#but I couldn’t handle standing there to do my dishes before I left

[bby-deerling]

I’m so glad you will write for Sanji!!

Can i please request a Sanji x reader in the whole cake arc where before that Sanji and reader would flirt and have this connection making reader think their relationship would go further but suddenly Sanji decides to ignore them making reader sad and one day he just say goodbye to the strawhats because he will marry pudding breaking reader’s heart (like tons of angst)

Thankfully luffy didn’t believe Sanji and forms a plan to rescue Sanji, so when Sanji and reader are together Sanji confess to reader that he did it to protect them and he was scared this would become his life instead of staying forever with reader?

Sorry if its too much and too especifica dear amazing writer, its okay if you don’t want to write it. I just need a Sanji angst to fluff

I’m also happy the message made you happy, it’s true! The way you write its amazing! Glad you decided to write, post it here and for my tumblr to put you in my page!

Have a nice day!

thank you so much for the request! <3 i made a few lil tweaks, but i hope you still enjoy it!

crazy (sanji x reader) angst w/a happy ending, hurt/comfort, wci spoilers. wc 1.2k

He was back.

He was back, and to everyone else it was like nothing had even happened—even Nami had forgiven him with relative ease.  The whole crew was acting as if the events of the last week and some change were a complete dream, and he never left.

As if he hadn’t been about to marry someone else.

You were a complete fool, thinking you could capture the heart of a man who constantly flitted from one woman to the next.  No stranger to the art of seduction, he threw himself at almost any woman that crossed his path, and on rare occasions, had gotten lucky when the occasional girl on an island would throw him a bone, but he had done so much to try to assure you his affections for you were genuine. 

Neither of you had confessed your true feelings for each other outright other than Sanji's dramatic professions that you would be a fool to take seriously; prior to his departure, you had been trapped in a delicate dance back and forth with each other that had slowly bloomed into something that felt more serious—at least it did to you.  It seemed so silly looking back on it—despite the way that he had toned down his flirtations with other women in order to convince you to fall for him, you should have known it was a matter of time until he went back to his natural habits.  The teasing touches, comfortable silence while doing dishes, and long, emotional talks over a late-night cigarette could only have kept him captivated for so long before moving along to someone else.

Despite the massive headache and heartache the cook was causing, you couldn’t even call him on it right now; after him having been through so much with his biological family, it would be nothing short of cruel to attack him over his wandering eye.  Still, you couldn’t help but hurt tremendously as he served drinks to you and Nami, mask of a smile on his face, without so much as a conversation with you about what had transpired, much less where the two of you stood with each other.  In fact, he seemed to be avoiding you, slipping into the kitchen if he saw you flagging him down on the deck, and contrived some reason to leave if you entered his workspace.

As you suck on your straw deep in thought, refreshing taste of pineapple juice running down your throat, you decide to follow him back into the kitchen.  You could stand him losing interest, but him avoiding anything but basic pleasantries with you was too much for you to handle.

“Ah, hello there, dear!” he says when you enter the kitchen, refusing to meet your eyes and instead feigning interest in a recipe book on the counter.  “I was just about to check on Chopper and Luffy, did you need something?”

Another thinly veiled excuse.  He steals a glance at you, and tenses when he sees you’re not buying it.

“Sanji, you’ve been avoiding me.” you say, voice wavering.  You had intended it to come out far firmer, but your emotions were already getting the best of you before the conversation had even started.

He swallows hard, and turns to look at you.  The silence pounds in your ears at he carefully chooses his words.

“I think we should have this conversation somewhere more private.” he says, sending chills down your spine.  Unable to respond verbally, you nod and follow him to the aquarium bar, which was thankfully empty.  He closes and locks the door, and stands behind the bar across from you; the tabletop separating you felt wider than the ocean you were sailing on.  Despite him being the one to pull you away to talk, he finds it difficult to speak.

“So.  I’ve been avoiding you.” he says, cringing with guilt at vocalizing his intentions.  You remain silent, waiting to hear him out, and the pain in your stare breaks his heart.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I’m no good for you.” he says, staring downward and unable to bear your gaze any longer.  You still don’t speak, forcing him to keep spilling his heart out, an activity that had felt effortless before, and like knives on his tongue now.

“What kind of man leaves the woman he loves to marry someone else?” he asks, hands shaking.

“The kind that wants to protect his friends.” you say, gingerly reaching out to lay your palm on top of his.  He instinctively laces his fingers with yours, and the familiar touch pulls at his heartstrings.

“I did do it to protect you all, you know that, right dear?” he says, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that his betrayal was worth all of the pain it had caused.

“I know, Sanji.” you say, trying in vain to swallow the lump forming in your throat.  “And you were brave for doing it.”

“Not when I’ve hurt you like this—” he insists, tears pricking in his visible eye and grip on your hand tightening.

“Sanji, what’s hurting me is you avoiding me.” you say, interrupting him, and with a firmness to your voice that makes him twitch.  “What’s hurting me is you refusing to even talk to me and acting like everything we had was a dream and leaving me wondering if you ever truly cared about me at all.”  Even though it needed to be said, you immediately feel guilt for saying it as his head falls into his arm and chokes back sobs.

“Of course I care, darling,” he chokes out, “I’m trying to let you go because I care.  I don’t deserve you.  I didn’t deserve you then, and I don’t deserve you now.” he insists, words muffled by his sleeve.  You run your thumb across his hand in an attempt to comfort him, but it only seems to make him more distressed.  His reaction finally gets you to break, and now both of you were sobbing messes.

“Sanji, please don’t let me go.” you plead between gasps for air.  “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.  I should have come to you sooner to comfort you instead of letting you try to distance yourself from me.  I should have known better.”

Your gazes meet, red and watery from tears.  Desperately, you search his face for any sign of what his next words will be, but he stays as silent as you had been minutes before.  Just as he had done, you take a shaky breath and decide to continue.

“I love you, Sanji.  I love you with the constancy of the sun rising and the moon falling.  I love you unconditionally.  All I ask is that if you feel the same way, you stay by my side.”

Something changes in the glint of his eye as he’s suddenly stirred to life.  Normally he is the one for poetic, drawn out confessions of love, but you’ve rendered him speechless as he lets go of your hand and slides over the top of the bar—in any moment less dramatic than this you would have laughed—and stands in front of you, spinning you around in your stool to face him.

“I love you, dear.  On this day and every day, and all the days to come, I love you.” he whispers, softly caressing your face before leaning in to seal his confession with a kiss.  It starts out chaste, but quickly turns into something messy, emotional, and passionate.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was?  That I would never get to see your radiant face again and tell you how I felt?” he rasps.

“So was I, Sanji,” you whisper back,  “but I’m so glad I told you now.

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[bakubunny]

give and take

a/n: retired (disabled) shota x disabled reader hurt/comfort fluff. pls read all the tags; this is very self indulgent bc that’s how i feel like writing today. also i did a quick grammar check but this is generally unedited.

tw: neurological disorders, tics, muscle spasms, speech problems, dissociation, functional seizures, established relationships, l-bomb, reader is called baby, babygirl, daddy as nickname/title (used once)

You stood in the kitchen, chefs knife in hand as you cut the last of the vegetables out before you. Shota rinsed rice at the sink on your right. You froze briefly before a muscle spasm shot through your hand, then a small tic. It was hardly any movement, but he caught it in the corner of his eye. Five years into retirement, you’d swear Shota was still sharp as ever.

“You okay?” he asked.

The sound of water stopped.

There was a slight hesitation in your voice. “Yeah. I’m good.”

With a few measured slices, the job was done. Your hand seized again. The large knife clattered onto the counter.

“Shit, sorry,” you said. More for yourself than him, perhaps.

Another small vocal tic.

Shota glanced your direction. “Let me take care of the rest.”

“Really, I’m-I’m fine, Sho,” you replied, transferring the cut onion onto a plate.

The subtle shift in his face told you he held his tongue this time when he’d rather not. Sure, you had a bad habit of pushing yourself too hard, but Shota had no room to talk on that. He knew - especially now - that life didn’t stop just because you did.

You shut your eyes; one pulled back and rolled for a second. Your body grew tired and heavy. “Just been a long-”

One moment, you were standing, the next, your legs gave out beneath you. There was a clang when the metal bowl of the rice cooker hit the floor. Rice and water splattered nearby as Shota caught you, body limp in his arms.

“Baby?”

An eyebrow twitched in response. Your head lolled forward painfully. Shota pulled you back into his shoulder and carefully lowered you to the floor, your head in his lap. A muscle spasm ripped down your spine as your back arched, muscles so tight that your extremities shook and your vision blurred once it passed once your eyes opened. Head foggy and empty, you fought your body to respond. A small groan left your throat.

“I’m right here. I love you,” Shota said, running his fingers through your hair.

Another look of fear crossed your face with a whine. You wanted to apologize and crawl into his arms, but your body stayed still. And your husband knew you too well.

“Don’t be sorry.”

You laid with him as spasms came and went, along with your awareness of the things around you. When you came to a little, your fingertips stretched out seeking his hand, so he reached for yours.

“Hey, babygirl. You with me?” he said.

“Mhm.” You still couldn’t move much. But this was something.

“Am I okay to carry you?” Shota asked.

“I… think so,” you said.

With relative quickness and the ease of a practiced hero, he gathered you up in his arms and carried you to bed.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

You laid in bed with Shota, your head on his shoulder, finished dinner plates on the tray he’d set at the end of the bed, and sighed.

“Sometimes I really hate all of this,” you said. “I hate that you have to do so much for me. You’ve got enough to handle.”

“You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you to suffer?” he asked.

When you stayed quiet, he continued. “It’s give and take. You do just as much for me.”

“I know…” you replied. “Sho?”

“Mm?”

“If… if I take care of the dishes, will you take a bath with me?” You played with the hem of his shirt.

Shota smiled softly. “You want daddy to wash your hair, baby?”

A grin pushed at your cheeks. “Maybe, yeah.”

“You don’t need to do anything to have that,” he replied. “I have the energy tonight. Let me take care of you.”

You hugged him tighter. “Thank you.”'

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[myvampyrez]

id like to request a zack fair x reader... they're college roomates and zacks a total flirt and while reader denies it for funsies, after a really bad date with some frat boy, zack comforts her and she changes her mind?

micellar water 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

zack fair (ffvii) x fem!reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

hii!! i didnt really specify that they were in college or who it was that reader had a bad date with, this is kinda in zack’s pov and him just being super whipped for you!! this is probably like the longest fic i’ve made so far soo.. i hope you guys enjoy lol

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

mentions of crying, mentions of kissing (eww!! cooties!!), zack’s just super sweet but also super goofy— like he’s the dude to say ‘scruba dub dub’ in the shower type goofy, him waiting for reader and utterly being the ultimate retriever bf (or more so friends to lovers in this), lmk if i missed anything 💕

┊ ˚➶ word count ｡˚ 🎼

1789 words, 9782 characters

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“woah, you look hot—!” you scoffed, hearing the grin in zack’s voice from behind you while he sat on the couch. you looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing how the sleek dress hugged your figure as you fixed your hair, curves shown on display.

you snickered as you watched zack stare at you, feigning awe with his jaw dropped low and a hand hovering over his mouth. “yeah, yeah. save it for later, i got somewhere to be.” you tsk’ed as your eyes flickered around the living room, searching for your shoes. walking down the hall, you shouted, “did you hide my shoes again, zack?”

a beat of silence passes before you zack’s guilty voice traveled from the living room into the hallway, “maybe.”

zack pouted as you made your way back, huffing as you spotted your pumps placed not-so-subtle-y under his sword. “maybe i just don’t want you going out with another asshole again.”

“he wasn’t that much of an asshole—“

“he smelled like it—“

with the glare you gave him, zack decided to shut up seeing the heel protectively clutched in your hand. sure, you went out with a lot of shitty guys, zack thought. but it was nothing you couldn’t ever handle before.

your face quickly shifted to a sly grin, standing upright as you primped once again, perfecting your look. “why, you jealous, zack?”

