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wndrhyuka · 2 days

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in lecture.

[suggestive. college au. prof!mingyu.]

professor kim mingyu took his course seriously, using every single lecture as an opportunity to slightly stray from the curriculum, attempting to inspire the crowd. with calculus.

to his success, and your surprise, you were one of his inspired pupils. each time he dove into the history of a mathematician after introducing a theorem they proved, his passion couldn’t help but latch onto you.

at this point, you couldn't tell whether you had considered switching to a math major because of this newfound interest, or because it meant you would spend more time in your professor's department.

༉‧₊˚.

the week before the midterm you knew you were fucked. your notebook was full of two months worth of information but your mind was bare of knowledge.

if you had no shame, you might admit that you were distracted in class. staring at his back while he wrote on the board was sure to break your focus. he always wore a button up that fit just right around his body. his shirt sculpted him well around his shoulders with rolled up sleeves that fit tight around his biceps.

back in your dorm, blanking staring at your notes under the light of your desk lamp made your stomach turn. if you wanted to prepare for this exam, you would have to start paying attention soon. with tomorrow morning's lecture, you expected to stop letting your mind wander and focus on the material.

༉‧₊˚.

"today's gonna be a little different." he uttered the words while sorting his things on the desk in the corner of the room, dropping a stack of papers on the wooden surface.

"i want you all to try out a practice worksheet." he announces with his arms crossed, hip leaning against his desk. "i'll give you eight minutes to complete these eight problems, then you’ll split you into pairs and you can compare your work."

he walked around the class to pass out the worksheet. he handed you the worksheet and you thanked him while catching a glimpse of his calloused hands. when he walked away the aroma of his woodsy cologne warmly filled your lungs. your eyelids fluttered as you inhaled it, pleasantly delighted by the scent.

he started a timer on his phone and the class had begun working. you noticed him completing the problems alongside his students, crouching over a desk, one hand propping himself above the desk and the other bearing a pencil.

while everyone was silent and working, you looked up at your professor. he gnawed on his lip while staring at the worksheet, you could see the areas he marked up on his paper from your desk. some problems on his copy had a short answer where yours extended past the answer box.

shit, you thought. i need to go to office hours.

suddenly the blaring of his phone rang and your time was up. the students around you sat up straight, murmuring small groans of frustration.

“alright, find a pair. i want you to compare answers with each other, talk about how you got there, i’ll be coming around to help you out if you need it.” his instruction boomed through the room with ease while the shuffling of students rising from their seats with papers in hand began.

you remain in your seat, not knowing many people in your class. those you did know had already found a partner. you weren’t sure what to do or if you could even get out of your chair.

a tap on your shoulder breaks your small panic.

“hi,” a bright smile beams as you turn, “could i be your partner?”

“sure,” you say shyly, not expecting to be approached. much less by someone cute.

“i’m chan.” the way he smirks has your heart fluttering. how have you never noticed him in your relatively small lecture before?

“i’m y/n,” you can’t help the warmth that spreads in your face, feeling a smile growing on your lips.

“so what’d you get for the first problem?” he asks.

༉‧₊˚.

time seemed to slow with chan. he would scoot as close to you as he could, sliding his worksheet towards yours and pointing at similarities in your work. you found yourself stumbling on your words when he locked eyes with you.

his cologne lingered in the air between you, a bit stronger than your professors, but equally pleasant. you held back a delighted sigh that tempted to leave your throat. you couldn’t recall a guy your age who was so easy to be around the way chan was.

he was so kind and very funny. when you were clearly confused he would waste no time in carefully explaining his work to you. and when things got quiet between you, he’d have the perfect one liner to make you giggle a bit too loudly.

“what’s going on over here?” mingyu walks up to you after helping other students.

“just working through our answers.” chan answered.

“did you need help with anything? ‘cause it doesn’t sound like much work is getting done.” he replied while looking at you. his tone seemed to shift with a slight furrow in his brow. he sounded much less friendly than when class had started.

“that’s alright, professor. we’ll get back to it.” chan says.

“alright.” he speaks frankly, then walks away towards a different group.

“yikes.” chan breaks the silence after he's far away enough.

“did we make him mad?” you ask.

"no idea."

“sorry, maybe i laughed too loud.” you offer timidly.

“don’t apologize for that,” chan smirks, “it was cute.”

༉‧₊˚.

“alright, everyone. we’ve got only a couple minutes left. i want you to take these worksheets home. you can use them as practice material for the exam. you can bring it after the exam and turn it in.” mingyu announces while students pack up to leave.

“hey, uh, y/n, could i get your number?” chan asks you before leaving. “maybe we could do the homework or study for the exam together sometime?” he extends his phone to you carefully.

“oh, sure.” you smile and take his phone, typing in your digits and handing it back to him.

you had no problem giving him your number after today. of course chan couldn’t leave without finding a way to hear more from you.

you, on the other hand, couldn’t leave without knowing when your professor had office hours. chan was a great help but you still weren’t understanding the fundaments of the skills covered on the worksheet, much less the skills covered since the beginning of the semester.

chan left the class along with the crowd after waving goodbye with a smile that could’ve knocked you on your back. you waved and felt heat rush to your cheeks as you gathered your stuff.

walking towards the front of the class, you stood before your professor’s desk, waiting for him to turn around.

when he faces you, he simply stares without acknowledgement. “hi, professor, i had a question.” you look up at him with your tail between your legs. he’s much taller when he’s directly in front of you.

he sits back against the surface of his desk and crosses his arms against his chest, now closer to your height he seemed more approachable. he doesn’t utter a word, but rather nods his head to signal that you can continue speaking.

“when are your office hours? i think i might need extra help with this unit.” you ask.

his face relaxes and he speaks. “it’s every monday, wednesday, and friday from 3-4pm.”

“okay. hopefully i’ll see you there sometime next week.” you smile politely before turning towards the door.

