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emphistic · 1 month

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Moonstruck

a/n: im going to try a new format for one-shots bc i dont like how my old one looked

Taglist: @starlets-things @sad-darksoul

"He's staring at you!" Your friend, Zoe, whisper-shouted in a singsong tone.

"He's such a moron," you grumbled, focused on finishing your assignment.

"Y/N, c'mon," Zoe turned to you with a serious look on her face. "You should totally just give him a chance. He's got the hots for you, hundred and twenty percent," your friend patted herself on the back.

You sighed, "That's ridiculous," before turning over to look at Sukuna for yourself.

And as your friend has said, he was already staring at you. He rested his head on his fist, and delivered a sultry look your way.

You cocked your head to the side, as if to say, what?

Sukuna mouthed back, you know what, before he lifted his head from his fist, and flipped you off.

Speechless, you gawked at the pink-haired man.

"He is so into you, girl."

"He is so not," you muttered, turning back to face your friend.

"But Y/N," she whined, "you guys are literally so cute together. Combining both of your genes will literally make the best babies."

"He's such an oaf, the most annoying man-child I've ever met," you rolled your eyes, before shaking your head.

At this point, Zoe just gave up on her matchmaking abilities, and rested her head on the desk beside yours.

All the while — across the classroom — Sukuna's twin brother, Yuuji, was no different from Zoe.

Yuuji wiggled his eyebrows at his older brother, "I see the way you look at her. Ooooh, does my cold-hearted brother have a crush?"

Sukuna glared down at Yuuji, who was making kissy faces and noises, "I should've eaten you in the womb."

Yuuji immediately dropped his act, "How dare you."

The rest of the class went by quickly; your friend said she had something to do so you just packed up your stuff.

Minutes after you left the room and entered the hallway, you were roughly pulled into what you assumed was a janitor's closet.

You heard the door lock behind you.

Even in the dark, you could still cleary make out two crimson eyes staring back at you.

"Sukuna. Why are we here?"

"Don't play dumb," he walked towards you as you kept on backing away, until your back met the wall. "God, you're so fucking annoying."

Your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and you saw Sukuna lean down towards you, your noses barely apart. Your breathing quickened.

"I can't stop thinking about you. You've been in my head all day," Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you.

"And just, what are you going to do that?"

Something snapped in Sukuna, he didn't even bother holding back.

You felt one of his hands roughly grip your waist, while the other tangled itself in your hair. He breathed in your scent; it was intoxicating for him.

He forced his lips onto you like an animal, before biting your bottom lip, drawing blood. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside.

This wasn't new to either of you, you've been in this little arrangement of yours for quite some time now. Albeit your friends know nothing of it; which is probably best.

"Sukuna," you giggled against his lips.

"Mm, you're so beautiful. Just can't get enough of you."

Your noses brushed against each other.

"Hah—" You found it hard to breathe.

Sukuna pulled your hair, emitting a squeal from you.

"Sukuna, please, I can't—" You felt tears sting your eyes, your mascara smeared over your cheeks.

He pressed his lips against yours, "Just for a little more. You can take that, right?"

You fervently nodded, although you felt a little dazed, and out of your mind.

The seconds passed by slowly, and the minutes passed by even slower, until Sukuna finally decided he was satisified.

He pulled away, and smirked to himself, looking at your half-lidded eyes, your mascara stained face, your lips stuck out in a pout. And as cocky as he was, Sukuna couldn't deny he was also out of breath.

Panting, you said, "You're such a jerk."

"Sure, sweetheart." Sukuna wiped your lipgloss off of his now shining lips.

"Serious, 'Kuna. You need to learn to let me breathe."

Sukuna rolled his eyes, "Pfft — as if you weren't the one provoking me."

You scoffed, and fixed your hair — or, well, attempted to, at least.

Sukuna adjusted his pants, and ruffled his unruly hair, before moving his hand to unlock the closet. You stood behind him in anticipation.

A beat passed.

"Well? What's taking you so long? Don't know how to unlock a door?" You teased, but when Sukuna didn't retaliate, you soon realized the direness of the situation at hand.

"It's not unlocking," Sukuna turned to face you, confusion mixed in his tone.

"I see that, dumbass," you muttered, sliding down the wall into a sitting position.

You were going to be here for a while.

What could you do to pass time?

#sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff #im so sick and ill #but i will never be sick of writing sukuna

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mrsbrookemunson · 1 year

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I've seen a few stories about the reader being Eddie's secret admirer but what about the other way around? Eddie is your secret admirer and leaves you little notes in your locker. He praises you and encourages you-- maybe a little pick-me-up when you're feeling down. Occasionally he'll slip small gifts into your backpack. Anything to see you smile :)

I love this idea. This is going to be a little self-indulgent, not gonna lie.

Warnings: TOOTH. ROTTING. FLUFF. a lil angst, insecure reader, no use of pronouns, no use of 'y/n', Eddie's a little bit of an idiot, very low-key stalker!Eddie, Robin, mentions of unrequited feelings (it's rumored he likes Chrissy), not proofread so most likely grammar and spelling errors (sorry)

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Eddie Munson was absolutely enamored by you. He didn't quite know what it was that drew him to you. You weren't part of the popular crowd, you only had your small group of friends, and you always seemed to be so... self-conscious - or so he noticed.

Maybe that was where he got the idea in the first place.

He noticed you were especially quiet one day. Head down, headphones over your ears as you wrote seamlessly in your journal. He wondered what you were writing about, what you were listening to, and why you had a small frown etched onto your face.

Had someone said something to you?

You suddenly raised your hand.

His head snapped forward.

Had you caught him staring? Were you going to say something? Humiliate him? He pictured a thousand ways this could go.

"May I go to the restroom, please?" you asked, timidly.

But, that wasn't one of them.

"Quickly please..." the teacher granted.

You got up and walked out of the classroom. Eddie glanced over at your journal, a pen in between the pages, bookmarking where you left off. He bit his lip, concentrating on something before a lightbulb lit up in his mind. He glimpsed at the teacher than at the door before ripping a small piece of paper out of his notebook. His tongue ever-so-slightly poked out as he scribbled down something in a hurry before leaning over to slip it in between the pages of your journal.

The bell rang right when you stepped back into the classroom, giving Eddie the perfect opportunity to leave undetected. He smoothly slipped passed you, your shoulders brushing each other's. It sent sparks up through his body. The feeling lingered and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

He wanted to watch your reaction, but that would risk giving him away. He forced himself away, already planning his next plan of action.

You on the other hand were in shock.

Good job on the test. I saw you got an A. You're too smart for the rest of this school... and too pretty. - Love, your secret admirer <3

Your eyebrows furrowed a little. Neither one of this person's statements were necessarily true. There were people way prettier than you here, not to mention smarter. But, nonetheless it was nice to hear. It brought a smile to your face, but it slowly fell.

Surely, this is a joke.

You were surprised to say the least the next morning when you opened your locker and a note fluttered down, out and onto the floor. You leaned down to pick it up and carefully looked around whilst standing upright. You unfolded the piece of paper.

Did I mention you were pretty in my last note? I did't mean to sound creepy - not to say you aren't pretty because you are very pretty, I could stare at you all day. Don't read that. - Love, your secret, not creepy, admirer :)

You giggled at the slight awkwardness the writing held. It was almost endearing. Key word: Almost. You still couldn't help but think this was some kind of joke.

"What's that?" Robin asked, pointing to the note in your hand.

"Wha-oh nothing!" You stuck it in your pocket.

"Oooo, does someone have a secret admirer?" she teased

"What?! No, that's-that's silly," you denied "It was just trash, something from an old assignment."

"Uh huh, sure."

"Robin!" you scolded, annoyed. "I'm being serious."

She put her hands up in surrender. "Whatever. You. Say."

You rolled your eyes, as the two of you began to walk side-by-side to your first period.

"But, if it is a secret admirer, who do you think it is? Who do you want it to be?"

"Look." You stopped walking, cuing Robin to also stop. "Even if it is something, it's probably a joke. One of the jocks playing some cruel prank on me." You glanced behind you and saw none other than Eddie Munson standing there staring at you. You smiled when you met his eyes.

His eyes widened a slight blush creeping up onto his cheeks, as he rushed off.

Robin caught the interaction. "What was that all about?" she asked, excitedly.

"Nothing!"

"What if it's him?"

"Who? Eddie?"

"Yes, Eddie!"

You shook your head. "No. That can't be possible, wasn't it rumored he liked Chrissy a couple of months ago?" You started to walk again.

"Firstly, that was a couple of months ago, and secondly, it was 'rumored'. It was never confirmed."

"Doesn't sound unreasonable to me," you said, not trying to sound too upset. "Guys like Eddie, don't like girls like me."

"You want it to be him, don't you?"

"Forget it, it's not important. What is important is the Econ test."

Robin groaned loudly, reluctantly stepping into the classroom. You turned back to where Eddie was previously standing and with a loud sigh you entered the classroom.

Eddie's eyes were glued to you in the cafeteria. You were cheerfully talking to Robin about something and his heart couldn't help but flutter at the way your eyes lit up. What he'd give to be able to talk with you, and listen to that sweet voice of yours for hours.

He watched, intently, as your eyes suddenly caught your reflection on something. He saw the way you slumped before attempting to sit up more. The grimace on your face growing more evident by the second.

Why the Hell were you looking at the love of his life that way?

He ripped out a piece of paper and wrote something down. Standing up, he stormed out of the cafeteria and to your locker where he slipped the note in. He scanned his surroundings and saw no one around to ruin the secret before it had really even started. Whistling, as he goes to his locker. He opened it when a note fell from it. He picked it up and read it.

Meet me in the woods at 12:15 tomorrow. Bring whatever you have. - C.C.

C.C.? His eyes widened in realization.

Chrissy Cunningham wants to do a drug deal?

You smiled, softly, when you saw your secret admirer had left you yet another note.

No matter what you think, you look absolutely beautiful today - and everyday. I like you in blue. - Love, your secret admirer <3

You felt as though you were in a daze. You looked down at your blue sweater which - until now - you felt like a blimp in. Guess, whoever your secret admirer is thought otherwise. You bite your lip and tucked the note in between the pages of your journal where you'd keep - like all the rest of them - it there for safe keeping.

"Anymore love letters?" Robin asked, scaring you.

"Don't do that!" You put a hand over your heart as if it'd help slow it down from its rapid pace. "Yeah, if you consider them love letters."

"Do you want me to try to help you figure them out?"

"If you say-"

"I'll start. Eddie."

"Robin!" You slam your locker and walk away. "It's not him."

"Talk to him, be friendly, see what happens-hey, I might be right!"

"That would be the first."

"Hey!" She grabbed your shoulder to stop you. "I know it's really hard to be brave because you're scared of what the outcome could be, but think about it-if this person is being genuine, you might have something really special here."

You sigh. "I'll think about it, okay?"

Robin grins, widely. "Now, start with Eddie."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, but only to get you off my back, and cross him off the list."

It can't be him, it's impossible.

You sat down at your usual seat, now being awkwardly aware it's next to Eddie's seat. You pull out your journal, smiling when you see the note previous notes you've received. You turn back to your backpack to grab your pen but are surprised to see that there is a new set of pens next to your pencil bag. You pull it out and observe it. They were nice, really nice. One in blue, pink, red, black, orange, green, and purple. A note attached to them.

Thought you might like these since you write so much. I noticed you color code things sometimes so I bought you a couple of different colors to give you some options. Hope you like them - Love, your secret - now broke - admirer.

You laugh, pleasantly surprised. You remembered leaving your backpack on a chair in the cafeteria that morning while you used the bathroom. You tend to forget to go at home due oversleeping, leading to the frantic rush of trying to get ready in time.

Eddie perked up hearing the sound of your laughter beside him making him look over. His breath hitched in his throat - you liked his note, you liked him present, you were liking him. He cleared his throat. "What's that you got?"

