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burrow-ix · 5 months

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Snooze

Summary: A late night drive through downtown Cincinnati after a rough day at work helps your blossoming relationship with Tee become even more serious.

Warnings: just straight up sickening fluff; allusions to a potential spicy part 2 👀 and it’s also just really freaking long so 😅

Also, thank you again @balanceingrace for helping with framework and helping me love this story again. I love you always🤍

You shuffle into your little house after an extremely long and busy shift at the hospital, throwing your purse lord knows where and your shoes in the general vicinity of the little shoe rack by the door.

You loved your job, but a day like today made you want to break down and never go back. It was one thing after the other, difficult patients, difficult family members, there was no time for time management, and not to mention losing a patient halfway through the day. That was your straw, but you had no choice but to swallow back the tears and keep moving.

You peel off your scrubs after slugging off to your bedroom, and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Your mind was numb, your body was numb.

After a few minutes, you finally slide off the bed and go into the bathroom to take a shower, the borderline scorching heat of the water soothing your achy, and extremely tense muscles. You let a couple tears slip out but you always tried to make sure you didn’t bring work home with you, because that would just make your job and home life worse. You refused to combine the two.

You step out of the shower and quickly dry yourself off and half ass-ly drying your hair. You realized once you started that you quite frankly didn’t care. You slip on an oversized shirt and panties before slipping into your bed, the tears wanting to flow but you wouldn’t let them. You just took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling once again.

Your brain started running 100 miles a minute. Replaying the day in your head, if this was what you still want you wanted to do for the rest of your life, what tomorrow what was going to consist of, your relationship with Tee that has become VERY serious recently, the big black hole in the middle of our galaxy. You know, all the things.

At one point, you turn over and the clock read 10:47pm.

“Oh shit” you groan. You had laid here for an hour and a half just thinking. You wanted to go to sleep but you couldn’t shut your brain off.

Your phone dings and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You lazily picked up your phone off of your nightstand, and it was almost like your favorite person read your mind.

Tee 🤍

wanna go on a drive?

You smile at the text, your heart that has been cold most of the day flooding with warmth almost instantly and a couple tears make their way down your cheeks. It’s like he knew, he had that instinct of needing to take care of you, and that’s what he was going to do.

(Y/N)

how did you know I needed that?

Tee🤍

bc I know you

I need to see you and I feel like you need to see me

I was just hoping you were up since it’s way past gma’s bed time 😉

You roll your eyes, that smile not leaving your face. You did normally go to bed at 8:30pm. You loved your sleep, who doesn’t? But he loved to make fun of you for it.

(Y/N)

I do need to see you, really bad.

come get me

Tee🤍

on my way baby

You take another deep breath, not only thanking Joe and Olivia for introducing you two but thanking God for placing Tee into your life. The longer you guys have been together, the more he knows you, how you operate, which faces mean certain feelings, even as much as knowing when something is wrong even when he’s apart from you. It was the little things.

You throw on a pair of biker shorts and a long sleeve. It was fall time and temp was in the 60s. It was beautiful outside lately.

You fix your hair as best you can, still keeping it up but making it look like you weren’t just about to go to bed. 15 minutes later, Tee texts you saying that he had just pulled in and you throw some shoes on before heading out of the house.

You walk down to his car and open the door, leaning down to peek at him. He smiles at you, one arm leaning on the console and the other resting on the steering wheel and you couldn’t help but match his smile.

“Hey you” you say.

“Hey you” he repeats, his smile radiating. His smile killed you. It was so bright, so genuine. He was someone who was genuine. Very kind hearted and caring. You adored him.

You climbed into the passenger seat and made eye contact once again. You two look at each other for a moment before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and then on your lips.

You pull away a few moments later and bump your nose against his, smiling like a love sick puppy. The way he makes your mood change instantly still blows your mind.

“Missed you” he murmurs.

“I’ve missed you too” your voice cracks, not intentionally, but those tears were making their way back. Little did you know that you just needed him to help you feel better.

“I knew something was up, what’s wrong?” He asks, resting his hand on your thigh, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches the tears form in your eyes.

“It was just my day. I can tell you while you drive” you assure him.

“Driving can wait” he gives your thigh a squeeze.

“No Tee, it’s okay. I’ll be over it by tomorrow. Just go ahead and drive, for me, please?” You quietly beg. He stares at you for a moment before nodding and backing out of your driveway.

You two ride in silence for awhile before you tuck a foot under you, getting comfortable since who knew how long you two were going to be driving around for. At one point, the air was getting colder and you were getting cold but you didn’t want to say anything because you were enjoying the windows down.

Tee easily read your body language so at the next red light, he put the car in park and unbuckled before slipping his hoodie off and handing it to you.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine” you smile at him as he buckles himself again.

“No you’re not. Can’t have my girl freezing” he smiles back before hitting the gas as the light turns green. You roll your eyes and throw his hoodie on, sneakily smelling his cologne.

Tee’s hand slides onto your thigh, giving it a nice squeeze. You smile over at him and you rub your hand up and down his tattooed arm. Sexy ass.

“Do you want to talk about your day now?” He asks, glancing over at you. You let out a deep sigh before starting to explain one thing after the other, and he listened attentively, he was a very good listener and you were thankful, especially on the days where you needed to rant.

“….and everything just piled on top of each other and it became almost unbearable. I tried to wind down so I could go to sleep and just forget about today but my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up” you let out a huff of annoyance and he quietly chuckles at the last part.

“First off, I wanna say how much of a badass you are. I could never do what you do in a day. That’s a hell of a lot of brain power to use and energy that I don’t have”

“You’re a fucking wide receiver, Tee, you have a lot of both of those things” you giggle.

“But it’s different, you know what I’m sayin’? Like you are having to keep people alive, some you can’t help and it was written in the cards from when they were even thought of. But you are so fucking brave and so strong to do what you do everyday. I hope you know how badass you are, because seriously, you are and I admire you for it every single day” he looks over at you as he arrives at another stop light.

Your heart floods with a familiar feeling you’ve experienced honestly since you started dating Tee but you kept pushing it off because you didn’t want to believe it so early but it was happening; hell, it happened already, you fell in love with him, truly, madly, deeply. It was pathetic.

He was the most generous and loving person. He was supportive and encouraging in everything you did. Always looking out for you, checking on you, making sure you feel beautiful always. You were his queen, his number one, other than his Momma, and rightfully so.

You’ve had a few serious relationships over the years but all of those men turned out to be trash and honestly gave you trust issues but this was different in only the best way possible. You saw a future with Tee, even after this short time that felt like a lifetime.

Not to mention he was a hottie. His handsome face, that stunning smile, his tall and muscular frame, his tattoos; the man was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.

Tee glanced over at you, feeling your eyes on him, he gives you his bright smile that makes you want to squeeze him tightly and never let him go.

You love him.

“You want to tell me what’s on your mind right now? Did I say something wrong?” He asks, turning his eyes back to the road, a small and almost worried smile gracing his face.

And speaking of heart racing, yours was about to beat out of your chest at what was spilling out of your mouth.

“I love you” you breathe out.

Tee’s heart could about explode. He’s been so scared to say it, afraid of how you would react when he would say those exact three words to you. He honestly fell for you a lot sooner than you fell for him but that was another story for another time.

“I am so glad you said that, because I love you too” he says, his smile the brightest it’s ever been.

“I really need a damn stop light because I need to kiss you so bad right now” you say and he laughs.

“Hold on, I gotchu”

He turns onto a different street and the light turned yellow and he slowly comes to a stop, placing the car in park and looking over at you.

“Thank you Jesus” you breathe out and grab his face, smashing your lips against his. You two smiled against each other’s lips, thinking about how you both finally made the long awaited confession.

Then to make it even more perfect, “Snooze” by SZA comes on shuffle. You two finally pull away from each other, not without another sweet kiss from Tee.

“I fucking love you” he says just above a whisper. Your stomach was doing backflips. Just hearing him say those words meant the world to you.

“And I love you” you smile.

He gives you one more firm but tender kiss before he shifts the car back into drive as the light turns green.

That just happened.