“no, just being the cool ultimate amazing friend that i always am.” he stated it so matter of fact like— when really, the word “friend” left his tongue rather thickly, the word almost dying at the back of his throat. he’d never tell you, he thought. he didn’t want to ruin what you both had with some stupid feelings of his own.

you let out an unconvincing, “sure, sure.”

zack surfed through the channels on the tv, sprawled out on the couch as he still felt his legs burn from the amount of squats he had done after training. he pressed his lips disappointedly at how the tv lacked any good shows before he heard you yelp, “shit! it’s eight—!”

tilting his head at your clambering, he sat there in bemusement as he watched you run out the door— until your head popped in one last time, “food, fridge, i’ll be back before midnight!”

but as the door shut in a hurry, zack leaned his head back against the arm of the sofa. the apartment was silent except for the low crackling volume of whatever crappy show played on tv. his chest rose and fell as he let out a big sigh, slumping against the couch as his eyes drifted towards the wall.

great, he was alone and his unceremonious attempts at hiding your shoes failed. he almost felt dissatisfied, why couldn’t you just see that he liked you? or better yet, why couldn’t he just admit he liked you so you could reject him and get over it? zack wore his heart on his sleeve, so why was it so difficult now?

one hour turned into two, and two into three. it took everything for zack just to keep himself occupied. he moved around the apartment restlessly— doing squats, watching shit tv, even trying so far as to try making a new dish. keyword: try.

after a whole day of pretty much doing nothing waiting for you to come home, he decided to just tire himself out enough to pass out on the couch, sleep being his last resort. he lolled his head on the arm of the couch, resting it in the dent left from the hours before. zack took one last look at the clock as it read eleven o’clock. letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes while shifting on the small sofa trying to get comfortable. nothing much better to do when waiting then take a nap to speed up the process, yeah?

but when zack jolted awake at the sound of the door slamming, he sat upright while his eyes searched the room. not even having time to rub the sleep from his eyes, he looked around.

now dark with only the tv as his light source, the clock on the wall now read twelve o’five and your heels were now carelessly thrown against the door. zack turned his head towards the new source of light and was met with the bright luminescent rays of the bathroom accompanied with your silhouette in the doorway. and at first glance, zack would’ve brushed it off as you just being lazy— but his thoughts changed when he heard the wet sniffles and broken sighs, his ears perked up.

his back hit the cold air once he got up, leaving the warmth of the couch and making his way over to the lit bathroom. mako tinted eyes adjusted to the light as they settled on your blurry figure, hunched over the sink with eyeliner smudged across your eye while you tried to catch your breath— and that woke him up real quick.

“zack—!” you said, and god, did your shaky voice make his heart ache. his body reacted on its own accord, arms immediately reaching out towards you and embracing you. zack put one hand on the back of your head as your body shook with silent sobs. he could feel the tears starting to stain his shirt, one of his favorites although that didn’t seem to matter now that he didn’t mind it being coated with your sorrow.

he heard a small voice next to his ear, wavering as you tried maintain your composure as you said, “i’m sorry i woke you up.” with a comforting hand on his back, you rubbed at the trail of his spine, unknowing that zack’s eyebrows were knit together with a strong bewilderment— you’re over here crying, and you’re apologizing over waking him up?

“don’t say that.” he told you, and you could’ve sworn his arms locked around you tighter. trying to lighten the mood, he gives a weary chuckle, “i needed to wake up anyways.”

you didn’t laugh though, simply soaking in the affection brought upon you until he finally pulled away. the hand that kept you at arms length squeezed your shoulder while you sniffled and wiped under your eyes. “‘m glad i wore waterproof mascara, today.”

his lips twitched downwards, watching as you made a weak attempt to brush his concern off. “what happened tonight?”

and that seemed to make you cry even harder, making zack curse himself as his eyes widened. “okay—! okay! don’t answer—don’t answer that!” he stammered, trying in a desperate attempt to get you to stop crying. he didn’t know why he’d even ask that to a person who was currently sobbing and probably needed space?

“here, just..”

a loud yelp left your lips once you felt zack’s hands lift you up from the underside of your thighs and place you on the bathroom counter, the cold ceramic a deep contrast against the warmth of your skin.

you let yourself settle as you watched zack rummage through the wooden drawers of the sink, grumbling something along the lines of, “where’s that stupid water..?”

you cleared your throat, “what water?”

“the stupid water you use when you have the waterproof thingy on.”

“..micellar water?”

“yes! that—!” he pointed his finger at you in agreement, watching as you leaned over and opened the first drawer and pointed out the small clear tub of the product. he looked around in search of something— before letting out a small, “aha!” sound once he found a small towel. you softly grinned as you watched him douse the rag in a copious amount of

makeup remover, not even bothering to wring it out before turning towards you with a triumphant grin.

you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his calloused hands— gentle under your chin while the other one wiped the makeup off your face. he made sure to softly pat your eyes, making sure to try and rid all the mascara off your lashes as best as he could without being too rough.

“y’see? i told you i was the coolest awesomest friend ever, didn’t i?” zack finally said. even with his teasing grin, his tone remained uncharacteristically soft.

“‘cool ultimate amazing friend’.” you corrected him, the corners of your lips quirking upwards while you talked. zack was lucky you couldn’t see his smile right now, just happy to admire yours in the dim white lighting of the bathroom. “right.” he said, nodding his head as if you could see him now.

he set the towel down as he examined your eyes, making sure he got all the makeup off. fluttering your eyes open, you gazed back at zack. in any other scenario, he would’ve brushed his staring off and used the makeup as an excuse— but really, even with your puffy eyes and swollen lips, and even in the cheap apartment complex lighting, he’d still think you’re beautiful. maybe the dingy details of the bathroom and the close proximity made it more intimate than needed.

leaning forward, your eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, ensuring that he wanted the same thing as you. and when he had met you in the middle, bridging the gap between your parted lips with his own, it’s like a wave of coolness washed over his body. your hands came up to rest upon his jaw while he thought to himself; this was all he ever wanted, his dream girl right in front of him let alone kissing him.

sighing, you pulled away for a moment— hands still rested on his face. his eyes held nothing but adoration for you when he gazed up at you, the small height difference causing his eyes to look even more ethereal in the light, swirls of mako and the overhead bulbs evident in his dazed eyes. he only chased your lips for a split second before you let out a small laugh and a sniffle. he wasn’t just a ‘rebound’, you thought to yourself, zack fair was a man worth much, much more.

he closed his eyes and leaned in for one more kiss, hand on the back of your head as it buried itself in your hair, but not before mumbling against your lips a quick, “am i still the most ultimate awesomest friend ever?”

you grinned, “do you wanna be?”

“you’re over here sat on the counter kissing your ‘cool ultimate friend’—“

“‘cool ultimate amazing friend’—“

zack pouted, tilting his head before you leaned in for another kiss, removing the dramatic curve of his lips. you groaned in exasperation once he pulled away again, he was just teasing at this point, wasn’t he?—

“i think cool ultimate amazing boyfriend sounds better.” he grinned cheekily.

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[bloodyquillink-blog]

I had a thought…

This is going to be based off of the audio roleplays from @yuurivoice on youtube with his OC Auron and listener/lover Rook.

I was listening to The Night Does Not Belong To God by Sleep Token. Something about the piano in the beginning just fits the scene so well.

Imagine:

Listener(Rook) is taken by some enemies of Auron’s. Probably very old enemies that he believed were dead or at least disbanded.

They beat the shit out of Rook and send photos of the aftermath to Auron in a nice little package (for visualization purposes, remember when Seth, Alphonse and Boo got the box of Jessie’s hair? Yeah, kinda like that.)

Auron gets his gang together because he is seeing red, almost as if the blood he’ll spill has already gotten into his eyes.

He storms into whatever warehouse or building Rook is in.

He finds the rest of the gang that had kidnapped you but can’t find the leader of them. He’ll handle that later, he supposes.

Auron finds Rook laying on the ground, still tied to a chair. They’re knocked out and bleeding.

His gang frees Rook and he carries them out in his arms, whispering reassurance between every command he sends his team.

At a very fancy hospital, Rook wakes up. Laying on a hospital bed and watching Auron. His elbows on his knees, he’s hunched over and lost in thought. That is, until Rook speaks.

“Hey, hero…”

Auron confesses how afraid he was, trying to make it sound more like anger instead of fear. He explains that he couldn’t find the leader.

“You have some work to do” Rook says.

With their working and less sore arm, the pull out brass knuckles that Auron had gifted them (a sign of trust in his eyes, giving Rook an idea of just how cruel he can be behind the scenes). I almost want to imagine that Rook had fashioned this into a necklace they could tuck into their shirt so it wouldn’t arouse suspicious but idk.

Auron takes the brass knuckles. He silently kisses Rook on the head and caresses their cheek.

“My hands… are going to look much bloodier when I come back. The streets… will be even dirtier than before. My love for you is like a bullet. Nothing stands in its way… and if it tries to…” he doesn’t need to finish his sentence.

Auron leaves, slipping the knuckles on and telling a few of his people to keep watch. He puts his hair up and gets to work.

He comes back hours later to find you sleeping peacefully.

Your injuries, though tended to, are still red and irritated. You’ll be out of work for a bit.

Auron sits right where he was before he left. By your bed. However now, he looks at you. He watches your breathing, listens to the small noises you make. The only sound is the light fixtures buzzing.

He slips off the brass knuckles and wipes his hands off.

His bruised hands gently brush your hair. The cracks in his skin sting, but he ignores it. There are higher priorities. Auron stays, ignoring his discomfort being in such a stale environment.

He replays the beating he dished out over and over in his head until you come back to the forefront of his mind.

He temporarily forgets his cruelty, exchanging the thoughts for those of you. Every moment he has seen of you.

This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. If anyone else knows about you, then perhaps he should pay them a visit too.

He plans as you sleep.

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[lambergeier]

silviculture - 13.1k, alhaitham/kaveh

in which alhaitham switches places with his younger self and everyone handles this extraordinarily badly. we will improve this situationship or die trying. now on ao3! first two scenes below for ur reading pleasure.

Alhaitham, being no longer in his living room, decides the first thing he should do is sit down. He does so.

He’s in an Akademiya dorm room. It’s early afternoon. A few moments ago it was late at night and he was speaking with Kaveh, who was in the kitchen of Alhaitham’s own house. Alhaitham was leaning against the couch in the living room and flipping through a book that wasn’t worth the paper it’d been printed on. The book is also gone.

Alhaitham only began dreaming again eight months ago, but he’s confident that this isn’t a dream. It looks, with a great deal more specificity than could be possible even for his sleeping mind, like Kaveh’s dorm room. Books of design, materials science, desert exploration, runic translation, and piano theory are piled on the desk. There is, laying on the bedsheets by Alhaitham’s hand, a cheap but fashionable earring he remembers vividly for the way it had caught the light in their single shared lecture, late afternoon in the hall below the Sanctuary. Semiotics and Glassmaking in Deshret’s Kingdom. He skims the earring briefly with a fingertip then moves his hand to his lap.

He considers what this might mean.

The door swings open and Kaveh says, “Haitham, can you take some of these? I borrowed everything I could find on desert Seelies but it’s really almost nothing, like I can’t tell if we’re running into another ridiculous knowledge restriction again or if genuinely no one’s ever tried to track the Seelie courts in Upper Setekh, which would be so typical, wouldn’t it, so I grabbed everything else I saw on the–”

Kaveh’s face is bright, young, flushed, freckled, happy. He’s wearing an Akademiya uniform and is as tall as the last time Alhaitham saw him (fifteen minutes ago) which means he’s an inch or two shorter than the last time Alhaitham saw him, because the uniform boots are heeled. He’s staring at Alhaitham with the aforementioned flush spreading like dye over the silk of his cheeks.

“Kaveh,” Alhaitham says. “Don’t freak out. I believe I’ve been displaced in time.”

“Oh, I,” Kaveh says. His hands start to go slack beneath the stack of books leaning against his chest, so Alhaitham takes the books from him and sets them on the chair beside the desk.

“You–yes,” Kaveh says, the flush climbing down his neck and up to his ears now. “I–oh.”

He couldn’t be more than eighteen. Which would make it, assuming this is in fact the past Alhaitham remembers, which he really has no way to determine without further investigation, the year Alhaitham himself turned sixteen.