You froze for a moment. "Huh?" You looked at Eddie.

He pointed toward the note. "Got a secret admirer or something?"

You bit back a smile. "Something like that." You couldn't hide your giddiness.

Eddie found it absolutely adorable. "Any ideas of who it is?"

"Nope, not a clue." You narrowed your eyes at him. "Wouldn't be you, would it?"

Eddie nearly choked, but he somehow held his composure. "Sorry, sweetheart, but it is not."

You shrugged, not even noticing the slip of the pet name in his answer. "I figured."

He gave you a confused expression. "You-you figured?"

"Well, yeah, everyone knows you-" you leaned closer toward him. "You like Chrissy," you whispered.

He gaped at you. "Chrissy?"

"Yeah."

"Where on Earth did you hear that?"

"People were talking about it a couple of months ago. Don't tell me it's not true."

His posture straightened. "What if I told you it wasn't?"

You weakly smiled. "I'd call you a liar," you replied, softly. Paying attention to the teacher as she started the class.

It made it so you didn't catch the way Eddie sunk further into his seat.

What had he done?

That was his chance to tell you how he felt, and he blew it.

Chrissy Cunningham?

Now, all he thought about for the rest of class was the fact that he was having a drug deal with his so-called 'crush' tomorrow in the woods.

Wasn't it obvious he was in love with you?

The answer is no, no it wasn't because if it was maybe you would've already pulled the plug and ask him out, but you hadn't and you wouldn't especially not after his lack of denial for liking Chrissy Cunningham.

Robin was wrong.

"You were wrong," you said to Robin, passing by her quickly in the hallway.

It was the next day, the bell for the lunch period had rung just a few seconds ago and you were briefly explaining your avoidance to your best friend.

"But, I'm never wrong!" she claimed in a shout over the crowd. "He's lying!"

You rolled your eyes, leaving the hustle and bustle of students going to the cafeteria. You needed to be alone. Alone in your thoughts, where it's just you and your journal... and maybe a few tears.

Because though Robin may have been wrong about it being Eddie, she wasn't wrong about you wanting it to be Eddie. You had gotten a note from your secret admirer yesterday before school ended saying,

I know you don't know who I am, but I need you to know I like you... a lot. And I know we don't talk that much, but I want to, because you are so amazing and why wouldn't I want to be with you? Who wouldn't want to be with you? Everyday I question myself on why I haven't bit the bullet yet and asked you out and it's because I'm afraid. Of how you'd react, of how others would react, and I don't want to risk having you hate me. Which I doubt you would anyways because you're you, the nicest person I've ever spoken to. So, please, give me time to work up the courage, don't give up on me, I don't think I could take it. I'm done now, maybe this scared you off - probably scared you off... um... bye- your secret admirer.

You thought back to how your heart squeezed as you read every word. You wished you knew who it was, so you could put their mind at peace. So, you could put your mind at peace.

You found yourself in the woods, setting your stuff down on the wooden table that was placed in the most secluded part of the area. Hardly no one goes out there. It was a place you could allow yourself to pace around and think things through.

Who is it?

That was the number one question. You attempted to conjure a mental list of possible candidates but you always drew a blank every time you tried.

Who would ever like-

You screamed as your back collided into something behind you. You spun around.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Eddie chuckled, holding out a hand.

"Eddie? Wh-what are you doing out here?"

"Confidential," he said, analyzing your overall physical presence. "You okay?" he asked.

"Define 'okay'." You dryly laugh, sitting down at the table.

He frowned and sat across from you, setting his metal lunchbox next to your stuff. "You want to tell me about it? Or do I have to guess?"

You rest your forearms on the table. "Do you ever feel like-like you don't fit in?"

He looked taken aback. "On-like-a daily basis," he answered, a wide smile taking over his face, directed toward you. "You forget you're talking to 'the freak', sweetheart."

You groaned softly.

That made his smile falter. "Why d'you ask?"

You shrugged, suddenly your hands become fascinating as you stared at them fidgeting. "Guess I haven't been feeling-" You cleared your throat, "-great about myself lately, that's all?"

He propped himself up slightly on the table. "Something happen?"

"More like someone." You glanced up at him to gauge at his expression. It held concern. You carelessly threw your hands up. "You know that admirer I spoke about the other day?"

He nodded, slowly. "Yeah."

"I've been wracking my mind trying to figure out who it is, and I just... can't. Sometimes I believe I'm a little unlovable at times."

"What?!" he blurted. "Sweetheart, that's not true, you are so lovable!"

You grew very confused by his sudden outburst, but he didn't seem to catch on as he continued.

He stood up and walked over to your side of the table to sit next to you. To have your full attention. "You are smart, funny, talented and so, so beautiful." Your heart skipped a beat. "God, who wouldn't want to be with you?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his. "What did you say?"

"Huh?" He tilted his head. "You-you didn't hear any of that?"

"No-yes! I mean what did you say at the end?"

"Who wouldn't want to be with you?" he repeated unsure.

Why wouldn't I want to be with you? Who wouldn't want to be with you? You recalled from the note.

"Eddie?" you called out in the same tone as his previous one.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to ask you this one last time, and I want you to tell me the truth." You took in a deep breath. "Are you the person who has been writing to me?"

He suddenly turned pale. His eyes nervously flickered away from yours. "Ummm..." He couldn't seem to form any words. "Maybe-well-I-um..."

You shifted a little closer to him.

His eyes moved back to focus on you and how close you've gotten. "Hi," he whispered, taking in every single inch of your face. Every flaw and imperfection.

So goddamn beautiful.

He exhaled shakily. It fanned your face causing your eyes to flutter shut. Both of you gravitating toward each other unknowingly. Your noses barely brushed each others when another voice broke the silence.

"Am I interrupting something?"

You abruptly moved away from Eddie and met the eyes of none other than Chrissy Cunningham. You gaze averted to Eddie who looked rather frantic and disheveled.

"Confidential," he said.

Oh.

"Oh," you said aloud. "No-I-um-I was just leaving." You rapidly gathered your stuff.

Eddie watched helplessly, instinctively reaching out to grab you, to stop you, but you dodged it. He got up to try again, this time he was able to catch your hand, gently grasping it. He leaned toward you. "It's just a drug deal, I swear," he said, lowly. "You have to believe me." His eyes pleaded.

You dared a glimpse at Chrissy. She looked uncomfortable as she scanned her surroundings as if anyone could be watching. At that moment it didn't seem like a lie, but at the same time your mind brought you back to the rumor, and the fact that you didn't know if that was a lie or not.

You formed your lips into a tight-line. "I'll see you around, Eddie," you bit back before pulling away and storming off.

Eddie debated on running after you, but instead he took in a sharp breath before shooting a fake smile at Chrissy. "So... let's get started, shall we?"

Your foot tapped against the tiled floors. Peering straight in front of you, not really paying attention to the lesson. How could you when you felt Eddie's eyes on you the entire time next to you? From your peripheral vision you saw Eddie writing something down on a sheet of paper. He slid his foot over to nudge yours, trying to get your attention to take the paper out of his hands.

The devil won the argument in this case as you carefully grabbed it and set it down on your desk.

Can we talk, please?

After reading it, you grabbed your pen and wrote back.

What is there to talk about?

You handed him back the sheet of paper without looking at him. You heard him sigh loudly along with a scribble of something. He pushed the paper back into your hands.

I need you to know the full story. Five minutes? That's all I'm asking for.

You thought through it. You clicked your pen twice then wrote a response.

Fine.

He let out a breath of relief.

Thank you. Meet me by my van at 4pm.

Your eyebrow quirked up.

Are you planning on kidnapping me?

If that's what it takes to get you to listen to me Does 4pm work for you?

I read that. And yes, that works for me.

Eddie's hope grew a little at your words. He prayed - to whichever god was out there, ones in which he didn't believe in - that he didn't ruin what hasn't even had the chance to begun.

'Cause God, he's in love with you.

You stood by his van with your arms crossed. The front of your shoe kicking a nearby pebble. Eddie rushed over to you.

"You're late," you said.

He looked down at his watch. 4:10, he read. "I'm sorry."

"For what? Being late or....?"

"Everything," he paused. "You know when you told me that thing about me liking Chrissy I knew I messed up."

You shifted your weight to one side. "How so?"

"Because, I thought it was so obvious how I felt for you. I thought people saw it from miles away, but I guess showing my feelings is just another thing I fail at doing in my life."

You frowned.

He continued, "I hope you know now that I've always liked you." He bit his lip. "Man, I think I liked you before I even knew I liked you." He chuckled. "I was scared though, even if you said you felt the same I was scared you'd back away once you realized what a freak I am. I'm not someone who can give you everything you've wanted... but I would try."

You smiled a little. "Eddie, I don't like you because I thought you could give me the world, I like you because-as corny as this sounds-you are my world. I never believed in the how soulmates thing, but ever since I met you, it was always you. And I have to admit I wanted you to be my admirer so bad, but my life-it never seems to go easy on me, so the first thing I thought was that it was a joke, and then when it seemed to be becoming more real and Robin of all people was telling me how she thought it was you... I didn't want to give into the hope. Then you told me it wasn't you, and I didn't have any proof to convince me otherwise."

"I'm your world?" he asked, breathless.

"That's all you got from that?" you joked.

He shook his head. "No, but it definitely was the part that lingered the longest."

"Eddie, I-"

"I meant every word I wrote, and it wasn't even half the things I've wanted to say to you for so long. Because there's so much I want to tell you, and we have so much to make up for, but that's only if you want me."

You opened your mouth then closed it. Finally you spoke, "Where do we start?"

He broke out into a large smile. "You mean it?"

"Yeah," you reply, mimicking his smile.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments.

"You can kiss me now, if you want," you said.

"Oh, thank fuck," he breathed.

He leaned in, cupping your jaw to bring you lips to meet his. You breathed him in immediately, the smell of cigarettes, cologne, and a hint of mint clogging your nose. Delightfully suffocating you in his warmth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer as the two of your fell in a fast rhythm, making up for at least some of the lost time, then slow and steady to savor the moment as this was something neither one of them every wanted to forget. Ever.

A note fluttered out of your locker.

"Another one?" Robin groaned.

You picked it up with a lovesick smile plastered onto your face. "Don't sound so annoyed Robin, you should be pleased."

"Just because I'm always right, doesn't mean I like to be always right."

"You're right. You love to be always right," you quip back, unfolding the piece of paper.

Morning sweetheart, just wanted to say I love you and I can't wait for our date tonight. - Love, Eddie.

"Why can't he just tell you that when he see's you at school today?" Robin asked.

You dreamily sigh. "He wanted to keep the memory of how we got together alive, so we decided to continue writing each other notes. It doesn't matter what we say in them." You eyes met Eddie's figure a few feet away from you. "It's the thought that matters." With that last word to Robin, you run toward Eddie who immediately picks you up and spins you around.

"How are you doing today?" he asked.

"Good!" you chirped. "I got your note."

"Oh, did you? Have any thoughts about it? Responses?"

"A few..." You smiled, and pecked his cheek, making him blush profusely. "I love you too."

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writerswall26 · 3 months

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My Sweet Cairo (Part 8)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Emotions, Mention of death and SH.

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A/N: I was so pumped while writing this. I enjoyed this part so much. We get to know what really happened and flesh out R's father's mind. We also saw Cairo being responsible and using the advices she received to get some help! Happy Reading!

Y/N tried to avoid being alone the entire day, not wanting to give Cairo the opportunity to have even a minute to talk to her. What Cairo told her a few nights ago is still stuck in her head. She doesn't know if she should be afraid or what.

"Hey, Y/—"

"Will you walk me home?" Cairo cut Jasmine off as soon as Y/N got out of her last class of the day. She was not expecting Cairo to wait for her!

Y/N looked shocked and confused. She gave Jasmine a look. But her friend just stood by and watched the scene unfold. Traitor!

"Y/N, walk me home, please?" Cairo said, sweetly this time, with a smile on her face.

