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fluloa · 1 year
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WET | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 1]
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“Again.”
You grunt, arms tired and soar, and you feel like crying. Sometimes— no, all the time, you wished that anyone else was your teacher instead of Jake. Who cares if he was once a human as well? He hasn't been one in years and if you were honest, he's more harsher than the actual natives. You've heard that when he was a younger na'vi, he was a bit of a troublemaker. Which is why you're so confused as to why he always has a stick up his fucking ass with you.
Some of your braids fall in front of your face as you look down, shoulders sinking, "But—"
"No buts," Jake sterns, gripping at your forearm and shoving it upwards to which you whine at, "arms up."
With a whimper, you stretch out the bow, back twinging in pain as the dips of your fingers sting. Jake moves, eyeing you from a different angle before gliding behind you. He surprises you when he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you yelp out. His grip is hard.
"Your back needs to be straight like this." He teaches, demonstrating your now straightened back that is pushed up against his torso. "Not hunched over like this," he pushes your shoulder forward, setting your back into the position you were before.
The thing was, Jake had a very physical type of communication. Something that annoyed you and gave you a shameful amount of pleasure at the same time.
"Otherwise, the strength in your pullback is weakened." He steps back with a click of his tongue, "thought you already learned that, girl."
That nickname again. God, you didn't know why, but it did something to you. Made something swirl hot in the pit of your stomach. Just the deep husk of his voice brewing out the word—
You blink, a quick shake of your head and a flick of your tail and you can feel his gaze burn into your head.
"What is it?"
You turn to him, analysing the look on his face and it's something that you can't put your finger on. You hope it isn't disappointment. You clear your throat, "what is what?"
His eyebrows crease together into a frown before they raise against his forehead. "You're unfocused. Distracted. Like you've got something on your mind."
"I don't," you say, scratching an itchy place on your arm as you try your best to keep your face plain.
"You do. Spit it out," he demands, folding his arms and you can't help but let your eyes flicker to the thick bulge of them. He catches the motion. His eyebrows raise again, but this time it's for a different reason. He circles you again, but this time, it's for a different reason. "You look flustered," he comments, and you swear you see the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.
"I'm not," you rush, eyes widened and heart picking up a hundred times pace.
Jake stops behind you again, tilting his head as you eye him from the side. The warmth of his breath fans against your neck. "You are." He whispers, his tone low and it sends goosebumps through your body. "What? You need a release?"
He says it so casually that it makes you almost choke on your own spit.
"I don't understand, sir." You feel heat rise to your cheeks, head spinning as you try and contemplate what he had just said.
"Not that much to understand. A release is a release." He shrugs, "Not that hard to give it to you. Just gotta tell me if you want it."
Your body is hot. Like, really hot. You feel like you'll explode in any second, and you're not sure if it's in a good or a bad way. You finally meekly turn your head around to see him staring down at you, his eyes relaxed with his jaw set loose. It's intimidating. He really thinks this is normal. You let your eyes slip, flicking to the sweet curve of his lips and that's when he knows.
He pushes you to the closest tree with his hand gripped at your upper arm, and it’s like you’re entranced to just let him do it. Your back hits the tree, its rough bark spiking your skin. You feel the urge to sink your head down into its trunk when Jake leans over, scooping his fingers under your hair and cupping your neck. He pulls you up, sealing his lips to yours and you’re almost rising on your toes from his grip. His other hand glides to support the side of your thigh, fingers rough as they dig into the plush of your skin and never relax. His lips are smooth, melting against yours when he slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s the opposite of chaste as he molds you with the skilful flick of his tongue, holding the back of your head with a heavy hand and beginning to rub gentle circles with his fingers on your thigh.
It’s enough to have the hot swirl spend in your stomach, enough to have you panting and wanting more. Your hands finally pick up enough courage to place them on his shoulders, not without the jitter of your fingers and you can feel a quiet scoff come from him. Dickhead. He probably thinks this is some kind of game, that you’re just a little piece of entertainment for him to end the day. Your thoughts crumble when he suddenly pushes your thigh up, jutting you against him as he wraps your leg around his waist.
His hand finds your lower stomach, resting there for a moment as his fingers curl against your small pouch. Then, his hand slips down, catches onto the mangy material of your loincloth, and he finally breaks your mouth from his. A string of saliva thins and sticks to the bottom of your lip, your chest rising quickly and your breath uneven.
He wipes it for you with the flat of his thumb, then dips it into his own mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the heat between your thighs begin to moisture. With his eyes still on you, his fingers dive, picking up the front of your loincloth and flipping it to sit at your thigh. Your connected gaze breaks when his eyes flicker to your lower body, a glimpse of his eyes twitching wide for a second and you feel a wave of embarrassment creep over you.
“Fuck, isn’t that a pretty little sight.” He mutters, then looking at your loin cloth, then back up to you. “Take it off.”
You lay there for a second, heart racing and cheeks warm. He snaps you into action when his head tilts, an action you’ve come to learn as ‘did you not just hear what I said or do I have to make you hear it?’
Finally, the loincloth falls loose, sliding down your hips and onto the ground. Immediately, his thumb is on your clit, circling the bud teasingly and painfully slow. His other hand holds your hip, keeping you comfy in between the tree and himself. He watches you with curious eyes, catching the way your breath hitches and the way your lips fall split.
Two fingers lather down your split, feathering at your folds and experimentally teasing around your entrance. “You always get this wet?” He breathily asks, and you can’t tell if the question is out of proper impressment or just plain teasing. When he doesn’t see you answering, his fingers at your jaw, a lean in with his head. His lips are a centimetre away from yours as he frowns, “I asked you a question.”
You gulp, and a whine breaks from your throat when he presses down onto your clit. “I don’t know…”
He pinches your clit. You jump in his grasp. “Fi—Fine! No.”
He gives a slow kiss to the dip of your neck, flicking at your clit lazily and it makes your thighs fucking tremble. His middle and ring fingers ghost over your pulsing entrance, and you wonder why this man is such a tease. “Tell me you want it,” he mumbles.
His teeth sneak past his lips to nip at your skin, pulling on it gently with his tongue sponging out as well. You knew a hickey was on its way.
