cat gave me a headless bird, and that left me shaken
Somehow, he ended up cradling my hysteric form as i cried
After i calmed down and thanked him for trying to comfort me, he said it was nothing and left
He looked very confused the whole time
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Halloween was around the corner, and i decided I'm aiming for traumatizing people.
i took out my make-up, pulled up a 5 minutes craft video, and tried my best to imitate.
turns out im very good at make-up. it looked like someone cut up my face and blood was oozing out!
of course, a demon had to show up now of all times
i look at the light, and the demon comes out of it twirling like a ballerina.
he seems like a weird guy
"You've summoned me, Asmo-oh my! you're hurt. sorry, but I'm not really fit for this kind of things" he said, eyeing me up and down "unless you have a good payment for it~"
"...ignoring that, I'm not actually hurt. This is just make-up!"
"Oooh! That is pretty good, would fooled anyone! but it's not cute at all. let me show you how to look hella cute" he comes close, nabbing a make-up sponge out of nowhere
"W-wait! I'm doing this for halloween!! I want to look scary!" He grabs the makeup remover and grabs my face
"C'mon, sweetheart, scary is overrated! Just let Asmodeus take care of it~"
--
Once again, it is 3 am. I need a better sleeping schedule.
I'm in the kitchen making some hot chocolate, when he came. In all his grumpy glory holding a pillow.
"Dammit, what the fuck do you want, human"
Oh
His voice was laced with malice
His eyes stared me down with hatred
He was murderous
I need to be careful around this one
...but
It's 3 am. I'm tired. Too tired to deal with this shit.
I return to my hot chocolate on the stove "want some hot coaco?" He squinted at me, warily
Fair. I'm a stranger after all
"What kind of ploy-"
"Just hot chocolate" i grab more milk, more choco. Maybe I'll add more marshmallows too "I'm planning to drink some at the roof. The stars look bright tonight. Wanna join?"
He was still untrutsful, he was still wary, but when i put a cup im front of him and headed upstairs, he followed.
He just sat quietly, i tried my best to not look at him a lot, try making him feel safe.
It was nice. We didn't talk, we stayed far away from each other. He left his cup for me to clean.
But it was nice
--
Shit shit shitshitshitshi-
That's all i can think of as i scramble to get on top of the table. Im so not fit for this
A light, my savior, appeared leaving behind green haired demon
Yes, he's gonna-and he's already on top of the fridge, staring in fear
"WHAT Are you doing?!" I screamed cause what the fuck??
"You must have Misunderstood something. I am not to be summoned for such things"
"... WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF YOU HAVING ALL THIS DEMONIC POWERS IF YOU'RE SCARED OF A FUCKING RAT"
"May I remind you that you too-"
Meow
"*Gasp*, Satan!" I yelled in relief as my fluffy hero came and chased the mouse out of the room
"Pfft"
"You got a problem with my kitty?" I grumbled, getting off the table on shaky legs to get tan-tan, my hero, some treats and cuddles
Unlike a certain someone who's still on top of the fridge
"Not at all, it just reminds me of someone" he hopped off the fridge and came to give my kitty a few pet
I smiled. Seems like demons like cats.
Or maybe satan is a demon cat
"if that's all, i will be going then. I still have duties to finish"
And just like that, he vanished.
Squeak
Oh. Right.
The mouse is still in the house somewhere
--
Alright, time to work
I'm sitting cross-legged, tablet on my thighs, stylus in my hand and trying figure out how hair works
"Ah. Where...am i?" He asks, looking very confused
A bright light, much brighter than any other appeared, and the person who came out of it seemed to glow
That's a first
"You're in my house. You don’t..look like a demon?? Sorry if that..offends you?"
"Don't worry, I'm not offended at all" he waved his hand dismissively "I'm not a demon, though. I'm an angel. Were you trying to summon a demon?"
"No, they actually just suddenly appear around me. I didn't know this could happen to an angel"
"Well, i didn't know an angel could be summoned" he looked kinda dazed
Im not sure what to do
"Are you..okay?" He looked at me for a moment, a soft smile plastered on his face
"No"
"...do you, want to drink something? I could fix you some coffee"
"Yes, that would be delightful. Thank you" he slowly dropped to the ground, staring at a spot on the wall
It was very awkward until he realised he could just leave
I think he's got an existential crisis to deal with
--
This time I didn’t see a bright light, i heard a 10 year-old scream
I ran out of the kitchen, an egg still in my hand to see who the fuck is screaming in my living room
Lo and behold, it was a 10 year old
"Wh-where am i?! Why am i here?! Did-did you do this??!" The kid was near tears at that point
"Hey, hey hey, calm down" i slowly drop to my knees "it's alright, buddy. i know suddenly being transported here is very scary. Is this your first time?"
"Alright, thank you for telling me," he's glowing like the other angel. An angel too? "You're in my house right now. Do you know how to do magic? Like teleports and stuff? So you can get back home?"
"Y-yes" he's still near tears. He’s also far away from me, untrusting, but he's not screaming. I call that a success
He sniffs, then lowers the arms that were shielding him
"No, b-but I'm sure simeon will know that I'm here and will come get me!"
"That's great! But it might take him a while to figure out where you are. Do you wanna help me make some cupcakes until then? You'll of course take some home with you" he brightened up at that. So cute
"Y-yes! What kind of cupcakes are we making? Is that the kitchen? I happen to have these ingredients that are from the celestial realm and will make the cupcakes taste better!"
I smiled as i entered the kitchen behind him. He's so cute
"Seems like you know how to bake"
"Of course! I love baking things, and all the angels say that my baking is good! Don't worry, with me here your cupcakes will be the best cupcakes you've ever tasted! Simeon says that-" and like that he's taken over my batter and started adding stuff to it, only needing my assistance when something is on a higher shelf
An hour later, the same angel from before ("Simeon, look! We made cupcakes! Want one?) Came and took the lil' guy ("what's your name? I'm luke!") Away, promising him that he can have more play dates with me when I'm free
The guy, Simeon, looked like ge has yet to recover from his existential crisis
--
And just like that, the demons and angels kept being coming
"Oi, you will not believe how much money this scheme got me-"
And going
"Sorryy, but i gotta go now. How about we go to that centre next time?"
They kept coming with their antics
"Hah! Noob"
"At least not a normie anymore"
With their surprises
"What do you mean you're the prince of devildom? How the fuck do you keep ending up here?? Aren't you supposed to be the hardest to summon???"
With their favors
"MC! I am so happy i got here I've just found a new recipe in this book can we try it??"
With their worries
"My twin has been acting weird. He’s less objecting of lucifers plans, but its..very strange? and of coming out of nowhere"
Some still get shaken whenever they come
"Oh. I'm here again. I, thought it was gonna be that one time. Ha ha."
"...how about you sit down. On the couch this time"
And some decide to leave the second they see my face
"Oh, my apologies, but i must-"
"You will sit your ass down and you will drink the tea i make you or i swear i will-"
...Some have found out my address and just decided to make my house theirs
"Hey, apprentice! How about we learn how to-"
"Solomon, we've trained for 5 damn hours yesterday. I'm not uttering a single spell until I, at the very least, eat some damned breakfast"
I started learning more about them
"You named your cat after me?!"
"Your name is satan?!"
I started seeing them grow more comfortable around me
"I don't like humans, but, maybe not all humans are bad"
"...that sound kinda racist-"
"You know what I mean"
Months passed by, and I'm pretty sure i became close with all of them
Until the unimaginable happened
I got summoned
In a flash of light, i was somewhere else wearing different clothes(do their clothes also change?) I looked around to see-
"Guys!!" I screamed happily, it's always fun being around them
"MC!!" They screamed, their enthusiasm matching mine, but they all suddenly froze
"Wait, you know mc??" They turned to each other very confused, and suddenly questions were thrown, their voices growing louder and louder, and im just looking at them contemplating whether to break up the fight that will inevitably star-
"Silence!" A black haired demon suddenly yelled, and everyone stopped yelling "how do you all know of this human?"