“I developed a bodybuilding habit when I was twenty and attempting to do some metabolic experiments that ultimately proved unfruitful,” Alhaitham says. “You can touch my shoulders if that would get this over with.”

Kaveh, whose left hand had begun to drift with little apparent thought towards Alhaitham’s bare deltoid, snaps back so hard his head smacks into the doorframe. “I’m so sorry!” he says. “I’m so sorry, this is so rude of me, I should never have assumed, I’m so sorry, and you’re so much older, and you never said–”

Alhaitham sighs.

--

Kaveh stands bent over the kitchen sink, working his jaw and watching his cuticles slowly go to ribbons in the soapy water. Not literally. Literally enough. He should have let Alhaitham buy the stupid gentle dish soap that didn’t ruin Kaveh’s cuticles. Kaveh stops himself from thinking further on Alhaitham’s incredibly domineering dish soap opinions.

Alhaitham has gone quiet in the living room, but that doesn’t mean very much. The state of their immortal souls could be at stake and Alhaitham would still bar himself from Celestia before he continued a conversation he continued boring. Or a fight.

Kaveh works his jaw harder, tension dull and radiant above one eye. It’s not impossible for him to wait Alhaitham’s silence out. He’s done it before and he could do it again. It’s a way to end a fight, and wouldn’t it be nice, ever, to end a fight? Without starting another? Could they hope for that much peace, at the least?

Suds climb up Kaveh’s wrists. The number of nights he’s spent in this same position, mirroring himself like silvered glass over the past year and whatever he’s lived in Alhaitham’s house, frustrated and sad and exhausted by this whole situation, feels suddenly like a millstone around his neck. What a joke.

“Look, I get that you don’t think conversation is worth your time!” Kaveh shouts as he slams the cutting board into the sink. “But pretending like this isn’t a problem just because you’re bored is not actually a long-term solution to the problem!”

Silence. “Haitham, I know you’re still out there!”

“Kaveh?” Alhaitham calls back. His voice ends on a high and uncharacteristic quaver.

Kaveh throws himself through the door to the living room.

There’s a different Alhaitham standing in the soft streetlamp glow of the window. There’s an infant Alhaitham. He’s skinny, teetering, his hair too long over his ears, where are his headphones?, god, look at those stretch marks on his shoulders, red as fresh paint—

Alhaitham is looking up at the ceiling, head tipped back, balancing poorly on his heels as he turns. His head follows the lines of the woodwork. “Is this—” His voice cracks, squeaking in a way that Kaveh was viciously self-conscious of when he was young and Alhaitham never gave a shit about. Alhaitham didn’t start the masculinizing meds until he was at least fifteen, supplies a portion of Kaveh’s heart that very rarely forgets. His voice hasn’t cracked since they were—

Alhaitham looks from the vaulted ribs of his home to Kaveh. His eyes are enormous. He appears full of stars. “Is this the research center… you designed?” he asks. “This is our project?”

“Oh, no,” says Kaveh.

He’s wearing the undershirt and trousers of an Akademiya uniform. The permanent frowning divot between his eyebrows has yet to form. The longer he looks at Kaveh, his pale eyes flickering from Kaveh’s face to hands to chest to belt, the more he appears, ludicrously, to blush.

“Oh, no,” says Kaveh, as Alhaitham trips backwards over the footstool and lands flat on his ass.

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#genshin impact #haikaveh #hkvh #kavetham #this bitch fought me good but she's finally done and i love her 👌👌

[messrmoonyy]

Reader comforting tess after a bad day?

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader

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A/N- I don’t usually a/n for drabble but I had to simply say I’m sorry this was in my inbox for months. But say thank you to the ‘ Tessa ‘ anon that made me finally use this 😭 also special thanks to @lonelyfooryouonly for being as mental over ‘ Tessa ‘ as me.

The anniversary of outbreak day was never a very good day for anyone. Even so many years on. Everyone mourned their losses and reminisced on how the world has used to be, cried for their loved ones and their old lives. Everyone mourning in their own ways. Joel locked himself in his apartment and refused to talk to anyone, silently grieving his daughter and numbing the pain with a cocktail of whiskey and pills.

Tess was the opposite. She didn’t hide and she couldn’t stand still. Outbreak day anniversary she would work herself into the ground, every year. She would try and slip out of the apartment before you woke up so you couldn’t stop her, taking on extra work shifts from the people that wanted to spend their day mourning at home.

You made no attempts to stop her though anyway. People handled their grief differently. You would let her go out and tire herself, then wait with open arms when she finally come home to drop. Sometimes she wouldn’t want to talk, other times she would. Sometimes she would be more guilty that she had left you alone all day to wallow in your own grief. But you quite liked the peace.

She handled hers by keeping busy, Joel handled his by drinking, you handled yours by having silence with your thoughts. And by the end of the day when your own grief was at the point where it was ready to consume you, she would return home and distract you away from it. Distract you by needing you to be level headed and focussed, to keep her grounded and remind her she was okay.

Grief was a painful thing. So much like the infection that plagued the world you now lived in. The two went hand in hand, both controlling people, taking over their lives. Tackling them when they least expected it. Even the strongest of people could be taken down by it, the infection. And the grief.

And Tess was no different.

Her grief consumed her at times, like the infection seeping into her blood. Crawling through her veins and filling her mind with its tendrils. But unlike the infection she had you as her cure. You could chase the hurt away, strip every last fibre from her body and return her back to normal. Even if it was only temporary.

The infection held no cure. And at its heart, neither did grief. But you had love and warmth and compassion. And all those things did more than any pill or bottle of whiskey could do for her.

She was quiet when she finally returned home, dropping down her bag on the kitchen table and silently toeing off her boots, sitting down on the couch and staring silently at the wall. Any other day she would have made a beeline for you, greeting you with a smile and a kiss. But not then. Not when her mind was away for the day. Not when she no longer had something to keep her occupied, no boxes to haul or streets to sweep. Just silence.

You dried your hands from where you’d been doing the dishes and headed for the radio, pushing in one of the old cassettes and keeping the volume low. Not loud enough to startle her but enough to create some noise so that the silence wasn’t all consuming. And then you headed her her.

She still hadn’t moved. Or spoke. Staring blankly ahead at the wall. You wondered what cruel things were flashing behind those eyes, what horrific and terrifying memories were resurfacing. Your version of outbreak day could never compete with hers.

She had told you about it. About her husband. Her son. The only two things that ever caused her to have nightmares. Was she hearing their screams? Was she hearing the sounds of her little boy fighting to get out of the basement she had locked him in? The sickening sound of the knife stabbing at her husband as he’d tried to attack her?

She was overcome with guilt about that day. She had been the one to make her husbands lunch for the day, unknowingly using bread made from the infected wheat. She had been the one to make her son pancakes for breakfast as a special treat for doing so well at school. Not eating anything tainted herself, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl because she simply had too much to do. The regular everyday routine of a working mother.

She blamed herself. Constantly telling herself that she was the reason they were infected, she had given them the food. She had done it. She was responsible for the fungus attacking her husbands mind and causing him to dive for her, no other choice but to grab the closest thing and fight back. But her son? She could never hurt him. So small, just weeks away from his sixth birthday.

You couldn’t be sure which memory exactly was plaguing her. Maybe one. Maybe all. And you weren’t about to ask her either.

“ Tess? “ you said gently from a few feet away, scared to startle her in her vulnerable state. She didn’t react so you moved closer, crouching down onto your knees in front of her and gently cupping her face in your hands “ Tessa “ you said in the softest voice you could conjure, sympathy and pity lacing every single letter. The name that only you were allowed to use, the nickname you had coined because it felt so much softer. Felt so much more appropriate for those gentle moments only you could see. And the painful ones too. Her eyes fell closed and you sighed softly, brushing your thumbs against her cheeks.

Moments like that were rare. Those walls came down so little, that facade she walked around with never dropping. Only for you in those silent, private moments. Only you saw her weaknesses. Her humanity. She only trusted you enough in those moments. When she was disconnected from herself, trapped inside her own mind and unable to get out.

“ Tessa, my love “ you whispered, wiping away the tears that escaped from her closed eyes “ do you want to talk about it “

“ no “ she whispered, leaning into your touch “ no just stay with me “ she turned her head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist and you nodded.

“ okay. That’s okay “ you stood up and joined her on the couch, coaxing her to lay down with you until her head lay resting on your chest “ I’ll stay with you “ you whispered, running a gentle hand through her hair “ im not going anywhere I promise “

As much as you hated to see her in such pain, you felt honoured that she came to you. That she didn’t lock herself away like Joel. That she trusted you with her vulnerability, her weakness. The softest and deepest parts of her. The moments where she wasn’t Tess, Tess the practical leader of the underground back market operations in Boston. Tess that people were scared of, that made grown men cower. Moments where she was Tessa. Your Tessa. That cried and was human, that loved and cared and wanted to be held. That liked when you ran your fingers though her hair and scratched lightly at her scalp, drew patterns into her skin and kissed her like she was delicate.

Only you were trusted enough for that.

Only you could help. Only you could ground her and bring her back round. Your touch. Your voice. Your gentleness that she had so often questioned you on how on earth you had managed to keep, how you had managed to stay so caring and kind in a world full of hate and hurting. But you were never more thankful that you had on days like that. On days where all she needed was someone gentle. Someone kind. When all she needed was you.

#I gotta write more drabble a cause I’m obsessed with my drabble lay out #anyways #the way this ask was in my inbox so long. sorry. bout that #tess servopoulos #the last of us #tess servopoulos x reader #tlou hbo #x you #fluff #hurt comfort

[writingpiecesak]

Imagine arguing with 💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

Nothing has been going well lately for you. Missing essay assignments for your sociology class, late night shifts causing you to miss dinner time, said late night shifts from your shitty boss who doesn’t understand the idea of a breath mint. Getting a speeding ticket because you were late for school. You’re favorite sushi place closed down and your hair is frizzing up because of damn weather conditions. 

All you wanted right now was a warm bubble bath with candles and soothing music playing in the background while you sip a glass of white wine. To fall into a trace of relaxation, keeping away from the real worlds problems. To just have a moment to yourself. A simple moment. Is that too much to ask?

“Killed your ass! Hop off the game already you’re so bad!”

Ah, the wonderful yelling of gaming frustration coming from the living room. Your eyes weren’t surprised by your boyfriend, Katsuki gaming in front of the television with his headset and mic settled perfectly in between his ears. Otherwise, he would’ve heard you come in.

After standing there for about five minutes he finally noticed you. “Oh welcome home babe. Dinner’s in the oven.”

Well at least he cooked dinner. You walked into the kitchen setting down your car keys and handbag. Grabbing a plate a fork from the cabinets you pull out what was left in the oven for you. To your dislike though, it was spicy meatloaf with curry rice.

You understand your boyfriend loves spicy food, but doesn’t it have to be all the time? Why couldn’t he ask you what would you like for dinner? Is it that hard to send a text or to try calling?

With a heavy sign you put back the utensil and plate, looking around the pantry for anything else to substitute the growing hunger laying in your stomach.

No one thought to buy groceries either…. Why was everything left to you? Buying groceries, making dinner satisfying both parties, cleaning the damn dishes he used.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your favorite box of cereal, fruity pebbles always makes things better even if it’s for a short moment before they get soggy. You lifted the box from its spot only to have it feel light as a feather. You shook the box around trying to feel out how much would be left until you hear Katsuki call out from the living room.

“Oh I forgot to tell you. I had the last bowl of that fruit cereal this morning! Sorry hun I was hun–behind you! No behind you Kiri! Damn it Ashido you’re supposed to cover his ass.”

You got to be freaking kidding me… Your grip tighten around the box and finally frustration snapped. You flung the empty box straight to his head, so hard it knocked his headset off in fact. Immediately Katsuki pulled a face and got up from his seat.

“Seriously? You’re mad over damn cereal!”

“No I’m mad at you!”

“For what? I made you dinner!”

“No, you made yourself dinner. You know I can’t handle spicy food.” You shouted.

A small moment of realization hit him but he wasn’t going to admit his wrongs. “Then eat shit then! At least I cooked something meanwhile all you eat is takeout.”