“Come on, I want to hear it.” Jake encourages, a hard roll to your clit that has your eyes rolling back with it. He bites down into your neck, a gasp flying from you when you feel his fangs dig into your skin. “Don’t make me force it outta ya,” he warns, the dark edge to his voice dampening his fingers with your running slick.
“Yes, I… I want it,” you whisper. The girth of his two middle fingers slip into your cunt smooth and you can’t help but groan. You stretch out and around him, and a small smile twitches across Jake’s face.
He whistles low and quiet, ���Look at the way you suck me in,” he almost says to himself, eyeing the way his blue fingers dissolve into you. He starts moving them in and out gently, to which you gasp loud at. A quiet, taunting laugh is heard from above you. “That’s right.”
His fingers are long and thick, and you can feel the many callouses imprinted on them as they drag along your walls. The moment of gentle is gone when Jake picks up the pace, digging his thumb into your clit. Your back arches, hands digging into his shoulders before falling to the muscle of his arms.
The speed becomes into a ferocious one. It’s rough and unforgiving, like he’s trying to reach deep inside of you and pull something out. The hand on your hip shifts, to speed past your top and press down hard onto your right boob. He squeezes it, rolling the nipple in between the gap of his two fingers. Your breathing gets stuck inside your throat as you choke out a whimper. “Jake—“
“Quit whining.” Jake snaps, then a quick pinch to your nipple. “Take it.”
His fingers curl inside of you, make your body jolt and a hot lick of fire whip through your belly. His palm replaces his thumb on your clit, the length of his fingers jammed full into your cunt as the tough layer of skin of his palm rubs against it. Your hips jerk against him, the grip on his arms tight like if you let go, you'll die.
You let out a tiny moan, and Jake grips at your jaw again, his finger playing at the bottom of your lip before pulling it open, having your mouth in an O shape. "Don't hold back on those noises now, girl."
The band in your stomach tightens, a hard pull to your body and your head slumps against the tree. You can feel its tiny flecks of wood dig into your scalp, but you don't care because all you can focus on is Jake's fingers, moving in and out of you in such a pace, you could catch fire. Now you understand what he's trying to pull out of you, and it's not in a nice way. The release. Like once he gets his hands on it, he'll rip it out.
And he does. You feel your vision fall blurry when your orgasm, the release, crashes through you, rocking your body hard. You cry out, voice cracking into pieces. His fingers keep working up into you, helping you through your high as you regain sensibility. Everything is silent, except for your ragged breathing. You finally blink up at him. He blinks down at you. He pulls his fingers leisurely out of you, the cool of the night's air hitting your bare cunt. He looks down at his soaked fingers before dipping them into his mouth, tongue flatting against them and sucking them clean. You can't read his face.
He puts you back down onto the ground, your knees wobbly and you'd fall over if it weren't for the tree pressed up against your back at the moment. Jake's eyebrows raise slightly.
"Better?" He asks, and before you can respond he's walking away, the leaves underneath his feet making a crushing noise. You're left with only your timid breath, as your loincloth lays messy around your toes.
here’s part two bc yall were THIRSTY. ur welcome alien fuckers💙
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enndorphin · 3 years
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i want to peel my skin off why the fuck did my mom had to give me her shitty skin disease genetics
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paramisgwilwileth · 3 years
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Us || Eren Jaeger
-×- I don't really know what to call this-×-
please dont repost, nor copy and paste, Thank you!
WARNINGS: a bit of angst  , anxiety
<Song: Only Us - Dear Evan Hansen>
I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you, I don't need you to search for the proof that I should.
You had stayed behind to clean up and help wash the dirty dishes of the Scouts and Captains after dinner when you heard soft sobs echo through the empty Mess Hall. You froze - Immediately thinking the spacious hall was haunted- it was a huge possibility knowing the amount of Scouts that had perished before.
"Who's there?" You asked shakily.
There have been many lives that had ended in this location, surely none of them would be haunting it? You grabbed a knife in case your suspicions were wrong and it was a trap and a human being was behind it all. "I swear I won't hesitate to stab you if you dare assault me."
The sobs continued, you couldn't help but think that the tone of the whimpers sounded a little bit too familiar. Finding the epicentre of the sound, you gaped at the crouched figure staring out the broken window near the corner of the room.
"E-Eren? Is that you...?" You asked finally rounding up the hall, gaping at the sight that unveiled itself to you. There was Eren Jeager, the infamous Titan Shifter, and someone of special importance to you- sobbing his heart out in the middle of the night.
You don't have to convince me, You don't have to be scared you're not enough...
Noticing your presence, the turquoise eyed male hurriedly wiped his tears and forced a pained smile. "[Y/N]! Why aren't you asleep? You should be asleep, go to sleep." all those words, he said in one quick breath, his bottom lip quivering as his breath shook from his crying earlier.
"What happened?" You blurted out, concerned for the suicidal maniac that sat before you."I heard crying - I thought you were a ghost."
He turned away, frowning instantly at the mention of the earlier event not many seconds ago. His frown was heartbreaking, there was so much pain just from the little turned down edge of his lips and how the light dimmed in his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed.
"You can talk to me Jeager." You smiled, sitting doen on the ground in front of him, patting his kneecap area in a comforting way. "The girls say I'm a great listener."He bit his lip as if hesitating before parting them to speak.
"Do you think they all died in vain...?Did they? "
So that was what it was all about...
It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. "I don't think so, At least. I believe they didn't die in vain Eren- you were able to do your task- and Everyone knew there was bound to be numerous casualties and yet everyone still flew with you."  You sighed, unsure if your words would be able to ease even a small crumb of his pain. "Eren, don't be too hard on yourself... I- I fear that in doing so you will be in a worse state... You are doing enough and you are contributing tremendously to the cause of humanity."
We don't need more reminders of all that's been broken, we don't have to be able to fix what we'd rather forget...
You stood up, the grass felt too itchy for your liking, thus you decided to sit next to him instead.
You heard shuffling beside you feeling a pang of rejection pierce through your heart. He had sat farther down the bench, knees cradled close to his chest once more.