When you first started dating Tee, “Snooze” was y’all’s vibe, and still is. You dreamt about him. There was never a moment where you wanted to be somewhere else. He made you feel so important, so wanted, cared for, loved.

Everything in this moment couldn’t have been more perfect. This song playing as you two drove through mildly quiet downtown Cincinnati, windows down, the cooler air slipping into the car, nipping your skin but in a comforting way.

The sky was clear so despite the city lights, you could still see the beautiful stars in the sky. The man you loved to the left of you, his tattooed hand on your thigh, you wearing his hoodie, and both finally saying out loud that you loved each other. Your heart was surely the size of both of your lungs combined at this point. Every bad thing that happened today vanished from your brain like it never even happened. This was what heaven looked like to you.

He must have felt this moment too because his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem

I don't got nobody, just with you right now

Tell the truth, I look better under you

I can't lose when I'm with you

How can I snooze and miss the moment?

You just too important

Nobody do body like you do”

“Damn” Tee murmurs and shakes his head.

“What?” You ask.

“You…the way you make me feel. It’s just wild” he says, full on blushing and you couldn’t help but blush in return.

“Quit Tee” you smile down at your clasped hands.

“You quit” he chuckles.

“Ain't a home when you not here

Hard to grow when you not here, I'm sayin'

I can't lose when I'm with you”

“You should stay over tonight” he glances over at you with hopeful eyes.

“Teeee” you sigh.

“Please? It’ll kill me to take you home tonight” he juts his bottom lip out.

“That’s very dramatic” you giggle and flick his lip.

“It’s not dramatic. I don’t wanna take you home, especially now” he says, squeezing your thigh. You smile sadly and rest your head on his arm, your mind already working to figure something out. You didn’t want him to take you home either.

After another half an hour or so, he pulls back up to your house. He leans his head back onto the head rest and looks at you, his eyes sad.

“Don’t look at me like that, Tee” you whine.

“I don’t want you to leave. It’s been a week and I miss you” he sighs, looking down at your hands intertwined, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your hand.

“You’ll see me at the game this weekend” you tell him but he still didn’t like that. You wanted to play a little hard to get now.

He turns his head back, looking forward. You knew he was pouting.

“Tee”

You sigh when he doesn’t answer you. His hand still rested on your thigh as you watched him. You get an idea.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and climb over the console and into his lap, straddling his hips. He looks up at you, eyes widened slightly. He gave you a quick glance up and down before his eyes meeting yours as you speak up.

“Can I suggest something?” You ask and he hums.

“I would stay at your place, but I have stuff to do here tomorrow, stuff that I could get done while you’re at practice. So what if we stayed at my place tonight? I know it’s not as nice as y-“

“Okay” he smiles, his hands running up your thighs and holds onto your hips.

“Okay?”

“Okay. But I might have to run home to grab stuff for tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Well yeah, of course, whatever you need to do. Are you sure it’s okay?” You ask running yours hands up and down his shoulders.

“More than okay. I don’t care where we stay, as long as you’re there” he smiles again and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“And then I could stay with you this weekend?” You suggest.

“Absolutely” he nods.

You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into neck.

“I’ve also missed you” you say, pressing gentle kisses onto his neck, your breath sending chills down his spine. He wraps his arms around you tightly in a hug. He couldn’t get enough of you, ever.

“I’m going to go home and grab my iPad for our meetings and grab more clothes so I can stay a couple days, okay?” He asks, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Okay”

“That okay with you?”

“More than okay with me” you kiss his lips multiple times, him giving you a loving and healthy smack to the ass before you crawl out of his lap and out of the car.

“I’ll be back. I love you” he smiles. God, it felt so good for him to say that, and it felt so good for you to hear it.

“I love you. Be careful” you smile back, giving him another kiss before shutting his door and making your way back into the house.

Holy shit. What a day.

45 minutes later, as you laid on the couch, you get a knock on your door.

“Damn it” you curse under your breath as you hop off the couch and run to the door. You accidentally locked the door out of habit.

You unlock the door and open it to be greeted by Tee who had a bookbag on his shoulder and a duffel bag hanging by his side.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to lock it” you say grimacing.

“Don’t want me to stay, huh?” He smirks pushing his body up against yours, backing you further into your living room, shutting the door behind him.

“Don’t you start being dramatic again. You know I want you to stay. I want you to stay all the time” you cock an eyebrow at him, sliding your hands up his arms and around his neck as he drops his bags.

“Mhm” he hums as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue making its way into your mouth, giving you all the feels.

Tee’s hands slide from your hips to your ass, squeezing it with his large hands. You moan into his mouth and he presses his hands into your ass so your hips press into his.

After a couple minutes of your make out sesh in the middle of your living room, he pulls away slightly, his breath fanning your face. He must have brushed his teeth before coming back over to your house because you tasted and smelled mint.

“You make me feel…insane” he says.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” You ask and he smiles at you.

“So good” he chuckles, reattaching your lips for a few more minutes before you break away again.

“As much as I want to continue this, it’s so late and you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you don’t go to sleep” you breathe out.

“You right. Tomorrow, after I get back?” He smirks.

“If you’re lucky” you shrug, giggling at his expression.

“I’m very lucky, damn it” he says nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh.

“Let’s go to bed, you exhaust me” you sigh, walking past him towards your bedroom.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby” he says, giving a harsh smack to your ass as he walks behind you.

“Tee!” You gasp and he smiles innocently.

You two eventually get changed into more comfortable clothes and get comfy in bed, your back pressed against his front, his long arms wrapped around you and his face nuzzled into your neck, mumbling “I love you’s” to each other that still didn’t feel real.

And that’s when he starts to slowly hum a melody that you both listened to earlier in the night, allowing you to relax and finally drift to sleep.

I can't lose when I'm with you.

How can I snooze and miss the moment?

You just too important.

Nobody do body like you do, you do.

#tee higgins #teeeeee #tee is everything #cincinnati bengals #nfl #joe burrow #tee higgins fic #fluffy #fanfic #tee higgins x reader #joe burrow fan fic

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callmelola111 · 11 months

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guilty conscience ☆ part four

← part 1 , part 2 , part 3 ⭑ part 5 →

synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate the already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

|✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 3.2k

|✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, SMUT (18+ ONLY), modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, frequent swearing, sexual tension, cat lol, fingering (r receiving), oral (r recieving), kinda nipple play, dom!ellie, sub!reader, public-ish sex, ellie is a cheater cheater pumpkin eater (i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: honestly was getting fed up with myself writing this part. like goddamn bitch can we get a happy ending already? so much angst and drama from ellie that you might just wanna beat her tf up. it gets so slutty though and i love it. i hope this is feeds the ache for y'all, lmk cause this is my first attempt at smut!! anyways, thanks 4 the support and much love from me to you <;3

After that special night with Ellie, you realized there was no more ignoring the situation at hand. She left you feeling empty just as quick as she had made you feel full. And you cared so much for her, despite the fact. No matter how much you wanted to stand your ground, your mind always got stuck on the possibilities. The possibility that Ellie was feeling everything you were… The possibility that there was a happy ending in sight… The possibility that Cat meant nothing.

With all these feelings circling your mind, you felt too biased to make the right decision when it came to her. You decided it was time to tell Dina. You quickly picked up your phone and gave her a call, inviting her out to coffee. Thankfully Dina offered to drive, as you were still stranded at Ellie’s bandmates place. 10 minutes later, she was out front honking.

Dina greeted you with a squeal, “Hiii love!! I missed you!”

Before you could reciprocate her greeting she spoke again, “Wait who’s house is this? How was last night? Oh my god Y/n, did you hook up with someone?? Pleaseee tell me!!” Dina’s thoughts were going 100 mph trying to guess the context of this little rendezvous.

“That’s why I asked you to coffee. Trust me, I’m going to explain everything.” Your mysterious answer left Dina even more intrigued. The both of you arrived at the coffee shop, ordered your drinks, and took a seat at a little table in the corner.

“Soooo… TELL ME ALREADY,” Dina exclaimed impatiently as you fidgeted in your seat not even sure where to start. You stared through the shop window at nothing in particular as you mulled over the timeline of Ellie and you. Dina could see the cogs in your brain turning and knew this conversation was going to be about more than a silly little one night stand. You finally spoke 3 words, “it’s about Ellie.”