The distance of talking started getting closer together with every notch being brought higher. “Because I work late! Ever thought to ask me what I would want for dinner? What I would like to come home to?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, I patrol my ass in serious dangerous areas. And when needed I go out and fight! That’s my job! All you do is organize paperwork for a boss that’s a mere extra.”

“Oh so now you’re going to blame me for not having a quirk and saving people? Some people are normal! Regular! Having to work shitty jobs to make a living Katsuki!”

“I’m not listening to this pity party. Quirk or no quirk, you can always find a better job.” You see him beginning to sit back down and grabbing his headset from off the floor. But you weren’t done speaking. You marched right to his console and immediately pulled all cords not caring which was for what. The tv screen had went black, you threw the cords at his feet with a winning smirk.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” As his anger rises you could see his hands starting to give off sparks.

“You’re my problem Kats! This apartment is my problem! My job is my problem! My hair is my problem! Everything is a fucking problem with me!”

Breathing heavily your eyes start to water but you didn’t want to cry not now especially. You pushed passed Katsuki and headed straight for the bedroom instantly locking it. You grabbed the hem of the fluffy blanket and threw it around. Throwing around the pillows and just trying to take out your frustration on something other than your boyfriend right now.

Wanting more destruction to voice out your anger, you grabbed your night table lamp and threw it at the bedroom door with a final scream. Now only sadness floods through you as realizing you’d would have to clean everything up. Before you’re able to take a step towards the door, Katsuki burst through with concern worries look. Unfortunately he stepped on the pieces of sharp colorful glass which the lamp was made of. But the pain in his feet couldn’t compare to the pain he felt in his heart seeing you cry.

“I’m sorry. Everything is just…a problem.” You lowered your head wanting to mask the tears as you thought for a sign of weakness. Katsuki carefully walked around the mess and grabbed you hand, pulling you into his chest as you cried letting out the anger in a different way that didn’t cause destruction.

“It’s okay. Let it out, I’m here. You’re okay. I’m sorry too. I’ll buy you five hundred fruity pebble boxes. Just please….take the glass out my foot.”

A small giggle escaped your lips. You wrapped your arms around your lover and snuggled closer, deeper into his scent.

“My feet are bleeding dumbass. But…let’s stay like this a little longer.”

#mha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha #katsuki bakugou

[cjsarchive]

I like the insecure mc with sam fic you wrote, can you do a matthew one? like incorperating the fact he cooks a lot of sweets maybe.

Yep, hope you enjoy!<3

The Most Beautiful Girl-Matthew x Female Reader

I stared at myself in the mirror. Stared at my stomach, hips and thighs. I sucked in my stomach and turned to look at myself from the side. I definitely like how this looks. But when I let my stomach rest, I felt like crap. I need to stop obsessing over how I look. I look at myself in the mirror too much. But I couldn’t help but keep coming back to examine myself, my body, what I need to work on and fix. I sighed.

“Hey, you okay?” I turned towards the voice and saw Matthew was standing in the doorway to my bedroom.

“Oh, yeah I'm okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’m okay,” I forced a smile on my face, hoping to convince him. He didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t push any further.

“Alright, if you say so. Anyways, dinner’s done!” He grinned.

“Okay, coming!” I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I didn’t have an appetite right now, but I followed Matthew downstairs anyway. I sat down across from him.

“I made your favorite dessert tonight too!”

“Thanks,” I wanted to smile, but I only felt worse. He was so sweet, but he didn’t know the thought of eating anything sweet right now made me nauseous. I tilted my head down, hiding my face, and began to eat.

I managed to scarf my food down, but I still couldn’t touch the dessert. Matthew must have noticed me simply staring at it, “Is everything okay? Are you tired of that? Cause I can make something else for dessert if you want!” He offered.

“Um, no it’s okay. I’m just full right now. I’ll eat it tomorrow.” I couldn’t read the expression on his face, it made me anxious.

“Alright, I’ll handle dishes and stuff tonight, okay?” He walked over to me and left a kiss on my forehead before taking the dishes to the kitchen. Ugh, why am I being so difficult?

I went back up to my bedroom. I look towards the mirror. I tried to stop myself. I need to stop looking in the mirror. But as I thought that, my feet were already making their way towards the mirror. I stared for a long time. I can’t keep being like this. I can’t keep being myself. I grabbed my phone and looked up dieting routines online. I was so focused on it that I didn’t notice Matthew had come in until I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

“I know I keep asking but are you sure you’re alright? You seemed kinda off at dinner.” He said softly. Before I could turn my phone off, he saw my search results on my phone. “You wanna start dieting?” He asked, confused. I hesitated. There was no point in lying to him now.

I sighed, “Yes. I want to lose weight.”

“Why?”

The words slipped out before I could catch them, “Because I don’t like my body.” After I let that out, the words just kept coming, “I want to feel good about my body, I really do. I try to convince myself it’s not that big of a deal. But then I see so many girls with my body type going on diets, having intense workout routines, working to be slimmer, and trying to get the ‘ideal body.’” My eyes started to water, but I blinked the tears away, “It’s hard to feel good about my body when everywhere I look, I’m being shown that my body is not ideal and I should be working to change it. That’s why I don’t want to eat dessert. I’m just so tired of feeling shitty.”

Matthew was silent for a moment, taking in what I had said. He gently turned me around to look at him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you felt like that. If I had known I wouldn’t have made-“

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve done nothing but be kind and sweet to me. You always try to make me happy. I don’t even know why you’re with me, Matthew. All I’ve done lately is whine and be difficult. I don’t deserve someone like you.” I looked down, I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I felt small. Matthew stood in thought for a while before he softly smiled.

“I have an idea.”

He led me over and we both sat on the bed. He reached into his pockets and pulled out various plushies. Two of which looked like me and Matthew. He placed the plushies at the end of the bed.

“What is this, Matthew?”

“Just watch.” I looked at the toys and they started moving, like they had come to life, “I’m gonna tell you a story.” I looked at him in slight surprise before taking my attention back to the toys. “Once there was a guy named Matthew,” The Matthew plush stood front and centre and waved at me. I giggled at the sight, “After he left the demon world, he got to explore the wonders of the human world, and all it had to bring.” His plush was shown wandering and experiencing different things such as books, stores, and food. “But there was something he had yet to experience: Love. Love wasn’t a thing in the world he grew up in, he never experienced it. Until he met..” A puppet that looked like me propped up. Matthew conjured a little spotlight as well and shined it on my plush. “This girl turned Matthew’s life upside down! In the best way of course. From the day they first met, she showed Matthew kindness, letting him and his brothers live with her when they had nowhere else to go. Matthew didn’t know it yet, but from that day forward, he would never be able to get this girl out of his mind. Again, in the best way.” I laughed as I continued to watch the puppet show.

“He was attracted to her so quickly. Her kindness, her gentleness, her beauty, her independence. She was amazing! He loved being able to be close to her, he loved the person he was when he was with her. She made him feel so empowered, like he could do anything! He’d never met anyone who made him feel like that. He was 100 percent in love with her!” The plushies began reenacting all the dates Matthew and I went on. I felt a great wave of nostalgia remembering them all. Before I knew it, tears started flowing, “Even though she doesn’t feel great about her body right now, Matthew still felt her body was beautiful and didn’t need to change. She was the most gorgeous woman he ever knew. A woman he never wanted to live without. A woman he loved more than anything. And he’ll never leave her. Ever.” The two plushies hugged and I felt my heart melt. All the toys then stood in a line and bowed to me. “To the most beautiful and wonderful girl.” The toys then went limp again.

Matthew rubbed the back of his neck and blushed, “Heh, I know it’s a kinda corny but-“ I didn’t let him finish as I threw myself into his arms. I sobbed in his shoulder. I was so overwhelmed with happiness.

“T-that was beautiful, Matthew,” I sputtered out. I squeezed him tighter. Matthew hugged me back just as tight.

“I’m really glad you liked it.” He gently pulled away, but still held me as he looked at me, “If you really want to start dieting, I’ll support you. But there’s nothing wrong with your body or your size, I promise! You are gorgeous.” He reassured me again. I smiled bright before I leaned in and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss on the lips. He very happily kissed back.

“I love you, Matthew. I love you so much.”

Matthew smiled and left multiple kisses all over my face, making me giggle, “I love you too, beautiful.”

#seduce me the otome #seduce me otome #seduce me #smto #seducemeotome #seducemetheotome #seduce me matthew x reader #seduce me matthew #zecaeru

[hanmasghost]

Hihihihhii

Could I get uuuuuuuhhhhh

Smiley x dad reader?

“Smileys Dad”

400 Special

Author’s Note:

My big bro is my first special request<3 anyways, you asked and I shall deliver hopefully this is what you expected^^;

Pronouns: He/Him

Warning(s): mentions of divorce,

HCs

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

❥ You and the twins mother divorced after she realized that she fell out of love

- You’re still friends with the twins mother

- Smiley likes that even tho you’re both divorced you still get along

❥ Nahoya learned how to cook from you

-Begged you to teach him how to cook dishes from other countries

❥ He rambles on and on about how annoying people are and the ‘super cool’ punches he throws when they get on his nerve too much

- He once told you about how he jumped over a table without knocking anything off and punching this dude after he cat called his boss’ little sister or something

- Normally wouldn’t commend him on such brash acts but you couldn’t say much as he and his brother were just you and your ex wife when you were their age and definitely got it from you both

❥ He likes to do the dishes

- He likes to do the dishes with you after a long day at the shop

- Only if you do them with him

- Also likes to talk to you about the customers and what he thought about certain ones throughout the day

❥ He feels a lot more free with you

- You being his dad, and just a bigger version of him, he feels like he can be more childish, and enjoy more than just kicking ass

⌦ .｡.:*♡

Mikey thought it’d be a great idea to stop by the twins shop and buy some good old ramen. Well more like Draken did, he didn’t want to eat more Doroyaki. He just couldn’t handle another night of even looking at the damned thing.

And after running into Baji, Chifuyu, and Takemichi, Mikey decided to invite them aswell. More like forced them, but that’s besides the point.

Once they got there they expected to see one or both of the twins, but they didn’t expect to see Smiley standing there with an older male who was like two times older than the smiling boy.

Tapping on Nahoya’s shoulder, Mikey asked “Who’s the old guy?”

Both males who worked at the restaurant turned to the blonde.

Everyone behind Mikey froze in place.

Smiley and the older man before them both bore a strained smile on their face.

They looked as if they were the same person. And it was horrifying.

“What did you call me young man?”

Mikey, unfazed repeated his words from before “uh.. old guy?”

Nahoya, obviously upset tried to confront Mikey, only to stop when his dad burst out laughing.

“Oh my god! HA! Been forever since someone had the balls to call me that! What’s your name kid?” {Reader} asked as he folded his arms, giving the blond a smirk as he raised one of his brows.

“Manjiro, call me Mikey.”

“Alrighty than Mikey!” {Reader} exclaimed as he put his hands on his hips. “What would ya like? You obviously came here for food yeah?”

Nahoya stepped infront of his dad before Mikey could speak. “I got it, he orders the same thing everytime.” The smiling boy sighed.

“Oh? Well then, let’s get this show started than!” Walking behind the counter, {Reader} washed his hands as Nahoya, who had already washed his hands a minute or two prior, started getting things ready for his friends dishes.

As the two males made everyone else their food, they made small conversation.

Once the blonds and the arsonist monkey left, {Reader} and Nahoya began to clean up, now being closing time.

They started washing dishes from previous customers in silence for a good while, before {Reader} decided to break it with an awkward “Soooo…”

Nahoya looked to his dad for a split second before focusing on the task at hand, giving the older man a him of acknowledgment, a thing he inherited from his father.

“Those your friends?”

“Yeah… total weirdos.”

{Reader} snorted. “I see that, the vampire looking one called me hot.”

This time it was Nahoya’s turn to snort. “I mean ya gotta be right? Where else would I get my looks from?”

“True true. All facts. Pass me that sponge.”

Passing the sponge his dad pointed to, Nahoya continued “surprised Mikey liked you. He doesn’t really like adults.”

“Well I’ve been told I’m quite the child, so I guess you could just say he found his kind.” {Reader} smirked.