"I don't want to hurt you." he mumbled "So I'm staying away, in case I become a horrible monster all over again." his voice was laced with dread and loathing for his own self- no one deserved to be in that much pain.
You shook your head, "You won't, I know you won't." you shook your head at him your [E/C] orbs staring straight at his bright turquoise ones, thought you had bravely set your eyes on his, you couldn't help but feel your heart race - not from fear- but from an entirely different reason.
Clear the slate and start over, Try to quiet the noises in your head-We can't compete with all that...
You pursed your lips standing up to place yourself in front of him, your hand outstreched asking for his own hand.
"I can prove that you won't." you said, determination raging in your eyes as you decided on a specific goal. "Please trust me, Eren."
He stared for a few seconds at your open palm before gingerly placing his warm hands on top of your cold ones, his warmthn spreading up your arm through your body as your cheeks flushed a light red- thank heavens for the dim lighting of the moon. Your mind blanked out for a moment at your stared up at him who was now standing close to you.
You cleared your throat, shaking your head slightly as if it would wake your mind from being blank.
"See? Step One, Done." You grinned, laughing slightly "You're still the tiny you."
Your heart couldn't help but flutter when you saw a tiny ghost of a smile on his lips. You lived for it when he smiled, it was so bright - like the sun. You tugged a bit at his hand, gesturing him to follow you as you walked with him trailing behind you, your hands intertwined. You both didn't have much time until curfew starts buts you have enough time to take a walk and calm his heart down.
"You know Eren, I've observed something when you turn into your titan." You hummed, keeping up your pace whilst walking "Its your eyes."
Eren's handsome features were blanketed with confusion at your statement. His eyes? What about them? He thought they were hideous and too unnatural.
"My eyes?"
"Yep." You nodded, facing him. "Your eyes never change, its the same old Eren in those eyes- human or Titan, And if that's the Eren I know - I know that he wouldn't go berserk for too long- he'll always become his old self again and again." You uttered with pure confidence.
He stared at you - how could you, a person who was always in danger when he shifts- trust him? In his view, the moon illuminated your features beautifully, from its glint on your hair, your nose, and your eyes- it all took his breath away.
So what if it's us? What if it's us, And only us...
You blinked, noticing that he had stood still- staring at you- the whole time you spoke, your  cheeks flushed redder than before and you called him as you stuttered.
"E-Eren, is there something wrong?"
"No... Hey [Y/N]...? Have you ever noticed how your eyes looked so pretty under the moonlight?" He mumbled, He felt as if he wanted you to hear it but also didn't .
You gulped, you felt your cheeks overheat as your once red face now seemed redder, you shook your head in denial." Must be only a trick of the light. " you replied.
He hummed, "No, I'm sure." he muttered under his breath
"If we're talking about eyes, I think yours is the most beautiful pair I have ever seen..." you laughed lightly. " They arent common, and yet that aren't ugly either- but they're...." you trailed off a bit, looking for the right word. " Enticing..." , your words contradicted everything he though of about his features.
Eren felt his heartbeat go unnaturally fast, his cheeks flushing red and heating up.
I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me Well... So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go But if you really see me If you like me for me and nothing else Well, that's all that I've wanted for longer that you could possibly know So it can be us It can be us
And only us.
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Sorry this was late ;¬;
I  hooe you guys enjoyed this entry - even if its not the best I've written so far...
I've decided that- to keep my writing in pace and for me not to run out of ideas within the span of a week, I would only update during weekdays and keep the weekends as a search- for ideas, and also to check up on my writing style.
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snarkomancy · 4 years
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❛ We make ourselves really safe. And no one ever gets in. ❜
Scrawny little girl. Messy hair, scabbed knees.Small round face, big eyes. Serious. Brow furrowed, nose scrunched up. Yellowdress, two sizes too big. Bare feet, dirty. Dried blood under her nails, scabs covering her arms and legs. Scratching her skin, always itchy.
Philippa looks up at the rectoress, the mostmagnificent, most powerful, most impressive person she has ever met in herwhole life (all ten whole years of it!).
This place is safe. She is safe. No morewords that cut, no more taunts that wound. No more being excluded, ignored,invalidated. Here, in the great towers of Aretuza, she is seen and she is heardand she is exactly where she needs to be.
Eager little heart fluttering its wings like abird inside her chest.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but it’s thewords that hurt the most.
She wants to forget the words, wants to forgetthem so bad but they keep replaying in her head, over and over, untilshe wants to cover her ears and scream.
Don’thurtmedon’thurtmedon’thurtme !!!
She shakes her head, her face contorting with theeffort of clearing her mind – she will learn to control her face, in time. Herface, which will eventually be remade, reshaped, no longer her own. 
For now, she wantsto believe Tissaia, she wants to believe her with all her heart, but she can’thelp but wonder about the ins and outs of it, the ifs and buts.
I bet no one would ever hurt you,she thinks. No one would dare to.
In that moment, Tissaia is everything she wantsto be, powerful, untouchable, respected. All-seeing and all-knowing. It’s allPhilippa wants, and she wants it so badly it makes her insides twist.  She wants to trust this woman, withevery single fibre of her being, but she has learned far too young that trustis easily betrayed, is not something to be given freely, if it must be given atall.
“No one at all?” her own voice soundsstrange inside her head. Should she be asking questions? Is she about to ruinit all like she ruins everything else?
“But how do I stop them? And what do I do withwhat’s already gotten inside? If nothing can get in, does that mean nothing canever get out? I don’t want those words in my head anymore, I don’t want-“
Oh.
A touch against her mind, against her soul. Coldand precise and both disconcerting and comforting at the same time.
Just like that.
Philippa understands.
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sabraeal · 7 years
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Creatures of a Brief Season: Part 3
Part 1 | Part 2
It may be the same country, but Lyrias is a world away from Wistal.
Snow lines the streets; the cobbles are clear but large banks squat against the storefronts, glistening in the lamplight. Even during the day it’s dark; not an endless night, but more a gray that never gets lighter than a thunderhead. The people here are bundled up tight, their daemons thickly furred. Tanbarun’s commonfolk might only dream of bears and wolves, but here they are as common as dogs.