“Ellie? God I should’ve known, I’m literally your best friend!!”

“It's fine D, I’ve been pretty radio silent about my love life on purpose. See, it’s much more complicated. Like a gut wrenching, sick and twisted, WLW heartbreak kind of complicated. How long can you stay and talk?”

“I’m all yours babe, give me every last detail. I'm serious,” Dina urged. So, you did. The debrief took a total of 3 hours and 2 iced coffees to get through. It felt so good getting everything off your chest.

Dina gave you just the right advice too, “Communication is key.” You knew it was stupid but talking about it upfront was the last thing you had thought to do. It seemed too scary to face Ellie like that, but you knew it was the right choice. Sure it was hard dealing with these feelings and you wanted answers, but you also lived with this girl. You owed it to yourself and to her to figure out this bullshit. You didn’t want to be in a constant state of tension and resentment every time the two of you had to be around each other (which was all the time).

After a morning well spent, you and Dina said your goodbyes and she dropped you back off at your dorm. You walked through the front doors and swiped your student ID to access the elevator. You leaned against the cold, metal walls as you brainstormed how to approach Ellie. You had a good idea of what to say up until you were opening the door and coming face to face with her. She made you forget everything. But, despite your blank mind, you were determined.

“Ellie, we need to talk, seriously.” You tried to assert yourself, but your breaths were shaky from nerves. Ellie looked up from her desk nonchalantly and gave you a blank stare like she had no idea what you were talking about. This really pissed you off.

“Don’t give me that fucking look Ellie, you know exactly what I’m talking about. How could you just leave me like that?”

“Hey relax, it’s not like that.” she stood up and answered calmly, which made you want to slap her even more. Ellie could put on a game face better than she could ever be vulnerable. No matter the damage her lack of honesty caused.

“It’s not like that? Be real with yourself for one fucking second Ellie.”

“Fuck you bro, I don’t need this shit.” she retaliated, not meaning a word she spat out.

“FUCK YOU!” you shouted, moving into her space. Instead of moving back, Ellie stayed right there with you, standing her ground. You felt the heat of her body against yours and an erotic sensation growing between your legs. Your eyes began to glaze over with tears of desperation, she had this unexplained power over you.

“Ellie, I- I can’t keep doing this with you.”

“Can’t keep doing what?” she asked. It’s like Ellie needed you to admit it first before she could even acknowledge it on her own. She longed to hear your passionate confessions and anguished pleas.

“I can’t keep beating around the bush with you. I like you Ellie and it’s driving me fucking crazy because you act like you could care less. You taunt me with your stupid sexy charm and stupid flirty touch just to run right back to Cat. But right here, right now, you can’t deny the tension between us. I need you Ellie.” Tears began to stream down your face and you wiped them away with haste. A beat of loud silence echoed through the room before Ellie finally answered.

“I don’t mean to tease, but there’s just so much at stake when it comes to me and you. Can't you see? I know I’m a piece of shit. I mean, here I am with a perfectly fine girlfriend, yet inches away from my roommate, hardly able to resist her touch.”

“Then don't Ellie. Forget about everyone and please just kiss me.” You were practically begging, it was so pitiful. Ellie placed a hand to your shoulder and shoved you against the wall.

“God Y/n just STOP IT!”

You melted under her agonizing touch, “W-why not me?” You stuttered and took in her hot breaths that hit your face as she panted through her frustration. It wasn’t much longer till the two of you could no longer restrain.

Ellie stared at her dirty converse to avoid your pleading eyes, “I just can’t, I can’t cheat. I'm not a cheater.” She was shaking her head profusely as if to rid her mind of the lustful thoughts that consumed her. She wanted you so bad it hurt. You took her face in your hands and lifted her gaze to yours in a last attempt.

“Ellie-,” you gasped, as the aching became unbearable. You’d surrender to her touch right now if she only asked. As Ellie looked back at you, she wished Cat didn’t exist, you were all she ever wanted and you were right there. She just had to say the words and you’d be hers.

Ellie’s head fell into the crook of your neck in desperation. Her hands moved up and down your clothed body searching for some sort of release.

“Ellie please, I need you.” you whimpered into her ear. The vibrations sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and just like that she snapped. All her morals disappeared as she found your wrist and grasped it firmly, leading your hand to the waistband of your pants.

She whispered back, “show me.” With her permission your hand darted down to the ache. You slid your fingers through the mess Ellie invoked with just her words before stopping on the big ball of nerves that begged to be touched.

Before you could ease the yearning down below, Ellie interrupts, “I said show me.” A smirk grew upon her face as she watched you discern the meaning of her risky comment. You retrieved your fingers in obedience to Ellie and were prepared to do whatever else she asked.

Immediately, Ellie took your sticky fingers and brought them to her plump lips. Slowly she planted kisses from the tips of your digits down to your knuckles. It felt like a dream. Of course, Ellie knew she should stop, but when her freckled nose caught the sweet smell of your juices she dreamed of tasting them too.

“Put your hands back in your pants.” she demanded with agency. Back inside they went, fingers quick to locate your empty hole. You couldn’t take it, your middle finger gently slid in and a breath escaped your open mouth. You shut your eyes and an in-and-out rhythm ensued. Ellie grew wet herself as she watched you writhe with pleasure. She couldn’t help but tell you.

“I love watching you touch yourself like that.” Her comment evoked a strained moan from your lips as you imagined her fingers inside instead of your own. Ellie cupped her cunt, trying to fight her infidelity but failing miserably.

“Can I see your fingers again please? I- I wanna taste it.”

“Need me that bad?” you teased, like you hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for ages. But Ellie had no time for games and took matters into her own hands. She captured your fingers herself. Her tongue flattened to the length of them before her mouth completely closed in on the treat. She sucked with vigor until your flavor dissipated.

“Tastes so good” she hummed, eyes blown out with pleasure.

“How about you really taste it?” you taunted. The twisted and erotic nature of the interaction left you in a trance.

“You know I can’t Y/n. It- It would be wrong.” Ellie spoke as if sucking your roommates slick right off her fingers wasn’t just as much of a betrayal as any sexual act. At this point morals felt so out of the question but your words from nights before continued to repeat in her head.

“Me? Mess it up for you? Don’t worry Ellie, you can do that all on your own, believe me.”

She was at odds with herself, not knowing whether to dive in head first or run away while she could.

“Please Ellie, I need you inside me.” you begged. She brushed the back of her hand down your face apologetically and planted a kiss on your forehead.

A single tear fell as she said, “I just can’t do this. I have to go,” and turned towards the door. Ellie disappeared out of the room and you sunk to the floor, defeated once more. I guess old habits really do die hard.

After Ellie left, she didn’t show back up to your dorm for the next 3 days. At first you were pissed off and hurt, but the longer she was gone, the more that bitterness turned into worry. She became the only thing on your mind. You had tried calling and texting but to no avail. Out of desperation, you even decided to ask Cat in class. Dina supervised from afar as you confronted her.

“Cat, I know you don’t like me, but can I please just ask you something,” you said with hesitance.

“Great observation! You’re right, I don’t like you. Now, what do you want?” she snapped.

“It’s about Ellie, I haven't seen her in 3 days and I’m really worried. Do you know where she is?” Cat paused to think before she gave you an answer.

“She’s been staying at my place. Is there a problem? I mean, I am her girlfriend,” she scoffed. Truthfully, Cat hadn’t seen Ellie for the past 3 days either but God forbid she let you find that out. She didn’t want you thinking you had any sort of chance with her girlfriend now that she seemed to be getting iced out too.

Of course, her plan worked just how she wanted and you were just about ready to give up on Ellie. You walked back to your dorm dragging your feet hopelessly. When you arrived you were greeted by none other than the girl who’d been fueling your worry.

“Ellie? What the fuck. What are you doing here?”

“I mean, I live here right?” she answered while rummaging through her things. Here she goes again, pissing you off like usual.

“I thought you did too until you went awol for 3 whole days without saying a thing. If you wanna stay with Cat that bad just tell me. I don’t need you sparing my feelings. You’ve already done enough.” Your anger spoke for you and Ellie was baffled.