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I have—"

"Uh no, we're not going. I gotta study for a pop quiz tomorrow. Winnie's coming to help me, I'm sorry dude." Jasmine cut the taller girl off.

Y/N glared at her while Cairo smiled widely. "So?" Cairo asked cutely, for fuck's sake!

"Uhm, sure." Y/N said hesitantly.

"Great!" Cairo said happily before she held the taller girl's hand and pulled her.

Y/N didn't say a single word as she turned to Jasmine and gave her a look, mouthing "I'm killing you tomorrow, you traitor!"

On the way home, the two of them did not say a word. They went with Y/N's route instead of Cairo's since Y/N has her bike with her.

"I've talked to Mr. Miller." Cairo started, causing Y/N to stop for a moment.

"Why?" She asked before she followed Cairo again.

"I went to apologise." Cairo started, causing Y/N to furrow her brows. "I'm seeing a therapist now," Cairo said, glancing at Y/N who looked really confused, and cute. "Your mom referred me to a work colleague of hers. Told me it might help with the issues I had."

Y/N is confused, like really confused. "Mum did that? Why?"

Cairo shrugged. "We were together for a few hours before you came when we had dinner. She confronted me about what I did. Told me the same thing you said, how messed up it was. Then she told me about a friend of hers, a therapist, she told me I should check it out, see if it helps. That's why I went to Mr. Miller. I want to sort things out before graduation."

"What did Mr. Miller say?"

"We sat down, talked about what went wrong, what happened. He apologized to me too. He accepted the fact that he was in the wrong too, that he wasn't careful and clear, that he stepped the boundaries and led me on."

Well that's... incredibly surprising. Y/N never thought she'd be hearing a redemption arc between two messed up individuals. Although, she's happy to hear that Mr. Miller's finally seen what he did wrong. That's a huge point. And she's happy that Cairo's seeking out help.

"So, how long would you be going to therapy?" Y/N asked, glancing at Cairo who pursed her lips.

"I don't know. As long as I need, I guess. It's not really that bad." Cairo said, smiling at the thought that Y/N is finally talking to her with anger and resentment in her voice.

"How about when you go to college? You wouldn't know anyone around there."

"My therapist knows a friend where I'm going to go. She said she'd refer me to him and continue therapy there."

Y/N nodded. "That's a good thing."

Cairo looked up at her, a smile on her face, her dimples showing. "How long have you gone to therapy?"

Y/N pursed her lips. "A year and a half, I guess? My therapist told me she was proud of my progress so she adviced that I spend my time being a normal kid. She told me I should come to her whenever I need and so far, it's all good."

Cairo nodded. "That's good. I'm proud of you."

Y/N chuckled, lowering her head. "Alright, mum." She said, which made Cairo laugh as well.

They continued walking silently, comfortable silence this time until they reached Cairo's place.

"Here's you." Y/N said, stopping in front of Cairo's house.

The brunette turned to her and gave her a smile. "Thank you for walking me home."

Y/N nodded. "It's no biggie."

Cairo leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before she walked inside the house, throwing a glance at the tall girl who waved at her.

When Y/N was sure Cairo's finally inside, she rode her bike and went home where she waited for her mum to come home to ask questions.

That night, when Y/M/N came home, she was immediately cornered by Y/N at dinner.

"I was wondering," Y/N started. "What were you talking about with Cairo before I got home that night?"

Y/M/N gave her a smile. "You, Mr. Miller, dad." The older woman answered shortly.

Y/N furrowed her brows. "You talked to her about dad?"

Y/M/N nodded. "Yes, I wanted her to know how terrible of a person she was for doing what she did. But then there's Mr. Miller."

"Who's not entirely at fault."

"But he was indeed the adult in the situation."

"You're defending Cairo, mum."

Y/M/N looked at her daughter, seeing the problem once and for all. "I'm not defending Cairo, what she did was wrong, yes. But don't you think what Mr. Miller did was far worse than that?"

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking.

"Honey, Mr. Miller's case is different from your dad's case. You have to see that." Y/M/N explained, Y/N is being blinded by what happened to her dad.

"I know. I know it's different."

"And?" Y/M/N tried to probe further.

"I'm not defending Mr. Miller either, mum. If that's what you think. Maybe I'm over compensating. Maybe I thought by helping Mr. Miller, I gave justice to what happened to dad. But what if I'm wrong, mum?"

"Are you? Look at it from an outside perspective, honey. Look at it both ways."

Y/N furrowed her brows. She doesn't know where to go from here. It's weird talking about this with her mum but at the same time, the answers are clearer. Her mind wasn't being blocked by her emotions, her father's connection to the case. If there's anyone to blame, it's the both of them, Cairo and Mr. Miller. There's no one to defend, no one to side with.

"There's always a connection, honey." Her mum brought her back to her senses. "But there's a huge difference and that's what I want you to see. Yes, Cairo was in the wrong for seducing Mr. Miller. But is it entirely her fault? Is it really? Why would she act that way if Mr. Miller didn't do anything wrong?"

"Was I wrong for helping Mr. Miller?" Y/N finally asked, looking at her mum with worried eyes.

Y/M/N gave her a smile as she held her hand, squeezing it to assure her. "You did what you thought was right at the time. You saved both of them by doing so. Don't beat yourself up for it."

Y/N stayed up that night thinking of what her mum had told her. She wasn't really thinking when she lent a hand to Mr. Miller. She knew it was wrong, she heard it from Mr. Miller himself. And yet, she still sided with him for what? For her father? No, she thought. It's for personal gain. She had the power to turn the story around, and she did. So what does that say about her?

She's no different from those students she despises the most. Maybe even worse. Her thoughts are so incriminating, so powerful that she did not blink sleep that night.

So the next day when she got to class, she was noticeably tired. She looked like a walking zombie and anyone who sees her thought so too. Her friends and Cairo saw that too and they were worried.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked over lunch when Y/N didn't even touch her food, she's usually a foodie.

Y/N gave her a tired look and shook her head. "I'm just tired."

"We can see that, dude. You have dark circles around your eyes." Jasmine said, as worried.

Y/N sighed. "Did you guys think I made the wrong decision? When I stood up for Mr. Miller?"

Winnie and Jasmine turned to one another, giving each other looks.

"I mean, what Cairo did was fucked up. She literally wrote a porn story between her and Mr. Miller." Jasmine said, as a matter of fact.

"However, I don't think Cairo's entirely at fault. I mean, she messed up but not entirely her fault." Winnie said, on the other hand.

Y/N groaned. "Maybe I should've just shut my mouth and let them do whatever to Mr. Miller."

"Hey, woah, hold up." Jasmine started, getting the attention of her friend. "You did what you thought was best, okay? Both of them fucked up, that's a fact. The other one stepped on the fine line, and the other one was led on. There's no winning in this situation."

"Whatever you did, you did it for them both. Struck two birds with one stone, as they say." Winnie said, holding Y/N's hand and squeezing it gently.

Y/N gave them a small smile and nodded. "Maybe I shouldn't really beat myself up with this one."

"Damn right, you shouldn't." Jasmine said, giving her an assuring smile.

After their class, she was already outside Cairo's last class, waiting for the girl to come out. When Cairo saw her, an immediate smile drew her face.

"What are you doing here? You should've gone home and got some sleep. Look at you." Cairo said, holding a gentle hand to Y/N's cheek to look at her face.

"Can I walk you home?" Y/N asked with a sheepish smile.

Cairo was shocked to say the least. She did not expect that. She was expecting Y/N to come around but not this fast. Still, she was happy about it.

"Sure." Cairo smiled, holding out a hand to Y/N to shake her head.

"That's reaching."

"Oh." Cairo said, a bit disappointed but she smiled it away.

"Come on."

The duo walked out of school together. They're all smiles and shit but still, Y/N cannot take her mind off her conversation with her mum. She might as well talk to Cairo now.

So when they got to Cairo's place, the brunette did not expect that Y/N would park her car on the fence and followed her to her front porch. The taller girl sat on the step and patted the space beside her.

"What's going on?" Cairo asked, sitting beside Y/N who gave her a smile.

The taller girl stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened."

Cairo nodded. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked, wanting Y/N to start the conversation.

"I don't know. I just want to have clarity. I had a talk with my mum last night. It was a hard pill to swallow but, I guess it was needed."

""What happened to him? Your dad?" Cairo asked, glancing at Y/N who was looking at the trees ahead.

"My mum didn't tell you?" She asked, confused. She thought they spoke about her dad.

"Not all of it."

Y/N glanced at Cairo, contemplating if she should tell her about it or not. A part of her doesn't want to, because talking about it means relieving it and she hates that. She hates that she's going back to that time. But a huge part of her wants to let it all out, just throw it out there and forget about it all.

She chose the latter.

Y/N took a deep breath.

"I don't know when it started. My dad was really passionate about teaching. He was really good at what he did. He's a great father, you know? He was always present and attentive to my needs." Y/N started, smiling at the memory of her father in every soccer game, every recital, every academic competitions, everything. He was always there, always smiling and looking proud.

"One semester during sophomore year, he came home all happy and giddy, it wasn't unusual really. He was always happy and giddy. But this one's just different. He told us he had met this student in class, he thought she was brilliant." Y/N stopped for a moment, trying to calm herself down before she started crying and shouting.

Cairo noticed how hard it is for Y/N to continue so she held the taller girl's hand in her own and squeezed it. "You don't have to continue. I believe I got the gist of it."

Y/N shook her head and turned to Cairo with a pained smile. "I want to continue."

Cairo looked worried, but she nodded nonetheless. "Okay. But you can stop anytime." She gave out an assuring smile.

Y/N nodded, squeezing Cairo's hand gently. "He told mum and I all about this girl. We were amazed by her. So we told dad to bring her home one time so we could talk. He did. We had a barbeque one saturday, family's all there and she was there. I thought she was brilliant, she was so fascinating with all the things she knew. Little did we know, she would cause the biggest heart break to ever happen to us."

Y/N shook her head. "During the middle of the semester, my father started to act weird. He started getting drunk, not sleeping, he started being absent. One day he came home and told us he was let go of his job. My mum and I asked why, he never answered. The days after that, he became difficult. He would pick a fight with me and mum. He would get angry. He would get drunk, pass out on the couch. I slowly watched my father become a shell of what he used to be. He just stopped functioning."

Cairo could not help it anymore. She stood up and went in front of Y/N, hugging the girl in her arms tightly as she gently brushed Y/N's hair with her fingers, wanting the taller girl to know that she's there, that it's okay. Y/N leaned in Cairo's arms, sighing heavily.

"Then my mum knew about what happened. Turns out the girl orchestrated a plan for my dad to get fired. She invited my dad for coffee one time, asked a friend to take a couple of pictures that looked intimate. The school board didn't like it. Had an entire meeting about it. My dad tried to fight with all his might. Turns out when he started acting weird, that's when he was battling with those accusations. It took only 3 photos and one girl for my dad to lose everything. One day after I won a game, I showed my medal to my dad but he didn't say anything. Next thing I know, I was running to their room. Then I saw him, blood everywhere, his body unmoving. He was gone, Cairo."

This is the most Cairo has seen Y/N vulnerable. Now she understood perfectly why Y/N wanted to help Mr. Miller. What happened to her dad was unjust. So when told the school board that Cairo's accusations were baseless, this is what she meant. What happened to Y/N's father were baseless accusations.

So, she just stood there, holding Y/N in her arms, letting her let out all the frustrations and emotions she's bottled up the entire time.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem reader #cairo sweet x reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #cairo sweet #tara carpenter #wednesday addams #miller's girl

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jae-bummer · 9 months

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Request: can i get wonwoo and #20 please? (fluffy haired online gamer boy)

Prompt:

20) You and your bias have become online friends who have never seen each other...until the day you decide to meet.

Pairing: Seventeen Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"WannaWoo," you sang into your mic. "What inspired your gamer tag?"