“hopefully?” he says, stopping you in your tracks before you could walk away. “or definitely?” he faces you with his head tilted while remaining against his desk.

his question confused you, but you thought to entertain him so you could leave peacefully. “definitely.” you lightly chuckle, awkwardly fidgeting with the straps of your bag.

“that’s what i like to hear.” he smiles, rising to his feet again. “then i’ll see you around, hm?”

“yes, sir.” you sheepishly reply, seeing yourself out of the class soon after.

that was weird.

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celestie0 · 22 hours

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kickoff ch10 teaser 🧚‍♀️✨

i don’t usually share teasers for kickoff chapters but im in a silly goofy mood today🧍🏻‍♀️

#this chapter is gonna be so fucking absurd n silly loool #and also maybe a lil bit of tension #duh 🙄#kickoff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #college au #jjk #anime #manga #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfiction

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murmiss · 2 days

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Yandere Simulator.

(accordingly, inspired by the game Yandere Simulator)

Pairing: Ghost/You, Price/You, Gaz/You,Soap/You, Graves/You, Konig/You, Alejandro/You, Rudy/You, Horangi/You. Valeria/You. (I assume that this is not all, since the idea is taken from the Yandere Simulator, in the harem version).

Warning: College, city and certain places and people are fictitious, the education system is fictitious, OOC is possible,My personal headcannons and character vision.Different ages, mention yandere,mentioning mental problems, etc.there may be mistakes in words, English is not my first language.

Summary: Inspired by the game Yandere simulator, where you are the main character, a simple girl in in which different guys with different types and characters are interested, and of course, there is Yandere.

you can express your opinion :)

1 part.

You were born into a simple, extremely ordinary family. Your father was a banker, walking around in his favorite stereotypical outfit: a strict gray suit and a tie, as an indicator of masculinity. Every morning, Mrs. Attwoord, getting up early, cooked breakfast, her children's favorite scrambled eggs and sandwiches, collected breakfast and, like a loving housewife wife, escorted her husband to work, leaving an imperceptible trace of a kiss on his cheek, and carefully tying his tie with her elegant fingers. Next comes the younger brother, the "heir", as his grandmother affectionately calls him, although you sincerely do not understand it: what to inherit? Your father has no company, no business, no fancy house, what can the son of a simple bank employee inherit? But it's not the point that matters. Next, after her brother, the middle daughter Eliza wakes up- an exceptional beauty, with glossy wheat hair, a doll's face- almost a copy of her mother.Eliza was a promising dancer, but she was not a good singer, but she danced perfectly, performing a light bunch of moves to some loud song at every party. Then, at the very end, you woke up.

Usually, it was the last ring of the alarm clock, which you heard through the veil of sleep, not wanting to miss the outcome of the battle between Harry Potter and some fairies. But your mother's shriek, tired of trying to wake you up, let out a loud shriek, forcing you to jump up from your seat and rush to the bathroom, showering and washing up at speed.Standing at the mirror and looking at your exhausted eyes, your hands reached for a small cosmetic bag and your favorite concealer, which, as you hoped, would hide not only the sins, but also the dark bags under your eyes. Next was eyebrow gel and lip gloss - you didn't have much time to put on makeup, and you didn't see much point in it, because you weren't going on a date. In terms of clothing, your choice fell on a skirt-shorts in a large pleated dark blue color, beige T-shirt, which for convenience you tucked into the skirt, a light cardigan for warmth, and complemented the image of black capron tights, which at least somehow but added to the image of completeness. And on your feet you left comfortable sneakers.

After stuffing notebooks and stationery, house keys, lipstick, hairbrush, and perhaps a sketchbook into her backpack, the girl quickly went down to the first floor, grabbed a sandwich from the table, and hurried out of the house, to the excited cry of her mother: "Honey! You forgot your breakfast!"

But the bus, you know, won't wait for you to finish, so you sped up and headed for the bus stop, but when you saw the damn bus in the distance, you immediately broke into a sprint, running like a marathon runner and mentally cursing.

"If you leave now, asshole, I'll put a curse on you!"

And thank God, as if hearing your pleas (curses), the driver waited for the girl in distress. Almost jumping into the bus, skipping the steps, you plopped down on the only free seat and relaxed exhaled, leaning back on the back of the uncomfortable seat. A couple of stops later, leaving the packed bus, or rather, the mechanical inferno, the gates of the college appeared before your eyes. The college was a historic building that people had equipped as a "place of knowledge". Antique patterns, massive doors made of pure wood, high ceilings - all this looked really intimidating and mesmerizing. Passing the gate, you looked at the students with interest: here were girls in brightly colored dresses excitedly babbling about something, here was a group of guys, six people laughing, and here were just loners walking towards the building with headphones in their ears. There were huge trees growing on the college grounds: pine trees, mighty oaks, and even flowers. The place was indeed beautiful. But soon after you took your eyes off the beauty of the place, you noticed that there was already five minutes of class going on! As you rushed into the building, you slammed into someone's strong chest. When you looked up, trying to catch your breath from a short jog, you saw a guy, tall, sturdy, and wearing a half-face mask, which was a little weird, because it wasn't quarantine period or anything. Well, maybe it's an image of him, you thought. Realizing you've been staring at each other for a few moments, you mumble.

-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

You didn't? That's the stupidest excuse ever, to be honest, because it's hard not to notice a big guy like that. The guy nodded, but didn't answer, and, feeling rather awkward, you threw another "sorry" and rushed further into the classroom. And good thing the teacher was late. Entering the classroom, you noticed a guy who sat with an improvised slingshot in his hands, made of two pencils and a rubber band. Oh, yes, you know this jerk - John MacTavish, a Scottish guy, explosive in character, but at the same time the soul of the company and incredibly cute and dorky guy. Noticing you he waved his hand, removing his backpack from its place and beckoning you over. Shaking your head, you quickly climb up to the top and plop down on the seat next to him, pulling out a space-print notebook and a couple of pens.

-What have you got there? When did you start liking Cosmos?- John asked with interest.