“Cat? What makes you say that? I’ve been at my parents this whole time.”

You snapped, “Don't lie to me Ellie, I know you were at her place. If you love Cat so much, just be with her and leave me the fuck alone.” Ellie then grabbed her guitar and slinged on a backpack.

“Fine, I will leave you alone. I have a show to be at anyways.” And just like that, gone again.

You replayed the past hour in your head and considered the fact that maybe Ellie was telling the truth. Cat was never known to be a saint, so her lying all of the sudden seemed likely. This time, instead of waiting for Ellie to come back around, you decided to chase after her.

You quickly threw on a revenge outfit and put on some mascara. You stared in the mirror at your black mini skirt and tight crop top. You couldn’t deny it, you looked fucking hot. The peak in confidence pushed you right out the door and to the venue of Ellie’s show.

When you arrived her band was already on stage playing. You realized this was your first time ever hearing them together and decided to really soak it in. Ellie looked so happy doing what she loved despite all the drama happening off stage. She was even better than you thought. You watched as she plucked the strings and bobbed her head along with the beat. You hated how much it turned you on. The tattoo you loved so much was on full display and her arm muscles flexed with each chord. She’d occasionally bite her bottom lip in concentration and it drove you wild. Her set finally finished and you were more than pleased, mentally and physically. Ellie got off stage and you quickly ran after, shouting her name.

“Hey can we talk please? I wanna say sorry.” you explained.

“Fine, come with me to the bathroom, it’s quieter there.” She grabbed your hand and led you. You pushed yourself up to sit on the marble counters that housed the sinks. Ellie looked you up and down, waiting for you to speak. She took note of how good you looked before frantically spewing an apology.

“I’m sorry for accusing you of lying. I was stupid and asked Cat if she had seen you recently. Of course she told me you’d been with her and I blindly believed.”

She seemed to be listening so you continued your ranting, “I really hate to fight Els. I miss having fun with you. I wanna move on from everything and just be happy. Together, me and you.” You looked up to flash her some puppy dog eyes when you noticed her attention being diverted.

No matter how hard Ellie wanted to pay attention to what you had to say, she couldn’t help but stare up your skirt. Your positioning on the counter gave her the perfect sneak peek of the space between your legs. Once you had caught on to her pervy behavior Ellie fumbled to save face.

“Shit sorry um, I was just, uh, you have cute panties.” She then flashed you a sideways smile trying to make up for that dumpster fire of a “save”.

“You don’t have to apologize, Els.” A cocky look spread across your face and Ellie recognized what game you were playing.

“Well then I’d just like to say, the wet spot on them is even cuter.” Your face turned hot as you registered the fact that the same girl who made you soak through your panties was about to be the one to take them off.

Ellie slotted herself between your knees as you sat on the counter. Shock turned to hunger in a matter of seconds as you practically consumed each other. Her mouth engulfed yours as if there was no need for air. You desperately clung to her body, using your legs to pull in closer. Ellie grabbed at your chest as she slipped her wet tongue into your desperate kiss. You gasped into her mouth when she found your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. She twisted them with power before removing your shirt completely. Ellie separated from your mouth for just a split second to admire the beauty before her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” she gushed and then used both hands to push your legs apart. Your cunt was on full display through the soaked fabric, your skirt bunched up around your hips. Ellie used her calloused fingers to trace the delicate folds peeking from the cloth and you jolted as she brushed past your sensitive spot. She hooked into your panties to scootch the fabric to the side before you suddenly interrupted.

“Ellieeee, we’re in a public bathroom.” She pouted at you with desperation. Ellie needed you now. Out of pure impulse, she grabbed you by the hips, hands cupping your ass, and stumbled with you into the big stall.

“Take them off” she demanded. You seductively slipped the pink, lace thong you were wearing down to your ankles. The cold air alone on your exposed folds was enough to send a sensation through your body. Ellie retrieved your littered painties and shoved them into her pocket for “safe keeping”. She remained on her knees in the tight bathroom stall and began planting kisses on your inner thighs. These kisses turned into small bites as the shared arousal became overwhelming to your senses.

Ellie eventually found her way to right where you wanted her. Her fingers spread you apart taking mental note of each delicate fold. You gasped in pleasure, as if to urge her to continue. The wet sensation of her tongue finally met your aching clit and a sultry moan escaped your lips. Your opening clenched at the contact as she coached you through the bliss that was her mouth.

“I know it feels good but you gotta be quiet for me baby. Just breathe.” You had barely gotten the hang of keeping calm before her fingers dove in to give you twice as much satisfaction.

You gripped Ellie’s forearm for support as she twisted in and out of your throbbing cunt. She was determined to make you feel good. She needed to make up for her bad behavior.

With that thought in mind, she dove back in with her mouth followed by the curling of her fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but screech and Ellie quickly shot a hand up to cover your mouth. So goddamn noisy. As she continued, you inched closer and closer to the precipice of an orgasm.

The bathroom brimmed with the wet sounds of Ellie’s tongue lapping you up, her fingers assaulting your hole, and the moans she did her best to muffle. But, suddenly, those weren’t the only sounds that filled the room.

“Ellie? Baby, is that you?”

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months

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ok here i go full hc prompt🥳🤩🤩

m6 in the ✨✋Future🤚✨ or at least to them, relatively, from their medievaissance-y mixed bag nonspecified time period to something resembling our times! i personally like to consider it still Their World, fictional, which just progressed to look like ours now (it literally makes zero difference to anybody except the inner machinations of my annoying ass but yeah ifykyk) basically yknow shooting a medieval peasant into 2023 & giving him mountain dew type beat

The Arcana HCs: M6 in the Future

~ @tetsuooooooooooo this was so much fun, thank you for sending it in and I hope you enjoy these!! ~

-- for headcanon purposes, MC is from the future and is tasked with taking care of M6 during their 24 hours there --

Julian

It takes him less than two minutes to figure out where (read: when) he is and his response is nothing short of enthusiastic

Please, he's been around the world, and he's got a delightful guide, and he really, really wants to know if his theories about leeches ended up being correct

He actually gets a little emotional when a quick google search shows him how wrong he was and you end up having to take him exploring to cheer him up and distract him from his failures

You have a really hard time explaining to him that clinics don't allow doctors without medical degrees to waltz in and observe random patients getting treatments

You take him to see a movie and he's transfixed

The screen is so big. The actor's faces are so clear. The drama is so much more than anything he could have imagined. And they come with music?? Hums the soundtrack for the rest of the day

If you show him that one version of Jurassic Park with Jeff Goldblum in it Julian will imitate him sporadically afterwards

Enjoys fast food way more than he should. Especially instant noodles. Will spend half an hour trying to pack some to take back

Fascinated by the concept of typing

You hit a button to make the next letter appear instead of writing it? But MC, this means that everything he wants to communicate through text could be easily readable. Imagine!

Freaks out a bit when you try to take him in a car. He's surprisingly comfortable in a metro, though, so you'll have to do with public transportation and bicycles

Oh yeah, he loves bicycles. He only crashed into three trees, a wall, and a stranger's parked car before getting the hang of it

He's convinced that earbuds don't actually play music, they just trick your brain into thinking that you can hear it

Almost exploded when you gave him coldbrew coffee

Asra

They know instantly that they're in a different version of reality. Sure, they've never traveled through time, but they've traveled through plenty of other dimensions

He's the least ruffled, and unfortunately, the least impressed. Don't get him wrong, this looks super cool, but this isn't any more otherworldly to him than the otherworldly places he's already been

Wants to go on a food tour immediately. Not the nice stuff though

No, they want the questionable food. The is-this-going-to-make-me-regret-existing food. The food that, if it was shown in an anime, would be pixelated and have threatening auras around it

So chill about what you tell him to do it's almost concerning

"Here Asra, climb into this four-wheeled hunk of metal that can travel over 100 miles an hour and hold yourself in with a single fabric strap while I pilot this through hundreds of other things just like it, driven by people we don't know and can't predict."

"Cool. Where do I put Faust?"