"It's because my name is Wonwoo," his deep voice said matter-of-factly. "You know that."

"No shit," you laughed. "But why not something else?"

"Why is yours KillerQuiche?" he mused.

"Because it was an autogenerated recommendation and I was thirteen," you grinned. "And at the time, I may or may not have misunderstood what a quiche was."

"And you've just stuck with it? All of this time?"

"Brand continuity. And it gives me ample opportunity to say, "Unleash the KillerQuiche,"" you laughed. "You have to admit, it gets our opponents pretty nervous."

"Or excited because they think they're about to win against a pair of thirteen-year-olds," he hummed.

"And then we devastate them," you chimed. "Because we make a great team!"

"More like give them a false sense of security," he chuckled. "But I suppose we make a pretty alright team."

"Be careful," you grinned. "That sounded dangerously close to a compliment."

"I compliment you all the time!" he gasped.

"Saying "good game" when we win hardly counts as a compliment," you argued.

""Good" is a positive descriptor," he muttered. "It totally counts."

"Fine," you sighed. "I'll allow it."

This wasn't the first time you had gone fishing for actual praise. Something like "Gosh, Y/N! You're so smart" or "Y/N, I know I'm Facetiming you at 2AM, but you look ravishing." Hell, you'd even settle for some variation of "Congratulations, you don't look like a rat today." To say you were thirsty for your friend's attention was an understatement. There had been a drought since the moment you had "met".

You had been long distance friends with Wonwoo for years and he hadn't realized that you were completely in love with him, despite your best efforts. Any attempts at flirting were just that, attempts. The one time you thought he was coming on to you, he was actually sweet talking a locked chest he was trying to open in a game.

At one point, you had considered that maybe he realized how you felt and was keeping you at arm's length to avoid an awkward let down. After you got to really know him though, you quickly understood that he was just reserved and in his head about things that did not concern you. Understanding emotions was not his strong suit, so picking up on them was nearly impossible. That's why he thrived in his digital persona. The worlds the two of you created and navigated were logical and safe. Things were risky when he became friends with you outside of the internet.

"Hey, Y/N?" Wonwoo's voice rumbled over the line. You had just entered the lobby of a game you often enjoyed playing together, so you assumed he was ready to strategize.

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to meet up?"

Furrowing your brow, you adjusted your headset to make sure you were hearing him clearly. "Like...have a designated time we do a video call or something?"

"No," he continued earnestly. "Like meet up."

"I'm sorry, I must be lagging," you said quietly. "We do not live in the same area, Wonwoo."

"Astute observation," he hummed, the tone giving away that he was clearly amused. "I've heard of this incredible invention. You see, it's this giant metal contraption that people actually get inside! And the technology it uses-"

"While I have no earthly idea how an airplane actually works, I don't need you to explain it to me," you rushed out. "Are you saying you want to meet in person?"

"No, I'm saying we should designate a time we do a video call or something."

"Wonwoo!" you whined. You felt like you were having an out of body experience. This was a request you never saw coming.

The man across the line erupted in laughter. You stared blankly at the screen, completely disregarding the cue to jump from the virtual plane and onto the map.

"Is this a joke? If this is a joke, I'm going to be really upset with you."

"It's not a joke!" he sighed. "I've wanted to meet you in person for a while. I hope you feel the same way about me."

"Of course I do!" you gasped. You hoped the "I've probably wanted this longer and more fervently than you" was implied by your tone.

"I was thinking I could come to you," he proposed. "I don't feel comfortable with making you travel so far by yourself."

"I'm more than capable-"

"I did not say you weren't," he cut in. "It's other people I'm worried about."

You felt your heart do a little spin. You weren't used to hearing him be protective. "Okay," you conceded. "But I won't have you pay for a hotel. You can stay in my guest room."

There was a short pause before Wonwoo cleared his throat. "I appreciate that."

Well, that was odd.

"Unless I"m totally overstepping," you added. "If you don't feel comfortable-"

"It sounds great, Y/N," he said much more confidently this time. "Now let's talk logistics."

After refusing to coordinate a plan while he continued to play video games (even when he argued how excellent he was at multitasking), the two of you finally worked out a schedule. In a month's time, he would get on a plane and end up in the same city as you. You'd pick him up, he'd sleep at your apartment, and hijinks would ensue.

As you told him goodnight and logged off for the evening, it felt like you were floating on air. In your wildest dreams, you would have never imagined that Wonwoo would be the one to propose meeting in person. You had thought about it dozens of times, but never wanted him to feel pressured. Plopping onto your bed, you stared up at the ceiling and tried to imagine what it would be like. Attempting to picture his tall, broad frame navigating life beside you, sent your heart tumbling to your toes. The simple intricacies of life seemed to be so much more important when you factored him into the equation. This would either be the best week of your life or the most awkward.

Knowing Wonwoo, it would probably be a happy mixture of both.

You shifted nervously from foot to foot, your stomach tying and untying itself into knots. You weren't sure if you were going to pass out, or spontaneously combust. When Wonwoo had insisted that he fly hours to see you, you had welcomed the idea. Now you were lightheaded and questioning every decision you had ever made to get to this point.

"It'll be fine," you muttered to yourself as you readjusted the balloons you held from one hand to the other. "It's just Wonwoo."

It being "just" Wonwoo was exactly your problem. Wonwoo wasn't "just" anything. He was multitudes. In all of the years that you had known him, he had made you feel the gamut of emotions. He was the truest friend you could ever hope for and the most clueless crush to stumble into your heart.

Keeping a watchful eye on the door marked "Arrivals," you nearly stopped breathing as you saw a face you recognized. Easily a head taller than the people walking around him, he was wearing a bright yellow beanie (so you'd know it was him - as if you wouldn't be able to identify him in any universe). It took mere seconds of him looking around for his eyes to lock on yours, a close-lipped grin on his lips.

From there, it felt like your mind had entered an intensely realistic daydream. Hurrying his steps, Wonwoo strode over until he was standing only inches away. The open expression on his face definitely signaled that he was waiting for you to make the first move. Lifting his arms slightly he breathed. "I'm here."

"You're here!" you all but screeched as you launched toward him. Wrapping yourself around his torso, you were amazed with how he could smell so good after being in the air for multiple hours. You nuzzled your face into his oversized t-shirt and let out a contented sigh.

Smacking at the balloons you still held, he navigated around them to snake his long arms around you. Shimmying in closer, he rested his chin on the top of your head. "A moment that's been years in the making."

You were surprised as you felt a soft kiss on your scalp. Leaning away from him, you looked up with wide eyes. "Wonwoo?"

"I didn't realize I could actually miss someone I had never met," he chuckled, shaking his head. Pushing up his glasses, he stared down fondly at you. "Is it...is it okay if I kiss you?"

You couldn't stop your mouth from popping open in surprise. Would it look bad if you pinched yourself to make sure this wasn't in fact a stress-induced mental break?

Wonwoo furrowed his brow as he searched your face. "I just...I just thought...Did I read the moment wrong? Oh god, I did, didn't I?"

The reality of the situation crashed into you with surprising force. Stepping forward to wrap him in your arms again, you cautiously glanced up. The last thing you wanted him to think was that he had crossed a boundary and made you uncomfortable. "Sorry, no, you didn't read the moment wrong. I was just...surprised?"

"Surprised?" he asked, still clearly confused.

"Well, uh," you said quietly. "You've never really given me any indication that you were romantically interested?"

"What?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "What do you mean? Y/N, we've known each other since we were teenagers at this point. You're impossible not to fall in love with."

"...in, in love?" you croaked. This was all terribly new information.

"I had just assumed..." he said, growing smaller the more he talked. "I assumed we were...kind of...a couple?"

You continued to stare at him.

"You flirt with me all the time!" he offered. "And I flirt back!"

"In what world do you flirt back?" you laughed. Maybe you really were going through a mental break. Had he really known you had been flirting with him this entire time?

"I tease you," he muttered. "And I try to say sweet things, but every time I think I've come up with something good, it comes out wrong."

"I had no idea," you whispered. "But Wonwoo, I feel exactly the same."

"Oh," he huffed, now trying to process the whirlwind of information that had been exchanged. "Well, excellent!"

"Just...can you try to be a little more obvious with your attempts to romance me?" you laughed. Apparently, you had been the clueless one all along.

"I'm more than happy to try," he said, a cautious smile finding its way back to his lips. "I have your favorite compliment geared up and ready."

"Oh? And what's that?"

He prodded your cheek with his nose, closing his eyes as his forehead came to rest on your temple. "Good game, KillerQuiche."

#seventeen #svt #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonu

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corruptedcaps · 10 months

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Possessive

Oh, quiet your whining. I'll give this body back to your girlfriend when I've completed my unfinished business or whatever. You think I want to possess your Rebecca’s body? It's so dorky and unathletic. Don't forget that I used to be head cheerleader before I died, so this is a huge step down in my eyes. It's not my fault her body is the only one I could possess.

But let me tell you something, I won't waste this opportunity. Being stuck as a ghost as so dull, and now I get to experience the living again. Sure, her body might not be perfect, but I'll make it work. And hey, I'll even bring some of that cheerleading spirit into her life. She'll thank me later when she's the most popular girl in school. So, quit complaining and let me do my thing. I promise you, I'll give her body back in top-notch condition. Besides, it's not like you have any other options. You want me gone? Help me finish my business, and then I'll leave you all alone. Deal?

How am I supposed to find out my unfinished business if I have to be stuck in your girlfriend’s clothes? That's why I went shopping for clothes more my style. It's not like I can roam around in those frumpy outfits of hers. I need something more alluring and fabulous. More my liking. Her body actually isn’t as bad as I thought. Especially after I hit the gym with it. Only a week in and it’s already more flexible.

So, I hit the stores and picked out some seriously sexy clothes that will make her old wardrobe look like a joke. Picture this: a sleek, black leather mini-skirt that shows off her now toned legs. I paired it with a low-cut, crimson crop top that accentuates her nearly perfect curves. Oh, and let's not forget the stilettos that add a touch of sophistication and make me feel powerful.

But the real showstopper is the crimson lace lingerie set I bought. What a peek? Of course you do. It's daring, it's fierce, and it's exactly what I need to remind myself that I'm still desirable in this world. It may be Rebecca's body, but I'm the one wearing it, and I'm determined to make the most of it.

So, here I am, looking fabulous, ready to take on the world. This unfinished business won't know what hit it once I get started. Oh, and don't worry, I'll return all of Rebecca's clothes to their boring place in the closet when I'm done. But until then, this body is all mine, and I'm going to make the most of it.

I was finding it hard and frankly boring trying to figure out what unfinished business I had so I recruited my old friends to help. I must say, it's been quite entertaining to see how easily I've manipulated them into following me, all without them knowing it's me inside Rebecca's body. It turns out that all she ever needed was a strong personality at the wheel.

My old clique fell right into line, just like the good old days. They can't resist being around the "it" girl that I’ve made Rebecca into. It's amusing to watch them compete for my attention, trying to be the one closest to the new popular girl. It’s kind of hawt making them bend to my will as Rebecca, when only a few weeks ago they were her bullies.

They listen to my every word, take my suggestions as law, and treat me like a queen bee as they should. I've perfected the art of a withering stare and a cutting remark that leaves them quivering in their boots. They want to be me, to be close to me, and they're falling over themselves to earn my approval.

I know you're mad that I've been taking so long, but you can't deny the improvements I've made to Rebecca's life, her body, her social status. Look at how she's thriving now, thanks to me! Besides, it's not every day your girlfriend becomes the center of attention and the most sought-after girl in town, you should be happy.

I get it, you miss the girl you knew, but let's be real, she was never this captivating. With me in control, she's more confident, more assertive, and more irresistible. I may be in her body, but I've taken it to heights she never dreamed of reaching. Never in a million years would she had tried out for the cheerleading team let alone run it like I do now.