Nahoya set his dish down has he gripped the side of the counter, wheezing.

“Don’t die there buster, yer mom will kill me. I’ll have to be like ‘he just snorted soap! I didn’t know it’d kill him’ and then she’d spout a ton of random words I don’t even know.” {Reader} smirked as he watched as his son was hurled over laughing his peach haired ass off.

Finishing up the last dish {Reader} leaned up against the counter as his son finally began to get some good ol’ oxygen into his lungs again.

“Ya done there kiddo? I want ice cream, and I can’t leave you here on the floor sooo…”

Nahoya seemingly instantly recovered from his laughing fit, Nahoya stood up as he practically dragged his dad out of the ramen filled building and down the street after making sure they did in fact close up before leaving.

Smile softening, you let your son drag you to the ice cream shop.

You loved these moments with your sons, they meant the world to you, and you would do anything for your baby boys.

“Make sure we get Souya one too!”

“Yeah yeah whatever old man.”

“I’ll eat your ice cream I swear to god Nahoya…”

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya fluff #smiley x reader

[leafs-lover]

Please give us anything Fred and little Oliver related 🥰😭 my heart LIVES for them together. Maybe Freddie handling Oliver's first sickness? Like he has a little ear infection or flu? And he just loves on his baby.

A/N: So I don't know how I misread this, but I did. I planned out the entire scene and started writing it before I read it again and saw you wanted something with him hurt or sick, but I decided to stick with this. Hope you like it

Warnings: None really - just some cute fluff

Word Count: ~900

Once Oliver was born, Sunday quickly became Fred’s favourite day. More often than not, he did not have hockey, and that meant an entire day with Oliver, reading to him, playing with toys, going to the park, movies with cuddles. Sundays were always the best, and now that you finally admitted your feelings, the three of you spend them as a family, and Fred couldn’t ask for anything more.

Today started like every Sunday before, breakfast, you and Fred had eggs and fruit, Oliver had cheerios – his current obsession. Then while Fred cleaned the kitchen, you and Oliver coloured and watched Cars (another one of his obsessions), then came tower building (and Oliver’s favourite part – knocking it down) and lunch, followed by Oliver running lap after lap around the living room, which ultimately ended with the three of you at the park. By the time you made it home the excitement from today had caught up to him and Oliver was asleep in his stroller, mouth wide open and head back, sand clinging to the sweat on his legs and fingers. The two of you left him as Fred started on dinner and you cleaned the apartment, finding all the crayons left scattered around, blocks under the couch and between the cushions.

Even though there are still a handful of hot wheel cars waiting to be stepped on at 2am, a sink full of dinner dishes, it was a great day with your boys. As you stand folding the never-ending pile of laundry (because you and Fred spent the last few evenings busy with other things) you can’t stop smiling, so much so your cheeks hurt. Even with the soft rumbling of the washer and hum of the dryer, you can faintly hear them laughing from the bathroom, and somehow you continue to smile wider.

“Mommy!” “Mommy!” “Mommy” Fred and Oliver’s voices overlap as they call to you.

When the door opens, Fred sighs, and thinks to himself how beautiful you are. You stand in the doorway wearing a tight pair of lululemon leggings with one of Fred’s t-shirts tucked at the side. Your makeup is non-existent, not even concealer or mascara to draw out your eyes. You have a laundry basket tucked under your left arm, and the second you see the two of them, your ovaries explode. Your boys sitting at opposite ends of the tub, in warm bubbly water up to their stomachs; plastic boats, fish and dinosaurs filling the rest of the space.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle and set the basket down in the hall before stepping in the room.

Oliver has one arm resting on the outside of the tub as water drips into a small puddle on the floor, and beams at you. “Baff time.”

“I see that.” You eye over to Fred whose wet hair is styled into a mohawk, and grin.

“He wanted me to.” Fred shrugs, but you know that it was Fred’s idea, most of the trouble your boys get into is his doing. “One of the boats escaped.”

A small crease forms in your forehead as you try to imagine the shenanigans they were getting up to before you walked in. But you’ve seen the way they play “superhero” which is essentially wrestling matches near sharp edged coffee tables in Spiderman, Hulk or Captain America costumes, Oliver being carried around the apartment upside down, him using Fred and all his teammates as human jungle gyms. He’s had more bumped heads, scratched knees, bruised forearms than you can count, nothing really shocks you with them anymore.

“Can you get it Mommy?” Oliver sweetly smiles at you.

You bend down and pick up the boat and walk over to the tub. Closing the toilet seat cover, you use it as a seat and put the boat in the water. “Anything for you munchkin,” you say, pressing the button on the dinosaur bubble machine.

The chime that haunts your sleep cheerfully starts to fill the room. As much as you both hate the song, Oliver loves it, and his copper eyes light up. “Fanks Mommy!” He puts his hands up to catch some of the bubbles, like he always does, then smears them to his chin, giving himself a bubble beard. “I look like Daddy,” he proudly exclaims.

You and Fred share a soft and endearing laugh, Oliver is always eager to be his shorter, curly-haired shadow following his every move. Fred brings his hands up out of the water and puts them on the top of Oliver’s head, and starts playing with the red curls, slathering them in water before forcing them upright into a mohawk, just like his own hair. “Now you look like Daddy.”

With a giggle, Oliver turns his attention to the boats and fish that float around him. Fred rests on the edge of the tub and draws his eyes over to you.

“What are you thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing.” You let out a blissful sigh, realizing Sundays are your favourite day too. “You two are pretty cute.”

“Yeah, we are…ahhh.” Fred grimaces when a plastic purple fish bounces off his head and outside the tub, giving you a glimpse of the trouble they get up to outside your presence.

“Oops, sorry Daddy.”

He rubs at the side of his head and shakes it when you stifle some laughter. Water drips from his arm as he reaches out of the tub and retrieves the fish and hands it back to him. “It’s alright Ollie.”

“Just wait until there’s another one.”

“Going to need a bigger tub.” Fred winks.

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[cosmos-coma]

Metal’s Delicate Touch- Part 3

A/N: Muahaha, this was probably my most excitedly typed chapter when I was typing this series up. Have fun and feel the angst!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,383

Summary: A team of armed men comes in search of Bucky... and Bucky comes too late. 

Warnings: Guns, Held at gunpoint, blood, Injury/broken bones (not extreme), angst, language, general intense situations, Bucky slipping into the winter soldier

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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You stayed in the apartment a few days more, both not knowing what to do next and... hoping he might still come back. After some days though, your mind finally rolled around to accepting this loss, even if your heart did not. 

You tugged Bucky’s jacket tighter around your shoulders, taking in his scent as it embraced you with warmer memories. You had just finished putting the dishes away when you heard a heavy knock on the apartment door.

Your heart skipped as you looked toward the sound, “Bucky..?” you whispered, your words full of hope as you quickly padded towards the door. Your hand excitedly reached out for the handle when you paused, ‘But… Bucky wouldn’t have to knock,’ you thought to yourself. 

Another heavy-handed knock rattled the door, much more impatient this time. You pulled your hand to your chest and backed away with soft steps- This wasn’t Bucky…. Your stomach dropped like a stone in the ocean as a terrible feeling washed over you. 

Multiple voices spoke from beyond the door, ‘three of them… no-six?’ it was hard to get an accurate reading with your heartbeat rushing in your years. With no answer to sate them, the people outside grew quiet for a moment.

Your breath caught in your throat, forcing you into a shaken silence. Your whole body was rigid with a fear your brain didn't understand, but the rest of your body did. You were a prey animal hiding in its den, playing a game with the predators outside called ‘Are you still there?’.

Your conscious mind told you to back away from the door, that maybe you could escape from the balcony. Your bare feet stepped backward carefully, your eyes never straying the door until…

Clang.

Your mug falls onto the hard surface of the table as you back into it- it didn’t break, but it didn’t matter. That single noise was almost deafening in the absolute silence of the room and your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the predators outside. 

A few brief seconds passed before your door was rammed in, wood splintering into the room, and four men dressed in all-black military fatigues filed in. They held their guns at the ready and you suspected there was only more of the same standing outside. A patch saying ‘STRIKE’ with a blocky-looking eagle adorned each person's arms, but you couldn’t recognize the logo. 

“Where the fuck is Barnes? Where is he?” the leader of them shouted at you as you got down on your knees. He pulled his tactical mask off, but you still didn’t recognize him from anywhere. “I said, WHERE IS HE?!” He pressed once more, raising his gun until you were staring right down the barrel.

“I DON’T KNOW..!!” you yelled back as tears streamed down your cheeks and your hands raised up. This was the second time in your life, only months apart, that you were being held at gunpoint and the fear was becoming overwhelming.

 “I don’t know! Honest! He- He left days ago!” you said as you wiped your eyes and watched the other men in tactical uniforms search every inch and corner of the apartment before finally seeing that Bucky wasn't here and giving the word to stand down. 

A shaky breath left you as the guns lowered, taking some of the anxiety and giving you a little resolve in return. You weren’t out of the woods yet- not by a mile- but at least you weren't staring down the wrong end of a gun.

“Hey, Commander?” one of the men said, “take a look at this.” Ice ran through your veins as the soldier held up a series of photo booth pictures, all images of Bucky laughing and kissing your cheek as you made funny faces at the camera. As much as it hurt to see the memories of your shared past, you knew that men like this would use anything to get what they want. 

“Well, well, well… It seems our dear Winter Soldier has developed a soft spot.” said the leader, looking over the small line of photos, “I think we can use this… SHIELD won't like us coming back empty-handed anyways.” he said and dropped the photos without care. Your hand shot out to grab them as they fluttered to the ground, but the weight of his boot quickly intercepted you as he stepped down on your fingers with a sickening crack. 

“Ah..!” You winced, retreating your hand back to your chest.

The Commander only held a smug look on his face as he snorted in vicious laughter, “get her into transport. And don’t make me wait.”

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he turned to leave. The three soldiers left had already put their guns away and now pulled out zip ties and a dark bag instead. 

You felt your breath quicken as you slowly got to your feet, looking at the figures that surrounded you. You may be outnumbered and you may not be as strong as them, but damn it- you weren’t about to go out without a fight. 

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Reticence haunted the building as Bucky made his way up the stairwell and back to the apartment you shared. No radio playing music or people chatting in the walkways, even the apartment was silent as he took the final step into your hall. No song, nor heartbeat sounded from the little room, so he had to assume you finally left. But why did it make his chest hurt so much to think about; after all- this is what he wanted isn’t it?

Isn’t it..?

A frown pulled at his lips as he came to the door, kneeling down to get a better look at the large circular indent at its center. “Someone forced their way in…” He mumbled to himself, fear and worry steadily rising in his chest. As he opened the door his worst fears were confirmed. 

The apartment was completely trashed, plates smashed in the kitchen, books and papers thrown about, even- 

Blood. 

Blood spattered here and there around the room, not big enough for a gunshot, but maybe for a vicious hit. At least he knew you hadn’t gone down without a fight. 

‘Dried. It has to be days old,’ he thought silently, something dark and ferocious stirring in him as he looked further at the scene. His breath quickened as his shoulders began to hunch as he paced about the living space, a deadly determination he only knew as the Winter Soldier began to fill him once again. 

Crunch.

He paused, glancing down as he moved his foot away from the sound's origins, finding the shattered radio underneath. Kneeling to pick up its broken body another object caught his eye. Drops of blood ran over the hand-sized column of photos, covering your smiling face and blotting out his shining sun. 

His jaw clenched as his teeth ground against themselves, a quiet rage coursing through every muscle, as he began pulling on his old gear.

He didn’t know why he kept it around- he swore he would never wear it again, never let himself slip back into that mindset. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He tucked the line of photographs into his jacket, right over his heart where it belonged. 

He picked up his hidden stash of weapons from all over the apartment, filling his bag for a new sort of mission. He didn’t come back expecting to go to war- but he had no problem doing so. As he picked up his bag to once again leave a torn-off black and white patch jumped out at him. A blocky depiction of an eagle stared back at him with the word ‘STRIKE’ arching overhead. 

He had seen this logo before, back when Hydra had still been controlling him. He pulled his mask on as he dropped the patch without care- he’d need the rest of his senses dulled if he was going to have the focus to find you.