Don't tell them about edibles unless you want them to spend their day hunting some down and absolutely going to town on them

You swear you saw his hair stand on end the first time he tried popping candy

When you took them to get their radioactive meal (a.k.a. the closest fast food chain with the fewest ethical violations) they insisted on picking up one of every sauce packet to try them all

... and when he saw a nine-year-old mixing two different fountain drinks, he of course grabbed the largest cup available and went down the line so he could taste all of them at once too

You've never seen them this jittery and sugar high, so of course the next place to go is a trampoline park, with the bright lights and loud music and bodies hurtling through the air

He should not be getting the amount of air time that he does

Has a meltdown over modern fluffy blankets. They're so soft

Nadia

Gobsmacked. As in, she's a highly intelligent woman, and therefore able to really wrap her head around what she's seeing

The future!! She's in the future, Arcana help her

But she's got you and she adores you and she knows she can trust you so she's going to be okay. That said, start explaining. Now.

First things first: how's the infrastructure? She can't see any canals or aqueducts. Or fireplaces or lanterns, for that matter, what do you do for light? And cooking? (Cooking uses fire, right?)

Literally cannot walk past anything new without stopping to try to figure out how it works and if there's a way to recreate it herself

Bicycles on a rack? She's spinning the pedal and trying to figure out the balancing dynamics of two-wheeled movement

Almost lost it when she found out that it was possible to lift the hood of a car and look at the engine inside that makes it go. You decided to take her on public transportation instead

Which turned into all kinds of excited brainstorming about public carriages, and gondolas built for 20 people ferrying people along the aqueducts, and new and terrifying uses for the catacombs

Wasn't very impressed with the fashion she saw

She knows what good quality cloth looks like. This is a women who grew up in silks and fine linens, polyester does not impress her

Except for the stretchiness. She does like that

The perfume counter, on the other hand, takes up a good hour and a half of her time. She's smelled plenty of fine scents before, but she's never been in a shop where she could sniff so many at a time

This one smells like Prakra. This one smells like Vesuvia. This one smells like the beach. This one smells like the woods. This one ...

Yeah, it was an excellent opportunity to take a nap, if you're the napping sort. You wake up to her testing perfumes on you because she ran out of space on herself

Gets so frustrated when you explain your government setup to her

Muriel

Oh no, please be very gentle with him

He likes to live in the woods because it is peaceful and quiet and it's one place he doesn't stand out in

He stands out in this place very, very much and he doesn't like it

Refuses to leave the room he appeared in until his appearance is as unremarkable as possible (which is not easy to do, by the way, the man is a mountain. modern clothes in his size are hard to find)

Does not want to go in the car. It's way too fast and it makes him seasick when he closes his eyes to shut it out

Buses are somehow easiest - they feel the least claustrophobic when they're not crowded and it's rude to stare on them

You two end up going to a natural history museum in the middle of a weekday when hardly anybody is there, and he lights up

There are so many animals, and there are enough other people in the world who find those animals interesting that they gathered so much knowledge people had to make a building to hold it all

Has never heard evolutionary theory before and is fascinated by it

Once he starts talking, it's hard for him to stop

He's not being loud at all - you can only hear him so clearly because you two are holding hands so he can't lose you - but he's being quietly submerged in his own special interest and he loves it

He just wishes there weren't so many skeletons. But he's glad the species they belonged to aren't forgotten this way

Long story short, Muriel's inner Nerd is unleashed and he goes hoarse from the amount of murmuring he does all day

Does not like getting food in public. Does not like eating food in public. Does not like being publicly perceived. As soon as it gets into afternoon and it gets busy, he wants to go home

Which is where you show him what the internet is and he's in awe

People can work from home? People can make friends without leaving their house?? People can talk without being seen???

Portia

Spends five minutes hopping in place and squealing into her clothes to let out her nerves and excitement before you can decide what to do

Then insists on taking half an hour to hear you describe every single fun or interesting thing to do so she can make a list

Yes, she's determined to hit every single one in one day

First things first: food. Take her to a cafe and watch her sigh over all the baked goods and sugar-loaded caffeine beverages

Then (if there is one nearby) a mall, so she can see all the stuff that people buy so they can have the lifestyle they do. You have to drag her out of both Bath & Body Words and Bed, Bath, & Beyond

Please, it's full of fluffy fuzzy things and good smelling mystery goo, she wants to live in it also what do you mean "no stopping at the pet store", what even is a "pet store" -

Oh. OH -

You will have to physically pull her away before she adopts all the kittens. She does cry about it later, just a for a bit, they're so cute

Next is a library and cafe, of course, because she lives for books

This place is way bigger than the Palace library! The one in the Palace is just a large room, this is a whole building!! And people get to come here, whenever they want, just to read, for free?! What?!

You had to remind her about the "no loud noises in the library" rule several times. She's doing her best, she's just passionate

Completely demolishes her first chocolate croissant

Goes feral at the amusement park she has you take her to afterwards. This woman is an adrenaline fiend. You're cursing the pop up add for it by the fourth consecutive free fall ride

The only way to get her to leave is to tell her that one of her favorite stories was turned into a movie and that you'd have to go home to watch it. Don't take her to Target to get snacks. She'll disappear

Flicks the lightswitch 30 times in a row because she can

Lucio

He's immediately panicking. Not because he's in the future, no, but because of what it's done to his arm

It's changed. It's not running on magic any more. The only way to resolve his design is for it to be some kind of high-tech electrical prosthetic that even modern scientists would have difficulty with

Once he's adjusted to using it, you're good to go

Lights up like a firework the first time he rides in a car

MC. MC how fast does it go. MC that's a very high number. MC, he wants to drive. Please. Please! Pleeeaaaassssseeee

DO NOT LET HIM DRIVE.

Makes you pull over after seeing ads for Sephora because he's convinced that he could pull off that eye makeup even better

Tries every single makeup sampler and then gets offended when one of the poor employees suggests an anti-aging cream

Him? Aged?? How dare they - oh wait that really does brighten his eyes. He'll take ten, please, they're so small, they can't cost much -

You'll have to pull him out before he sees you use a credit card, because once he does he's going to keep asking to use it and you're not sure he understands why maxing it out is a bad thing

His arm does run out of battery at one point, which does cause some panic. All of a sudden he's stuck with a limp hunk of metal swinging from his shoulder, it's not ideal

You're able to find the retractable charging cable on the side and plug him in, but then he's stuck sitting in the same spot for two hours and a bored Lucio is a dangerous Lucio

There is a solution to this, of course. You can give him an iPad with games on it. He won't move a muscle after that

The caveat is that he will turn into an iPad kid and get glued to every single screen he sees afterwards. You don't know how to fix it

Falls in love with vending machines and tries Cheetos because the leopard on them looks cool. Develops an artificial cheese addiction

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana shitpost #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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bowieandqueen11 · 8 months

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Luis Sera Having A Crush On You Would Include...

Request: I don't have anything specific to request but I totally 100% would die for some spicy Luis headcanons!!!

Ngl I would climb this man like a tree so I kind of expanded this into some cute and spicy ones as well, I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing these! ;)

This takes quite a long time to write, so if you enjoy, please leave a comment/ reblog, it really helps me!!

Warning: some spicy headcanons, some sexual allusions, mentions of guns, mentions of injury and blood, mentions of smoking, some light swearing!

(I do not own Resident Evil or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @stdismas.)

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When you radioed Hunnigan to let her know you may drop off the map because you had been tied up, you had no idea that the words would become so literal.

Groggily waking up to a firm back pressed against your own and rapid unintelligible Spanish babbling in your ear wasn't what you first expected when you and Leon had touched down in Valdelobos for the mission, but after the morning you've had you're little surprised. As you feel around your wrists to try and find out if you've been bound or chained to the ceiling of this quaint little sub-room, you're pleasantly surprised that said annoyed person behind you hasn't thrown an axe at you yet. It was only when you pulled at steel chain and the man suddenly stopped talking with a 'woAH' to come flying into your face that events started to become a little more unusual.

'Good morning sleeping beauty, ha!' You finally have full view of the man whose swinging before you, the toes of his dusty boots barely touching the ground and the firm chest held behind his tight leather jacket swaying uneasily against your own. Whiskey coloured curls hide inquisitive eyes, and as soon as he realises you're conscious he abandons whatever futile attempts he was trying in tugging off his cuffs to instead grin fully at you. 'Can I give you a kiss now, and you'll turn me into a prince?' He wiggles his eyebrows at you, wetting his bottom lip with the edge of his tongue as his body bounces against you again.