Everyone stared at him, gears turning in their minds.
"LoL, Lucifer's the only one who doesn't MC"
They all joined forces (except for beel, the sweetheart) to tease black hair( Lucifer?) Over not being summoned before
"...are they always this loud?" I turn to Barbatos, who's looking very amused
"Yes, they've always been like this"
"Did you really never meet Lucifer, mc?"
"Ive heard of him. They always complain about him, especially satan and belphie"
"Well, worry not! I'd be more than glad to tell you all about Lucifer! I know the most about him, as he's my right hand man after all"
"...I thought you were talking about Barbs, your literal butler. The same guy who's taken care of since you were a baby" i heard a sigh from the greenette beside me
"One can only dream"
-- *bonus*
Knock knock
I looked at the door tiredly. Why would they willingly come to me at 1 am
still, I get up to open the door, and behind it was no other than Lucifer.
Weird, i could've sworn he was trying to avoid me all day
"Ahem, i apologise for disturbing you at this late hour. May i talk to you for a moment?" I let him into my room, then plop myself on one of the cushions on the floor.
He looked at me hesitantly
"You dont have to sit on the floor. There are chairs over there if you want" i say, but he shakes his head. He then attempts to, very awkwardly, sit on a cushion on the floor
Alright then
"So, what do you want to talk about" he looks out of his depth. Like he doesn't know what to say
Fair. No one knows how to talk properly at 1 am, and he looks like he'd rather get a seizure than talk in anything less than formal.
So I just accepted that this might take a while, and started playing with a rubiks cube satan gave me
I hate this cube
After a long moment of lucifer staring at me, he sighed
"I heard that you're the reason belphegor's..views on humans have changed"
"I guess that's what happened? I'm not really sure I'm the reason though. All I've done is give him some drinks or food, lend him my bed and occasionally talk to him. I didn't even try to change anything" i scratched my neck. This is somehow more awkward than Simeon's first visit
"Nonetheless, you were a big reason for what my brother's change, and I've noticed some changes in my other siblings. Positive changes."
"Well, it's nice knowing that I'm a good influence?" I really want him to just get over it. It's late and he's in my room and it's just very awkward
He looks at me for a moment, open his mouth to say-
"For fuck’s sake, Lucifer, just thank them already"
"Belphie! What are you doing in the exchange student's bed?" He asks very accusatory, as if he's not in the 'exchange student's' room so late into the night
"He’s been passed out there since dinner"
"And where were you planning on sleeping tonight" that's a trick question that i know the answer to
"LoL what's sleep" and i instantly regret saying that. That was not the right answer. His face is screaming it
"Just stay out of trouble, human" he gets up and goes to leave the room
He stops at the door way, and looks me in the eye
"Continue being a good influence on my brothers" then he closed the door behind him
"Don't worry," belphie yawns in his pillow " he's just like that. I'm sure you're be able to turn him around"
"Just make sure not to capture his heart too" he mumbled as he went back into deep slumber
Hah. Don't worry belphie
There's no way someone could like me in that way
I continue tinkering with the cube, solving it a couple of time, forget how to solve the xube and get frustrated, and before I knew it the sun was up again
Another day of trying to survive the boys' shenanigans
And I cant help but smile at that
#obey me#obey me luke#obey me mammon#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me simeon#obey me barbatos#obey me belphegor#obey me beelzebub#obey me leviathan#obey me diavolo#obey me solomon#obey me mc#obey me fanfic#obey me fic#what else should i tag?
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after finally watching madoka movie 3 i am 100% convinced the internet hates homura because they misunderstood her completely
the only crime you could ever pin on her is that she considers herself lesser than madoka and therefore is convinced she has to sacrifice herself so madoka can be happy
the same crime madoka herself is guilty of
both of these girls feel so much love for each other and yet they also feel so little for themselves, both of these girls are convinced the only way they can make each other happy is if they accept an eternity of suffering, and both of these girls practically leap at the chance to suffer for eternity if it makes their beloved happy
the only thing homura ever did wrong was to not love herself, and i honestly cant fault her for anything else as a result
the things she did for madoka are expressions of how much she loved madoka, as well as how little she loved herself, and i cant help but relate as someone who is so deeply filled with self loathing yet so madly in love that i would gladly sacrifice myself for her
homura isnt a villain, shes not evil, she willingly damned herself and occupied the role of the dissenter, the rebel, lucifer morningstar, solely so madoka could be happy in a world where her family was safe, she and her friends didnt have to fight witches, and homura could still be with her
which is something madoka herself did too, shes only doing what madoka did, but because she accepted her role as the devil to madokas god everyone sees her as pure evil and thats the whole POINT of the god vs devil imagery in the movie is to comment on how what we see as “good” and “evil” are so heavily dependent on framing and aesthetic and how those things can make two girls doing the exact same thing appear to be completely in opposition
the point of madoka isnt that homura is evil or that she shouldnt be so obsessed with madoka or that shes wrong for loving madoka as much as she does, the point of madoka is that you should love yourself and subjecting yourself to endless self sacrifice because you think so little of yourself is only going to hurt those you love and possibly to the point of locking you into a neverending cycle of self sacrifice in opposition to your beloveds own self sacrifice
the only thing homura ever did wrong was to not love herself as much as she loved madoka, because she certainly deserves to
(in other words, in case you misunderstood me: homura did basically nothing wrong and all her actions in movie 3 are justified she just kinda needs to love herself and i theorize movie 4 to resolve things essentially by having madoka show her that neither of them has to be so self sacrificing because its so very clear that this is the only thing she ever does wrong and that madoka has also been doing the exact same thing and that both are at fault and they just kinda need to stop escalating this endless cycle of self sacrifice, and one more time explicitly homura did nothing fucking wrong and becoming the devil to lift the weight of the world off of her beloveds shoulders is both a deep expression of love for madoka and a show of how little she loves herself)
#madoka magica#puella magi madoka magica#pmmm madoka#pmmm#homura akemi#akemi homura#pmmm homura#madoka rebellion
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I love your sketches about the Uchihas. I want to ask how a Uchiha men would react if you wanted to break up with them because of their bad habits and attitudes towards you?
You would want to break an Uchiha’s heart?? 😂😂😂 NONNY!!!! Lol, it’s barely five am and I’m laughing a little, in a good way, but this is so sad!! The curse of hatred loves this one simple trick.
I can’t for the life of me think any one of these men were really that flawed — I also am an Uchiha sympathizer, so …. Nothing but heart breaks by the dozen and maybe you were a bit blind!! The gods have spite them all of a sudden, you couldn’t look past just a few small things?? Their attitude towards their home, clan and family are things they won’t ever change for anyone!
I hope you sleep well at night! 😂😭
SFW; super sad Uchiha’s having their heart broken because Nonny here, can’t seem take the bad with the good (sarcastic here, but I can’t stop chuckling).
Madara:
What a bad older brother for putting his baby brother before you! How shameful, you are so so so jealous!! Jealous enough that you can’t seem to deal with it.
‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you blood is thicker than water?’ Those are the last words you ever hear out of Madara’s mouth! He’s entirely indifferent to your break up, in fact… ‘it’s probably best this way…’
Obito:
‘You think I’m too soft?’ When you told him to grow backbone he started to weep. Damn him for worshipping you, praising you and giving a damn about you! (😭🥹😂) Like a fucking dog with its tail between its legs, Obito stuffs his hands in his pockets and just turns heel to leave!! If by this point he hadn’t earned the Mangekyou Sharingan, he certainly did after this!! Will always keep tabs on you, in hopes you will return to him.
Shisui:
‘Is that really how you feel?’ He’s flabbergasted and sad to no end, you can’t stand that he puts the safety of your home before anyone else’s needs. Including yours and his, the village needs strong Shinobi and Shisui is never going to not defend his home with honor (he would die trying!!!). So much for being self sacrificing. He actually thought of jumping off a cliff before Danzo stole his right eye!! Shisui loves you so much!!! His heart is broken, his best friend, Itachi, spends so much time just reaffirming that Shisui is a great man! That he didn’t do anything wrong and you are just a girl, nothing more.