Plus you can’t say you’re not happy with how hot I’ve made her. Weeks in the gym has given her an even better body than I had before. Her naturally slender frame was crying out to be whipped into shape. Plus look at the added effect it’s had on these tits, aren’t they glorious?

Tell you what, why don’t you touch them? Hell, give them a good squeeze. Oh fuuuuck yessss just like that. Bet Rebecca didn’t let you do this. You’re getting horny for bitchy little Rebecca aren’t you? Go on big boy, show me how much you love what I’ve done to her by taking out your dick and stroking it for me. Oh my, that’s certainly bigger than I expected from you. Yes stroke it for me baby, stroke it for baddie Becky. Oh you like that don’t you? Becky is a much better name don’t you think. Cum for me baby, cum for Becky.

You can’t be mad at me for making you cum every day this week, I’m just doing what comes natural to me, which is being a hawt piece of ass. Plus I’m not forcing you to do anything. I know you’ve been looking up ways to exercise me from Rebecca’s body to try and soothe your guilty conscience but I’m sorry to tell you babe, I’m never leaving. It’s my body now.

I’ve realized my unfinished business is to live a long and full life as Becky, the ultimate bitch. Come closer, darling. Look into my eyes and see the fire that burns within me. I’m more alive now then she ever was and even more than I had ever been in my own body. Being Becky has been the best thing to ever happen to me and soon it will be for you too.

You see, while you were busy searching for ways to banish me, I was doing my own research. Those books you've been reading, the ones on magic and exorcism, well, they caught my interest too. And I've delved into the dark arts, learning things that would make your skin crawl.

I now possess power beyond your wildest imagination, and I must say, it's quite liberating. I've discovered spells that can bend the very fabric of reality, including one that allows me to remove someone's morals. It's a fascinating little trick, and I believe you'll find it quite enlightening.

Like right now I’m sure you’re feeling all urges to purge me from this gorgeous body I’ve perfected just evaporate from your mind. In fact you feel a deep devotion to me, Becky, your gorgeous girlfriend. As much as I love that dick of yours i need a man to match it but don’t worry, I’ve got that all worked out. I’m a matter of moments you’ll be my handsome, strong and arrogant boyfriend who loves to bully as much as I do. You’ll have no memory of Rebecca or the loser that she was. All that you’ll remember is Becky.

Oh, darling, you know how much it excites me to see you bullying others. It's hard to keep my hands off you when you're radiating that aura of arrogance and charm. Who would have thought that beneath that sexy exterior, there was a deliciously dark and handsome bully? The way you sneer at those lesser souls, mock them, and make them tremble in fear—it's a work of art. Ugh I can’t stand it anymore, let’s get back to your car and fuck, it’s so hawt to hear you yell out Becky!

#f2f #bitchification #evil bitch #female possession #corrupted pov

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its-vannah · 1 year

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Surprise | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: This easily became one of my favorites I've ever written. Hope you all enjoy it 💕

Warnings: Please scroll down to the bottom of the fic as it contains heavy spoilers

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Eddie paced around your apartment, waving his hands in the air while he rattled on about Billy's treatment of him during one of their latest concerts.

The two of them weren't exactly cordial to each other, with one usually down the others throat, but you understood how Eddie felt. He had finally gotten the chance to have a minute in the spotlight while Daisy sang—and Billy ripped the opportunity out of his hands.

As soon as he got back from the tour, he went straight home to vent to you about it.

"I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?" Eddie exclaimed, his slapping his sides, "If he's not the center of attention, then he's not happy!"

He rambled on, "And his whole obsession with Daisy? Don't get me started. They don't even let us write for the albums—at all. You know, Graham wrote a song. A fucking great song. And you know what Billy said?"

"What did he say?" You hummed.

"He said no, we don't want your damn song on the album because it's not your job to write the songs."

You tilted your head to the side, "Verbatim?"

"Well, no, but that's what he meant," Eddie groaned, bracing himself against one of the barstools in the kitchen, "He's got a stick permanently shoved up his ass."

You got up from your spot on the couch and walked to stand behind him. Once your fingers found his shoulders, you began moving them in circles to loosen up the tension in his upper body.

He relaxed a bit, leaning into your touch.

"Eddie, I'm sorry that happened at the concert," You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, "Next time, stand your ground. Tell him if it's been decided you'll go out there, then you're going to go. To hell with what he thinks. It's not just his band, it's all of yours."

A sigh escaped his lips as he nodded, "It feels like shit being on his bad side. He always wants to be in control."

"Then let him," You said as he turned to face you, "It'll catch up with him eventually."

Eddie pressed his lips to your temple, wrapping his arms around you, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I was a dick when I got home," He explained, "Didn't even ask how my girl's day was."

Your hand moved to cup his cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb, "It's okay, Ed, you had a shitty day with Billy. You know I'm here if you need someone to talk to. You should, anyway, I'm your wife."

Your teasing tone caused a slight smile to appear on his face as he leaned in to kiss you—properly, as he said, this time.

He pulled away not long after, "So, how were you while I was gone?"

"About that," You said, taking a step back towards the living room to grab something from beneath the side table, "I have a surprise for you."

"For me?" He questioned, confusion washing over his face before he raised his eyebrows, "I mean, if you're in the mood, I am. How long has it been? Since the day before the tour?"

Playfully glaring back at Eddie, you picked the small box up and carried it over to him, "Put your hands out

"I feel like a kid all over again," He admitted as he stuck his hands out, "Don't tell me I have to close my eyes."

"You don't."

"Is it a pony?" He teased, causing you to laugh in response.

You shrugged, "Let's just hope I got the right kind."

He held the box in his hands, confused as to what it could be.

"Open it."

He undid the ribbon, sliding it off the box before lifting the lid. The bassist was left with more tissue paper, something he was never fond of.

Once he lifted back the layers and saw the contents, his eyes widened.

Inside was a pair of little baby boots and a small guitar pick. Unlike some of his bandmates who would've stared at it wondering what it meant until they had to be told, it clicked in his head right away.

In a small, soft voice, his eyes met yours, "You're pregnant?"

You nodded as he set the box down on the coffee table, gently taking you in his arms and weaving his hands through your hair, pressing your head to his chest.

"God, I'm gonna be a dad."

Smiling into his chest, you inhaled the lingerinf scent of his cologne, "The best."

The two of you stood there for a while, living in the world you had created on your own. In that moment, there was no Billy, no band, and no way in hell anything could ever tear you away from eachother.

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Warnings: Pregnancy, marriage, Billy Dunne SLANDER

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delicatereader · 6 months

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No way! (part 4) - Anakin x reader

summary: you and Anakin finally give in

warnings: smut, name calling (sweetheart, baby)

a/n: guys the series is finally finished! this is my first try at like full on smut ik it's bad but I promise I'll be better in the future. If you have any requests pls do ask! lovee💞

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The party was weird, weirder than Stephen's usual ones. You and Harry were socialising but stuck together all night as planned. All of your friends were drunk, Ben was knocked out on the spot. You and Anakin were the most sober out of all of them, but you feel the drinks slowly kicking in as the party came to a conclusion. Harry and Eli said their goodbyes and left, and so did Gracie, Tay and Ethan. Ben was sleeping in Stephen's guest room. You and Anakin avoided each other, even though you caught glimpses of him staring into your soul during the festivities. Stephen had disappeared with a mystery girl in his room, so it was your responsibility to clean up.

You started to pick up used red cups next to the moonlit swimming pool as Anakin started to started to sweep up the glitter.

Suddenly you hear some thuds on the stairs, both of you turn your heads to see two girls, walking down the stairs. Their dresses and hair were messy, they carried their heels on their hands giggling. Stephen followed them with a smug grin on his face. Oh god not 3 of them!

"Hey! thanks for cleaning up"

Before you could respond he fell on the couch, falling asleep instantly. You hear Anakin's sigh turn into a laugh

"What?" you ask

"This is just great!" He shakes his head and drops the broom on the floor, bringing his hands to waist.

"What?" you repeat stepping closer to him concerned

"This!" he looks around

"We do this every party its not the first time" you reply

"No..."

"Then what?" you step closer

You could feel his breath on your skin this point, but he takes a step backwards.

"This" he waves his finger to the space between you. You step closer to him closing the gap, you know you shouldn't do this but you can't help it. You look up at him waiting for him to say something. Something, that changes you, your body, your mind, forever. He finally brings his gaze to yours, he looked genuine. Almost vulnerable.

"We can't" he says whispers still so close to you

"What if? just what if we can?" you mutter staring intensely at his lips, which were trying so hard to hold back from yours.

"Your going to regret this" he says shaking his head before bringing his lips to yours

"We'll see" you whisper whilst he you kissing passionately. His hands were intertwined in your hair and yours in his. As the kisses grew more stronger, he wraps your legs around his waist. You grab onto his shirt, suddenly your back hits a wall.

"Sorry" he mutters

"It's fine" you reply kissing his neck

"God y-you feel good"

You feel a scarlett flush invading your face, his face was already red from your kisses.

"You don't understand how long I've been wanting to-" he cuts himself off to place a kiss on your cheek

"Do-" he kisses your other cheek

"This" he's back to kissing your lips. His lips are so soft like his hands that are traveling along the exposed sides of your body. His chest was against your almost bare ones. His hands slowly reach towards the buckle of your overalls as he tries to make marks on your neck. You breath heavily under him, making sure he knows the impact he has on you.

He tilts his head back up to kiss you more. You took this as an opportunity to unbutton his shirt. Surprisingly, he helped you with it and instantly wasted no time to undo the buckle of your overalls on the other side, revealing your underwear. You start to kiss his shoulders leaving a very faint trail of light pink lipstick to his jaw

"Y/n!" he moans in desperatation

In seconds you saw your bra fall on the messy floor, but you were too busy with Anakin's neck to acknowledge it

"Why don't we go someplace more comfortable?" he laughs under his breath, carrying you to the closest empty bedroom whilst kissing you. You found his multi tasking very hot.

"God Ani! I n-need you" you whine getting comfortable in between the sheets

"Patience sweetheart" you could feel his smirk on your stomach. He slowly goes down your stomach and slides of your overalls.

"God you're so wet for me" he whispers kissing your inner thighs, just where you like it.

"Just do it" you mutter in pain

He doesn't hesitate to take your panties off to admire your entire beauty. He starts by kissing your clit slowly already causing a commotion for you. He slides his two fingers inside of you, making you lift your hips. He slowly starts to thrust them

"Oh god!"

He uses his tongue to rub the bundle of nerves slowly. He slowly picks his pace up and moans against your pussy.

"God y/n" he whimpers

"I-Im going to-" you feel yourself close to release, you spread your legs more in pleasure tilting your head up against the headboard

"Cum on my tongue baby, come on" he encourages still keep his fingers in motion.

You feel him pull out of you slowly. He brings his fingers to his mouth licking your cum.

"You taste sweet ,sweetheart" he says looking up at you with a smirk across his face

Before you could relax he takes his pants off and hovers over your body. "Ready for the real ride?" he says winking.

"Mhmm" you moan to reply

He starts kissing you again, this time harder. He bites your lower lip before he digs into your neck again. Your hands travel his back. He rubs his tip against your clit, teasing you and himself.

"Stop it Ani!" you whine wanting him in his full glory

"Ok you asked for it" he whispers slyly

"Oh you're so-" big. big that's what you were trying to say

"Just take it in" he mutters before kissing you softly

He starts to pick up a rhythm as he sees you getting more comfortable. His hands travel your chest whilst you grab his hair in desperation to hold onto something. He thrusts harder and harder

"Oh god!" you moan

All you get as a response was a whimper. He kisses your chin and moves his mouth up and down your neck. You could feel his heavy breath on you

"Oh god Ani! I'm gonna cum" you moan, pulling his hair

"Me too..." he mutters under his panting

He starts to slow down as you both finish

"That. Was. Amazing." you say under your shaking breath as he pull himself out of you and lays next to you

"I know right..." he drags with a grin on his face.