“You must be the pharmacists from the capital!” says the girl before them, the monkey daemon perched on her shoulder wearing a small jacket. “I’m Yuzuri, one of the botanists. Is this your first time here?”
She doesn’t wait for their answer, just turns to the university, striding up the steps with the sort of confidence that says she expects them to follow. Shirayuki casts a long glance at Ryuu, and they fall into step behind her.
It’s clear why Yuzuri was picked as their guide; she’s effervescent, happy to hold a one-sided dialogue only occasionally punctuated by a timid answer from either of her charges or censure by her daemon -- for dominating the conversation, of course.
“Ah, here’s something to get your blood up,” she says, tapping the side of her nose impishly. Her daemon sighs, long-suffering. “The library!”
The doors swing open and -- and not even Wistal has so many book in one place --
“It’s where all the researchers hang out,” Yuzuri adds, and that is when the whispers start.
Shirayuki braces herself. The doors haven’t yet closed, and already there’s a thousand murmurs fluttering over the gallery, like moths clinging to a screen in summer. Ryuu shoulders closer to her, not quite asking for a touch, but wanting to feel her solid at his side. She knows better than anyone how little he’s liked the idea of this trip; Lyrias may be Clarines’ ivory tower, but for the two of them, Wistal is safety. Knowledge tempts her, but –
But she is not a normal girl, not like the one in front of her, leading the way with a swagger as her monkey daemon shakes its fist at the bystanders. She hears them muttering, hears those are Garrack Gazalt’s assistants, that’s the child herbalist –
That’s the girl whose daemon won’t settle.
She thrusts back her shoulders, holding her head high. She’s above this. She’s above rumors. At least here they’re only about her daemon.
“Oh look,” drawls a deeper voice, close. Shirayuki turns to see a fox-faced man sitting on one of the tables, mouth rumpled with ennui. “It seems some completely useless people have come.”
Shirayuki doubts she is going to like it here.
It doesn’t take her long to change her mind.
Suzu ducks under the table, his “I’m a bachelor!” coming up clearly through the wood, and Shirayuki is filled with a strange sort of fondness for this blunt, strange man and the strange dunny bird that sits on the table, watching her with eyes far too big for its head. When her mouth opens, it seems to encompass the whole of her head, and Shirayuki has to stifle a laugh. Everyone here is so -- different that she hardly seems to stick out at all. After the initial shock of her shifting daemon, the most common remark directed to her is a disappointed, “You’re not Garrack Gazalt.”
It’s...refreshing.
“He’s really not settled?” Suzu asks when he comes back up, eyeing Perkunas where he is stretched across the table as a brindled tabby.
“No, he’s not.” She shouldn’t like a stranger coming so close, but -- but there’s something about him -- him and Yuzuri both -- that puts her at ease.
Perkunas must feel it too; he shifts a few times in quick succession -- a white fox, a sparrow, a lap-sized dog -- and Suzu watches him with something verging on respect.
“Amazing,” he hums, eyes as wide as his daemon’s. “Let me take a closer look.”
Shirayuki hesitates. People don’t get this close to her, not after -- the tower. After Tanbarun.
“I won’t touch him,” Suzu says, not gentle but -- assuring. Earnest. “I promise.”
She nods. “All right.”
Suzu says he has theories, but he never gets to expound on them. Kirito’s friend collapses, and then they are all swept away with the epidemic that leaves humans weak and their daemons untouched.
But she cannot help but wonder what he might have said. If he thought them...fixable.
Shirayuki can’t help but wonder if she’d want to be.
She hates to admit it but – but –
Shirayuki loses heart, after the gate.
Seeing Zen gives her strength, it does -- but it also reminds her she is too slow as well, that she is only human, that lives hang on whether she is fast enough, smart enough, resourceful enough –
It’s too much, and seeing him just makes her want to put her head on his chest and give up. It makes her want to let someone else do the saving, because she is tired, she is exhausted, and every step feels like a pitfall.
She leans her head against her hand, swaying on her feet, and –
A shadow falls across the window.
“Od Ana,” she breathes, opening the latch. Her plumage is covered in snow, and when she shoves her body through the opening it sprays all over the floor. “Get it, you’ll freeze.”
“Too late,” the eagle says, rotating her wings awkwardly. “I hope you don’t choose to stay here, darling. My feathers can’t take it.”
She sighs. “I’m so glad to –”
“OD ANA,” Perkunas shrills, turning to a monkey mid-leap. His small hands clasp around her neck, pulling the bird close.
“—See you.”
“I can tell.” She butts her head against Perkunas, both of them murmuring to each other for a moment before Od Ana turns back to her. “Obi sent me. He said you’d be missing him by now.”
She almost starts to say he would, but the words get caught in her throat behind a painful, hot knot. “I do,” she admits. “I’m so tired.”
Od Ana clucks at her. “Get in bed, then. No use falling down on your feet.”
“I can’t,” she sighs, “everyone else – no time –”
“Then one of the couches.” Her tone brooks no argument. “Just for a moment.”
“All right.” She nods her head. It pounds with the motion. “A moment.”
She rouses in the night, the smell of ozone and musk filling her nose. Under her hands she feels the spiny sleekness of feather, and she almost comes to wakefulness, almost protests -- Obi wouldn’t --
“It’s fine,” Od Ana says, so close. “He’d want you to.”
She nods, Perkunas’s ermine form laying tightly between them, and she sleeps.
It all happens so fast.
Kirito falls to his knees, but Skojare is quick to shift to a bear, and the boy has just enough strength to hold on when they send him back to Lyrias. Shirayuki considers going with, but Obi is focused on trailing the seeds back to their source, and Kirito could be in no better hands than his own daemon.
He’s still sore about the avalanche when they arrive, which is -- fine. She’s still confused about his comment about his heart, and she’d rather him silent than have him say anything more like -- like that. And when they stand humbled before the glow of the Olin Maris, they’re both short of words.
Obi sends Od Ana back to the university, asking for her to bring aid, and it’s all going well, mystery solved, until --
Until she fall to her knees. Ah, so it’s gotten her too.