-I borrowed a couple of notebooks from Eliza,-you said, sighing, and put your elbow on the table, propping your head on your hand and staring at John, who was fastening erasers and pens with little rubber bands.

-What are you doing?

-Sword-with a serious face John answered, causing you to raise an eyebrow and ask: "A sword?"

-Yeah, the guy pulled out a little man made of erasers from his pencil case and happily demonstrated it to you.

-God, John...-a slight laugh escaped your lips.

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boojangs · 2 days

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Pandora, Chapter 5:

Two for Tripping (Into Love), Chapter 15: (Rating Change)

YMU will hopefully be updated this weekend, thank you for your patience, everyone. Please enjoy these offerings in its stead.

#wenclair #wenclair au #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday #shapeshifter wednesday #college au #hockey au #my fics

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bonesandpens · 2 days

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Is it too obvious I love using yumalia as outfit models 💀

#art #artists on tumblr #wakfu #digital art #wakfu fanart #yugo wakfu #wakfu amalia #krosmoz #ankama #yumalia #modern au #college au

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 day

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Hi I love your blog!

Any fics in which Stiles has to grovel Derek for forgiveness after messing up? I can only find this trope reversed with Derek grovelling but I'd really love to read some where it's the other way around :)

A few.

but we were something (don't you think so?) by Melpomene (Aconitehart)

(1/1 I 9,127 I Explicit)

"This was a mistake," Derek declares. "Here," he tosses the car keys to Stiles, "go home. I'll take the acorn and plant it."

"Deaton said it had to be us!" Stiles protests. "That's why I'm here, because -"

Derek rolls his eyes. "Deaton told you that so you'd come, because he doesn't trust me." He pushes past Stiles. Once he has the stupid acorn and his phone, he'll just run to the coordinates and be done with it. Maybe after that he'll just keep running.

"Wait, just - let me explain."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"I can't drive stick!" Stiles lies. "If you leave me here then I'll be stranded and I'll starve to death."

Derek gives him an incredulous look. "Your Jeep is a manual."

"Just..." Stiles reaches out for him, fingers hooking around his belt loops. "Stay? Please." Stiles' eyes are big, shining. "I'll be quiet and pick up the gummy bears."

In which Derek and Stiles need to go on a roadtrip to plant an acorn.

Yarn Over & Pull Through by seraphina_snape

(1/1 I 9,960 I Teen)

“Is there a point to this? If you’re not in danger, I’m going to hang up. I have other things to do."

That was the perfect opening and it made Stiles smile like an angel. A fallen angel who’d just discovered that the dark side had better cookies anyway. “Other things - like recording another crochet instruction video?” he asked innocently.

The silence on Derek’s end of the line spoke volumes.

(AKA the one where Stiles discovers Derek has a YouTube channel and posts crochet tutorials …who knew crochet was so addictive?)

Aftershocks by 42hrb

(4/4 I 18,137 I Teen)

“I broke his heart.” Stiles said as Lydia held his face in her hands, using one perfectly manicured thumb to wipe away a tear that fell from his eye.

“Sweetie,” Lydia said softly, “I think you broke yours too.”

No Homo by orphanaccount

(12/12 I 84,092 I Explicit)

Stiles' sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic". Derek is the fool who replies.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #break up #happy ending #college au

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urhoneycombwitch · 24 hours

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dirtbag!college!eddie x art student!reader. college au. treating this as a possible intro to a new meetcute frenemies to luvers series <3 (unnamed as of rn)

foreword: since Eddie Munson is our collective Ken doll to dress up as we please I present to you my new and improved: dirtbag!college!Eddie. now with 50% more tattoos and a splash of 90s grunge college academia aesthetic.

cw: drinking, intoxication, R has breasts, R and Eddie are slut4slut in this

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The bass on this houseparty’s stereo pumps through the floorboards, rattling every wall of the building. Hiding out in the less-stimulating kitchen seems like a good option for tonight.

Apparently, this other guy thinks so, too, ‘cuz soon it’s just you and him across the counter from another. He’s handsome, actually. Moonlight from a window above the sink highlights strong cheekbones and a sharp cupid’s bow as he helps himself to a glass from the cupboard.

Slinking out from elbow-rolled shirtsleeves are thick, dark vine tattoos; they wind around his forearms, smattered with hair and freckles, the ink trailing to end at his wrists.

You lean forward onto the counter separating you two (well aware that you’re spilling out of your top), then tip the neck of your beer bottle at him- “Eddie?”

He spins to face you, raises a pretty brow, long lashes sweeping over auburn eyes- “Uh- maybe? Who wants to know, dollface.”

A scrunch of distaste with your nose at the nickname, you barrel through the discomfort- “Oh, I thought it might be you. I’m Robin’s roommate. She said her weed guy had cool tattoos.”

The guy’s face lights up with a lopsided smile, dimples peeking out as he preens, “So you think they’re cool?”

You roll your eyes, take an unamused sip of beer, press a bit further into your hands on the counter. A little thrill at your small victory- his eyes flicking down once, twice, to your cleavage- you ride the alcohol-gifted looseness and adrenaline. “Psst. Hey. My eyes are up here, perv.”

It’s a tease. A goad masked as chiding. Eddie sets his glass of water down, doe eyes fixed on yours, not falling for the trap of your quick inhale- “You seriously sayin’ that to me, when you’re the one with your tits out?”

He tsks, walks those big boots over, leanin’ in to your counter space, close enough to smell the spice of his cologne- “Would almost think you like the attention.”

You swallow hard. Hold your ground, looking up at him through your lashes, bust still on display- “Yeah, and you’d probably like to be the one to give it to me. In your dreams, pal.”

It’s getting harder to play hard-to-get as Eddie bumps his hip against yours. The whites of his eyes are slightly bloodshot (you can smell the heady undercurrent of weed wafting from his clothes), while the black of his pupils are already blown out with feverish lust. “C’mon, have a heart, angel. Can’t fault a boy for dreamin’.”