Itachi:
What do you mean he is too absorbed with himself?? He’s a high caliber shinobi!! Sorry sis, I think Itachi is rather unfazed, you didn’t get the reaction you wanted and two weeks later realize what you’re missing. By then he’s found Izumi. Which was always his intented anyway, and thankfully for you teaching him that love may hurt….but the grass is always greener on the other side!
#Alexa this is so sad#play despacito#pewdiepie meme#uchiha headcanons#madara headcanons#obito headcanons#shisui headcanons#shisui deserved better#itachi headcanons#madara uchiha#obito uchiha#shisui uchiha#itachi uchiha#nothing breaks like a heart
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"Dream's parents had always been religious extremists with their own religion which seemed more like a cult than something heavenly to follow and seek refuge when you lost all faith in your surroundings."
"When Dream was born he was considered a gift from the demigods to to be sacrificed before the god of the chaos: GeorgeHD. That god that his parents blindly followed, this sacrifice of dream was something that was done without hesitation, being put as an offering for the god to take as a sacrifice."
"But the god, being as capricious as the ancient scrolls said, decided to make fun of his followers a little, refusing to take dream as a sacrifice and endowing him with two curses which would make the little sheep life miserable: The curse of eternal sleep and the curse of monochromatic vision."
[The curse of eternal sleep: This curse consists of when the cursed person reaches maturity, he will begin to feel sleepy more often, then the tiredness will become unbearable, then the sleep will become longer and longer until reaching a point of no return where the cursed person never wakes up again]
[The curse of monochromatic vision: This curse consists of the cursed person incorrectly looking at the colors of their world, managing to appreciate things that others would not see, such as spirit guides, elemental traces, dangers imminent threats, traps, etc.]
"George was amused when dream's parents abandoned the dirty blonde hair in the forest to his fate, considering him a mistake in the eyes of their religion, George was amused when dream's life became miserable when the curse began to appear, George made fun when everyone began to get fed up with dream when his dreams even lasted a whole day And... he had fun... when dream no longer had anyone to turn to, when the weeds covered his body little by little because of what DreamXD's presence made him sick."
"George laughed and laughed, until dream met a man in a cape of long red cloth.. George stopped smiling, in his dimension no noise could be heard apart from the passing clouds, for the first time in his existence he had stopped laughing at the pain oblivious, no one dared to speak when they saw their god so serious when he watched how his personal jester met someone else... and began to improve."
"When dream met techno was when the aforementioned had found him being covered by weeds, the piglin saved him from the vines and from then on they became such great friends. Dream laughed, had fun, spent hours and hours with techno so just talking and joking, even being able to put aside his dreams and preventing his curse from coming true.."
"..A damned..A DAMNED PIGLIN, RUIN AND CURRENT, HAD DARE TO CHALLENGE AND QUESTION THE FUN AND ENTERTAINMENT OF THE GOD OF THE CHAOS! A PIGLIN WITHOUT A JOKE..HAD DARE TO TAKE AWAY FROM HIM WHAT WAS HIS BY LAW."
"The god of the creative clenched his fists, his entire world was corrupted like a lost document, his anger was unleashed in thunder and explosions, so in the middle of dream and techno's date; the god made an appearance, a heavenly presence and ethereal, but dangerous and cumbersome."
"Dream automatically began to cough and cough, leaning against Techno's chest to seek support and not fall fainting to the ground. The pink hair, looking at the deity, took out his diamond sword ready to protect his destined love, his sweet love."
— "LET GO OF THAT DAMN TRAISONER, NOW!!"
— "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, ASSHOLE?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TALK TO DREAM LIKE THAT?!"
— "I AM HIS OWNER, I AM HIS MASTER, I AM THE ONE TO WHOM HE BELONGS SINCE HE WAS IN THAT OLD WOMAN'S WOMB!, I AM THE GOD OF THE CHAOS, GEORGEHD."
— "WHETHER YOU'RE A GOD OR NOT, I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE IT TO YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TO COME HERE AND CHALLENGE THE LORD OF THE BLOOD?!"
"Both would fight for dream, one for his sick and sadistic desires, the other for his true love and hero's heart. They both took out their swords, techno ordering the chat to take dream away from there so that he wouldn't get hurt. Sadism against pacifism, love against heartbreak, Goodness against evil...Who will win? Who will take the soul of the little sheep?...only this fight will decide."
(Plot twist: techno won.)
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Arslan Senki Chapter 128 (Part 2)
What a top choice, contrasting Arslan, the ruler Pars needs, being unable to draw the sword that would prove his right to rule, with Hilmes, who is choosing to brute force a coronation ceremony in order to give his position legitimacy.
While Arslan freely admits that his bloodline gives him no claim, Hilmes is still trying to maintain the lie that he is the son of Osroes. Ugh, watching him falter over this line during the ceremony was hard. He is far from at his best here, but I still have sympathy for him despite all that he's done.
However he needs to BE NICER TO ZANDEH, DAMN IT.
Things in Ecbatana... are not good. We get an overview: dry wells, Andragoras's growing army outside, closed gates, dwindling food, friction between citizens and soldiers, all combined to insinuate that it's only a matter of time before Hilmes's control of the city is overturned.
And a coronation won't fix this, (and nor will a crown patch up the emotional damage that was inflicted on him by Andragoras's big reveal) but what else can Hilmes do right now?
Ashamed to say I laughed at this. His face...
Man, Zandeh really is trying his best in this chapter. He and his men were the ones who went scrounging up golden coins to melt down in order for Hilmes to actually have a crown to wear after Guiscard stole the real one, but Hilmes isn't in the mood to appreciate his efforts.
(That little guy is with him in this scene, looking nervous of Hilmes's reaction! Feels like Zandeh also knows Hilmes isn't going to love what they've done, but as he says, it's the best they can do for now.)
The fact that Zandeh adores Hilmes and can't wait to see him crowned yet is willing to tell it to him straight: calling Sam away from defending the underground waterways to attend to coronation ceremony is a bad move.
Fucking ouch. At least he didn't tell Zandeh to go and watch the passageways himself!
'The ceremony was a miserable, spare, and unsatisfying one' 🙃
Starting out strong.
My boy is so happy!
When Hilmes starts talking about 'King Osroes's legitimate heir', things start to go to shit. He falters, Sam and Zandeh can see something is wrong (and while Zandeh is puzzled, you know Sam knows) and then after failing to get the words out twice Hilmes rips the cloth off his scar and fucking commits to that lie.
I wanted a mask-free coronation for Hilmes but NOT LIKE THIS 😭
Sacrificing Innocentis to the gods isn't going to make that lie any truer, but Hilmes is just grasping at anything that will give him even a whisper of security right now.
Zandeh is very into it, lmao. I love him but am unsurprised to see his rough treatment of Innocentis. If I recall correctly he was excited about the idea of killing him before.
Filing this away under 'things that should not be hot'. (Also noting that he removed his armour for the ceremony 👀 and that he's abandoned the idea of burning Innocentis alive in favour of a different method.)
Also... how blind can you be, Hilmes? "Thus will I show what happens to those of other lands whose ambitions threaten the peace of Pars!"? Pars is your own country, and you facilitated that. Pars would likely still be at peace if not for you and your ambitions.
Anyway, Innocentis, who is likely delirious with fever from his wound, asks for sugar water, which enrages Hilmes so much he's about to strike him with his sword, when who should burst in (no doubt through those poorly-defended waterways, sigh) than Team Arslan?
(The coronation ceremony is taking place 10 days after Team Arslan set out for Mount Demavant. Chapter 126 says they 'rode East along the Continental Highway for several days' until they encountered Don Ricardo, so it seems a little more time has passed between the events of the first part of the chapter and those of the second).