You yank at the chain, doing your best to keep your face professional as the wheels bounce over the beam and the man comes knocking into your face, held up only by your upper arm strength and a leg you wrap courteously around his quads to keep him balanced. 'You're mixing up your fairy tales. You telling me you're a frog?' You let him drop to the ground with an unceremonious thud as you break free, and Luis has to pretend, with his ass handed to him on the cobbled floor, that as you walk past him he didn't enjoy every single second of that.

When you finally find Leon desperately sifting through your stolen belongings in the next room over, the relief immediately floods his eyes as he pulls you into a tight hug. When he sees Luis following you like a puppy from over your shoulder, though, you can hear him sigh against your shoulder. Said shoulder which soon had Luis' hand firmly pressed against it.

'He won't stop touching my shoulder', you groan to Leon.

'I know. He does that', he replies with a tighter squeeze.

Luis was incredibly good at making your next meeting seem like just happenstance.

It wasn't as if he had scoped you out for miles down the rocky tracks, his heart hammering in times to the bells that rang out from his old church. It wasn't as if he had 'borrowed' a pair of binoculars from his new found friend Ada, and had watched you bring down Del Lago with an embarrassingly loud cheer and punch of the air. It wasn't as if he had been sitting leisurely behind this boat house playing with his lighter for half an hour, brain torn between getting back to his lab, and his heart's plea to see you again.

You're less than astonished when the man jumps out at you with his arms out at his sight, immediately cocky when he spots your magnum raised up towards his face. 'Now now, my princess. If you shoot me now, then how will we ever transform this magical kingdom, ey?' You're even less surprised when he wraps an arm around your shoulder, murmuring into your ear about how he's going to be like some knight in shining armour as you holster your gun and let him lead you further off into the wilderness of the village.

He's constantly asking you questions, though, when the two of you brave a stop to take stock of your ammo reserves and to charter the maps Hunnigan sent over to you. Luis just perches next to you on a free boulder, gently rubbing his pointer finger and thumb over his jawline, and watching you with something akin to enthrallment rising through his weary face. Although he tries to make them sound flirty, you can see the seriousness in his usual light-hearted expressions, beginning to become aware of his subtleties: in the way his eyes crinkle for a moment when the words leave his lip, or the give away of his leather shifting as his fingers clench where they're crossed underneath his armpits.

You shake it off as you answer him honestly, not realising that this is the first time since he was a child that anyone had ever talked to him as him. Not as a runaway. Not as a profit. Not as a monster. Not as a threat. Not as a joke. Just as... Luis. Something tight clenched in his heart, and as he nodded along to your answer, he found himself beginning to flush at how nice it felt.

It becomes a running joke between the two of you that whenever a villager tries to hit you with a lit torch, he asks if you 'have a light?'

Speaking of, when the two of you end up by one of the rundown boathouses littering the lake side, he leans his leg back against one of the boards to light a smoke. With a confused tilt of his head, his eyes suddenly widen when you stop his hand from playing with his lighter, stealing the cigarette out of his mouth. Instead, you cup your hands around the knuckles of his larger ones and lower your head down to light the end of the cigarette.

He fidgets, a knowing look on his face as he tries to hide how turned on he's become, how incredibly tight his jeans suddenly seem to feel when you let go and take a drag. Before he can reach for your lips to steal it back, though, you throw the cigarette into the lake with a wink, leaving him feeling only all the more turned on.

But Luis is also incredibly protective of you!! When you're being surrounded by hordes of angry plagas villagers in a derelict cabin, the man is constantly jumping in your way with all guns ablazing. It starts to frustrate you how, without any formal training or without any bloody protective gear he keeps shielding you from pitchforks with only his pecs to protect him. He just laughs, pulling you behind him and throwing off your aim as he holds a shard of broken bookcase out in front of him like a lance. Whenever you climb the stairs to kick down some of the ladders on the second floor, Luis is hot on your heels like your own personal talkative shadow. Thankfully though, while you were busy trying to lift the bed and shove it back against the shards of a newly broken window, Luis was there to notice a villager's head splat open and tentacles sprout out of it right behind your back. With a cry, he pounces himself at them, narrowly avoiding you getting a lash to the face as he uses his weight to knock them off the balcony.

You repay him by sliding your leg forward and managing, just in time, to stop his arms waving and his staggering legs from falling over the edge as well by grabbing the collar of his jacket and hauling him back onto you.

'See senorita?', he asks between pants, the two of you collapsed down onto the floor with Luis lying between your legs. He lets his head leisurely loll down onto the joint at the top of your thigh, letting his open palm fall over your knee. 'Nothing to it!' You roll your eyes, but even he notices the relief flood through your uneasy body when he uses his free hand to reach up and touch your face. At first you jump, not expecting the warm buzzing feeling of his fingertips holding your chin, but you slowly relax as he tilts your head back and forth. There's an intensity in his eyes that you haven't seem from him before, as he swipes a bead of blood away from the cut on your lower lip without a second thought. A kind of fury, but also... a hint of guilt racking through his head as he makes sure you're alright.

You can bet your ass though that as soon as you heft him back up onto his feet, he refuses to go out the door. Instead, he hops up on top an antique wine barrel, and pouts his lips at you. He whines like a kicked puppy until you agree to fix up his wounds now, and to kiss them all better.

'Absolutely not', you say through a smile, coming to stand in between his legs. He goes uncharacteristically still when you reach up to cradle his face, an almost imperceptible huff of air hitching through his nostrils when you tilt his cheek further into your palm. He rests his head heavily, the corner of his lips twitching up as he rubs his stubble against your skin and tickles you. 'Cut it out or I'll be sewing your eyelid to your ass', you warn him, pointing a needle you managed to worm out of your side pack at his nose. He just smiles, watching you work as if you were made of pure starlight itself. As you finish off by crushing up some green herb, you can feel his thick thighs begin to move tighter against your legs, effectively trapping you against his hip.

'I-I'm going to need you to open your mouth', you state, trying your damn best to not give Luis the satisfaction of hearing your voice go hoarse.

'If that's what you've wanted me to do, mi amorcito, all you had to do was ask.' Although he cocks his head at you, he can't help but drop his eyes, desire burning through every electric inch of his body as he drops his bottom lip open. It feels like an eternity as you gingerly press the stalks of herb down onto the point of his tongue, not helped by the way Luis' irises are trained solely onto your own for every second. You don't mean to, but your pointer finger brushes against the plumpness of his lip as you pull away, and you turn your head away with a furious blush when Luis swipes at the spot, leaving a wet trail against it.

You turn to pack up and leave, but he suddenly stands up and grabs onto your arm tightly. He leans sideways until he's almost over you, his brow furrowed as he searches your eyes for an answer he's terrified to find. 'Hey, I won't leave you here, you know? I promise, I'm not going to leave again.'

'Why are you doing this?', you ask tensely. 'Why are you following me?'

He swallows thickly, weighing up whether to confess his truth to you or not. After a moment, he sighs, too afraid at what you might do. 'You are a guest! It would be rude not to take you on a tour of all the hotspots in the village.' Although you roll your eyes, you can't help the way you start to smile at his cheesiness. He begins chuckling too, but you don't notice the way the tips of his ears burn with a crimson flush as he spins his pistol and places it back into his holster, looking up at the ceiling uncertainly.

When it starts raining, he immediately offers you his jacket, quick to unzip it and place it over your head. That is, until you elbow him in the ribs once he asks for 'some of your clothing in return, of course ;)'.

Since you've grown to warily trust the man, you believe him when he leads you into a dank smelling cavern underneath some of the huts, telling you that he miraculously knows of a way to move underneath the monsters undetected. Which is how you found yourself climbing up a well in a densely shrouded area by an incredibly sticking looking altar, running away from a man wielding a chainsaw, and sitting on a very content looking Luis shoulders as you clambered into the musty attic of what used to be the village chief's manor. Flicking your torch through the gloom, you were surprised to step on a cracked frame. Picking it up, you were even more surprised when you ran your thumb over the grime to clear the image of a young boy sitting next to his grandfather. A young boy, who even at that age had such strikingly distinctive... familiar characteristics. A young boy who, as you placed the photo down on a cabinet and began to flick through the pages of a withered journal lying next to it, had been through such grief and horror that you were amazed he was so nonchalantly peering through the rafters next to it.