His heavy footsteps chased out the quiet of the building, causing neighbors to peek out of their doors in frightened curiosity. But he didn’t pay them any mind as he headed out with both rage and direction.  

It was time to visit SHIELD.

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[kingkennny10]

Way of The Triune God

Kenny Mccormick x Gn!Reader

fluffy lil breakfast w kenny oneshot listenin to music, my typical kenny oneshot :( im still a sucker for classic romance tropes established relationship burned pancakes and i love yous 😈

You were always the first to wake up out of the two of you. The sun was peaking through the blinds across from you and Kenny’s shared bed. Carefully as to not wake your lover you got out of bed and stretched making your way groggily to the bathroom. After doing your business and start brushing your teeth the door swings open. This is nothing new for you though, Kenny slowly slots himself behind you wrapping his arms around your waist with closed eyes. He is obviously still tired as he rests his head in the crook of your neck groaning softly. He says something into your neck but you just giggle because you can’t understand him like this. Quickly you finish up brushing your teeth so you can ask what he said. “Whats the matter baby?” You shrug your shoulder to coax him to speak.

“I said, you left me all alone.” He whines along with a pout you catch in the mirror. You can’t help the fond smile that spreads across your lips at your sleepy lover.

“I needed to use the bathroom!?” You stated obviously. He squeezed you close to him and laid a kiss on your shoulder before speaking again.

“Am i making breakfast?” He asked letting you go so he could brush his teeth aswell. You slid past him going for the door.

“No, but you can help me if you like?” You stated now standing in the open doorway. He turned to look at you with sparkles in his eyes. You giggled as he nodded his head frantically. “Well hurry up an finish so I’m not alone then!” You made your way to the kitchen in your shared home and your boyfriend was not far behind.

“What you wanna make honey?” He asked while you looked around in the fridge. He sat himself on the counter next to you waiting patiently for orders.

“ I’m thinkin pancakes eggs and bacon, sound good?” You peeked you head out the fridge holding a half carton of eggs.

“Sounds perfect!” He said with a wide grin. He hopped off the counter to reach in the overhead cabinet grabbing the pancake mix. You place the eggs next to the stove reaching for some pans.

“Is the speaker plugged up?” You ask heading back to the fridge for the bacon and butter. Kenny glanced over to the plug on the other side of the kitchen before walking over to plug in the speaker in question.

“It is now, whos dj?” Kenny asked walking back over to the clean dishes grabbing a big enough bowl to mix the pancakes in.

“Me cause you had it during dinner last night.” You said pulling out your phone after turning on the heat to start the bacon. You already knew what playlist to put on, its a specific one you made that reminds you of him. He hasn’t heard it yet but your sure he will love it. “You can handle the pancakes right?” You asked in a teasing tone, to which he rolled his eyes.

“Of course I can! You remember who cooked dinner last night?” He said grabbing a wisk from the utensils drawer.

“Okay okay, but hurry up cause I’m hungry.” You said finally starting to cook the bacon. You and Kenny worked swiftly in your shared kitchen. Both of you singing to just about every song that came on. You had finished the eggs and bacon while kenny was still making pancakes, you were sitting on the counter behind him watching him sway and sing to the music. Your heart swelled with all the love in the world watching him like this, shirtless in his pajama pants spatula in hand occasionally singing into it like its a microphone. This is who you’d choose to spend the rest of your life with, and you couldn’t be certain but he would spent his with you aswell. The song changed to a current favourite of yours that you’ve heard on tiktok, Way of the triune god. When you heard it you squealed and began to sing along with no shame.

“Baby you know this song!?” Kenny turned back to look at you happily singing along. He had the biggest smile on his face watching you swing your feet singing along. You looked over at him and nodded happily still singing along. He was quick to join you in singing the lyrics, stepping away from the stove to pull you down to dance.

“You know it too?” You asked and he nodded. He spun you around and pulled you back close so he could keep swaying to the music. “I would’ve never guessed you’d enjoy this song too Ken.” You gave him a peck on the lips now humming the lyrics.

“Baby, I’m just a lil redneck boy at heart, how could I not know and love this song.” He said as he dipped you still looking into your eyes. A giggle escaped your smiling lips as you looked up at him.

“Well that’s good cause this song reminds me of you!” You said and he pulled you back up to hold you close again. He let out a short laugh before peppering your face in kisses.

“I love you sweet pea.” He spoke up after he finished his onslaught of kisses. You leaned in to share a more tender loving kiss before looking back into his bright eyes.

“I love you too honey.” You said punctuated with a tight hug. After all but 2 seconds you and him both started to smell burning. “Please tell me that’s not a pancake left on the hot pan.” You lifted your head to look Kenny in the eyes.

“It’s. . . Not. . .” He said wide eyed before he quickly grabbed the pan and rushed to the garbage tossing the contents away while you turned off the stove completely. You sighed and he simply snaked his arms back around your waist swaying you side to side. “Well, ready to eat sugar?”

“Yea, remind me to not play that playlist while your cooking ever again.” You said with a laugh as you grabbed the plates of food. Kenny only pouted as he followed you grabbing the non burnt pancakes.

ive made a decision, not really, idk. i love kenny mccormick and i hope you do too, cause lord knows most my writing ideas are about him :( also i really had to get this one out my system cause i really love this song for some reason and i keep it on my kenny mccormick playlist, enjoy cause who knows what ill post next

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[sailtomarina]

Did you cook this?

I had this same pasta dish for my birthday almost a year ago now and I still can't get over how amazing it was. SACCHETTI ME NOW.

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He placed the plates down before taking the chair beside her, tugging at his collar and clearing his throat in clear agitation. As far as Hermione could tell, everything seemed perfect. The plating was immaculate and the wine superb—not that she expected any different. As she took her first bite under his intense scrutiny, she couldn’t stop her eyes from sliding shut as the flavors seared through her.

“Did you cook this?”

He nodded. “Do you like it?”

“Draco, this pasta might be the singular best thing to pass my lips that I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing.”

“I’ll try not to take that personally,” he said with a suggestive smirk.

“What is it called? I don’t think I’ve ever had pasta like this. Is it some kind of ravioli?”

“The dish is sacchetti al cinghiale, a boar and mushroom pasta. Do you see how the noodles look like little pouches?”

Hermione nodded as she inspected one on her fork, before devouring the parcel with a shudder of delight.

“They’re filled with mushrooms, right, if this meat on the outside is the boar? And this sauce—”

“Truffles and cream, but not so much to overwhelm the dish which is already rich as it is.”

Dipping a finger into the plate, she lifted a coated digit and sucked on it as she moaned. Sly eyes peered out from heavy lashes. Her cheeks hollowed out even though Draco knew not a drop of sauce remained.

“Hermione—”

Removing her finger with a light ‘pop’, she grinned at the want in his voice.

“Is something the matter?”

He shook his head with a rueful smile before tucking into his own meal. Normally, Hermione would have pounced on him right then for another tabletop session, but the sacchetti really was too good to ignore. She wasn’t lying when she praised it as one of the best things she’d ever eaten in recent memory, and the fact that Draco Malfoy made it for her? She’d be damned if she let such a masterpiece go without the proper adulations.

The wine flowed as generously as their discourse, and they cleared their plates in what might have been considered an embarrassingly swift time. True to his upbringing, not a single dish exceeded their capabilities to finish in a single sitting. She was pleasantly satisfied rather than uncomfortably full. All that was left was dessert.

Hermione fiddled in her chair as he vanished once more into the kitchen. Draco knew her passion for crime brûlée, and she had a good feeling that his would impress her just as much as the main dish.

She started when a small silver spoon materialized in front of her, the recently transfigured ‘G’ of her surname glinting on the handle. The moment Hermione’s fingertips brushed its surface, she felt a familiar tug at her navel before landing onto a flurry of pillows outside in the warm summer night.

“Glad you could make it.”

Her eyes fixated on the tall figure standing with a crystal bowl in each hand.

“Not that I’m complaining, but were all the theatrics to get me out here strictly necessary?”

He laughed as he joined her on the blanket, handing her a bowl as he answered. “No, but Theo begged me to try out his latest work and I figured you could help me with the feedback.”

“It was ridiculously smooth. I didn’t even have to hold the spoon, just touch it.” She waggled the aforementioned utensil in his face before dipping it into the dark orange sorbet (sigh, not crème brûlée). A burst of sweet and tangy citrus hit her tongue.

“Blood orange!”

Her exclamation was cut off by the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the coolness of her tongue. He chuckled as he nipped her lips a final time before pulling back.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself from getting a taste.”

She pouted at the separation, but also at his greed. “Don’t you have your own?”

“This one’s limoncello gelato.” Eating his own spoonful, he raised a brow at her in expectation.

Hermione carefully set aside her dish under stasis before straddling his lap. “I suggest you set yours aside as well.”

He obeyed quickly. He knew a pleased Hermione meant a very pleased Draco. She shoved him backwards to flop onto the pillows and descended on him with her questing tongue. She hummed in pleasure at what she tasted.

“I’ve never had limoncello before, but you can now consider me a fan.” She cut off his quiet laugh with another kiss and tugged at his hair. “I think, however, an apéritif is in order.”

This time, he was the one to break free and correct her.

“You have it backwards, Granger. The gelato is the apéritif leading up to you.” Arms engulfed her before rolling them both over so she now looked up at him. “Nothing I’ve served tonight has or will ever compare to you.”

It wasn’t until much later they realized Draco had not cast a stasis charm on his gelato, which had unfortunately melted into an unappealing yellow puddle. Suggestions of repurposing the liquid for further foreplay were met with firm denial, and he instead shared the remaining sorbet with a reluctant Hermione. If anyone considered him selfish, they had obviously never truly known the curly-haired witch.

She was generous, yes, in her attention and affection. But selfless? No. Hermione wanted what she deserved, and what she deserved was simply everything, Draco included. Who was he to deny her?

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Wordcount: 918 Prompt: Did you cook this?

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[absolutebl]

Similar to the mame question- I, seeking some clarification about 2moons. How to watch, why is there cast change? I keep seeing about “passing” a couple that is now in triage???

I’m confused.

What Happened With The 2 Moons Franchise? 

How to watch? Last I checked both 2 Moons & 2 Moons 2 were available on YouTube. 

First thing to know, 2 Moons is probubly one of the most popular y-novels ever written. It's responsible for the freshman popularity contest trope, the pink milk trope, and the clear umbrella trope in Thai BL. It features 3 couples and 2 friendship groups. Older boys, 3 of whom (Pha, Kit, Beam) are best friends and medical students (the wild doctors), and one who is an engineering outsider (Forth). And the 2 younger boy besties (Ming & Yo) who enter university and the moon popularity contest and cause a sensation. 

Second thing is, as of its 2017 release 2 Moons original was the first genuine sweet high production Thai BL, it had none of the bully harshness of SOTUS and none of the messy high school soapyness of Love Sick or Make it Right. 

The character couples are: 

PhaYo - the leads, pining since high school, mutual crush, stern older and innocent blushing maiden pure boi, first played by GodBas then by BenEarth

MingKit - the best friends of the above, the player flirt younger man (Yo's bestie) and the sharp harsh older boy (Pha's bestie) first played by KimCop then by JoonNine AKA J9

ForthBeam - these two are friends-to-lovers, one-night-stand, pick-up couple (initially Forth wants Yo) and the highest heat of the couples, first played by TaeTee then by PavelDome 

The differences between the 2 installments?

2 Moons 2017 - focuses almost entirely on PhaYo with only a little bit of flirtation between MingKit and no ForthBeam really at all. PahYo get together but it ends on a cliffhanger. 

2 Moons 2 2019 covers EXACTLY the same ground as 2 Moons only faster (lie cliffs notes) but then adds to the story and significantly expands on the side dishes. Both MingKit and ForthBeam get completed story arcs. PhaYo get together but end on a cliffhanger... again. Since I couldn’t really care less about PhaYo, but I love ForthBeam, this is my favorite. 

Unless you really like the PhaYo dynamic and prefer those actors (I do think they are a better PhaYo) you can skip the first installment and just watch 2 Moons 2. Although the fan subber for the original, PinkMilk, is very cute with the commentary. And you might want to watch to familiarize yourself with the side actors (more to come on them). 