This fills me with fear because no way will Hilmes withdraw.
Anyway, there's a panel of Team Arslan entering the room where you can't see what weapon Arslan is holding. Rukhnabad, you there?
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Pink sunset last night :)
#venting in the tags of my generic but pretty photo: holy fuck i need to quit my job#like i genuinely feel unsafe and its been hinted Several Times that my position may be terminated soon#so im just being like. dangled on a string and it SUCKS#but i am the only source of stability in my household and so i literally cannot#im just fuxking trspped like a rat#and im constantly having thoughts of like.. giving 30 days notice on my apartment breaking up and driving to like wyoming.. living in my car#but i have to be the responsoble one!! like always!!!#and no one else is looking out for me or able to catch me if i fall!!!#grrrrrrrrrr#its making me like angry at everyone in my life#i just wany to be left alone to do what i like and not have to worry about taking care of everybody else#and like. i cant even afford mental therapy or physical therapy or my meds rn and i dont think people realize how much i#am fucking sacrificing all the god damn time#jesus christ#i sound like the male lead in any mid century play#brechtian ass#anyways#im normal now#back to work 🙃
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can I prompt you to talk about Menelaus sparing Helen I'm just like :chinhands: about everything u say about the house of atreus
hey, if you're willing to listen, i'm more than happy to talk - thank you!
so. again. we got Big Three versions.
menelaus says 'guys it's chill i'll kill her at home. let's all cool our jets' (this is the version in euripides)
menelaus goes to kill her himself. helen shows her boobs. menelaus suddenly very chill (this is also implied by euripides)
menelaus gets men to kill her. helen shows her boobs. men suddenly very chill (stesichorus)
CAN YOU GUESS WHICH TWO I DESPISE? no. fr. the last two (the boob two) are far too dependent on helen being vain. and helen .... almost not feeling any guilt or shame from what's happened. and we know that's not true from the iliad. these two, to me, are classic. THIS IS JUST HOW HOT HELEN WAS propaganda. cause yknow. ur a greek/roman/ancient dude and you hear that helen of sparta showed you her boobs like 'damn bro i wouldn't kill her either ahahahaha pass the wine, maximus'.
but helen was never vain. she was never arrogant. she was confident and self-assured. but it's pretty much everyone AROUND helen that comments on her beauty and stuff. she never really does herself? which is another fascinating element of her character tbh. so her doing THIS as a means to be spared? doesn't suit me. do i think helen wanted to die/was willing to die? no. but i think she would have gone about pleading for her life a different way, y'know? also i hate the whole 'her tits got her into this mess they'll get her out of it' like shut UP. menelaus is not 12. he's fucking 60 odd at this point. he is tired. he is wounded. he is so beyond mentally well. give him some respect. he wouldn't have been blind sided by this.
but i don't think menelaus EVER planned to kill her. i can accept euripudes' version cause i think there would have been a lot of greek men that would have wanted to see helen dead. it makes sense yknow? they dont see the full narrative. the big picture. as far as they're concerned helen ran away. loads of people died. and now she's gonna get away with it. they're not narrative aware enough to see all the cogs of fate and the gods and all this. so i can respect that some greeks would have wanted her to suffer and menelaus would have risked a fuckin riot if he outright said 'nah lads she's fine lets crack on' so the whole 'wait til we get home' narrative is a good way for him to save time. to buy him and helen some time to come up with a plan, a story. to hear each other out. to work through stuff. they don't get back to sparta for like. 10 more years. they can EASILY have come up with some reason why she's not been killed yet. or why he's not gonna go through with it/why it's all worked out.
in regards to menelaus never wanting to kill her, i believe that because of how menelaus behaves in the iliad. menelaus is constantly lamenting the deaths of the greeks. the needless death and suffering. how these men are working and sacrificing to get helen back. to bring her HOME. what would killing her do? another senseless death. all the sacrifice for naught because menelaus doesnt get his wife back. he goes back to sparta alone. as if he never even went to fucking troy and tried to get her back?????
and also because menelaus loves her. despite everything he loves her and he never stopped. it's why i really like his portrayal in IOA even if he is a giant ass clown. he's a man desperate to get his wife back. and he's under the impression they're just gonna go to troy and get her back. simple as. two months tops. he's frantic and desperate and willing to try anything to get her back (yo bro kill ur daughter for me kthx). and i don't think that desire to get her back changes. menelaus grows more subdued and quiet. and has less fire. but he's still trying. he goes toe to toe with paris, is willing to take on hektor. menelaus is very much: 'i am dying at troy or i am leaving with my wife' and how is that not love? it's literally. he is going to get her back or die trying.
(also idk how much people value to fall of troy texts that are around but like. menelaus kills deiphobus in those. when dei is with helen. the man is insane in those moments he could easily have took helen out too in his madness. but he doesn't. also also. when he's in the horse and he hears helen, he's said to 'groan' when he remembers her and given the context of the other men weeping and stuff. this is like. a groan of pain. hearing helen's voice after so long and remembering her. HURTS him. he's missed her so much.)
menelaus and helen loved each other. you see it in odyssey 4. the healing they must have gone through in those 10 years. is so admirable and powerful. and they did it because they wanted to. because they were gonna see this out. they were gonna make this work. and even zeus acknowledges it. because he lets menelaus into elysium just to be with helen (his own DAUGHTER) for eternity. even though menelaus has LITERALLY no elysium qualities. not even zeus cant bear to separate these two.
they're just so fucking powerful.
#long post for ts ///#menelaus#yes i am starting to tag my menelaus stuff. ive studied him for a decade.#ive given talks on him. ive written papers and been referenced in essays im about him#2023 is the year i embrace the 'menelaus expert' meme#that isn't ............. talking to a class and having them stare at me for like an hour#i have no idea if anyone agrees with ANYTHING i ever say#but i refuse to be silenced tbh#havent been quiet about the HOA for ten years. im not starting now#thank you for the kind words though friend!!! this passion has a very special place in my heart#it's nice to have an outlet for my menelaus thoughts <3
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MHA 423 spoilers under the read more so please don’t open if you don’t want to be spoiled.
I am getting really disappointed in fandom constantly jumping to conclusions.
There is so much negativity and despair from everything happening in this chapter with the death of Shigaraki and… For some reason everyone is saying Shirakumo is dead.
First, where the hell does everyone get the idea that Shirakumo/Kurogiri died in this chapter? He WAS going to sacrifice himself to stop AFO, and he started to disappear as he was creating a portal to switch places with Deku, yes, but it got interrupted by Bakugo. Even with the way Rukasu interpreted it says otherwise:
‘Kurogiri starts to disappear but, at the last second, Bakugou appears and propels to deku with his explosions.’
Yes Hori is going write Shirakumo trying to sacrifice himself, get interrupted by Bakugo, and die for no fucking reason having done absolutely nothing there. There’s no way Shirakumo is dead, guys. There’s no point of Bakugo’s entrance being like that if Shirakumo still dies anyway. The point was to say STOP SACRIFICING YOURSELF AND TRAUMATIZING YOUR BEST FRIENDS, OBORO.
Yes I know there’s the panel where we see Shig say ‘Kurogiri..’ as well with what looks like embers of the portal vanishing, but… Nothing really came of that. Nothing to me confirms Kurogiri/Shirakumo is officially dead and gone. There would be no point to writing Bakugo last second interrupting him like that. At all. My bet is the portal vanishing because he went out-cold. He was already exhausted before that. Hell I really don’t think any of the villains are dead except AFO. The only one who deserved death. As well as Shigaraki (note: but not Tenko Shimura).
Second, do you all forget the point of MHA (and Star Wars for that matter since it’s a core influence), is to hold out hope? The final war is supposed to be about saving lives, not losing them. Is Shigaraki dead? Yes, but Tenko Shimura will be saved, and I’m on board with the Phoenix theory because why would it be mentioned that the regeneration half of the quirk was removed before giving it to Tenko? Destruction of Shigaraki is then restored by Shimura. It’s beautiful.