He lifts his hand and runs it through your messy hair, looking into your eyes with nothing but affection.

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synastryinrealtime · 7 months

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could you explain 8th house moon synastry pls

Yess I could make many parts to this as well

8h moon synastry: There's an upheaval of past traumas for both parties.

You know you have this with someone when you are in a casual setting & one of you just flings open the door to dark & heavy topics & It feels you could continue down endlessly.

I have this w my sister. I always felt protective of & stuck up for her although I'm the younger one.

I've been in ltrs with this synastry. I've been the moon person & the house person. We instantly entered a committed relationship, said I love yous within the first few weeks, with marriage & kids talk throughout the connection. So you could build with this person. On the flip side, you could feel taken advantage of. Assets & Financials were a big theme. For example, with my sister, I'm her beneficiary of everything & her children if anything ever happens to her.

House person could be the more mysterious reserved one.

Sex is love in this synastry. I had the most air signed deattached "sex is just animalistic" man for the first time believing sex was a spiritual & bonding experience lol. I felt soo possessive over him & he wasn't even cute. Like nobody wanted him 😂 but in my head I'd die if they did.

***Trigger warning. It's extremely painful bc it's just the theme. It's an opportunity to utilize psychological learnings & your childhood traumas. You discover why you are accepting the love you think you deserve. For example "my mother nitpicked my appearance & projected her ED onto me all of my childhood so I now have this bf who does the same w his insecurities. I feel comfortable w him doing this bc it's the pain I am used to." Fucked up right? Thankfully this was many moons ago.

Idk if this part is just the experience of being a woman bc usually men don't have the emotional capacity to deal w all of this shit but you'll sit there as they walk you thru their childhood, ex relationships & feel so bonded but in the same vein they end up resenting you for it? They can be so intrigued by you for bringing this depth but end up depising you for it is what I'm trying to say I guess.

🎵The Best Song for this is Graveyard by Halsey

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 7 months

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In Defense of Marinette

I like Marinette. While there are many valid criticisms of her writing, the same can be said for literally every other character and she's actually doing pretty well given that she's the main character. After all, in a show where consistent characterization is an ongoing issue, the one with the most screen time will probably be the one who's the biggest victim of the issue.

This is heavily exacerbated by the rule that supposedly governs Miraculous. Namely that, in each story, Marinette must make a mistake. Or, at least, so says the head writer:

I really do not care what this guy says on Twitter or anywhere else. I only care about what's in the show because, if you have to go outside the text to understand the text, then you have no idea how to tell a good story.

However, unlike many of the tweets that I've seen, this one isn't some BS bit of lore. It's a writing rule and it has substantial backing in the text. It's extremely rare to have an episode where Marinette comes out smelling like roses and that's a problem because Miraculous has over 100 episodes. In other words, to follow this rule, the writers have to come up with over 100 ways for Marinette to be wrong so of course she's going to come across poorly. Why would you do this to your main character?

It's extremely common for kids shows to have a "lesson of the day" element to them. Someone always needs to learn something, but I've never seen a show misunderstand the assignment so badly. Learning a lesson is not the same as doing something wrong.

It's been a while since I watched the 2010 version of My Little Pony, but it really leaned into that whole "lesson of the day" thing and it actually knew what it was doing, so I'm going to talk about it briefly to discuss things that Miraculous should have done.

The first thing to note is that MLP had an unambiguous main character - Twilight Sparkle - but Twilight was not the one who learned all of the lessons. She had a pet dragon and a crew of five friends who would, occasionally, be the ones to learn the lesson because there were lots of lessons that simply didn't fit Twilight's character. Instead of warping Twilight to make the idea work (cough cough Ikari Gozen cough), the writers just let someone else have the spotlight for a bit.

This is an excellent way to build out your cast and Miraculous had plenty of opportunities to do it. For example, Lila should not have been Marinette's issue. The fact that Lila hates Marinette could have certainly stuck around, but the one who takes her down and learns to investigate her sources? That should have been Alya. A liar is the perfect enemy for an investigative journalist, but a poor enemy for someone who shines as a battlefield commander and overthinks when she's given too much time.

Another way that MLP would teach lessons was to have someone other than Twilight or the main crew cause the issue that they then had to deal with. This leads to one of the best moments in children's television:

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And, frankly? Marinette deserves a moment like this. That poor girl has been through hell and is never allowed to make the right call when it really matters. The show will even completely rewrite its lore to make her fail (see: Strike Back). That is such an awful thing to do to your lead! Shows about female empowerment should include women feeling powerful and, no, Lila and Chloe don't count!

Also, the show is literally about Gabriel taking advantage of people who are upset. You don't need to have Marinette make a mistake to shoehorn in a life lesson. Akumas are life lesson fodder and season 1 actually seemed to get this. I'm not sure why they switched gears to "Marinette is the star and, therefore, must always be wrong."

The final way that MLP taught lessons was to have Twilight do something wrong because having your main character do something wrong is a totally valid way to teach lessons. It just shouldn't be your only way because you know who is always wrong in children's media?

Villains.

They wrote Marinette like a villain.

And a large part of the fandom hates her for it because of course they do.

You're not supposed to like villains.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical #marinette deserves better #Youtube #justice for my poor girl #she legitimately has a good base character and she's fun to write if you keep her consistent #The applejack thing crossed my dash a bit ago and I keep thinking about it and feeling sad for Marinette

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leviismybby · 1 year

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Wishful Thinking

What about when the Captain starts having dirty thoughts about you?

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warning: NSFW 18+, minors dni, Levi being thirsty for you.....

A/N: I finished a lot of things in my drafts and that's why I have been posting a lot...

It starts off pretty normal, in his mind you were an attractive woman but he thought it was nothing more than that.

That is until he was stuck in a meeting with commanding officers, you were leaning on his table and his eyes couldn't help but run over your curves and he started to imagine his hands on them. Your hips, your thighs, anywhere where he can squeeze.

After that meeting, Levi again thinks that it's merely because he didn't have sex in a long time and you happen to be there.

But he is proved wrong again when he sees you cleaning the windows of his office, your body stretched to reach areas you normally couldn't but his eyes focus on your ass.

What if he were to bend you over his table and fuck you right here? How loud would you be? Would you be ashamed about your comrades hearing your sweet moans? How passionately he would kiss your lips and every other inch of your body.

What was your favorite position? Missionary? Doggystyle? Cowgirl? He can offer you all of those and more.

Levi starts to feel like a pervert, night after night after night you show up in his dreams. Naked, eyes looking at him with greed. It's a sight he wishes was real but he can only look at you, he doesn't want to act like a creep or scare you away.

You sit with your friends chatting about things and he doesn't quite like the way that the boy sitting to your right is eyeing you. Same thoughts going through that boys head as well without a doubt.

And when your eyes lock with Levis, his breath catches in his throat, you smile all pretty at him before returning to chat with your friends. Levi looks at the plate of food before him, did that smile mean something or were you just being polite?

Training is his least favorite when you are there, he loses all focus. The only thing in his mind is you on your knees, taking his cock deep into your mouth. He should never be thinking about his comrade this way, this lewd way where you're fully undressed before him.

He looks at you as you move sparring with one of your friends, the white uniform makes him sweat. Were you always this hot? Did you always look this divine?

Of all things he needs to be thinking, his tongue on your warm cunt isn't one of them. How he wishes that your thick thighs would close around his head so that he can bite into them and leave his marks all over your body.

One night he sits before the campfire, and the rest of his friends are all asleep. He watched as the flame dies out slowly, not paying any attention. You're on all fours as he takes you from the back, cock hitting every possible spot, your walls tight. What the fuck is wrong with him?

He hears a pair of boots approaching him and turns around to find you standing there, hands on your hips. "Aren't you asleep?"

"No." You say sitting down really close to him, your arms are touching. "I've been...." You start. Oh, walls, you're gonna call him creepy, you're gonna tell him to stop looking at you like a pervert aren't you?

But when your hands lay on his shoulder, all of those thoughts leave his mind. "I've been lonely for the last few months...you know captain?" Your hand moves to his face, brushing the few strands of his hair back and he feels his cock hardening in his pants.

This isn't real, he is dreaming and is going to wake up in sweat again because of you. "I hope that all of those looks weren't for nothing?" You whisper in his ear and he shivers, cheeks and ears going red.

"Maybe you would react differently if you knew that I have had a crush on you for years. Wearing tight pants and shirts on purpose so that you would look at me and now that you finally are, I don't want to waste the opportunity." You tell him in the most seductive voice he has ever heard.

"What's wrong captain? Cat got your tongue?" Levi groans turning his head and catching your jaw with his hand. "Just so you know, if I kiss you now, there's no going back.."

"Do it then." And he does, lips crashing against yours in a kiss that has your head spinning, soon you're back in his tent, hand eagerly getting rid of every piece of clothing.

His cock penetrates your walls and the sweetest moans leave your lips, your pussy squeezing him so tightly. He feels like he is on cloud nine.

The fire finally dies out and Levi breathes in the fresh air, standing up and making his way back to his tent. Who is he joking with? It's all just wishful thinking....

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httpiastri · 10 months

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currently thinking about clement novalak railing me while I wear a flowy summer sundress, the sea breeze coming in through the window (the entire thing obvs being as sweet an playful and intimate and romantic as possible) 🫣 I AM SO IN MY FEELS RN

aaaAaaAaA this... this made me so....... 😶 no because i've been thinking about him every second all day today and now my cousin is in my room bcs she's staying over but i still HAD to write something

also i started writing at maybe 1am? and then i got stuck looking at pictures and videos of him so this took way too long... currently 4am but my energy is 📈

18+ content below the cut, minors do not interact, thank you!

you loved going on vacations with clement.

you hadn't been to france before, so to have your sweet boyfriend along with you to show you around the cities where he used to go for trips when he was still a little boy was more than you could ever ask for.

your mornings are spent drinking coffee and having breakfasts at cute coffee shops, with clement reading you the french newspapers as you both pretend like you understand what he's saying, holding hands and going through your plans for the day. your days are spent sightseeing, jumping from museums to art galleries to tourist spots, not forgetting to stop by and buy souvenirs for your friends back home. and your nights are spent in the fanciest restaurants, the ones only locals know about, the ones with the best wine and the best cuisine.

this particular night has been spent just like that – possibly with an emphasis on the good wine-part.

you're both tipsy, but not full-on drunk, once you stumble in through the door to your hotel room. your bodies are already clinging to each other and he's placing playful kisses down your neck as he kicks the door closed with his heel.

the hotel is a cozy building owned by a really cute elderly couple, thankfully not overly crowded despite the fact that it's located right by the ocean and yet within walking distance of the city. you must've gotten the best room in the building, because the view of the sun setting over the water is to die for.

not that either of you are thinking about the sunset right now.

your hands reach up to his shoulders, trying to push him away from you to look at him, but his hold on your waist is strong. instead, you settle for leading him towards the bed as his lips move to explore the skin of your collarbones.

this time when you push at his shoulders, he gets the hint and sits down on the edge of the bed. he looks up at you, eyes hazy but smiling as they meet yours. his hands are still holding onto you, and they usher you to come near and close the gap between you.

your hands come up to hold his face in them, thumbs stroking his cheeks as you lean in to kiss him. clement helps you sit down on his lap, moving his lips against yours and tilting his head to gain better access. his arms sneak past and around your waist to pull you closer, dragging you against his already hardening member. his actions elicit a whine from your mouth and he uses the opportunity to let his tongue slip past your now open lips.

your head is spinning already, and you don't think it's purely because of the wine. when one of his hands reaches under the material of your dress, going up your thigh inch by inch, you pull away from the kiss. "clem..." your forehead leans against his, your eyes closed and breath heavy against his face.

"yeah?" he answers, hand reaching further up, stopping right before your underwear before going down again.