“Miss!” Obi cries out, running to her side. Perkunas is already there, butting his head into her arm, whining worriedly.
“The body gets a lot worse, all at once,” she pants, sweat inching down her face in itchy runnels. Obi breath is coming heavy too. Is he --? “You’re sick too.”
“What?” She hears his panic, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. She knows it too well from Tanbarun. “I’m not --”
She reaches over, pulling up his pant-leg. The breath disappears from her lungs.
She had expected the bruised rosettes blooming across his thighs, but not -- not --
“What happened?” she breathes, staring at the thicket of scars carved up his legs.
“It doesn’t matter,” he mutters, stepping out of her grasp. “We need to get you back. Perkunas can turn into a bear and --”
“I can’t get too big,” Perkunas says, and they both stare. She’d never asked him to do something like that, not since they were children, but she’s never though he couldn’t. It never occurred to her to ask. “I can’t get to anything big enough to carry both of you.”
Obi opens his mouth, but Shirayuki already knows what he’ll say. “I’m not leaving you.”
“Miss --”
“Od Ana is already bringing half the guard here,” she reasons. “We should stay together.”
His mouth purses, lips turning white while he thinks.
“All right,” he says finally. “We’ll wait. Together.”
It’s cold in the cave. Even Perkunas draping his wolf form over her like a blanket can’t keep her warm. The addition of Obi does, though he declines to let Perkunas flop over his lap as well.
“I wonder what they’ll all say when they find out bodies like this, a hundred years from now,” Obi wonders idly, and she cannot tell if he’s delirious. “Probably some very unkind things about your virtue, Miss.”
It’s a transparent jab to get her to shrink from him, but he needs her warmth just as much she needs his.
“We’ll be dead, so it won’t matter.” She can’t keep herself from adding, “And we’d be skeletons anyway.”
“’Those skeletons had a lot of sex,’ is what they’ll say,” he continues, and he must be a little delirious, to speak so frankly in front of her. He’s much more fond of subtle innuendo. “‘I bet that man skeleton was very good and very handsome. I bet he’d been with loads of lady skeletons.’“
“Perkunas is right here,” she reminds him. “In my arms.”
“Mm, they’ll wonder about that I bet.”
She gives him as flat a look as she can muster. “I think they’ll wonder more about where your daemon is.”
His playful expression instantly evaporates. Ah, perhaps she is feeling some of the cognitive effects of the poison as well.
“Were you born like that?” she asks quietly, into the stifling silence. “In Sama, they say the witches are --”
“No.” It’s the most direct answer she’s ever gotten about a personal question. “I wasn’t.”
“Did it...” She hesitates. She remembers the fall, remembers the way she burned. “Did it hurt?”
He’s silent for a long moment. “Yes. So much.”
“Why did you...” Perkunas nuzzles closer to her, both of them reliving the agony of having their tether stretched so forcibly. “Why did you do it?”
He shrugs, his heart beating fast beneath her hand. “It was the only way to be free.”
In the end, it’s not her decision to come back, but --
But she thinks she might have anyway, given the choice.
“Maybe the problem is that you don’t know what you should be,” Suzu postulates, addressing Perkunas where he lays on the floor. He’s having a play-dead competition with Obi.
Shirayuki doesn’t have the heart to tell him that Obi’s asleep.
Perkunas perks up. “But I know a lot of animals!”
“There’s so many,” Suzu tells him. “I’d only seen a drawing of a potoo once before Hermia turned into one.”
He pulls down a book, thick as his hand. “Maybe we should take a look.”
Perkunas looks at her.
She shrugs. “It certainly couldn’t hurt.”
It’s just play. Just an accident.
Perkunas sniffs and grunts, in his favorite form this week: something they call a red panda. It’s different from usual; here he rarely turns to anything that is something other than brown or gray or white, but there’s something about this strange creature that makes his personality come to the fore. Shirayuki likes it, likes the doggish way he smiles and the funny way he turtles when he falls on his back.
She’s working at the window, Od Ana perched above her, Ryuu at her back. Perkunas is making a ruckus, Obi pretending to be some sort of bull fighter as he runs through his cape. He’s not being careful, and the panda’s paws are furred between the toes, and he just…slips.
It all happens so fast.
The glassware rack is piled high behind Obi, and on instinct he reaches out, digging his hands into Perkunas’s fur and –
And she feels it. His hands on her back but yet not, touching her so deeply. It should not feel this way, not feel good --
Something shifts.
“Oh no,” Perkunas whimpers, belly pressed to the floor. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t --”
She can hardly breathe.
“M-miss?” Obi stutters, his hands leaving them. “I didn’t – I should have asked – but I – are you hurt –?”
“No,” she breathes, shaking her head. Oh gods. Oh gods. “It’s just…”
He comes to her, hand hovering at her elbow. She’s confused at how he can’t feel it, can’t tell -- but then she sees his eyes, wide and scared, and she knows did, that he knows he’s forever marked her -- “Miss?”
Their eyes meet, green bleeding into gold. She wonders if she’s marked him as well. “It’s Perkunas. He settled.”
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frostednipz4bts · 5 years
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The Meeting 1-2
-next morning 6 am-
***buzz buzz buzz*** I really did not want to wake up. I snapped out of it when I realized today was the day I would get to meet the guys and the rest of the staff. Miko some how got my number and texted me at 5 am! Where does this girl get this energy so early in the damn morning I do not know. She was reminding me to bring my papers and my ID. I was texting her back when I saw Jackson moving around in his bed. You really couldn’t help but notice him having “morning wood”. I laughed to myself and walked over to him. He was sound asleep. I started to shake him to wake him up since he had to be up at 6 am also. “Jackson, wake up. The alarm went off.” **shake shake poke poke** No response.... Then you looked down. Your perverted mind was thinking.. well, maybe I can wake him up by messing around. When would you get any other opportunity to do something like this? You slowly reach down and stroked his dick up and down. He started moaning almost instantly. You looked at him and he was biting his lip. Then what you didn’t expect to happen did... 