Third, the manga isn’t over yet. Shonen Jump hasn’t even come out with the announcement on when it’s supposed to end. We likely still have 10-12 chapters left considering this is the start of a new volume. Stop jumping to negative conclusions, give it time, have a little patience before despairing and making such harsh judgements.
Idk, I could be very wrong and just coping. Maybe Shirakumo did die, maybe Shig/Tenko is gone for good. Maybe the end is just full on Star Wars where the Vader/Kylo Ren figure does a good thing by killing evil sith Emperor Palpatine figure then peaces out (sequel ending was stupid af to begin with). Everyone could very much be dead and gone but truly what kind of story would that be? But idk it doesn’t feel hopeful for this story. That’s not saving any of their lives as Deku wanted. You’re telling me they’re just going to up and rebuild society without the perspective they need from the villains who weren’t accepted in the current mold? Is it just going to be on Deku’s shoulders like Luke Skywalker? Spoiler alert: Everything post OG trilogy Star Wars is in the damn shitter with the New Republic and I'm not just talking the sequel trilogy (See: Mandalorian and Ahsoka) and for the love of god WE DO NOT NEED THAT TRASH HEAP OF A SEQUEL TRILOGY REPEAT ANYWAY (I feel bad for Filoni having to pick up the pieces of this trash to make the sequels seem coherent like he had to with the prequels). I don’t believe that for a second. Something is gonna happen. Hori has been taking what we expect from a show like Star Wars and flipping the table on it. Like All Might being an Obi-Wan figure who goes to fight the Vader figure and dies, but surprise, All Might lives instead, because we don't need the master to sacrifice himself and die. The only thing we can do is wait. Horikoshi has been doing a shit load of back and forth between despair and hope, and I sure as hell can’t see it ending on despair.
No more of this solo Luke Skywalker and Rey (yeeshyeeshyeesh) building everything back up with the light side of the force. If you want balance, you need the light and dark working together.
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Kai: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!
Kai, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.
Zane: Kai, you can do anything!
Kai: Anything?
Zane: Anything!
Kai, holding a torch: ANYTHING?!?!
Zane: Wait, not that!
Cole: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?
Nya: Wait, what’s the difference?
Cole: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.
Kai: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.
Pixal: Throw rocks at he.
Cole: Hot Dogs.
Morro: Kill him.
Kai: Thanks guys.
Nya: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.
Pixal: You use emojis like a straight person.
Kai: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.
Kai: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?
Jay: Peonies, why?
Kai:
Jay: Were you going to get me flowers?
Kai:
Jay:
Kai: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ
Jay: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.
Nya: Oh, that was all real.
Jay: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!
Nya: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.
*The gang is about to do something dangerous*
Cole: Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk?
Kai: Go ahead.
Cole: Be careful.
Cole: Don’t die.
Pixal: *Holds back a laugh*
Kai: Great. We’re all bloody inspired.
Jay: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!
Cole: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Jay: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?
Cole: Somehow that's worse.
Kai: I can’t believe my birth certificate says F...
Kai: ...How did I fail being born?
Cole: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Zane!
Zane: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.
Pixal: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon.
Pixal: It's me.
Cole, in a room with Jay, Kai, and Nya: It’s calm in here.
Cole: It scares me��
Nya: Fight me!
Kai, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.
Zane: Nya got into a fight.
Kai: That’s bad.
Kai:
Kai: Did she win?
Cole: Jay, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery.
Jay: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!
Kai: Is that a gun?!
Jay: It's not what it looks like!
Kai: It looks like a gun!
Jay: Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore.
Kai: ...ANYMORE?!
Kai, to the Squad: I’d die for you.
Jay: Then perish.
Pixal: You will.
Nya: Please don’t.
Cole: Cool.
Zane: I’d die for you first.
Nya: If you got arrested what would be the charges?
Jay: Theft.
Zane: Disturbing the peace.
Cole: Aggravated assault.
Kai: Arson.
Pixal: All of the above. In that order, probably.
Nya: You know what I asked Santa for Christmas this year?
Jay: If you say me, I swear I’ll—
Nya: You? What? No, I asked him for that cool Ninjago Lego set we saw in Target!
Cole, texting Zane: Zane there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?
Cole: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry
Cole: Zane
Cole: Zane
Zane: Zane is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.
Pixal: A sprite is anything not static.
Jay: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d.
Cole: A sprite is a fucking soda.
Cole: You god damn geekass bastards.
Kai: *sighs* I have no friends...
Jay:
Jay: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!
Zane: *tapping fingers on table*
Cole: *taps fingers back furiously*
Jay: …What’s going on?
Pixal: Morse code. They’re talking.
Zane: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -
Cole: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
Jay: *finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods*
Jay, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!
Kai: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.
Nya: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.
Kai, singing: I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need—
Zane: A family.
Cole: A better love life.
Nya: Mental stability.
Pixal: *clueless* Bagels?
Zane: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.
Jay: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.
Kai:
Jay: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?
Kai: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.
Nya: You think that’s cringe? Moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid Jay.
Jay: Hey, fuck you.
Jay: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!
Pixal: Why is Kai crying?
Zane: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-
Kai: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!
Pixal: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-
Kai: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!
Pixal: NO, NOT THAT!
Zane: Hey, what have you two been up to?
Nya: We were helping Kai write his vows, but he kicked us out because Cole was making inappropriate suggestions.
Cole: How is “Jay, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?
#ninjago#cole ninjago#kai ninjago#jay ninjago#ninjago nya#ninjago pixal#ninjago zane#plasmashipping#glaciershipping#hotwireshipping#jaya#ninjago jaya#oppositeshipping#bruiseshipping#geodeshipping#conya#mudshipping#crack#long post#incorrect quotes#source: ???#source: various#ninjago morro
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I realised that I had this in my drafts for quite some time. Appearantly I forgot to post it. I am gonna modify it and post it now cuz we NEED to talk about this...
Okay so i just watched the interview of the miraculous ladybug writers about the end of season 5............. and my god I am so annoyed right now....
what do you mean that Gabriel was a hero??? as much as i know about a hero, heroes donot go around destroying cities,fighing teenagers,taking advantage of people's vulnerability. That man physically and mentally tortured his own son for years, Yeeted him across Paris, forced his girlfriend to break up with him by emotionally blackmailing her, seperated his son from the girl he loves, and what not. I understand that he was in grief and sorrow due to his wife's death , ok you can turn into villain due to that but that doesn't give to the right to treat your son like this. So what? By sacrificing himself for the wish HE wanted to make he became a hero? What logic is that? Imagine making a statue of a fucking villain which is taller than the heroes'. And the lady in end of the episode was not Emilie but Amelie wtf huh? You are telling me that all those years of being an insignificant character she still remains insignificant? You want me to believe that the terrorist who destroyed not only Paris but traumatized them of life, destroyed teenagers' lives, enslaved his own son for years is a hero? NOT HAPPENING!!
Also they had planned from the beginning that Chat was not gonna be in the final fight with Hawkmoth... Great you proved that to you his character was useless from the start. You guys have been neglecting the poor boy since the very begging , y'all are just too biased towards ladybug. Why name the show Miraculous: Tales of ladybug and Chat Noir just remove his name from the title at his point. Believe me or not Adrien has much more potential as a main character than Mari. I am not hating on her or anything but my girl just doesn't know how to deal with pressure well, and again it's just the product of poor writing done on her. I just hate how biased they are towards Mari that they tend to turn a blind eye at Adrien at times.but you don't even give him enough screen time even though he is supposed to be the main character along with ladybug.
And about their poorly written character.... let's just take Chloe for example, my girl is the most inconsistent character in the show. Till this day they can't decide whether to make her good or bad. She starts as a bad person, then tries to become good, then turns bad again, also team up with Lila (and just WHY would you do that ) and in the end becomes bad again. Choose between good or bad, she is swinging between being good or bad, settle with one thing for goodness' sake.