And goddammit if you don’t melt for that line. (He really is a rather great lyricist, as you’ll come to find out this upcoming semester.)

In retrospect, you’ll never admit it, but you did make the first move- pressed him right up against Linda Satler’s kitchen counter and kissed him, with tongue. Robin walked in on the two of you and got in a full shriek before either of you realized someone else had come in, jumping apart like two children caught arms-deep in a cookie jar.

“God, gross,” she gags, louder than the wave of sound flooding in from the open door. She crosses the room in a few swift strides and plucks at your elbow, a reproachful whisper- “I sent you to get weed, not to make out with the dealer!”

“I am getting weed, Robin,” you insist, patient but firm, pulling from her grasp to turn back to Eddie, teeth worrying at your bottom lip that shimmers with mixed saliva as you ask, sweet and simply- “Can I please have some weed?”

It wasn’t actually your plan to butter Eddie up for a better price (another fact you’d remain stoically opposed to, later), but he gave it to you, all the same- a laughably low amount for a bundle of pre-rolls.

Robin’s eyes bug out at the amount he hands it over- then she smoothly pockets the goods and pats you on the shoulder. “Okay. My mistake. I actually love that you’re both getting acquainted in this manner. You have my blessing to do it a bunch more, just- not when I’m in the room. M’kay?”

She grins cheekily at Eddie before looping her arm in yours, pulling you with her towards the door- you call out before it closes behind you both, “Robin’s number is our landline! You can call me there, if you want!”

Eddie stands still for a few moments after you’re swallowed up by the noise of the party, palm flat to the twinge in his chest. Cupid’s arrow, he can feel it sinking in.

He’s an RA, this semester. Really can’t afford to be seeing cute girls and selling them weed- at least, not at the same time. Gotta straighten up a bit over Spring Break, he thinks.

Then he cracks the window open. Lights up a joint. Smokes out into the fresh night air and tries really hard to think of anything other than your tits. (A game of mostly losses.)

#upcoming fic #dirtbag!Eddie #college au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut

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bluelinen · 3 days

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𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

Pairing: Friend's older brother!Choso x fem!Reader Synopsis: After a moment in the Kamo household the thread of your story has been entwined with those of the two boys who live there. One, a boy you met during your first semester of college who’s warm smile firmly burrowed it's way deep into your heart. The other, his older brother with an air of mystery and the sultry lingering scent of crushed cigarettes following close behind him. The way his eyes roam over you rocks your world and unbeknownst to even himself, he'd give anything, do anything just to keep your eyes fixed back squarely, solely onto him.

Your knuckles rapt several times on the wooden door and the moment your eyes caught sight of the figure behind it you knew you were done for.

Itadori had brought up his brother once or twice before. A quiet dude. Dishevelled looking, usually tired. Keeps to himself and almost never leaves his room, let alone his apartment. You expected something like that when Yuji sent a text informing you that he needed to get a few errands done so it’d be a while before he’d get back for that study session.

‘My big bro’ll be home, he’ll open up for you.’

Some hermit, a odd looking dude who looked like he’d never seen the light of day. While beholding him now you find that the description wasn't entirely a lie.. But god was it far from the truth.

Whatever.. whoever you expected, it wasn’t him.

The wooden door drew open and your face was immediately met with the faded print of the large t-shirt that fitted nicely over his broad chest.

You blinked. How tall was this guy? You considered yourself a pretty average height, a lot of guys were taller than you but this.. this was stupid. You had to actively tilt your head upwards and you obliged to do so, your eyes trailing upwards along the serpentine ink around his neck, the small head of the reptilian creature making an appearance just under the black stud in his left ear as the guy tilted his head to the side with indifference, stretching the muscles of his slender neck.

A soft yawn drew your attention to the lips that parted for its escape. You found it a lovely sound, a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing again once. Maybe twice. A couple more times actually..

You figured it wouldn't be long before you'd hear it again when your clear eyes flickered up to his far muddier ones. It was like he had just gotten out of bed. Sleeping a few minutes before begrudgingly coming to answer the door. Or rather attempting at sleeping, quite unsuccessfully as evidenced by the dark circles under his dark dark eyes.

Those deep brown lenses gave insight to no particular emotion or thought you found, but were still so mesmerising, so much so you almost didn’t register the large stripe of black tattooed over the bridge of his nose. Which was quite unprecedented considering the fact that it was the most noticeable feature of his face, stretching from the side of one cheek to the other. It was an unusual place for an unusual tattoo but you felt it fit him well as did his strong nose and his pretty.. pretty lips..

My god he was hot.

“You’re Yuji’s friend.. Right?” He asked, sluggishly blinking down at your form, his voice a mellow hum. A pale heavy hand reached up to scratch the back of his head, inching a few strands of hair out of it’s messy updo as he gazed somewhat skywards, seemingly addressing more himself than you. “He did say a friend was coming over...”

He blinked again and focused his eyes back onto you. “Uh.. You’re welcome to stay and wait for him till he comes back.”

You barely took in what he was saying, quite frankly struck dumb at the make of the man standing before you. There’s no way he was real.

You stared up at him, wide-eyed and an expression of slight bewilderment crosses over his. One eyebrow raising slightly, the twin piercings hooked into it moving with him as he took in your odd gaze. It wasn’t everyday he opened his door to find a stare like yours waiting for him. He shifted a little at his doorframe, waiting for your response to his offer.

A few seconds passed before you realised you’d been staring too long and your face warmed as you promptly swerved your gaze to the right, focusing on a small rut in the wall. You let out a nervous little laugh as you asked the obvious question. “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

His features relaxed as he observed the change in your manner, giving you a subtle smile as he leaned slightly against the doorway, a tattooed wrist sliding into the pocket of his loose pants. “Would you like to come in and wait for my brother?”

You nodded a little in embarrassment. “Yeah.. That’d be great.”

He moved to the side, giving you space to step in. “Come in.”