Why the Cast change?

2 Moons - first installment, features Bas and God in the lead roles. The cast fell apart (mismanagement? studio conflict? inability to handle the fandom? all of the above?) It was early on in the Thai BL industry days so *shrug* God was already popular and well known, so he could walk away. 

I think this crisis is partly responsible for the Thai studio obsession with casting unknowns in BL roles going forward (the studio has more power). The flip side was the pair branding thing which is basically code for: the boys know what they are in for and are OK with it so long as they are together. 

2 Moons 2 - fell apart also, again we aren’t sure why, but there were accusations of bullying, mismanagement, actor abuse and a lot more - the director’s follow up BL Call It What You Want (which, like Lovely Writer takes the BL industry to task) is rumored to be a commentary/expose on 2m2. He also directed the documentary BL: Broken Fantasy. 

The Actors - 2 Moons

The original Pha, God, left the production for unknown reasons. (rumors suggest he did not like the IRL shipping drama) God was a very popular model before he got the role and continues to be a popular actor in Thailand. 

The original Yo, Bas, went on to become a staple of Star Hunter and has been in a number of BLs. He's been paired with various other actors (Dun in Gen Y, Perth in Tell, etc...)

The original MingKit went on to become BL power couple KimCop:

They actually seem pretty cool as a pair. They’re supportive of queer advocacy, co-brand in a classy way, but are pretty restrained about everything. They’ve gone on to anchor multiple BLs at this juncture and don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Copter identifies as gender non-conforming, they/them. 

The original ForthBeam weren’t really depicted as a couple at all in the series but then they did a microfilm together, Triage, which everyone got very excited about. Fortunately for us, that microfilm got made into a full length show (airing mid 2022). They don’t seem to be showing any signs of pair-branding though. 

The Actors - 2 Moons 2 

The PhaYo pairing - Earth & Ben definitely had a rift. Ben doesn’t seem to be around/interested in the industry anymore, Earth is appearing in My Secret Love. 

The MingKit pairing - J9 were clearly very close friends, but Nine is half Chinese and has gone to China to become a Cpop idol. Joon joined GMMTV and just starred in Star in My Mind. 

The ForthBeam pairing - Pavel is supposed to have a new BL this year and Dome was rumored to have one as well. I don’t think we will see them together as a pair again. Pavel is particularly industry savvy and intentional in his marketing, I don’t think co-branding is something he’ll actively pursue. Although he’s happy to play the game for promo. 

(source) 

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You talk about how Beel was horrible to Jinx at some point. Maybe a small drabble or just short fic about it? I wanna see Beel be awful and see Jinx in pain because I love them

AM I SORRY IT TOOK SO GOD DAMNED LONG. But here it is :)

Under the cut is the entire mini fic. Trigger Warning for:

Self Harm references | Eating disorders | emotional/mental/physical abuse | something tot he effect of sexual abuse but not really? | shes generally not comfortable with his touch here and hes fully aware of it | beel just kinda sucks here but we still love Book 1 Beel :)

He keeps track of her eating schedules throughout the week. From Sunday to Saturday he catalogs every morsel that passes her teeth in particular details. He makes note of how many times he’s caught her purging and binging. He hangs his results on the door in his bedroom, and by the way he always looks, it’s never good.

A permanent frown curses Beelzebub’s face whenever the topic shifts to eating between the two. He can’t help it himself, the constant need to eat is something his entire life is built around. How he manages to work out between meals is anyone’s guess, but if anyone had a good idea of it, Jinx would be that person.

At 6AM sharp every morning he comes to her room and knocks loudly. Then he opens the door and flicks her lights on, demanding she get to her feet and prepare for their jog. He waits by the door, arms crossed, his eyebrows knitted down in annoyance as she shuffles about the room getting her things in order. Beelzebub likes it better this way. She doesn’t complain or protest nearly as much when she doesn’t have the energy for it.

They finish their morning jog in about 30 minutes or less, if she can handle that far. He’s been lucky enough to jog so early in the morning. He could remember the first few times they jogged together. Jinx was so exhausted and low on energy that she managed to pass out. It took Beelzebub five minutes to realize she was no longer there and back tracked to find her disoriented on the ground. Her punishment was to eat a full breakfast that morning.

On a regular day like this, she would blend fruits and yogurt together and drink that, saying it was “sort of like eating”. It only managed to impress Beelzebub for as long as he was able to drink it with her. She would spend longer in the kitchen cooking breakfast- usually a task left to Lucifer but she promised to help out in the house some ways. He’d allow it once he saw the beautiful spread of dishes across their table most mornings. Jinx always seemed happy to serve breakfast. The past was no different, though Beelzebub and Mammon often questioned why she never shared a plate at the table.

“Oh! I ate all while cooking- just to taste test everything. I’ve had my share.”

Unfortunately for everyone else, it was enough. For Beelzebub, it never was.

After breakfast one of the brothers would offer to clean the dishes for her- but she would always insist on it herself. Lucifer decided to put it to a day when each of them would help– and Beelzebub loved Fridays. He’d stand next to her, a little system in order where he would scrub the dishes clean before passing them to her. She would rinse and dry them before setting them on a rack. Occasionally they would switch sides and he would see just how long it would take for her to complain of soreness from so much scrubbing.

”You should eat and work out more. It would give you more energy.” He would say.

Trips to the gym were not so rare that she couldn’t predict them, but were rare enough that she was never prepared for them. It would never help that he would force her into the gym by convincing her they were doing light things for that day. Light for him however. For someone who barely weighed a 100lbs, the tiresome workouts would leave her so fatigued it had other demons turning their heads. Jinx would always return home and hit the showers with Beelzebub. From there she would lay in the tub and he would scrub and massage every inch of her. No matter how much she squirmed under him, he caught a sense of sick pleasure watching the unease crawl up her throat, knowing she wouldn’t speak out of turn for appearing “weak” before him. A demon can smell fear enough as is.

Beelzebub kept track of her eating habits since they’ve fallen into new routines. While not nearly as much as he’d hope, there were some vestiges of hope for her yet. He was sure that her binging was contributing to it all, but the lack of purging was becoming more apparent. He would have been coming to her door for the late afternoon snack but was disappointed to find her not in her room resting or using some silly form of time-wasting. As he wandered the halls of his home, lips permanently pulled downwards, he found a bundle of pink hair passing into the living room. When he peaked in he found a handful of his brothers sitting around the couch and coffee table, all facing the TV.

There was Leviathan, sitting on the end of the couch with his knees to his chest, full attention on the handheld in his palms. Jin, her twin brother, was playing a game of poker with Mammon, betting a few grimm at a time. Lucifer was setting up the table with snacks, and then turned to Jinx to ask her a few questions. He poked his head out from behind her hips and his gaze landed upon his youngest brother. ”He always comes to the smell of food. Nevermind then.” he sighs.

Jinx turns and looks at Beelzebub and immediately sweat forms on her forehead. It’s as if all the energy in her was drained by the sight of him. Her eyes were sunken and her stance slouched a bit. A movie night, he figured. He glanced at the TV seeing an older classic action movie paused at its title card. Ah, they were about to start too.

”I’ll be right back, actually. I left my phone in the kitchen when I was making the popcorn.” And with that, Jinx hurriedly moved past Beelzebub’s frame. He hadn’t bothered to move out of her way, eyes fixed on the small of her torso with a panging irritation. Just why in the hell did she refuse to eat?

”Oi Beel! Don’t you even think of eating all the snacks this time! We made you your own portion so don’t go takin’ mine!” Mammon called back.

Beelzebub smiled warmly at his older brother before remarking that he’d only take it if he didn’t want anymore. Speaking particularly slowly so that Jin could steal a glance at his hand and nearly chuckled at the revelation.

Jin puffed out his chest, proud and reassured in his victory. ”I say you can have my entire bag, dude. Why not? I’ll have enough grimm to buy more for myself at this game anyway!” With that, the two returned to their game. Lucifer looked back to Leviathan as he plopped himself on to the couch. He had a raised eyebrow, eyeing him and his handheld for a moment before prattling on about not playing that all through the movie. Mindless chatter while waiting for their last guest to arrive for their seating, Beelzebub stood in the doorway and waited.

And he waited. And he waited a bit more. Then he slipped out into the hallway. From the moment he laid eyes on Jinx proper in the living room he felt a storm brewing under his skin. This day he would make her eat her share, and hopefully that emptiness in her stomach would finally be full, so he could finally have peace of mind.

As he stalked down the hallway with his hands jammed into his pocket, he came across Jinx staggering towards the kitchen. He waited a bit behind, opting to be silent while he watched. Her tiny figure used the support of the wall and sheer willpower to trek on, but it was clear to Beelzebub what was going to happen. The irritation embedded in him was flaring up and all he could do was watch as she stumbled, knocked into a drawer before collapsing to the ground. The valuable vase sitting atop the drawer rumbled before crashing as well, some of the ceramic scratching against her dark skin.

Beelzebub watched, indifferent.

He moved around her tired little body and stared. She must have been binging in front of him, and when he was off to sleep, purging her contents in the bathroom, far from his room. He knelt down and forcibly turned her on to her front , shaking her to consciousness. Dazed with little to say, she was making sense of her surroundings. Beelzebub thought it was a show.

”Get up already. We’re all waiting for you to come watch the movie.”

”Movie…?” She muttered. ”Oh, right… Sorry.” It’s annoying. You always do this. You should eat. All these words bounced around in Beelzebub’s head, but none of them fit his anger at that moment. He gripped her by her shirt and hoisted her to her feet. Then he shoved her, unconcerned when she stumbled again and fell on her back. When she did not get up, he walked around and stared down at her, unimpressed. Then he walked down to the kitchen, unbothered by her little “stunt”. As he was returning he heard footsteps. Then shouting.

Unphased he continued until he found Jin kneeling beside his sister, lifting her head. Mammon and Lucifer were not far behind, the latter preparing his phone to make a quick call. All Beelzebub did was stand back and wait.

A day had passed since then, and although he expected to get chewed out by Lucifer over this, he was more surprised to see that they were focusing all their effort on getting Jinx back to the human realm. Something about a mental institution. The details were hazy as he downed bag after bag of snacks during the family meeting. He didn’t care one way or another if she went or not. If she went, she would go to learn to eat. If she stayed, he would force her to do it. So when in favor of her going home, he lifted his hand before returning to his snacks.

The aloof attitude struck Lucifer suspicious but he held his tongue.

In the days following the final decision Beelzebub made his way to Jinx’s bedroom. When he opened the door most of the items decorating the space were still laying back, but her closet had been emptied and a few items were stuffed in her suitcase. She was sitting on the small sofa faced away from the door. He heard the sound of scissors open and close before silently shutting the door behind him. Another one of her stupid art projects, he assumed.

He stood blank faced as she walked through the portal, the tiny sorcerer and tall pinkette brother in tow. He waved his goodbyes instead of speaking, and just after Jinx disappeared back to the human realm, he left for the kitchen. If she’d ever return or not was squarely up to her now. Beelzebub never felt so free.

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Blissful Dreams

More Kaiju Ash stuff!! They had a really nice dream.

Blissful Dreams

I sat up with a start. Falling asleep hunched over was unlike me. It was dangerous for them. At least I thought that until I looked around me. I was in a kitchen, a normal human sized kitchen. With a table that was bought from a low cost furniture website. There were three chairs around it, mine wobbled as I shifted in it. I’d taken that one so the others wouldn’t be distracted.

I took in the room slowly. Cabinets, a few with handles that didn’t match. A mess of dishes leftover, Delphia wouldn’t let us clean them when it was her turn even when her health was bad. I climbed to my feet, expecting the vision to fall apart. It didn’t, I was standing in the kitchen I hadn’t seen in so long, that I barely remembered. 

I rushed to the toaster, grabbing it in my shaky hands. I was me, I was human. My eyes weren’t glowing, my skin was just skin. I took my hand off the toaster, no claws and no weird coating to my skin on them. I looked over my shoulder, the tail I frequently forgot existed was gone too. I nearly fell to my knees, I was human. I prayed that this was the reality, not that nightmare.