Also while we are at it let's talk about the poor writing of the show. They just don't know how to execute ideas. Now they mostly rely on timelines all the time.They just think "Oh this idea seems nice but we don't wanna change the show much, ohh don't worry we'll just make it an alternate timeline!! Problem Solved!!!". This is not the right thing to do . They hype us up by showing us something and then in the end they just reverse the timeline.
And how on earth was it Mari's win? In what sense is it the hero's win if the villain reaches his goal? And let's just not talk about the trauma this all gave Mari. She just carries too much burden on her shoulders... Only she knows that the person they are now calling a hero is actually a villain.
And finally, 8 damn years, it's almost been a decade since the show started and we still ain't got no reveal? C'mon if you can't even let the reveal happen in five season then how much longer it will take to reveal themselves? are you even planning to let the damn reveal happen or will just end the show after I don't know how many more seasons without letting them reveal themselves?
#justiceforourcatboy
#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous#mlb#chat noir#ladybug#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#ladynoir#marichat#adrinette#ladrien#mlb analysis#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous ladybug#mirculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug season 5#mari#miraculous lb#miraculous lb and cn#mlb season five
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"Partners In Crime"
Officer Callahan x Bad Girl!Reader
SUMMARY: As the resident "bad girl" of Hawkins, you truly only want one thing: to get into the pants of the resident dorky and dedicated police officer, Phil Callahan (and hey, maybe steal his heart too!).
NOTES: I recently just finished Stranger Things and yeah, great show, but have you SEEN the men??? 👀 Anyhoe, being the ✨️whore✨️ that I am, it really comes as no surprise that I'm simping over all the hot dudes but one of the hotties I've become obsessed with is CRIMINALLY underrated 😭
And so, of course, I took this grave offense ✨️personally✨️ and wrote this lil piece! Though I can't really call it little because it is SHOCKINGLY long (for me) and I sacrificed hours upon hours of sleep 🥲 But hey, when Phil fucking Callahan (and his gorgeous actor John Reynolds) makes you horny and inspired, YOU👏SEIZE👏THE👏GODDAMN👏MOMENT👏
If it isn't already obvious, this fic contains 18+ SMUT AND MATURE CONTENT and it gets preeetty steamy if I do say so myself~ It's also set roughly around Season 2, and I say roughly cuz I suck at remembering plots and shit so I just went with the flow 😅 And as always, PLEASE don't be a silent reader! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much encouraged and appreciated!! \(^o^)/
I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this baby! This is my first ever humble contribution to the ST fandom and, who knows, MAYBE not my last ;)
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In the small town of Hawkins, you were popular as the "bad girl". You were loud, headstrong, and constantly got into trouble--completely unlike any of the "proper" ladies that talked shit behind your back. But the trouble you caused, despite the chaos it unfailingly left behind, was never anything actually hurtful. Hell, you were even caught a few times using your colourful language to make some middle school children cry when you saw them bullying some poor boys (one of them, you remember, being the Wheelers' son who always looked like trouble followed him himself).
A bad girl with a golden heart; a cheesy, living cliché. But that's what you were. You just wanted to have fun, to live in the moment. But in this bumfuck town where pretty much nothing happens before that Byers kid mysteriously disappeared then reappeared, how could anyone really blame you for trying to stir shit up simply for your own entertainment and for your damn sanity?
But some of the locals knew you on a personal level. Particularly, the Hawkins Police Department. Before you stumbled upon Hawkins a few years ago, you were a drifter; chasing after the high of wherever life would take you, free yet lost. Whether it was by chance or by fate, you only stopped at Hawkins to fuel up your motorcycle and have a quick bite at the local diner until suddenly--like something out of those fucking romcoms your mother used to watch--you met him.
Phil Callahan. He was only a rookie officer at the time, having not even grown out his beloved moustache yet. You noticed his police cruiser parked at the gas station with an evident bump on the front of the car. He was fuelling up, but his hand holding the pump was limp and he was as pale as a ghost; eyes comically wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses, brunette locks tousled and sticking out every which way after frantically running his free hand through it god knows how many times.
And staring at this clearly stressed, slightly pathetic man, all you could think was: HOT.
Before your brain could process what you were doing (though, let's be honest, you never really used your brain much in most of your life decisions), you found your feet walking away from your bike of their own accord and towards him.
Once you were by his side, it's only then that you realized just how tall he was. So much taller. He easily towered over you and it made your mind drift to other, much less innocent thoughts.
Namely him bending you over his car and fucking you within an inch of your sorry excuse of a life.
"Can I help you?" Your head snapped up from the stranger's voice, eyes meeting his narrowed ones. And--dammit!--he was much more unfairly handsome up close. His light brown eyes reflected almost green, raising a suspicious brow at you as his lips pressed into a tight line.
"Sorry, Officer--" Your gaze strayed to his shiny name tag, a grin tugging up the corners of your mouth. "--Callahan. I just couldn't help but notice you. You look like you just died inside, man."
His brows furrowed, glancing over his shoulder to the bump on his car before quickly darting back to you. "Thanks for your concern, ma'am, but I'm fine. Nothing a civilian should be worried about, anyway."
"If you don't mind--" You piped up once more as he set the pump away. "I think it's got something to do with that nasty bump ya got there, huh?"
"Uh, okay, actually I do mind." He sighed exasperatedly, no longer able to hide his growing aggravation. Today was just not his day, it seemed. "Ma'am, like I said, it is none of your concern." He put on his police hat, tipping it to you. "Good day."
As he turned away from you, you sidestepped him so that you were in front of him again. Your grin was much bigger this time, practically reaching your ears. "Uh-oh, are you in trouble, Mr. Policeman~?" You purred, one hand reaching out and playfully drumming your fingers along his chest. You intently studied him from head to toe, as if admiring an artistic masterpiece before biting your lip and giggling. "Lemme guess... You're a young, new police officer who doesn't know any better. You got so excited driving a police car for the first time that you drove it a bit too fast and crashed into a tree or some shit. Sound about right?"
His face flushed scarlet, and you weren't sure if it was from the shame of having his dumbass misdemeanor exposed or from your fingers making a shiver run down his spine--probably both.
"How do you--"
"This ain't exactly my first time having a lil run-in with the law, so I know how men like you work." You winked. "Hey, tell ya what, how 'bout I help you? You can tell your other piggy buddies that I'm some crazy bitch with anger issues you caught for speeding and in my oh so scary rage, I purposely crashed my motorbike to the front of your car just to fuck with you. You can even put cuffs on me~"
He blinked, utterly dumbstruck as he stared down at the total menace that was you (and the fact that a certain part of him reacted at you graciously allowing him to cuff you), feeling like forever until he finally found his voice that cracked slightly as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Y/N L/N." You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up on your tiptoes and dangled slightly off of him with the few inches left between the two of you. The sudden action caught him completely off guard, his hands dropping to your hips to support you and making him blush even redder. But you didn't care, smiling mischievously up at him. "Feel free to search me up in the system, Officer. I've got a permanent record, after all~"
And that's how you met Jim Hopper, Calvin Powell, and the rest of the Hawkins Police Department when Callahan brought you with him back to the station. They definitely didn't believe you guys, especially when you didn't have a single scratch on you that indicated you "crashed your bike to his vehicle" (Callahan cleaned up your choice of wording a bit). But it was amusing to see Callahan dragging you along in handcuffs, who appeared all too joyful with a shit-eating smile as if you just won the lottery. Meanwhile, Callahan's cheeks were flaming hot and his voice adopted to a nervous high pitch as he lied to everyone who were just barely containing their laughter.
It also wasn't long before you decided to settle into Hawkins in some shitty trailer park, but you couldn't really complain considering your drifting years weren't all sunshine and rainbows either.
Besides, Callahan made it all worth it.
It wasn't love at first sight, but there was absolutely attraction. Hell, you were practically (if not literally) throwing yourself at him during your first encounter, and after that it would be the same--if not more intense.