As you moved in through the front door you heard a sudden jingle and subconsciously reached for your phone only for the guy to already have his in hand, his brows narrowing slightly at the screen before he looks back over to you again.

“Yuji won’t be back for a while.” He began. You nodded.

“He said he’d be picking up some things didn’t he?”

He shook his head slightly. “That was before. He’ll be gone a lot longer than whatever time that was supposed to take him.”

You wondered what on earth he was talking about until he uttered the word ‘coach’ and it all made a lot more sense.

“Ah..” You sighed. It wasn’t long before the vibration in your pocket informed you of the same thing.

“He says he’ll get back as soon as he can..” Your eyes glance over the ‘sorry’ message on the screen.

Knowing that man he’d probably keep Yuji there till the very next morning. You wondered if you should just reschedule, who knew when he’d get back.. But you’d already made your way here and to make a journey all the way back to that bus stop just to wait on transport with that unreliable timetable, in the cold too, didn’t seem all that appealing. You had your materials and counted on studying all the difficult stuff with Yuji.

Not that he’d probably be of help or anything but struggling together would be fun.. and he did say the most surprisingly conductive things at times. You didn’t mind waiting for Yuji but you also made a glance at his older brother standing before you, arms crossed as he looked over you with a pending stare.

You didn’t want to be a bother.

“You’re still welcome to stay if you want.” Choso states as if having sensed your dilemma.

You looked up at him with a small smile, feeling relieved to hear the simple sentence.

You nodded.

“Okay.”

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A/N: Kinda realised that I should probably promote this fanfic on tumblr too :P

Chapter 2 is out on Ao3 !! if you liked this intro chapter check it out if you think you'd like to follow a more serialised story from me ^^

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cumulo-stratus · 2 days

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Embrace[s.r]

spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

WARNINGS- angst, internalized homophobia, self esteem issues, crying, mentions of mommy issues

college au!Ethan x college au!spencer reid ][ hurt/comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- ok this is actually my first ship fic and im so excited!! i've been obsessed with Ethan x spencer ever since i started writing this! hope y'all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing <3

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there was a soft breeze drifting through the window ruffling the non-existent curtains that no college student was going to spend their little money on. Instead there were some cheap shades provided by the university.

Ethan never minded his small means, his small dorm with a small bed despite being in his junior year. The bed was big enough to fit him and Spencer and that's all he cared about.

but tonight, in the dark room they weren't sitting on top together- no Spencer was hunched over himself his body wracking sob after sob, and ethan’s arms wrapped around him. they left comforting circles on his back, and squeezed spencer tightly against his chest.

the darkened room left both boys faces wailed by shadows, hiding spencers tear track stained cheeks from his best friend.

ethan’s hushed voice was deafening over the silence of the tiny dorm room. He whispered quiet small nothings into spencers ear.

spencers cheek was smushed into his best friends shoulder, and his face was in ethan’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his worn university sweatshirt.

spencers knees were pulled to his chest in a self soothing motion, and ethan’s arm wrapped around the ball of spencer in his lap. Spencer also had his arms wrapped tightly around ethan’s waist, white knuckle gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

spencer had never felt worth more than when he was with Ethan. Ethan saw him for more than a 187 IQ or a multiple degree nerd. To Ethan, spencer was a man who had humor, deep empathy, and so so much love to give.

And it was nights like these were sometimes spencer needed a little help remembering that.

after all, thats what best friends are for right?

by two am, spencers body didn’t have any more tears to cry. He was a tired cookie sinking into his best friend’s arms.

“i, im sorry,”

spencer sounded hesitant, voice still shaky and throat still frogged. Ethan only chuckled lightly to himself, causing spencers eyebrows to knit together slightly and his head to perk up from its place on the other boys shoulder at the sound.

“spencer you've nothin to be sorry for” ethan’s soothing drawl lulled spencers worries along with the bashful smile he held for the idiotic genius in front of him.

this caused a small smile to crawl its way onto spencers lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“everyone needs a lil’ reassurance sometimes- even geniuses like you spence,”

spence. only Ethan called him spence. spencer liked when ethan called him that. the only other person who had a nickname for him was his mother, and thats a whole other can of worms filled with mommy issues we dont have time for.

these reassuring words caused the aforementioned smile to grow on his lips a centimeter or two. Spencer had now raised his head to look directly at Ethan. Their faces were so close, they could feel each others breath warming the others’ lips.

Ethan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards to spencer’s pink lips, the moment getting the better of him. the young genius was too busy staring into ethan’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

the bearded man tentatively lifted a hand to spencers cheek. he cupped it gently, his thumb rubbing away the tear tracks littering spencers soft cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat rising to his already warm cheeks.

this caused spencer to smile a bit, his eyes crinkling slightly from joy and bashfulness. they reminded themselves of school girls, blushing and grinning for eachother.

Ethan leaned in closer without actually touching spencers face with his, if that was possible. though it was spencer who took the final leap to close the gap.

Spencers lips felt exactly how Ethan had imagined them for months, the kiss feeling electric as they danced. Ethan had been pining for his best friend for months, but this whole experience was new for spencer. He had never really kissed anyone, and he had never really imagined it being with a man. but it felt right. like so many things had just clicked into place and spencer felt at peace in ethan’s arms

finally pulling away air, they both grinned big bashful smiles at each other. “that was nice, i like doing that. i like kissing you.” Spencer the ever logical man of science stated them as facts, though the hearts in his eyes were far from logical.

“can i kiss you again?” Ethan phrased it more like a statement than a question, but the offer still stood. instead of a response, Ethan got a kiss, which i guess one could say is a response. this time neither was caught off guard, and they could enjoy it more.

spencer felt fireworks behind his eyes to say the least.

when the pair reluctantly pulled away for air again, Ethan couldn't help but stare into spencer blown, honey brown pupils. Thais caused spencer to blush, a warmth creeping up his cheeks, blending with the buzzing lingering on his lips left by ethan’s own lips.