“Mmm, y/n. You really know how to wake someone up,” Jackson mumbled. “OMG, I’m sorry I’m sorry... Oh my god...,” I said frantically. He started laughing and sat up. I was all over the place trying to come up with excuses. “Y/n, come here. Sit. Please. Its okay,” Jackson said patting his bed wanting me to sit there. I slowly sat down and he caressed my face to move the hair out of my eyes.  “Look, why don’t you finish what you started? We both seemed to have been enjoying it. I will make it up to you in the long run, okay?,” Jackson said smiling sweetly. Then he started to give me the pouty face. How can you say no to this face.
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You had no idea what you were getting yourself into ALREADY. You looked at the clock and it was already 6:15 am and you wanted to start getting dressed and ready to walk out the door. Jackson kept staring at you waiting for your answer. You really did not know what to say or do. He reached up to your neck and started massaging it. It felt really good since you were tense and nervous. He seems to know how to relax you. He slowly led your head to his dick where you licked the tip which caused Jackson to hiss in excitement. You slowly tease the tip going in circular motions. You could tell it was driving him insane to the point of jumping you. You decided to take it all in your mouth and in matter of minutes Jackson got off in your mouth. You were shocked and did NOT expect him to do that. He could have warned you. You swallowed and just sat there in silence.  “Um, y/n you can go spit that out if you need to. I guess I should have warned you. Sorry, its been a VERY long time since anything like that happened. I got out of hand. I’m sorry. Please look at me,” Jackson was rubbing my hand to try and relax me even more. “Jackson, its okay. I - I swallowed it all,” I said. “Wahh, really!?,” He replied in shock. “Well, yeah... I’m not a sissy. I spit and swallow depending on my mood... or if I’m in a weird position to... like now,” I said. We both started laughing and realized it was 6:30 am! I had 30 mins to get ready and be in that lobby to meet Soowa. I do not want to make him mad on my first day! 
This is what I wore...
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I got Jackson’s approval with a thumbs up from him and ran out the door. Right as I was walking out the door Miko walked out of her door across the hall. She was waving and jumping up and down, as usual.  “Y/N!! Its your first day & DAMN you looking hot in that outfit. Did Jackson try and hit on you? He is a big time flirt.” She kept rambling on and on about Jackson, work, food, and a whole bunch of other off topic stuff. As we were about to cross the street I tripped and almost fell flat on my face, but someone caught my arm. I turned to look and it was Jackson. Of all people it was him. I figured he would be getting ready still. He was looking hot as always.
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“Ahh - oh my gosh, Jackson. Thanks,” I said smiling back at him. “Y/n, you got to be careful on this sidewalk. They need to fix it. Well, I’m heading to the train station to head to the studio with the other guys. I will see you later y/n **wink** “ I was standing there in a daze, confused, and late. LATE! “MIKO LETS GO!” I grabbed her arm and we ran to the lobby. I looked around for Soowa, but he was nowhere to be found yet. I think I’m in the clear. I looked at my phone at the clock and I was 5 minutes early. I stood there watching people walk through the doors. Wondering if its this busy every day here. Miko was talking to everyone who walked through that door. She seemed to know everyone and I was envy of that. 
In that moment I heard someone yell my name. I turned and it was Miko across the way motioning me to come to her. I walked over and realized it was Soowa. He looked different from last night. He had gotten a new haircut it seemed. He was already attractive now it seemed to intensify. I felt nervous walking up to him. I don’t know what it is about Asian men, but they seem to intimidate me. “You ready y/n to go to the meeting?,” Soowa asked me. “I am ready,” I said smiling but really inside my insides are exploding. I was so nervous to meet the members of BTS. My all time bias will be there in the flesh and I have no idea how to act. Jungkook has always been my bias, and now to be able to work for them is literally a dream come true. Then you have my bias wreckers, V and Jimin. Then you have the other guys who know how to steal your heart too. I hope I don’t act like a total dingus. All these thoughts were racing inside my head as I was staring off into space. “Y/n, lets go woman! **waves clipboard in the air** Just so you know... the guys have been learning English for the past year now. They are almost fluent. Their last tutor quit because of some drama with his family so he had to move back to the states and we haven’t heard anything from him since. That’s where you come in. Of course you will do more than just tutor them in English. There is a new position the boss has come up with and we wanted to meet with you personally face to face and talk to you about it to see how you will take it. If not we will give the position to someone else,” Soowa said in a serious tone. He continued,” We also got all your lab tests back and see you got all your shots since you are over here in a different country. Everything came back clear. We want you to be as comfortable here working for us and for you to do the best you can.” As he was telling me all this we walk into this big room with a huge oval shaped table. I looked up and my body felt like it went limp. My throat started to get itchy and I felt like I was sweating. There they were. All sitting there looking angelic as ever. A few of them had masks on, and some were playing on their phones. As soon as they noticed I was there they all dropped what they were doing to pay attention to Soowa. I was in my own world locking eyes with Jungkook. He slowly pulled his mask down to his chin and gave me the biggest bunny smile ever. At that moment I was holding my breath not knowing how to breathe. (lol)
“Good morning all,” Soowa started, “I’d like everyone to welcome the newest member to the team, Y/n. She will be with us starting off her 1 year position as personal assistant to the guys. If everything goes well in that one year she have the choice to continue her journey here or move on to other things in her life.” As Soowa was talking I noticed Jimin smirking at me and looking over at Jungkook. He already knew something was up. I know that look from Jimin all to well. Watching all their videos (in a nonstalker way lol) and studying their personalities. I knew something was up. “Now, for the new role in YOUR position, y/n. We would like to talk to you about this in private so if you would come with us.” I followed Soowa and 2 other people into the back room. I sat down and was literally shaking wondering what were they going to talk to me about that they couldn’t talk in front of the guys about.  “As you know the guys don’t really get to release any stress like normal guys do. We have come up with a solution and that’s where you come in. We have asked other females to do this and they aren’t comfortable doing this. Now, when we say releasing stress.. what I’m trying to say is...” Soowa was trailing off so I spoke up. “You mean have sex with them to release their stress....,” I said in a stern voice which surprised everyone. “Um - yeah basically....,” Soowa said looking down at his shoes. I was totally shocked as to what they were asking me to do.... “You know,” I started off, “There are other ways to release stress. Not only with sex.” Soowa looked at me and smiled,” Of course there is. That’s why we think you would be perfect for this... But we need to know by the end of the day your answer. The guys are really stressed about this upcoming event they have to go to, and could really use your help.” I was still shocked and sat there motionless from what I was just asked to do. All these thoughts were racing inside my head... Was I being paid to sleep with the members? Isn’t this illegal? I snapped out of when Soowa butted in my thoughts. “Y/n, just to let you know if you are worried if this is legal or not... it is. We aren’t prostituting you out. Like I said its your choice on how you want to help them release their stress. You’re free to do whatever you like. You could take them to a movie. You could give them a massage. Its all up to you. They aren’t picky.” //thought to self// Am I crazy? Who in their right mind would pass up this? “Alright I’m in,” I said as I stood up to walk back out in the room. Soowa hurried on behind me to tell everyone my answer. I walked out looking down at the floor and I saw a pair of Timberlands meet my feet. I slowly look up and it was JK with his bunny smile. He booped my nose and said, “Welcome to the team, y/n cant wait to work with you.” That’s about the time I passed out.