You were no stranger to trouble, but often times you would seek for trouble yourself on purpose just so you could wind up in the police station to bother--ahem, I mean, very persistently try to hang out with Callahan. Or you'd just go to the station despite having no business there, but Flo the secretary usually kicked you out before you had the chance to even lay eyes on the gorgeous four eyes.
Today, however, Flo wasn't there. You didn't believe in some higher power, but it was a fucking miracle that you were grateful for and didn't dare to question. And so you more than happily made yourself at home in the station, sitting down at Callahan's desk as you curiously pried into his stuff before a deep laugh from behind you broke you out of your little reverie.
"This is just ridiculous now, Y/N." Hopper shot you an incredulous though very much amused expression. "If you like Callahan so much--which I have no fucking idea why--then just ask him out on a date already."
It was no secret that Hopper can be a total grump, but oddly enough you became fast friends with him. He never gave you a hard time and you never bullshitted him, which in turn formed a weird sort of respect between the two of you.
You rolled your eyes at the huge man, turning back to Callahan's desk and inspecting his assortment of pens--which you thought was way too much and he probably doesn't even use all of them, but that only amped up his dorkish charm to you by, like, a thousand.
"You're one to talk, Hop." You scoffed, snatching a pen and beginning to click it continuously. "I bet your hand's tired from jerking off to Joyce Byers."
Hopper scowled, but a faint rosiness dusted his cheeks. "Okay, first off--" Click. "I do not jerk off to Joyce--" Click. "and unlike you--" Click. "I actually have the balls to ask her out--" Click. "she just hasn't--" Click. "WILL YOU STOP FUCKING CLICKING THAT GODDAMN PEN?!"
You didn't even flinch, casually stashing the pen away in your pocket before you stood and faced him. "Enough about you." You huffed, crossing your arms as your eyes levelled with his. Hopper may as well be a living brick wall walking around ready to punch whoever crossed him, but you were never intimidated by the chief of police whom you've admittedly grown a soft spot for. "Callahan on for patrol duty tonight?"
"Yeah, and you owe me big time." He frowned when you blatantly ignored him, but what was new? "I need as much manpower as I can get to investigate what the hell's going on with the pumpkin patches yet here I am, like a fucking idiot, helping to set you and Callahan up."
"You looove me~" You teased, patting his shoulder and granting him a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "This is all for a good cause, big guy. And just think, the sooner Callahan and I get together, the faster I'll be outta your hair!" You chuckled. "And hey, you're thinking too much into those pumpkin patches. Probably just some pumpkin farmers having a pumpkin war. Go big or gourd home, am I right?"
Hopper watched as you laughed obnoxiously loud at your stupid pun, looking so proud of yourself as little snorts wracked your smaller frame and your shoulders shook from sheer glee. He shook his head, sighing heavily to himself.
"God, I actually feel kinda bad for Callahan..."
•••♡•••
Night couldn't fall any quicker, but once it finally did your entire body was practically bursting with excitement like a child who's about to go out for trick or treating.
You hopped onto your bike, revving up the engine and driving even more maniacally than your Munson neighbour did out of the trailer park. You didn't even keep track anymore of how fast you were going, your hair flying as you raced down the road and were greeted by Halloween decorations strewn about in various houses' lawns.
A few minutes later, you found yourself on the empty road leading out of Hawkins. And just as you predicted--had hoped--the shrill blare of a siren sliced through the air and the all too familiar red and blue lights nearly blinded your vision as a police cruiser followed close on your tail.
You couldn't suppress the giddy grin that tore across your face, slowing down by the side of the road and the car pulling up next to you.
The butterflies in your stomach were doing fucking somersaults now as you heard the car door open and shut close, boots thudding on the ground as your favourite officer approached.
"Well, well, well... Lookie who we have here~?" The singsong voice made your grin widen even more if it was possible, making your cheeks hurt. The beam from a flashlight hit your eyes, and once your sight adjusted there was none other than Callahan, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. "If it isn't Lil Miss Trouble."
"Cally!" You giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl, and if we were being honest, you pretty much acted like you are. "Fancy seeing you here~ Halloween ain't 'til tomorrow, so why are ya out on patrol?"
"Beats me." He shrugged. "The chief suddenly put me on duty. Also, you know how much I hate that nickname." He grimaced, turning the flashlight off. It was quite dark, but you could still see him well enough due to a lone street lamp a couple feet away. "Get off."
His sudden commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, a certain part of you getting wet. And it didn't help that you decided to forgo panties, your slick coating the seat of your bike. You then jumped off, your breasts bouncing slightly. This action didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes dropping to your chest and trailing down your figure until his gaze landed on your skirt--if it could even be called that.
You were wearing a leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination, hugging your curves just right and showing off your thighs. He thought that if you made one wrong move, you'd flash him your panties; of course, not knowing you weren't even wearing any.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love your moustache?" You purred, heart leaping when he went speechless and his mouth hung agape.
His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, snapping out of his trance. "Only the first hundred times." He then cleared his throat, pointing an accusatory finger at you with a hand placed on his hip like a parent scolding their child. "Flattery won't work on me, Y/N. Do you know how fast you were going? And why weren't you wearing a helmet?"
"I know I was going pretty fucking fast!" You guffawed. "As for not wearing a helmet, well, what can I say? I don't like feeling restricted. I like being free. If I could, I'd totally go naked."
You saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped at your emphasis of "naked", a death grip on his flashlight as his jaw squared. "That's public indecency." He stated simply. He was getting better dealing with you, but the ever so slight crack in his voice was a telltale sign that you still very much had an intoxicating, beguiling effect on him. "And where the hell were you going? Were you...leaving Hawkins?"
You didn't miss the plaintive way he had asked the question, your heart melting. He cared for you. No matter how much trouble you caused everyone, caused him... He would still check up on you, and you even caught him several times keeping watch outside of your trailer when Will Byers went missing a year ago. He claimed that the police were patrolling every nook and cranny after the kid's disappearance, but you never saw Hopper or anyone else guarding other people's homes like how Callahan did yours.
"I'm not leaving, Phil." You breathed out, nothing more than a whisper as you looked up at him; serious, for once. Because as boring as this town was, you've grown fond of it. And Callahan played a big part in that and even if you weren't together, he was the closest to home that you've ever felt in a long fucking time.
He searched your face for any lies, brown eyes soft before a genuine smile graced his features. "You better not, Lil Miss Trouble." A beat passed between the two of you, breaths mingling together and you only just realized how close you both were standing to each other. He had you caged against your bike, and you had to strain your neck just to be eye level with the tall man.
Then something in his expression shifted, and soon he was drawing away from you. "W-Well, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just this once, though! Think of it as thanks for that time--" You cut off his rambling when you reached out, grabbing his hand.
"I didn't leave." You declared, an almost pleading tone in your voice. "So don't leave either, Phil."
For what felt like a dreadful eternity, you were swallowed by a deafening silence. You, who was usually so confident, found your will breaking with each passing second. Your grasp softened until you let go, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.
"...Forget it. Thanks, Cal--" But you couldn't finish; because in a blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. It was brief, feather light. But the chaste peck made your heart explode, and you didn't even question if this was just one of your silly fantasies. It felt too real--too good.
He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and his warm breath tickling your nose. "I'm not leaving." He murmured, such beautiful, sincere greenish brown eyes locking with yours. "I'm not leaving you, Y/N."
You felt tears prickle your eyes, but before you would ever allow them to fall you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. "Then prove it." And you crashed your lips with his, this time fiercely, passionately. You felt the rough brush of his moustache, but that only made everything feel astoundingly better.
He finally closed the gap between you two, looming over you, the flashlight clattering to the ground as his much larger hands clutched on to your hips before he easily lifted you and plopped you down on your bike's seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nipping on his bottom lip that elicited a gasp from him which you gladly took as the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and coaxed it into a sensual dance, earning him a most heavenly moan from you.