No, no. That wasn't it. He was good, you had to give him that. He must have spent a long time projecting this image. Perfecting this façade. Wrapping himself up so tightly in his fairy tales of knights and princesses and magical lands, that he almost believed it himself. Almost. But it seemed almost innate with you: the ability to notice his giveaways. To notice the real him. The way his shoulders were slightly hunched, as if guarding himself from bad memories: the way his eyes flitted just ever so minutely around the room, as if a cold grip of fear was squeezing at his lungs: the way, that in all the time you had been standing there watching him, he had noticed the photograph and now refused to look your way.

'You-', you start, not entirely sure what to say. 'This is you? You're from this village? You, you-'

He looks so desolate, so horrifyingly sad as he deflates onto the edge of a desk that you can't even finish the sentence, let alone get to the accusations of his work with Umbrella. Instead, your eyes sweep over the last page of the diary, feeling your heart breaking at the loneliness and confusion this poor man must have felt for so long.

'You were trying to help', you finally murmur out through clenched teeth. 'You are trying to help', you soften, turning your body to face him with furrowed eyebrows. 'That's why you're following me.'

'I might have been', he shrugs, but even that motion seems to take all the energy out of him. He feels different now, more clear, more truthful as he folds his hands out in front of his lap. 'Maybe, at the start. But it's not just that. I'm a selfish man, senorita. Look!'

He throws an arm out towards the window with a faux smile, pointing an accusatory finger at the lingering hoards of torch wielding villagers that are stumbling through the fallen cast iron gates. 'See how well I did at saving them! No, no.' He rubs the bridge of his nose, before glancing crestfallen at the picture frame behind your arm. 'I'm no hero. I'm selfish. I decided a long while ago, mi amor, that I enjoyed your company far too much. If I can't save my village, I'm going to be selfish enough to save you.'

His eyes drop, and his nose sniffs, and you do the only thing your mind can piece together at that moment. You walk forward, and with a tentative face you wrap your arms around his torso and hug him. It takes him a moment to realise that you're not rightfully furious with him, before he lets his head droop down into the curve of your shoulder. You don't say a word when you feel his arms shake, sliding around your ribcage until his hands are clenched fists in the back of your shirt. He's so tall he's almost smothering you, but you don't care a jot. Instead, you just stay a moment in your perfect isolation, allowing the man in front of you the comfort and vulnerability to break.

You thought that was as bad as you would ever see him, but this man gets SERIOUSLY worried when he realises that you've been infected with las plagas too?? He curses himself with an incredibly frantic and incredibly rude string of Spanish curse words, realising it must have been around the same time Leon was infected, and you've been struggling with the pain of it alone this whole time. He goes into Serious Scientist Mode and does his best not to freak out when, in a flash, you've gone from idle chatting to flashing a boot knife at his throat. His adams apple bobs against the serrated edge of the blade as he slowly reaches his hand out to reassuringly squeeze your shoulder once again.

'It's alright, you do what you have to do. I told you, I'm not leaving you again, si?'

Your face crumbles in agonising pain as the black tendrils begin to flood away from your eyes to be replaced by blinking tears, mustering the strength to fling the knife until it sticks firmly into frame of a painting. You fall to the floor, writhing in pain, and it takes all of Luis' strength not to cry out as he falls down beside you like there are firecrackers nipping at his heels. He legit carries you bridle style out the door and onto one of those velvet cushioned chairs in the castle's corridor. He stoops down next to you, and you finally come around to his warm thumb rubbing just under your bottom lash line as he checks the white of your eyes for any lingering signs of infection.

His fingers are incredibly gentle as he unfurls your other intertwined hand to check the pulse on your wrist. The wrinkles on his forehead are so shoved together that he almost looks like he's folded in on himself, and you can barely make out the slight shake of his fingertips as he steadily counts with bated breath. He lets out a whistle of relief through his front teeth once he's reassured, falling backwards onto the gilded frame of the staircase's banister and stretching his legs out in front of him in blissful solace.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you whisper a pained 'hey handsome', gripping your side and stretching out your neck as you sit up fully. He doesn't even speak, his eyes wide and terrified as he flies forward and pulls you into a desperate hug, so tight against his chest you feel like you might pop if his biceps pulse any more. He seems almost sheepish when he pulls back, until you pull him down by the lapel of his jacket to kiss his cheek and whisper a 'thanks for not leaving me' into the shell of his ear. Like a lightning strike, like life breathed back into his lungs, he's grinning like his old self. The lovestruck dope. You really have wrapped around your pinkie finger.

Him screaming WHEEE and climbing onto your head the whole time you're in the cart mine lmao.

When you guys reach the garden maze, he just can't keep his feelings in any longer. He doesn't quite know if it was you nearly being mauled by the dogs that reminded him of his grandfather, and all he's lost, or if it's just the thought of him not getting you to his lab in time that makes all the frustration and love and pure adrenaline fear slam against his ribs. Before you can even wipe the blood off your forehead, peering around the next corner to see if you can catch sight of an end to these stupid ass hedges, Luis struts forward and cages you in his arms. He's kissing you so fervently, effectively pinning you between his groin, lower legs, and the bristles of the bush behind you that you nearly fall through with the intensity of it.

This man is definitely the type to nearly knock you on your ass though tbf because he's thrusting up against you, so desperate for you.

Smug bastard is smirking the whole time, until he feels your nails scratch lightly against the stubble by the pulse point on his neck. He winces, closing his eyes and turning his head towards the empty air at your side that you think you've hurt him, until the bastard starts groaning.

Without even realising it, Luis has shoved you down onto the grass, breaking your fall by landing you on top of his arm. He crawls between you like a ravenous tiger until he's hovering over your face. He bites at the side of your neck, leaving a few wet marks as his tongue eagerly glides across your skin as your hand desperately reaches up onto the stone side of the fountain. Your chest rises and falls in quick succession as the man leaning his weight eagerly on your stomach ravishes you, only for your grasping hand to be met with his own heavily landing on top of it, interlinking quickly with your fingers. He growls as he pulls at the bottom of your thighs, raising your lower body further up towards him whilst also pulling your raised legs around the bottom of his back.

His other hand is aflame as it holds tight against the side of your pelvis, effectively holding you in place as he grinds against you, teeth nipping at your top lip as he kisses you like the world might end around him at any moment. His breath pants against your tongue, hand wandering like smooth butter down the sides of your hip, making sure you experience every inch of pleasure that's been pent up over the last few days. Making sure, with each swirl of his tongue against your own, that you finally realise how much he adores every inch of you. Ensuring, as he pulls you down by the hips to rest against the belt buckle of his jeans, that you're safe in the knowledge that he's never felt this in love: this safe, this devoted, so like himself again with anyone else.

Thankfully you're there to look out for each through thick and thin, and even more thankfully you're there to stop him being attacked and grievously wounded by Krauser. He swears, as the two of you finally come running hand in hand into his lab, and he holds onto your fingers with a grip tight and sweaty enough to bend metal, that he's going to make the most of this chance at redemption he's been given. He's going to be your knight in shining armour, for as long as he may live.

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epiclamer · 1 year

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I love touched starved flustered heroes and a steamy spicy Villain... but what about the roles reverse?

Here's a cupcake 🧁

Awww thank you (this ask is so old im sorry—)

Nastily Disrespectful

“So the rumours are true?”

Villain stuttered to a stop in their villainous monologue. Admittedly, they did not care for the rude who couldn’t stop themselves from interrupting, but if it was a trap then they were already caught.

Dragging a palm across their face to pinch the bridge of their nose in annoyance, Villain sighed. “What rumours.”

Hero blinked at them, like they expected Villain to already know what secrets were being thrown behind their back. Then, they grinned, a stupidly attractive sly smirk coming across their lips.