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wellmeaningshutin · 7 years
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Short Story #32: Ghost.
Written: 1/29/2017
The crickets filled the forest with noise after the sun went down, and although Thomas hated the forest, hated the noise, hated the humidity, he still had to be out there every night, because there was nothing that made him more angry than teenagers fucking on his property. He never thought of himself as an angry or bitter man, he found enjoyment in a lot of small things like getting worked up when watching the news, having a cold beer, or making tiny, glass figurines. Hell, he even could have fun lying on his back and watching the clouds go by, but there were only a couple things that made him mad. He wasn’t a crank, he normally didn’t mind youths and was always pleased to see children wandering around in his woods, picking berries, playing games, and sometimes he wandered out to drink with the teenagers who snuck out there at night, but sex made him angry.
Back in the war, one so long ago he can’t even remember which it was, he was stationed out in the middle of somewhere, maybe nowhere. There was a forest, he was sure of this, and he often had guard duty during the nights, staring out at the jungle, waiting for any signs of the enemy. Now, he was stationed out on an island (was it an island?) where they weren’t even sure if the enemy was around, but maybe they had reports and were checking it out, or maybe he was guarding secrets, but the point was that it was a dull job, waiting for any signs of people that most likely weren’t even out there, so he often had to resort to small things to keep himself preoccupied. Sometimes he played solitaire against himself, but one day he got sick of that and threw all of his cards into the forest. Then he tried reading, but there was only one book and it was smut, in every sense of the word, and that just made him have to fight horniness instead of boredom, so he chucked that into the woods too. There were also attempts at skill building, like juggling, writing poetry, singing, ventriloquism, and wood carving, but he got sick of all of those pretty soon, so eventually he just decided to sleep on the job, because there was most likely nobody out there.
Now, unbeknown to him, several of his friends (whose faces he can’t remember) had found out that he was sleeping on the job, which was discovered when one of them, Pete something or other, wanted to borrow the smut book and found Thomas cuddling with his rifle, so, to curb their own boredom, they decided to play a prank on him. During the next day, while everyone was eating lunch in the mess, they started telling him about how there’s a ghost in the woods, a lot of details of the story are lost on him now, but he remembers ending that story by forcibly connecting his fist to his friend’s nose, which shut the guy up real soon. He wasn’t a child, ghosts were bullshit. Yet, they were bored enough to keep going with the prank.
One night, when he was sleeping during his watch duty, he heard a rustling in the woods. He called out something, probably intimidating and forceful, he was a man then and he’s a man now, but there was no response. Naturally, he threatened to shoot, aimed his rifle, but then saw some figure walk out of the forest. It was as tall as two men, pale white, had antlers coming out of its sides, and made a strange moaning noise. He told the thing to stand down or he would shoot, it started to say something about blood-or was it about a haunting-and kept walking, so he emptied his magazine into it, unknowingly killing his two friends.
The shots woke up the rest of the camp, who thought they would never see combat and had been ignoring any semblance of combat training. They rushed out of their tents, well armed, half dressed, and excited, throwing grenades and firing at random, hoping to ward off any attackers that may have been in the area. In the confusion, that lasted all night and involved many cases of friendly fire but almost no casualties, since their aim was terrible, a grenade had landed and Thomas’ feet and blew his dick clean off.
In the morning, Thomas explained his story to some higher up who had been shot, stabbed, injured in some way, so a small search party was sent into the woods to investigate what had caused all of the commotion. It wasn’t long before they found the two guys in the bed sheet costume, and a pile of junk that was tossed into the forest, and it didn’t take long for everyone to put the story together. At sunset, either that day or the day after, the higher up (or maybe a different one) had the two dead pranksters hung, to punish them for the chaos they had caused. Thomas somehow got three medals and was flown home with an honorable discharge.
Because of those events he was unable to have any sexual pleasures, but every now and then he still got incredibly horny, which would just anger him because there was nothing he could do about it, it just made him angry. After several nights of sitting out on his porch, hearing the teens out there doing their business, getting him all excited, he formed a plan to keep them away from him and to keep himself from getting all worked up. In honor of his dumb, drunk friends, he made a replica of their shitty ghost costume, using rags and antlers, and would prowl around in the woods, like he was doing now, to keep them from entering his forest at night.
The costume itself was pretty itchy, so he tried wearing a wet suit underneath it, back from his old diving days, which helped keep the costume from irritating his skin. He only had to do one lap around the woods every couple of hours, just so they would know to keep away, however it was sometimes hard to see and he would bump into trees or rocks, often cursing afterwards, the price he had to pay to not get horny.
Walking around the woods, this night, was actually more pleasing than the other nights had been. Usually the crickets were too loud and got him all agitated, but he seemed to be getting used to him, or maybe it was deafness slowly setting in. He had to pause and think, could he be getting deaf? How loud did he keep his television on, and was it any louder than normal? If he was getting deaf would he even have to worry about hearing the teens out there, making this whole activity pointless? Some twigs snapped, he regained focus, and decided to move, wobbly, towards the noise. If it was teens he was going to get the scare on them.