"just... please..." you can't find a way to form your sentences, your brain too busy focusing on the feeling of his skin against your own.

his thumb drags along the edge of your panties. "tell me what you want me to do to you, love." he pulls his head away from yours, putting on a small smile at the sight of your already so lustful expression. "i want to hear you say it."

your eyes flutter open as a grin – or, as much of a grin as you can muster in your current state – spreads over your lips. "clement novalak," you start, tilting your head. "are you trying to make me beg?"

"maybe." he pauses for a moment, his own grin growing by the second. "are you going to?"

a laugh escapes from your mouth as you shake your head, lacing your lips with his again. "you're unbelievable," you mumble against him.

clement has no problem flipping you over, laying you down against the sheets before climbing on top of you. taking off your dress is too much of a hassle, he thinks, so he doesn't bother. he's memorized every inch of your body anyway – he could probably draw you like one of his french girls just from memory – so piling it up by your hips is good enough.

he helps you out of your underwear and then pulls his white linen pants off and his boxers along with them. before he throws them away, he gets his wallet out from the back pocket, pulling out a condom. "see? i told you this was a good spot," he says, tugging off the packaging with a content look on his face.

you roll your eyes at him. "sure. now, just hurry up, will you?"

he laughs at your response, and you can't help but join him. once the condom is on, one of his hands reach to take one of yours in it, intertwining your fingers as he positions himself above you. he connects your lips for what feels like the millionth time of the day, making sure you show off no sign of hesitation before he slowly pushes into you.

the sunset casts a pink hue over the room and when it lands on your bodies, it illustrates an artwork much more beautiful than any of the paintings you'd seen on your trips to the museums these last few days. the waves crashing against the beach right outside the window, combined with the quick breaths and quiet moans flowing from your mouth, is like music to clement's ears as he continues making you feel good. your eyes are hooded as you watch him, your mind completely clouded with lust. he's all you can see, all you can feel, all you can think of; it's all him. and you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

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animationmovieshipps · 7 months

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Goodbye Gift (OPLA Luffy x Reader) Part - 2/3 +18

"Where are we going?" Luffy asked, the two of you running excitedly along the path laughing like two children who had just done something mischievous and managed to escape from the consequences.

"It's my secret hideout." You said between giggles, making him even more curious than he already was. "I hardly bring anyone here. Feel lucky."

"I feel honored." He joked and you laughed again.

As he passed with some difficulty through the bush full of leaves, he was surprised to see that that place existed. Never in a million years would he guess that there was a lake there on that island.

You turned around and laughed when you saw that there were leaves stuck in his hair.

"What is it?" He asked, before checking to see if his armpit smelled bad.

"I got this." You said, approaching him and carefully removed each of the leaves from his hair, taking the opportunity to do something you wanted to do since you laid eyes on him for the first time.

Well, one of them.

His hair was so silky, you felt like you could spend your whole life running your fingers through it.

"Alright, I've taken them all off."

"Thanks." Luffy smiled, before looking around where he was. "So this is your famous secret hideout?"

"Yeah, tourists prefer the beach, so I have this place all to myself." You explained, untying the strap that held up your dress and stripped of it, leaving you in just your panties and bra. It was the first time you were half-naked in front of a man, but for some reason, you felt at ease when you were with him. "Do you feel like swimming in the lake?"

When he tried to speak, he ended up stuttering, still stunned by the sight of your body.

"I-I mean, I would." He confessed, as he sat on the floor. "But I can't swim. You can go swimming if you like."

Altough you were curious, you decided not to question why he didn't want to swim and sat down next to him.

"No, I'd rather stay here with you." You said, resting your head on his shoulder. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"No, my crew and I are just passing through to get more supplies." Luffy explained. "I'm a pirate so I never stop at just one island for a long time."

Upon hearing that, you immediately raised your head again and looked at him, wondering if you had misunderstood the words he said.

"Are you a pirate??" You asked to make sure, which Luffy replied with a enthusiastic nod of his head. "You don't look like a pirate."

"It's not the first time someone has said that to me." He laughed. "I'm a different kind of pirate, you know?"

"I see." You smiled. "You must have seen many different places."

"Yes I did. Like the place where I met my crew's cook, the Baratie is a restaurant in the middle of the sea, it wasn’t built on any island."

"No way." You said in amazement, not believing that it was really possible to build an establishment in the middle of the sea.

"It's truth." He laughed at your reaction. "Oh, I wanted to say this before, but you did great there at the restaurant, kicking the bad guys' asses."

You looked away, embarrassed by his compliment.

"Thanks."

"Who taught you to fight like that?" He asked, eyes looking at you full of curiosity.

"My mom." You replied, smiling as you remembered her. "She said that when I finally started traveling around the world, I had to learn how to defend myself from all the dangers"

Luffy was quickly surprised by what you said. That tide was really coming in his favor.

"Traveling around the world?" He asked, wanting you to talk more.

You hesitated for an instant, but in the end you agreed to tell him about the dream you had to give up on.

"It's just that since I was little, I've always had the dream of traveling the world, knowing more about the oceans, see new islands, new cities, things that I only saw through my books. I wanted to be able to see it with my own eyes." You explained, delighted by how he was looking at you when he listened to you talk about your dream.

"If it's what you want, why didn't you go on sail until today?" He asked again. "If you want, you can join my crew, I always look for brave fighters like you to be a part of it. You won't regret it, the pirate life is amazing and you'll get to visit and explore all the places you've ever wanted."

Your eyes lit up with that possibility for a fraction of a second, it would be incredible to be able to explore the world alongside him.

But you soon became discouraged again when you remembered that you had to stay on that island, not because you wanted to, but you needed to.

"I wanted it so bad, you don't know how much. But I can't." You replied. Even though you tried not to cry, you couldn't contain a single tear that escaped your right eye and ran down your cheek.

"But why?" Luffy asked, the smile on his face fading. "What holds you to this place?"

"My father." You said. "He already lost my mother and we suffered her loss so much. I can't leave him too, I just can't."

He was better with gestures than words, so he held out his hand and caressed your cheek, drying the tear you shed with his thumb. He had no idea you had that huge weight on top of you.

"To be honest with you, I don't think that going after your dream would mean leaving him behind." He muttered. "If he loves you like I think he does, he'll understand that letting you free to do what you want is the only thing that will make you happy."

You sighed.

You knew he wouldn't understand your reasons and you didn't expect him to understand, if you were in his shoes you wouldn't be able to either.

But before he left that island to continue his journey with his crew, you wanted him to leave with a memory of you that he would never forget.

You reached out with both your arms and slowly wrapped them around his neck, your eyes staring into his the entire time.

Luffy didn't react badly to your gesture, which you took as a sign that he could continue with what you intended to do.

Without saying anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips together, trying to imprint the sensation in your mind as you knew you would never feel it again.

A few seconds later, you pulled away to look into his face again.

From his expression, you could see that he was elated, but at the same time in disbelief that it had actually happened.

"... Did we just kissed? On the mouth?" He asked softly.

"Do you want to try again and see for yourself?" You mumbled, your hands lowering until they rested on his chest. His heart was beating so hard.

You felt one of his hands enter your hair and hold the back of your neck, pulling you and pressing his lips to yours again.

It was evident that he had never kissed anyone before you, as he seemed afraid to move his lips and actually kiss you. But you didn't mind teaching him how to do it.

You tilted your head to the side a little and slid your lips against his, encouraging him to do the same. However, he broke the kiss, looking confused at what you had done.

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a brief moment, you tried to apologize in case he felt uncomfortable, but your words were drowned out when Luffy kissed you again.

You let out a small squeak as you felt his arms wrap around your torso and roughly pulled you closer to him.

Apparently, he was a very fast learner.

You quickly melted in his arms and kissed him back, your hands went to his head and your fingers buried themselves in his curls.

Feeling his tongue poke your lips, you opened your mouth and let it in, trying to keep up with the voracious pace at which he was kissing you.

When it was summer, the nights were always very hot where you lived, so much so that if it wasn't a crime of indecent exposure, you would walk around naked.

But as incredible as it seemed, none of those summer nights could be compared to the heat that emanated from your body at that moment, it was as if you were burning with fever, but instead of getting cold, you just got even hotter.

Good thing you had gotten rid of that dress.

Your fingertips felt down his chest, until you finally found the buttons on his shirt, refusing to stop kissing him to look.

You patiently unbuttoned them one by one and stripped him of his shirt, imagining he was feeling just as hot as you were.

Your lips only separated from each other when you ran out of air, if you two took longer you might faint.

You looked at him tenderly as you caught the air that escaped your lungs. The moonlight reflected in his eyes only made them even more beautiful than they already were.

"You're so beautiful." You mumbled.

Luffy smiled, no one had ever said that to him before.

You noticed he was going to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a soft groan came out as he felt his erection being stroked through his pants.

He knew it wasn't him touching himself, it could only be you. Your heart fluttered when you saw the expression on his face when he realized what was happening. He was the cutest thing ever.

"Will you let me take a look at it?" You asked softly. "I want to make you feel good. I mean, if you want to."

You heard him swallow hard before he nodded in response, making your smile widen.

You unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper as far as it went. Your eyes widened when you realized he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock popped out.

You bit your lip as you felt your intimacy pulsate, seeming to beg to be penetrated. But it wasn't the time yet, you were still a little nervous, even more so after seeing that with that size he could break you in two when he entered you.

For some reason, that thought also turned you on even more.

"Spit in my hand." You asked, but it sounded more like an order.

"What?"

He asked confused. "Why?"

"Just do as I ask, I promise you'll like it." You insisted, bringing your hand closer to his face.

Without further questioning, Luffy spat into your hand.

In a quick gesture, you held his length in your hand. He was already so hard and you had barely started touching him.

You began to move your hand up and down on his dick at a slow pace, his saliva making it easier to slide.

You were focused like never before in your life on what you were doing, but at the same time looking at his face, not wanting to miss any expression he made while you pleasured him.

You watched as his breathing grew heavier and heavier, his bright eyes now clouded with lust closed as he moaned again. His shaking hands rested on your shoulders, looking like he would fall if he didn't grab something for support.

He had never felt anything like that in his life, it would be impossible to describe with words, but it felt so good that he didn't want it to stop.

You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips again.

"You're enjoying this, are you?" You asked hoarsely, now using both of your hands to do it. "Talk to me, baby..."

He licked his lips before opening his eyes to look at you again.

"Y-yes- oh my God, yes..." He said between breathless moans.

"Good. Just one thing." You muttered, starting to increase the speed of your strokes. "Don't swear to God. Swear to me, okay?"

Hearing him moan as he said your name seemed to stir something deep in your core. You couldn't go without being touched for another second.

You gently took one of his hands that was still resting on your shoulder and guided it between your legs.

"Touch me here." You asked, feeling his fingers enter your panties.

He obeyed and stuck his hand further inside, eliciting a satisfied moan from you when he touched a specific place and rubbed slowly.

You were soaked, it felt like you had an 'accident'. But at the same time it was pleasantly warm to touch.

"Hah, it's wet down there..." Luffy said, trying hard to keep touching you and making you feel good too.

"Yes." You said. "It's because of you."

Not long after, you felt his entire body shudder, as he began to instinctively push himself into your hands to increase the friction.

"S-something's happening..." He stuttered, you felt his fingers holds your shoulder tightly. "I- I think I'm gonna... Damnit..."

The thought of seeing him ejaculating in your hands and hearing his noises of pleasure so close to your ear was too much for you, you couldn't see anything else in front of your eyes, the growing sensation in your groin seemed to spread to every part of your body and you came on his fingers.

You had touched yourself countless times before, but it was something else when you had an orgasm while being touched by someone you were very attracted to, your body and soul seemed to align.

Your moans also ended up stimulating him even more than he already was. Grunting and growling like a wild animal, his jets of sperm gushed out and fell down on one of your arms.

"Does it taste good?" Luffy asked between heavy breaths when he saw you licking the drops of cum from your arm.

"Not a lot." You replied, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck again. "I like the taste of your mouth better."