“i like you, ethan, like a lot”

ethan chuckled a bit, not at spencers admittance, but at the fact he fel the need to say it. “oh really spence, we practically just made out. but for the record i like you to, like a lot” Ethan had a warm smile fas as he spoke, looking down at spencer, who was still resting the side of his head against ethan’s shoulder.

spencer blushed a little when Ethan called him out, but knew he only meant it lovingly. though lovingly was the only way ethan ever spoke to spencer.

Even before spencer collapsed into his arms crying when he came over to vent about classwork, even before Ethan comforted him with no hesitation, and even before they practically made out. which was why Ethan felt the need to support

“hey spence?”

“ya?”

“you know it’s okay that you kissed a guy, ive known i was into guys since freshman year, its okay.”

spencer looked down, fiddling with his fingers like he always did. Ethan took the opportunity to take spencers hands in his. “hey, honey, look at me, it’s okay.” spencer darted his eyes up to Ethan’s and he said with an obvious frog in his throat “its okay that I kissed you, its okay that im in love with you.”

ethan’s smile was warm at spencer’s words, and he placed a peck on his cheek. “thank you handsome, thats all i wanted to hear.” spencer was even more blushy at the pet name, leaning farther into ethan’s shoulder in the hopes of obscuring his face in the other boys sweater.

“you know if your in love with me, then i think that means we should be boyfriends, right?” Ethan had a playful tone, but the questions till stood.

“i think so too, boyfriend.” spencer spoke joyfully, a smile on his face as he placed one last kiss on his now boyfriends lips.

without any other words said the new couple laid down together. spencer laid with his back resting against his boyfriends chest as he curled in on himself.

Ethan took the opportunity as the big spoon to rest in face in spencers hair, the smell of his hair gel bringing comfort.

Spencer fell asleep to the sound of ethan’s breathing and the feeling of his boyfriend’s warmth against their skin. He felt like more than enough in ethan’s arms, in ethan’s embrace.

The End

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Bad Blood • pt. VI

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, you find it difficult to let go of the past. Your trauma lies deeper than you think. When when you meet somebody who understands your pain, your journey of self-discovery and healing begins to set sail. For once, everything in your life seems to click.

➸ warnings/notes: reader is of romanian descent, afab! reader, mentions of trauma, descriptions of death and traumatic events, profanity, friends to lovers trope, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (18+), trauma bonding, eventual mutual pining, mentions of the golden trio being dicks for the sake of the story

word count: 2.1k

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BY THE TIME that the movie night rolled around I wasn't in the mood for it anymore. In the span of the past 4 or so hours, I had received at least 25 messages from Hermione and Harry. The contents varied from "can we talk" to more condescending ones like "you're ignoring us for them now?".

I sighed as I plopped onto the couch, everybody filing in as Theo set up the projector to face the dark, stone wall across from us. Pansy sat to my right as she chatted with Enzo and Blaise - something about their upcoming exam.

"Okay!" yells Theo as he claps his hands, "what are we in the mood for?"

"Pretty Woman!" came Mattheo's voice from behind me. Everybody groaned at this suggestion. He, completely unbothered by the reactions in the room, walked in with his bag on one shoulder, throwing it down next to the couch before taking a seat beside me.

"Hey, that's my seat," said Theo as he stopped fiddling with the projector to complain.

Mattheo threw his arm on the back of the couch before shrugging. "Find another one."

Theo only rolled his eyes as he finally set up the movie.

Draco sighed from the other side of the room, his arms filled with snacks that he probably stole from the kitchen with Blaise. "We've seen this about 3 million times."

"Well, do you have any other ideas?" asked Mattheo cockily.

Draco only crossed his arms and sat down onto an empty armchair after throwing the snacks onto the coffee table for everybody else.

My phone buzzed in my pocket for what felt like the millionth time today. I pulled it out to reply, maybe if I gave them a response just this once they'd leave me alone for the rest of the night. The intro to the movie began so I turned my brightness down to not disturb the others.

- - -

I felt a pair of eyes on me, watching my every move. I didn't need to look to know who it was - Mattheo, his eyebrows quirked up at me, his eyes scrutinizing the look on my face. I didn't like how he constantly seemed to be examining me. Sometimes it almost felt like he was trying to read my mind.

"What's up?" he whispered, his head dipping down to meet my eye level. Everybody's attention was still on the movie, and if they heard the intrusion of his voice, they paid no mind to it.

I shrugged, my body leaning to grab some popcorn before crashing back against the cushions. The boy beside me sighed, stretching his arms above his head before letting them fall onto the back of the couch, right behind my shoulders.

Trying my best to not tense up from the feeling of his skin brushing against my neck, I decided to chime into the previous attempt at a conversation.

"Ginny texted me. I told her I'd talk to her tomorrow."

The fabric on the sofa made an obnoxious sound as Mattheo shifted around, his legs readjusting as he thought about his next words.

"Is that such a good idea? That didn't go so well last time," he said hesitantly.

I pursed my lips, deep in thought. Shrugging once more, I chewed on the salty popcorn in my hand. "Maybe not. She said she'd be down to join us for lunch, though."

His eyes shot up in surprise. "Oh? I didn't think-"

"Mattheo, if you're gonna choose the same boring movie over and over, can you at least pay attention?" came Draco's annoyed tone. I only chuckled at Draco's agitation, continuing to watch the movie in silence.

The rest of the night passed by swiftly. I didn't receive any more texts, and Mattheo stopped trying to pry. Everything was well, and I was actually starting to feel better - the few hours we had to bond during the movie made my mood rise immensely.

But when the time came to go to our dorms, I began to sense a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Truthfully, sleeping had been rough these past few months.

The war was still fresh in my mind, as I'm sure was the case for everyone else. It was hard for me to open up about it. The only person I ever talked to being Harry, since he was the only one who understood how traumatic events still follow you no matter how hard you tried to lose them. He even knew what it was like to be plagued by recurring nightmares - ones that would make you wake up in a cold sweat, unsure of where you were, feeling like you were transported back in time to the root of the trauma.