You two only pulled away for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. But his glasses were foggy and tinkly laughter bubbled out of you, feeling like a druggie high off of life--high off of him.
He chuckled, taking his glasses off to wipe them before putting them back on. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?"
"On the contrary..." You were still laughing, but you held one of his hands still on your hip and guided it lower, lower, lower...until his palm was right on your bare pussy. "You always turn me on, Cal. It's pretty fucking ridiculous, honestly."
His breath hitched sharply when he felt how drenched you were, his pupils dilating and mouth forming an 'O' at the realization that you've been half naked this whole time. He pressed his palm closer to your core, your laughter instantly dying down as his thumb slowly rubbed circles around your clit. One of your hands flew to his hair, something you've always dreamt of doing ever since you saw the incredibly sexy messy state it was in the day you met him. Your other hand clung onto his shirt for dear life, a gasp escaping you as he pinched your nub and began to stroke his fingers along your slit.
He leaned down to your ear, his fingers gradually increasing their pace and you trembled from the pure ecstasy that overcame your senses just from his deft fingers. "You really are a little troublemaker, huh?" He chuckled, voice dropping an octave lower. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Fucking slut..." His lips dragged down your ear to the crook of your neck, biting down and leaving a mark that had you crying out. "My beautiful fucking slut."
"All yours, Officer~" You mewled, your hand latched onto his shirt making its descent to his crotch. You palmed him, feeling his prominent erection aching to spring free as he groaned. "Just be mine, too." You peered down at him, eyes hazy with desire and desperation. "Pretty please?"
"I think I've been yours ever since we met. Not like I had a choice on the matter, anyway." He snickered before capturing your lips once more in a sultry, intimate kiss. Your mouth moved in perfect tandem with his, but you both took your sweet time as everything else faded away. There was only you and Callahan, Callahan and you. And it's all you ever fucking wanted; all you needed.
Not breaking the kiss, you shucked your leather jacket off and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Your hands came up to cup the sides of his face, fingers caressing him tenderly while his hands crawled beneath your white tank top; imagine his pleasant surprise to discover that you didn't wear a bra either.
"Jesus..." He muttered, yanking your tank top up before kneading and squeezing your perfect breasts as his lascivious gaze met your own. "You're gonna kill a fucking cop here." He grunted, making you giggle which immediately turned into an elated whimper as he tweaked your pert nipples.
"Get down. Turn around. Ass up." He ordered, and you didn't at all hesitate to obey. In your haste, you nearly tumbled off of your bike though Callahan steadied you. "Eager, are we, Y/N?" He chuckled, but something about the way your name smoothly, seductively rolled off his tongue had you wanting to fall down on your knees and reverently suck him off instead. But you didn't dare disobey, spinning around with your back to him and bending over your bike.
Though something dropped to the ground as you bent over, making Callahan arch a brow as he picked it up.
"My pen?" He scoffed, and though you can't see him, you can feel his disapproving stare boring into the back of your head like daggers. "Naughty girl, now you're stealing? Tsk, tsk." He flipped up your skirt, your ass now in full view as he licked his lips. His hands groped the pillowy soft flesh, releasing a low whistle of appreciation as he squeezed before suddenly raising his hand and spanking you.
"Ah..!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "M'sorry, Officer~"
Smack! Another slap had you reeling in the best way possible, your pussy clenching at--unfortunately--nothing as you whimpered.
"Uh-uh. Didn't say you could look at me, did I, naughty girl?" He chided, seeing that you were wiggling your ass and trying to inch closer to him.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Three slaps, one right after the other. Your flesh glowed red with his handprint, making him smirk devilishly.
"M'sorry..." You said again, your voice coming out as a meek squeak. But more. You wanted more, more, more. "I'm a good girl, I promise!"
"I'm sure you are~" He hummed leisurely. "Just gotta prove it to me, right, baby?"
Before you had any chance to reply, he prodded your legs apart with his knee and his pants unzipping sounded like the most divine music to your ears. Both of your breaths got caught in your throats as the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy, stroking up and down your entrance slowly, teasingly. Your lustful impatience getting the best of you because, fuck, you deserved this, you were just about to slide down onto him when he suddenly pushed his entire cock in with no warning.
And fuck he was big. Much bigger than you ever fantasized, completely stretching you out as a long moan was drawn out of you and your upper body fell like a ragdoll on your bike. You vaguely heard him laughing huskily before he started to move; carefully, as if he was afraid you might break.
But with you? That didn't last very long, any pathetic thread of patience he had snapping as soon his thrusts started to become rapid, hard, wild--hitting that amazing spot deep inside your gummy walls over and over again, the lewd squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy perfectly harmonizing with skin slapping against skin.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..!" You screamed, toes curling and grinding your ass in time with his thrusts as he watched, utterly transfixed, with how you seemed to just fit him like a puzzle piece; the fucking addicting way you slammed back down onto him, your skin rolling with each bounce, your pussy clenching his cock like a goddamn vice and effortlessly accepting all of him.
He then wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head before pulling you up so that you were standing and your back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face just beneath your ear, hot pants grazing your skin as he never seized his pleasurable assault to your cunt as he continued to pound relentlessly into you like a beast in heat.
Suddenly, he pressed his pen to your clit. Your eyes widened as you felt the long, thin object rubbing against your sensitive mound, stroking and poking at your folds as his cock drove in and out, in and out.
"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the delicate column between your neck and shoulder, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he humped against you.
"Y-Yes, fuck, yes Officer..!" You choked out, rocking your hips desperately as you could almost see stars.
"Then cum, Y/N."
And you did; your walls fluttered and clamped down on his dick, your body stilling and eyes crossing as waves of the highest rapture coursed throughout your body. Callahan soon followed, a nearly animalistic groan accompanying the spurts of cum that gushed into your deepest, most intimate part as his hips stuttered to a halt.
You basked in silence, revelling in the satisfying afterglow. Then, agonizingly slowly, his twitching cock slid out of you, making you convulse and you could feel the hot cum trickling down your legs. He spun you around and gently grabbed your chin, tipping it up and examining your completely fucked out expression. You stuck your tongue out, and he didn't waste a precious moment as he leaned down and entwined your tongue with his. He held you closely, securely; hugging you to his broad chest as he stepped backwards until his back bumped into his car to support the both of you.
You were the first to pull away from the sloppy liplock, laying your head on his chest and sighing deeply. "That was..." You looked up at him, blinking dazedly. "...not what I expected."
"Did you not have fun?" He chuckled, though there was a hint of worry in his voice as his thumb lazily caressed your swollen bottom lip, kind brown eyes seeking yours. Shit, did he overdo it? Or worse... Did you realize that you actually weren't that into him?
"I did, it's just..." You trailed off before a giggle erupted out of you, shaking your head. "Y'know, the first time we met, I actually thought of you bending me over your car and fucking me. I never imagined I'd be bent over my bike."
"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you really are gonna be the death of me!" He whined dramatically, making you laugh and soon he joined you.
"So..." You grinned, fixing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his sweaty, unruly curls that you loved too fucking much. "Was I a good girl, Cally~?"
"The fucking best." He returned your euphoric grin, booping your nose and, though he'd never admit it, he actually liked your nickname. Just for him, only by you. "Buuut you're a good girl that's coming back to the station with me."
"Huh? But I thought you're gonna let me off the hook for speeding?" You questioned, confused.
"I am, but you're forgetting your other crimes." He cleared his throat, rising to his full height and looming over you yet again. "Public indecency..." He traced his pen on your pussy, making you shudder as the cold metal glided across your skin up to the valley between your breasts. "...and theft."
"Well, Officer, if that's the case then you're not innocent either~" You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and dangling off of him much like you did the first time. "You stole my heart, after all~"
His face was as red as a tomato, smiling like a doofus as he hooked his hands under your plush thighs, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking you by surprise, but definitely not unwelcomed as he stared up at you with a stupidly smitten expression.
"We're partners in crime, then, Lil Miss Trouble~"
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