“Ash, what are you doing?” Alessia said. I turned around, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was there, she was there and I wasn’t staring down at my feet to see her. She was rubbing her eyes, she must have just woken up. “It’s early, Del’s still asleep. If you’re cleaning up we better share the blame. I’ll help.”

I walked over to her, admiring the woman I could see. The woman who was looking up at me with a smile I never thought I’d see this clearly again. She looked at me with a  kindness I had always adored. She met my eyes and it felt amazing to know she could see me without an issue. I took her face in my hands. I saw the brief confusion on her face, but I didn’t care. I leaned forward slowly until I was only a twitch from contact. I felt her breath on my skin, a normal feeling I never thought I’d miss.

“Ash, is everything-” she started. I lost myself hearing her voice and knowing the whispers were for me. I captured her lips and kissed her deeply. She made a noise, but quickly returned it. The taste was different, nothing like the hints left when I kissed them in that dream. I didn’t stop until she started to pull away. I looked at her panting for breath, I loved her so much. “Well that’s a way to wake up. I know you’re leaving soon, but we’re going to wait for you.”

I had things to say. It must be just before I leave, the dream was maybe warning me. Telling me not to go. I wouldn’t, I’d stay right here. Before I could tell her we heard faint coughing down the hall. I looked in her eyes, the worry clearer than I’d seen in so long. I put a hand on her head before walking off. Delphia was sick right now. I pushed the slightly open door to see her sitting up in bed recovering from a coughing fit.

“Ash, did I wake you up with my cough? I’m fine it was just from swallowing wrong I swear,” she smiled. I knew she was lying. She always lied about her cough. I walked in and kneeled in front of her. I was looking up at her, my neck was craned. I never thought this feeling would be quite so wonderful. She smiled at me, a smile I could see with clarity I adored. “Maybe I’ll let you help me, but only because you’re going to leave soon.”

I didn’t say a word. I put my hands on her cheeks, felt them heat up under my touch. She leaned forward without me having to try and force it. I started the kiss, soft at first. The feeling of her lips on mine, meeting with mine not a small spot of them, made me lose myself. I deepened the kiss, taking in her taste as I selfishly sought what I’d missed. A cough started to break through that made me let her go. Once she’d stopped I captured her lips again.

I felt arms wrap around me. It was enough to make me cry as Alessia pressed her cheek against mine. I wanted this. I needed this. I wanted to have these feelings, tastes, places back. She sighed in my ear, Delphia giggled.

“No fair, I only got one kiss this morning,” Alessia pouted. Delphia tapped my shoulders and I relented. She slid off the bed to kneel on the ground with me. I pulled her into a tight hug.. I placed a hand on Alessia’s other cheek as I leaned into her. The women I loved, a size I could show how I feel and not hurt them. 

“You’re crying Ash, what’s wrong?” Delphia whispered. I shook my head, I couldn’t tell them. I couldn’t risk this being the dream. I wanted that world where I’d hurt so many to be a nightmare. I felt the arms around me tighten.

“I know you’re supposed to leave today, but you don’t have to. We’re fine like this, there’s plenty of things to do. We don’t need anything else.” Alessia nuzzled me as she spoke. 

“I won’t go,” I whispered. Both of them made a noise like they didn’t hear. I felt the tears on my face as I realized they didn’t hear me. I can speak normally. “I’m not going, I’m staying here.”

Delphia slid her arms around me and leaned into my chest. Alessia pulled me tighter against her. I cried more, I missed this. The feeling of holding and being held. I loved them so much, they were safe with me like this. We were safe and human together. I didn’t want this to end, I needed this not to end.

“Ash, you’ve been weird this morning. Was it a dream?” Delphia asked. I nodded, the words to describe it didn’t exist. The way my mind worked in that dream didn’t even feel real.

��Tell us about it. I bet I can scare off whatever bothered you in it,” Alessia promised. She leaned into me more. I rested my head on top of Delphia’s. I shook my head, I couldn’t tell them. “Well if you change your mind we’re always here.”

Her arms loosened and started to leave me. I grabbed her hands in a panic. “Don’t go.”

“Ash…” They said it together. The arms that started to leave me came back tighter. Slowly Alessia guided us to lay on the floor together. I wanted this for longer than I realized. The feeling of them with me, holding me. The feeling of holding them in my arms.

“If…” They both made a noise, they were listening. “The dream… In it I was something awful, I’d done awful things. I… It only happened because I went… because I left today.”

“Maybe it was protecting you, reminding you it’s ok to stay. Besides I bet none of those awful things were on purpose.” Delphia moved to look up at me. She freed one of her hands to reach up to my face. I felt her wipe away tears. “If dream us were mad at you or hated you then it was just a nightmare.”

“She’s right.” Alessia’s arms tightened again. I let a sob escape me. “Nothing would make us stop loving each other. Forever and after, right?”

I laughed, I laughed loudly. I had forgotten all about that in the dream. That monster version of me didn’t remember so much. The day I moved in, we said vows just to each other. We’ll be together, we’ll love and accept each other, forever and after. Both women joined in my laugh. I couldn’t remember a time as that monster that I was this happy.

Ash!

I jumped, neither said my name. I swore I heard it. 

“Oh right, Rhys gave me some strawberry syrup, I can make pancakes today,” Delphia laughed.

Ash wake up!

“He’ll be jealous, you’re teaching Vincent the recipe right?”

You need to wake up!

“He hates the idea, but he’s doing it. Swears it’s not because he wants to make Rhys something special on his birthday.”

Ash! Ash!

I was awake, I was at home. I was where I belonged. I tightened my arms around Delphia, she responded in kind. I loved them both so much.

“Maybe we could ask Vitus and Dabria to water the plants and go on a trip since you’re staying home Ash.”

Ash, we need you to wake up! You need to-

I snapped my eyes open as Alessia’s scream started. I watched her small body falling, my vines responded before I could think. She was caught on a cushioned platform just within my sight. I felt my heart race as I realized the reality was the monster. Alessia fell from the small… the high cliff. It was a massive drop to them, I had to remember that. I felt my eyes widen as Delphia jumped off to join her. My vines created a safe slide down for her.

I watched as they helped each other stay standing as they looked at me. I never had dreams quite so real. I didn’t know why they were struggling to stand. I heard the thumping over my own pounding heart. My tail… the only part of my change I could forget about. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. The thumping slowed until it finally stopped. I frowned as I looked over the two miniscule women.

“Well now we know you’ll wake up if we call out to you,” Alessia laughed. I grimaced. Delphia came closer and held an arm out to me.

“You’re crying… Your tears have a faint glow too. It’s the color of your other eye though. Green cries blue, blue cries green. Was it a nightmare?” Delphia said. I swallowed the lump in my throat to try and talk. I could still feel them around me. I wanted to hold them again, to see them nearly my height, not like ants. I shook my head.

“I…” I started. They didn’t flinch, they didn’t panic. I knew my voice was louder than usual. They accepted it. “It was a good dream, a very good dream.”

I closed my eyes, that was enough. They didn’t need to know the pain I felt waking up. I moved one of my arms, a shadow had already covered them from just that. I brought it close, they didn’t react to it. I pressed my finger against them. They leaned against me, that feeling from my dream felt so real. I missed it so much.

“Ash, what aren’t you telling us?” Alessia asked. She knew I wouldn’t say it easily. She stepped closer to the edge, looking at me with a face I wished was even clearer. I wished it wasn’t something about being this monster that made me able to see her and Delphia clearly. That I hadn’t almost forgotten what humans were… that I was one.

“Ash, please just tell us. You know we’re here for you-” Delphia tried. 

“Forever and after,” I mumbled. I saw the smiles I loved when I said that. I curled my finger slightly and pressed into them more. “I miss holding you… being held. Our lives. You should go home, forget me.”

I watched as they whispered to each other. They should go back to their lives, the ones they can build without me. I was this monster, not them. I didn’t even know if anyone else knew about this trip. If someone else might come after them. I’d honestly forgotten all of the others, the lives that interlocked with our own.

I pulled my hand away from them. I felt their hands try to grab me, but I knew it would be better to pull away. I could send them to the entrance to the forest, I could block it off. Stop humans from ever coming here again. I froze when their hands grabbed my claw and let me drag them along.

“Nope, we’re not leaving. We do need to do something so you can have those dreams while we try to fix this,” Alessia smirked. I shook my head a bit, that wasn’t an option.

“Ash, can’t you reinforce the lab with your vines? Then we’ll have a safe spot while you have those dreams. We can’t make them real, but you should be able to have them without worrying,” Delphia smiled. I could, but there was no promise they’d stay. We didn’t know if it reached other areas too. “Then again, we should probably test cutting your vines. It wouldn’t be worth it if it hurts you, we don’t even know how they react when cut.”

I decided to sit up. Slowly I pushed myself up off the ground. The two women held tightly to my finger as I moved. It was a bit weird to sit hunched over so they could keep my finger with them. I told the vines to bring them higher, it didn’t stop until they were at my chest. I decided I’d run my own test, slipping two fingers below the vines they sat on. I lifted my finger up and gently tugged to free their grip. 

Once I was sure they had let go I pulled my hand away completely. There they were, ant sized humans on my fingers. The platforms the vines made were always large enough to sit on one of my own fingertips. I knew it was my own selfishness. I wanted to hold them even when it was hard. Usually the vines connected to me when I held the platforms I made. This time I grabbed the strand instead. I slowly dug my claws into the thick vegetation until it had ripped apart. I didn’t even feel it.

Carefully I moved to set them down. I pushed their platform off of my finger. It was free from my control, I could feel the loss. It was minor, it didn’t change anything. I knew it was gone though. I tried to call for it, to remove it from them, but it couldn’t be reached. I shifted my gaze to the small broken building. It was still hard to believe I ever fit in there, despite the women staring at me.

I called vines to surround it and lift it from the ground. I closed my eyes, asking for it to reinforce the building. Once I felt sure they listened I opened my eyes again. The small building had spots filled with my vines. The spots I’d destroyed as I grew. I grabbed the vine linking it to me and slowly tore it free once more. This one I felt more, not enough for it to matter. I carefully set the building down before releasing a sigh.

“Ash!” Delphia and Alessia called to me. I leaned closer, dreading that all encompassing shadow of mine. The glow of my eyes seemed stronger lately and worked as spotlights for the two.

“Did that hurt?” Delphia asked.

“Don’t just do things! Talk to us. Forever and after, right?” Alessia whined. I knew they wanted to know my thoughts. I knew I should tell them, but it hurt. It hurt to know how unsafe I was. All the things I couldn’t do again. I closed my eyes again, picturing that home I would never see again. Two gasps pulled me from my mind.

I stared in awe at the small home that formed in front of them. I leaned forward, the house already moving to be high enough I could see. The memories I had mimicked with vines right in front of me. I couldn’t see as much detail as I would have liked, but it was enough. I repeated the process of separating the vines from me one last time. This time, I felt pain. A pain of acceptance that my life wouldn’t ever reach a place like this again. I slid the home off my fingers, in front of the two women I knew should leave. The two I selfishly wanted to stay with me.

I watched them walk in, I could hear their awe. I just watched where I knew they were. I wished I could be there with them. I wished I could hold them. That image in my mind hurt my heart. Slowly I shifted to lay on my side once more. I wouldn’t be able to do much either way. Suddenly a feeling spread over me, one I never thought I’d feel again. I felt fresh tears spill from my eyes.

“Ash!” Alessia was breathless as she called me. “Did you feel that?!”

I gave a look that said all she needed. She ran back to the home. Next thing I knew I felt a light kiss on my cheek, something I knew was impossible. I raised a hand to my face, touching the spot looking for some understanding. I heard excited shouts from the house my vines made. Finally Delphia and Alessia were out in the open again. They stared at me with smiles.

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but in the house vines that looked like you appeared. I hugged it, then Alessia kissed its cheek. You… you could feel it,” Delphia explained. I gasped. “You may not be able to feel us the same, but we have a way to hold you now. I miss it too, Ash.”

“We both do. I’m going to find some way to fix this in that lab. A lot more was still fine in there than we thought. We’ll figure this out, even if we don’t we’re here for good Ash. Forever and after.”

I smiled, “...forever and after…”

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