However I haven't spoken to him about anything since summer ended, especially now that we were sort of on bad terms.

So, begrudgingly I made my way up to bed, praying that I wouldn't be cursed with another nightmare tonight. It was soon clear to me that my praying was in vain as I woke up with a start, my heart hammering as I tried to gasp for air. I was desperate to regain the oxygen in my lungs, my mouth hung wide as I drank in every breath.

Normally I would text Harry and he would occasionally call me to talk about it. Hearing somebody's voice always grounded me in reality, and when that wasn't possible, he would merely give me advice on how to fall back asleep, offering his playlist of meditations and calming music.

I didn't have that right now.

The next thing in my mind was to slip out of bed quietly and pad downstairs to the common room. It was deathly late by now, but a part of me still hoped somebody would be up reading or studying. Yet I knew that was only wishful thinking.

As expected the common room was blanketed in an eerie silence, the darkness engulfing me as I walked in deeper. The uneasiness of the dream was still lingering, and I hugged myself in a weak attempt to comfort myself.

Maybe lighting the fire would help.

I didn't stop to think that I actually had no idea how to start a fire or the fact that I could've just used a spell to do it. My mind was too flustered to think straight, and instead of pulling out my wand like a normal person, I start shoving wood blocks into the fire place, my heart still racing against my ribcage.

What the fuck was I doing?

"What the fuck are you doing?" said a voice behind me. The wood from my hands slipped as I jolted upwards, my hands shaking from the sudden intrusion, my nightmare, and my confusion at how to start a fire all at once.

"Enzo, what are you doing up?" I asked, my knees bending to pick up the dropped cargo.

He let out a breathy laugh, trying to be quiet so as to not wake others.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Rolling my eyes, I dropped my knees to the floor once more, grunting in frustration. "How do you start this stupid thing?" I said, my voice wavering as I tried not to cry out of both frustration and discomfort at my current situation.

Enzo walked towards me and sat next to me, his hands stopping my motions before pulling out his wand and casting incendio.

I resisted the urge to slap my forehead. "Of course... I could've done that," I almost laughed.

Crossing my legs, I moved backwards from the fire slightly, my eyes never leaving the flaming embers. The low light in the room was incredibly relaxing. I only hoped it would make me sleepy enough to go back to bed.

Moving to sit next to me, Enzo's gaze studied me, his eyebrows scrunched in concern.

"You never answered my question."

I ripped my eyes away from the fireplace, looking at him now. "Ah. You never answered mine," I said smartly.

He only rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he responded, "Mattheo heard someone walking around but he was too tired to get up so he texted me to check it out."

Scrunching my nose, I tried to hold in a laugh. He was too lazy to get up and look down the hallway, but he could text a coherent sentence to make someone else do it? Mattheo really was something else. Of course I was never one to judge - but he really wasn't what I expected him to be at all. He was kind when the time called for it, he knew when to be serious and when to joke, he was actually pleasant to be around.

Theo was growing on me, albeit slowly.

But Enzo? I still wasn't sure how to mend the broken friendship. Maybe it was already en route to fixing itself, but if I didn't say anything now to properly break the ice, when will I?

"I'm up because - well... a lot of reasons, actually," I said, my fingers plucking at the rug underneath me. Enzo said nothing as he waited for me to keep talking. He was always so good at listening, which is why I knew this wouldn't be too challenging to get out.

I didn't really know where to start to be honest.

"Enzo, listen. I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am-"

"Y/N-" he started but I interrupted him almost immediately. I was fully turned to him now, my eyes hesitatingly meeting his.

"Just let me finish. Please. I know I never gave you the chance to explain yourself, and I don't deserve the same right now, but I really need you to know how much I regret what I said to you that day."

My voice was weaker than I had hoped it would sound, but he mentioned nothing of it as he nodded and let me continue.

"You've always been good to me, you were the best friend I could've asked for. I never should've pushed you away, you deserved a chance and I never gave it to you... So much time has passed but I never forgave myself for how I treated you. Everything was happening so fast and I was so scared and I..." my voice cracked. I lowered my head as I took a deep breath.

"I was scared of losing you to the war, to the other side - and the only way I thought would make it hurt less only hurt us more in the end. I'll spend every singlet day making it up to you. Just tell me what I can do and-"

The air was knocked out of me as Enzo threw himself onto me, his arms enveloping me in a familiar warmth. He was too forgiving.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. We both did things we aren't proud of during those times," he said, his voice muffled by my hair. Pulling back, he kept a hand on my shoulder as he gave me a small smile.

"It means a lot to me that you're back, y'know. That's all I care about."

"And all I care about it getting some sleep. The fuck are you guys chatting about so late?"

Both you and Enzo whipped your heads behind you, the sight of Mattheo's sluggish body casting a shadow across the floor. He looked grumpy, like he was mad that he was so rudely awoken from his beauty sleep. Muttering a half-hearted apology, Enzo stood up to make his way bad to bed.

"Thank you," he said to you, but for what he was thankful for, you weren't too sure.

Mattheo watched as you bid him goodnight and made your way back to your own dorm as well. An unfamiliar feeling settled in his stomach knowing that Enzo was the one to comfort you during the deep hours of the night and not him - but why that was he didn't know. Perhaps it was his ego talking. Yeah. That was it - he was just upset that Enzo would get the credit of being a better friend than him.

At least that's what he told himself to help him fall asleep.

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(in)dependent

wc: 1.4k

tw: angst, mentions of intercourse, hardships, mentions of self-harm, miscommunication, crying, boyfriend!mark x fem!reader

a/n: not proofread. sorryy

not everything works.

some things can't be salvaged.

that's what mark told himself. what he's felt for the past year of how this relationship of yours wasn't his fault neither yours, that it had to come to an end. mark missed you. the week break the students were given was getting closer to the day you'd all have to return.

mark knocked upon the wooden door, which was immediately met by a giddy you, engulfing your boyfriend. mark of course smiled as he breathed in your scent. mark stepped inside your dorm, removing his shoes and placing his bag down. "what's got you so happy today? we have to go back tomorrow?" he questioned.

you laughed pulling him by the wrist to sit him onto your bed. you climbed on top of his lap kissing against his neck and jawline, beginning to speak, "nothing, i just missed. . . you. i was thinking we could—" mark then cut you off.