It was an unsure path, especially since he was confused about where the sound came from, but after pushing his way through several bushes he found two teens necking heavily. For a little while he decided he should squat and watch, to build up some anger. They didn’t even notice the costumed figure, crouched between a large blackberry bush, antlers everywhere, eyes glued onto their young bodies. The male started to unbutton the girls blouse, but the girl grabbed his hand to stop him, “Scott, I don’t know about this.”
“Come on baby, I bought you dinner, and we do this all the time, whats the worry?”
“Well,” blushing, “isn’t this the woods where the ghost lives?”
The guy chuckled, “Aw, there’s no ghost, that’s a load of bullshit. That’s just something they tell teenagers to keep them from having sex, like the myth about AIDS or that having sex without condoms can get you pregnant, its a load of bullshit.”
“I don’t know,” she looked away, towards some twigs on the ground then to the bottle of wine they had brought out, “Tammy said…”
“Tammy smokes so much that her brain probably has a hole in it, there’s no reason to listen to her.”
“But…”
“Come on..” He began to keep unbuttoning her blouse again, Thomas was getting impatient, he at least wanted to see some cleavage before he scared them off, “Don’t be difficult.”
She shook her head and started to button her blouse back up, “Why are we out here anyways? Whats wrong with your car?”
His face seemed impatient, but he sighed and nodded, “Fine, we could go back to the car if you’re really this upset about it.” They both began to stand up, wiped the dirt off of themselves, and began to collect their things. “Its just romantic out here is all.”
She looked up at the stars, then all around her, took in the sounds of the crickets and the nearby stream, and it a way it was romantic. She smiled, drank a little wine right from the bottle, then put her arms around him and whispered, “Dance with me.” They sat there swaying for quite some time, but Thomas grew impatient. Damn kids couldn’t even get him angry about his dick being gone, they couldn’t even get him the slightest bit horny, he began to get pissed for other reasons.
“YOU FUCKERS!” He screamed as he charged out of the bushes. The girl screeched, but her boyfriend shoved her out of the way before the “ghost” head butted and knocked him to the ground. “GET THE FUCK OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT!” The ghost kept repeating, stomping his feet on the ground, and the girl ran scared into the woods, but the guy didn’t get up. In an attempt to motivate, the ghost began kicking the guy, but he noticed a dark puddle, his temper cooled. He crouched down, and became horrified that he had gored the poor kid right in the chest, killing him. Not knowing how to react to the situation, he started running back to where his house was, knocking into trees, falling into a stream, slipping on mud, jumping over bushes, until he finally got to the clearing around his cabin and he shed his costume almost immediately.
As soon as he could he burned the thing, buried the antlers, and went to sleep like nothing had happened.
The next day was spent like any other day, he did what he wanted to and ate when he was hungry, no reason to change up his routine, no reason to be worried. Who would know it was him? Nobody. And, hopefully, when dementia decided to set in, if it hadn’t already, he would forget about the whole ordeal anyways. At night time he would just turn up his television a little louder so he wouldn’t have to hear the sounds of passion.
The clouds were really interesting, so he spent an hour lying on his back, watching them, trying to remember the name of the girl that he loved back in high school. Malby? Margot? Margret? Marmalade? Malibu? He never even noticed the detective who approached him, wearing a black suit that had gotten marked with sap and dirt, displaying a gun and badge on his belt. The man looked down at Thomas, he had thick eyebrows, and asked “Sir, can I ask you a couple questions?”
Thomas squinted up at him, a little annoyed that his train of thought was interrupted, “What is it officer?”
“Is this your residence?”
Nodding his head, “Mhmm, been living here for a while now.”
“Did you hear anything last night?”
“I heard lots of crickets, same as usual.”
“Well alright, thanks for your cooperation.” The detective looked a little let down, and began walking back into the woods. He had no reason to worry, they didn’t suspect a thing, he could go back to watching the clouds without a worry.
Later, in the night, he decided to watch the local news, taking a break from the national station that got him all worked up about the immigrants who were coming into the country, renaming the states, changing the laws and traditions into their own. The reporter, some skinny guy with a handsome face and an alright voice, was talking about a teenager who was murdered in the woods, and how they suspected the murder was related to the fifteen bodies that had been unearthed in a clearing in the same woods. “It seems the ‘Ghost of the Woods’ is at it again folks, so make sure to stay out of the forest when the sun goes down. If your neighborhood is anywhere near the forest, make sure to at least keep a gun in your home, for protection, and make sure to not talk to any strange figures who may try to lure you into the woods, unless you want to be murdered. Local police are warning that its-” he turned the television off, and fell asleep in his chair.
He dreamed that he was back in the war, watching a USO show, the only one his troop ever saw. The whole thing was foggy, and it wasn’t happening for very long until he woke up. There was a noise coming from outside, like a shuffling of feet, and for some reason he couldn’t hear any crickets. Nudging his feet into his slippers, he slowly got out of his chair and trudged towards his window, to see what was out there, nothing. There was a knock at the door, he was annoyed that he had to walk, so instead he just shouted “Who’s there?”
It was a while before there was any response, but eventually he heard somebody say “Its me, the guy you killed.”
“I was in the war, I killed a lot of people,” this was an exaggeration, he only killed his two friends, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Frustrated mumbling could be heard from outside, the only word that could clearly be heard was ‘bastard’. “The guy you killed last night, the guy you gored in the forest.”
It took him a little while to remember, he was always a little foggy after he woke up, but eventually the gears began to move. “Well, what do you want?”
“Can I come inside?”
“Why, so you can get some ghostly revenge on me? No, I’m not letting you in.”
“But-”
“Its late out anyhow, and I was sleeping do you know how rude you’re being.”
“But-”
“Now if you keep harassing me I’m going to call the cops, and if you don’t mind I’m going back to sleep.”
The guy heard the old man walk somewhere, and shortly after heard some snoring. Not knowing what to do, he just sat by the door, maybe he’d take a walk around the woods.
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