You kissed him again. He quickly wrapped his arms around your body and kissed you back.

"It was kind of fun." He said between chuckles.

You smiled and took his hat, which had been on his back the entire time, and placed it next to you.

Despite how little time the two of you had known each other, you could see that the hat was very important to Luffy, so you weren't going to do anything to damage it.

Soon after, you placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly laying him down on the sandy ground. He allowed it without question.

"What if I told you it could get even better?" You asked.

He lifted his head a little to look at you as he spoke, resting his elbows on the ground.

"Can it really be better than that?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised, which made you laugh.

"Yes." You replied, moving the fabric of your panties to the side and leaving your cunt exposed. You were surprised for a brief second, but smiled when you felt his cock harden again beneath you. "I-if you want..."

"I want." He quickly said, interrupting you. "I mean, do whatever you want with me."

It wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear, but you were happy all the same.

Placing your knees on the floor on either side of his body, you lifted yourself up a little, just enough so that you could align the tip of his dick with your entrance.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm your nerves so it wouldn't hurt any more than it probably would, you slowly lowered yourself down, unable to hold back a hiss of pain as you felt your walls being stretched and him going deeper inside you.

He tried not to show it, maybe because he saw that you were in pain, but you could see on his face that he was holding himself back from groaning at the sensation.

"D-does it hurt?" He asked.

"It's okay, I can handle it." You assured him, bringing your hands to his and intertwining your fingers together.

Not bothering to start slow, you began to move back and forth at a steady pace, moaning softly as you felt him throbbing inside you and reaching places you couldn't reach with your fingers.

You were so wet that he slid in and out of you with no problem.

You proudly watched his face contort in pleasure and he let out a loud moan. You didn't lie when you said it felt even better, but he started to get worried, if you continued at that pace he would cum too quickly.

"A-ah, wait, slow down, slow down, ah..." He whimpered, his mouth was open and what felt like a liter of drool was running from the corners and down his chin.

You didn't want to be mean with him, but the expression on his face and his pleading eyes looking at you did something to you, you wanted to look a little longer.

"Aw, are you close again yet?" You asked in a sweet tone of voice, not stopping violently slamming your hips against him for even a second. "If you want, ask again, maybe I'll do it?"

He looked at you with wide eyes, seeing that he didn't have much to do other than hope that you would slow down when he asked you again.

"P-please, slow- slow down a little, please. Gosh, this is too much..."

You decided to slow down your hips, just because you didn't want him to come too fast either.

"Ngh... Is this pace okay for you?" You asked, seeing him sigh in relief that you were finally going easy on him.

"Y-yes, just like that." He replied, mesmerized by how your breasts bounced as you ride him. "Shit, it feels like I'm gonna melt..."

You pulled his hands up and lifted his torso off the ground, your hands let go of his and you buried your fingers in his curls again, this time pulling his hair. His hands quickly grabbed your waist, following your movements.

"Ah! Fuck, you feel so good inside me I think I'm going crazy..." You cooed, feeling that another orgasm was approaching.

You continued to ride him as if it was the last time you would do so, drawing energy from you didn't know where after you eventually started to feel tired from all the effort you were putting in.

Until suddenly, you were startled for a brief moment when you felt one of his arms wrap around your waist and use all the strength he had to make you stop moving.

You couldn't help but be surprised. For such a thin boy he had a lot of strength in his arms.

You were about to ask Luffy why he made you stop, but all that came out of your mouth when you opened it was a loud gasp that turned into uncontrolled screams when you felt him push his hips up and fuck you relentlessly.

You didn't believe it was possible for his dick to go even deeper inside you, it was too good for you to worry about whether it would hurt any of your internal organs. You could feel his thrusts on the back of your neck.

With his free hand, he grabbed your hair and pulled, making your head bow back, while you also pulled his hair even harder.

"Holy shit, that's so- so... Nngh..." He moaned, the noise of your sweaty skin colliding together becoming even louder.

Hearing Luffy's voice become shaky again, that's when you knew he was close to his release, which put you on alert.

There was no way you could risk him cumming inside you, you were too young to be a mother.

You knew he wouldn't stop even if you asked him to and you understood perfectly, when primal desires went to someone's head there was nothing in the world that could stop them from getting what they wanted.

He probably was stronger than you, but you still had to try.

You grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding you in place. It seemed like he would never let go of you. Using all your strength, you somehow managed to wrench his arm away and stood up.

Just in time, his back rested on the floor again as he came once more, giving one last breathless moan that turned into small, low moans.

As he recovered from his orgasm, you sat on his lap again and rested your hands on his chest, this time rubbing your private parts together.

The friction was enough for you to orgasm too, your eyes rolled back and you moaned his name to the heavens as you arched your back.

Definitely neither of you would forget that moment.

You cautiously got off his lap and lay down next to him, brushing away some messy strands that accidentally fell into your face.

"Why didn't you let me finish inside of you?" He asked, which made you turn your face to look at him.

"Oh look at this ungrateful little boy." You joked, feigning indignation.

"But I liked it anyway." He laughed, slapping your arm lightly. "You did well."

"Just well?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, you were amazing." He reformulated it.

"It's gotten better. A little." You laughed.

"Okay, what can I do to make it better?" He asked.

You smiled.

"Well, the night isn't over yet." You said, hoping he understood what you meant.

"Yeah, sometimes the night is too long." He commented. "If it were up to me, it would be daytime all the time, so I wouldn't have to go to sleep..."

"I want to do it again." You said, which immediately made him shut up. "Do you think you can take it?"

"Umm, I guess so." He replied, giggling nervously.

You giggled and lay down on top of him, joining your lips in another kiss.

Going out that night and getting laid with someone you hadn't met in a day was definitely the craziest thing you'd ever done in your life.

And you didn't regret it for a second.

#opla x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #opla #opla luffy #monkey d. luffy #one piece

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anzadosara · 5 months

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I remember when I finished bsd season 3, I went to a site and scrolled through the chapters that weren't animated yet; there I saw Nikolai and read his dialogs.

I think it was three or four years ago, I was familiar with his impressions; like 'the insane serial killer clown' and all; but when I read what he said it really came to me as a surprise how much I understood him.

and that claim still stands; I really identify with him the most. I'm sure he's a very hard character to understand to many of the people that follow the series; like 'who would want to kill the person they think of as their best friend?!', but I get him, despite how ill that may sound.

Nikolai's more sane than any of us, although we might think of him as the most insane. He is forged with feelings, he is forged with a body. Nikolai doesn't think, he feels. He feels his chest ache, he feels his head spin, and thinks to himself 'then if I'm free of my body, I won't feel anything'.

He knows that's not true, he knows better than anyone else; but chooses not to believe in it.

Nikolai knows what he is, and he knows he was given no opportunity to choose it, and this pains him; so he denies it.

He runs away from himself, runs away from his feelings; and oh he tries. He tries to tell people this, he tries to make them understand, to ask for help. He walks around talking in excited gibberish philosophy, and in the end, they call him insane and leave.

When they don't understand, when no one understands; he starts killing. He kills to prove to them what he said is true, to show them what they're not willing to use their minds to understand.

He was stuck in this vortex, until Fyodor showed up and made his pain double, no, multiplied.

Fyodor tells him exactly what he wanted to hear so desperately.

"You stand up against god in order to lose sight of yourself."

There, a new feeling bloomed; something he had never felt. We call it love, we call it obsession. Nikolai was terrified, so he made himself a solution: omit the cause, make the pain stop.

again, he knew killing Fyodor wasn't the way out; but chose to believe it was. He was terrified, and I'm sure any interaction he ever had with Fyodor pained him. I say this because I've been there myself, exactly where he was.

now something unexpected has happened, Fyodor's dead.

I doubt Nikolai really ever saw it in himself to kill Fyodor with his own hands, he couldn't, he loved him. He probably just planned on playing around carelessly just like he did, until someday fate itself, god himself, decides for him; and so he did, Fyodor's gone.

Or maybe there was a tiny glimpse of hope, in the bottom of his heart, that god would give him a chance in the end to be with Fyodor. He knew Fyodor didn't care about him, he knew it was all one sided, but he hoped anyway; maybe that was what kept him from performing his plan.

Now it's over, he is left with a void that cleaves his flesh and bone open. I wonder if he'll resist it, I wonder if he can last.

I wonder if he'll suicide :)

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis #fyodor bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd anime #bsd season 4 #nikolai gogol bsd #bsd theories #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #character study #character analysis #headcanon #my headcanons #analysis

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 4 months

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requests are open right? You don’t have to do this LMA0

just David being comforted that mf needs a hug and a good cry methinks

This one has been stuck in my head - there are so many scenes and opportunities where this idea would fit and omg - thank you for requesting this because I didn't know that this was something I wanted to write/read! I hope you like this 💜

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For the first time in decades, the cave was quiet. No distant chatter, no music being played in the background. Even the crickets and bats kept quiet, almost as if they felt their silence was necessary.

The only one present in the cave was David. He had made a mess of things, or at least, that's how it felt. Where he had tried to turn Star, he had failed. He knew the girl was stubborn, but to ignore her own nature like that - the way she ignored her hunger, the need to feed and lure victims away so she could do so? David shook his head. He had underestimated the girl, that was for sure.

That seemed to happen a lot, lately. Underestimating outsiders. He didn't even know exactly how that had happened. Was it because he and his boys had gotten too relaxed, believing they owned the town? Was it because Star had been begging him to let Michael in? Was it because of Max' foolish plan? He sighed as he lit his - final, he realised - cigarette. Things had gotten wrong.

In the back of the cave, far away from the deadly sunlight, he kept the bodies of his fallen brothers. Every night, he fed them fresh blood, slowly but surely healing them. Marko was close to waking up again, but both Paul and Dwayne took more damage and would take longer to heal. The only reason he had even gotten out of that damned house and managed to bring his brothers along was because of an old friend of theirs.

Charlie had saved them - had saved him. Charlie had pulled him off those antlers, feeding him blood until he had healed himself. Charlie, who had a habit of running off and exploring, taking "make the most of your life" more literal than most. Charlie, who had run away after the five of them had been turned back in 1906, and only ever stopped by once every seven years before disappearing again, that Charlie - she had saved them.

"I've got some extra bodies if the boys need more blood."

David looked up, startled by the sudden interruption of the silence. He looked at her, nodded, and refocused in his cigarette.

"You can't continue down this path."

"What path?" His voice was colder than intended.

"This. This self-pity. Stop blaming yourself. You didn't do this to them."

"Sure feels like I did."

"You didn't ask for those wannabe vampire hunters to barge in here. You didn't ask for Marko to be staked. You didn't ask for them preparing for your revenge, and almost succeeding because of dumb fucking luck, did you?"

"No."

"Then why do you blame yourself?"

David was quiet for a moment, dropping what remained of his cigarette. "I'm their leader."

"On the boardwalk, maybe. In here, you're their equal."

"They followed me, because I wanted to get revenge."

"They wanted revenge too." Charlie had walked closer to him. She stood in front of him, sighing softly. "You don't have to do this alone anymore."

"I know you, Char. Within a couple of days, you'll be off to your next adventure, and I'll be here waiting to see if the boys will wake up."

"I won't leave until I know they are fine." She said, determination clear in her voice. "This, all of this, is not on you, your leadership or your actions."

David didn't respond. He just stared at the floor, trying his best to ignore her. Deep down, he knew she was right, but he didn't want her to be. Right now, he had someone to blame. Himself. He was never one for blaming himself, but this time, it felt right. All the others that were responsible were dead, anyways, and he couldn't blame them, now, could he?

"David."

David looked up, freezing when suddenly he felt her arms around him. She held him, not saying anything. She just held him, and before he realised it, he felt some tears running down his cheek. Charlie still didn't say anything. She just sighed softly, looking at him with a sad smile. She wiped away his tears.

"I won't leave you. Not until I know you are fine," she whispered finally, giving him a soft kiss on his temple.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

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