"no, no yn i think. . . we – we need to talk." he stated trying to push you off of him. it's like you were obsessed. not that there's a problem with that, he's your boyfriend after all but you were too obsessed. overzealously craving him.

mark was serious, you attempted to nip at his neck more, whining softly. but mark only pushed you completely off of him now standing in front of you. "don't do this mark, don't—baby don't leave me." you cried pulling at his shirt. "i need you close to me."

frustrated, mark put his hands up to his face to block his emotions. if without context, it'd seem like you were a creepy, fanatical person over your lover. but deep down you were just someone who wasn't given attention as an adolescent and now had someone to cling to, to grasp that attention from. you felt as if you needed to please mark, he was your boyfriend if you wanted him to stay, that would get the job done.

you thought that sex could be the glue to all your problems, make it seem like you were more appealing to love, just to show how devoted you were to mark. you'd hope in that case, mark would reciprocate. "no. what do we need to talk about? are you hurt? is something wrong?" if there was something wrong with your boyfriend that'd only make it 10 times worse for you.

mark sat down next to you, placing his hands on your thighs to soothe you. "baby, im fine i just need you to talk to me in this moment. okay?" mark circled his thumb against your exposed skin, bringing himself closer to you. "i just wonder." he trailed off, hesitant to ask. "have you ever thought of other ways to display your affection?"

your heart skipped a beat. "what do you not like when we —" your words frantically spilling out.

"no, no, no that's not it yn. its just." mark sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose "i-i just need some space you know? there's just a lot of the time where we — i don't want to be pleased in that way?" he said, pressing his lips in a thin line to reject his emotions.

"so no more. . ." you quietly asked, voice breaking. mark let his head slightly fall, "no yn im not saying no more. but a break wouldn't hurt... you know." he finished, you wrapped your arms around him, placing your head into the crook of his neck.

"i just love you so much. i-i need you, you're so perfect and i don't want you to leave me. i just want to show you how much you mean to me." you confessed. mark sighed it didn't seem like you were one-hundredly getting the message.

"im not going to leave you yn, im not going anywhere." mark reassured you, rubbing your tears away with his thumbs. "you- we just need to find a healthier way to cope with your needs towards me. okay?" tears continued to fall down your cheeks as mark continued. though he didn't completely intend for it to come off as you were being obsessive, he needed you to know that.

you shook your head trying to prevent more tears from falling, but it only intensified. "it's just.. mark~ i can't help it. it makes my skin itch i just want to touch you, even if we're out with friends. i just hate standing there not being able to let everyone see how much i love you. how much i appreciate you. mark i love you. i really do." you pleaded, biting the dead skin off your lips. mark cupped your chin bringing your gaze towards his.

"babe i know. . i know you hate it, but sometimes it can be too much for me. you don't have to please me in sexual ways to show that you love me. . ." your tears flowed like a river, constantly pouring down your face as you tried to understand where your lover was coming from.

"but, but i don't get to see you that often, especially with our dorms being split by gender. and we don't have any classes together, so i just want to make you feel good. i feel closer to you when we do." you explained, hoping he'd get where you were coming from. you thought maybe he brought this up because you'd been two had been at your friends alot more recently due to something they'd been going through.

"we've been sleeping in the same bed for a few nights now at karina's. yn promise me we're close." mark placed a kiss upon your forehead.

you brought your face slightly back up, kissing mark's neck, but he jerked back. "yn, stop." he places his hands on your shoulders to restrain you. he hates that he had to be this stern with you, seeing how easily it broke you down. but the conversation you just had telling you not to do that exact thing. he needed to tell you.

"why?"

"because. because yn i just kindly asked for you to give me some space! i love you yn i really do but i need the space. im so fucking exhausted you don't get it..." mark finally raised his voice out you for the first time ever.

he didn't like what he'd done but it had to been done. of course he'd know it wouldn't end well, you were too sensitive to be spoken to in that tone, but the action you were partaking in had to be addressed sooner or later.

you sat up and immediately got off of your boyfriend, feeling nauseous. it might've seemed dramatic but you detested the way it felt when people raised their voice to you. especially, when this was the one person you loved and adored most.

mark ran after you, unfortunately not quick enough before he was met with a slammed door. he'd never seen you react this quick to a situation like this and it brought panic to himself. mark knocked at the door, "yn, don't do this. . ." all that could be heard was your soft cries on the opposite side.

"yn. please i didn't mean to upset you like this.."

"go away mark!" you yelled back.

"no. im not going away til you open this door."

"i thought. . . you wanted your space. well look now you've gotten it. all the fucking space you could ever want." you spewed out, through tears and a broken voice. "baby..." silence was returned. mark called once more but only was met with the same silence.

"don't hurt yourself. please don't tell me you're hurting yourself..." mark cried, this whole situation seemed completely fucked.

"im not. mark just leave me be please."

"yn don't do this again, i'm here for you, i love you. i love the affection you give me, it's a bit excessive but i still love you. and i will no matter what. it was wrong of me to shove you off me like that and raise my voice...please don't hurt yourself." he pleaded, the last thing he need was you hurting yourself in any way.

"i'm not."

"good. can you come out then?"

"no! i want you, i just don't want to talk" you slowly opened the door and as per usual you clung onto him right away. "just hold me, i'm sorry for pushing you to do things, but please let me be close."

mark guided you over to your bed and lied down with you still in his arms. "i can do that, it's alright"

"just please don't yell at me again" you mumbled.

although the problem was never resolved, it had it one step closer to being fixed. that being realization of the problem. mark could fix you. he would fix you.

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