“About how you do this for attention?” The hand pinching their nose became an incredibly helpful shield for the blush that slapped the villain straight in the face. “How you do this for my attention…”

Spluttering, the tomato red villain found themselves interrupting for the first time. “I-I do not.”

The hero only hummed, their previously on-guard stance dropping to a more casual one. “Mmm, all these speeches? The close proximity fighting? Late night heists with barely any preparation?” Hero’s grin only grew larger as with every word the villain grew redder.

Of course, it was the truth. Villain was just ashamed of it.

Ashamed of how they would spend hours writing speeches just to be able to talk to the hero. Ashamed about their up-close and personal fighting techniques that they had learned just to feel the hero’s touch. Ashamed with their constant baiting and bantering just to lure the hero into flirting with them. And most of all, ashamed of the midnight crimes they conjured on little to zero notice, because they couldn’t sleep when they hadn’t talked to the hero at least once.

But everywhere the hero touched felt like fire on the villain’s skin. It was perfect. It was addictive.

In the blink of an eye, the crime-stopper was in front of the criminal. Wrapping their arms around the other’s shoulders and pulling them close in something that almost resembled an embrace. Breath hot, yet their lips never touched.

Villain felt like they were going to combust on the spot. If the burning blush didn’t give them a heart attack first, they were sure that any closer and the hero would be delivering it themselves.

“Why’s that, hm? Do you need me, Villain?”

The rooftop felt much too public for this level of intimacy. Especially between enemies.

The cold wind creating a powerful contrast against the heat of Villains skin. It never seemed to actually cool them down, though, only Hero had control over their temperature at the moment. Their lips leaning in as they made their way to the villain’s neck, did not help the poor criminal’s case.

Hero didn’t seem to mind.

They also didn’t seem even slightly affected by the fact that they were kissing their enemy’s neck. Whereas the villain was a complete wreck. Mind running at 100 miles per hour and body redder than a beet, they wished they could say something, they willed their mouth to move, but in the moment of it all, they couldn’t. Their brain simply pulled a complete blank.

The pause to kiss the villain’s neck was meant for them to answer and Hero couldn’t help but chuckle at their inability. “I know you think about this, I know you wish for it on every shooting star and birthday candle…”

Hero bit down warningly just above their collarbone. “You’re not slick.”

Villain gasped hands coming up to the hero’s back as they grabbed for a hold. Still not having come down from the pure euphoria invading their mind. Their fingers twisting in the fabric of their enemy’s suit as they tried to stay focused on the words sitting upon their limp tongue.

“F-Fuck—”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Removing themselves from the villain’s neck to make eye contact with their prey. Their eyes were foggy with lust and half-lidded in ecstasy, while Villains were blown to saucers in frantic need.

So different, yet right now they were together and they were one.

The hero—if at all possible—tugged the villain even closer, murmuring while their lips were grazing with every word. “Don’t worry, sweet. I have all night to drag those pretty noises out of you~”

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Okay, so I've been surfing tumblr and seeing all these headcanons and various other little things about the Sullies as children and it got my brain going so thanks a lot to every last person who has aided in giving me Avatar brainrot. Anyways, I've built this whole thing up in my head that goes from the time Neytiri & Ronal get pregnant to who the fuck knows, so starting with the eldest lets begin (just the Sullys as babies, if you enjoy putting your own thoughts in this one then I'll get to Ronal and Tonowari's kids and more lol).

Neteyam

He was a total and complete accident 100%

Jake and Neytiri were a very quick-burn romantically and got married a little over a year after they officially began dating, they were only married for like 12 seconds when surprise! Positive pregnancy test, babe.

Jake spends a good thirty minutes fully committed to the idea that Neytiri is just fucking with him. She is not.

He spends another thirty minutes wrapping his head around the fact that he's going to be a dad.

He wants so badly to talk to Tommy about it but god damnit he can't.

He's for sure the more cautious one during the pregnancy, of that I have no doubt. Neytiri will want to do some random shit like go horseback riding with Tsu'tey (this man will always live on in my heart okay let me be happy) and Jake will practically faint at the thought alone.

Eventually Neytiri will start pretending to want to do #risky shit solely for the amusement Jake's reactions bring her with zero intentions of actually following through. Nobody is sure if Jake ever ended up catching on or not.

I'm 100% convinced that Neytiri would be into all of the traditional pregnancy milestones/events and fucking live for each and every one of them regardless of Jake's thoughts because it's their baby, Jake, and don't you want to see if a necklace will actually predict the gender of him/her? (It very much did not, Neteyam wound up being a boy. Stupid necklace.)

Grandma Mo'at is your trademark superstitious/nature-inclined grandparent and I have zero doubts that Neytiri has inherited some of that. I feel like it would flare up during her first pregnancy but only, like, low-key. Do with this information what you will.

Jake has no idea what to do or buy or anything but boy does he try. (When he fails he fails hard but when he gets it right he gets it right *that cute little dinosaur mobile is just so adorable!*)

Neteyam is by far Neytiri's easiest pregnancy. She doesn't really get any morning sickness and feels pretty fine in general throughout the whole thing.

She does wind up craving a ton of different fruits though (blueberries and honeydew melon mainly, but also strawberries, watermelon, blackberries, and pretty much any other melon under the sun. Oh, there was also that one time she refused to eat anything but pomegranates for like one solid afternoon).

Neteyam is a summer baby and nobody can convince me otherwise. August, to be exact.

I imagine that, while her pregnancy was breezy, Neteyam's actual birth sucked ass.

Jake almost passes out but luckily war prepared him for the horrors he witnessed in that delivery room.

Neteyam was actually pretty quiet after his birth. Once they got him all wrapped up he was chill.

Jake was the first one to hold him since Neytiri was exhausted beyond understanding, but Jake sat really close to her and she pretty much demanded to hold their son after like 5 minutes and the nurses were all like: ma'am, you're about to pass out???

As long as one of six songs is playing everything is chill: Edith Whisker's Home, Stephan Sanchez's See the Light, Sea Wolf's The Violet Hour, The Family Crest's She Knows My Name, Mills' Born N' Raised, or Black Match's Nowhere. If one of these songs is playing, Neteyam is an angel. The moment the music stops, though? I'd hate to be anyone within a ten mile radius because that baby's got pipes.

I feel like Neteyam is actually a big daddy's boy during this time period. He's all giggly and happy around everyone, but it becomes clear around three months in that dad is indeed the favorite. And it makes sense. Jake is who he's around the majority of his day (I'm fully committed to stay-at-home dad Jake Sully). Neytiri likes to tease him, saying if she was at home more it would be no contest. Secretly, though, she's happy he's bonding so much with their baby. He needs some light in his life.

Jake is completely restless inside but at the same time has no idea what he can and cannot do with a baby (plus there's the whole "music needs to be playing" thing) so he resorts to long car rides regularly with Neteyam's coveted songs playing on repeat.

Neteyam isn't a picky eater per se, but he is very particular---oh who the fuck am I kidding this kid refuses to eat anything but banana baby food voluntarily good luck with that Jake. Eventually Jake manages to weasel in plum baby food too (sticking to the fruit theme I see) but that is it. (I just picture this man in tears trying to get Neteyam to try some peas or a chocolate bar or "something, Neteyam, anything".)

Spider

Spider enters the scene a little before Kiri is born, I like to think. He's already around a year and a half when he's plopped into Norm's lap as a temporary placement while they scramble to find him a more permanent home.

It starts out with Jake agreeing to watch the little guy while Norm does science-y stuff, but quickly Jake finds himself getting attached. Spider is just such a sweet, lively baby who's curious about everything around him, especially Neteyam.

Like seriously, baby Spider is full-on fascinated with his siblings, starting of course with Neteyam. Whenever he sees the boy, he'll squeal excitedly and make hand gestures as if to say "bring him closer!" and it's just the most adorable thing Jake has ever seen.

Wherever Neteyam is set down, Spider will make his way to him no matter what is in the way. He can't walk on his own completely yet, but he is very good at walking by holding on to furniture and other such things. As long has he can pull himself up, this dude is getting places.

Jake learns very quickly to either 1) watch Spider like a hawk at all times or 2) but Neteyam close by and let his charming baby work his magic in getting Spider's full attention.

Spider isn't picky (something that relieves Jake greatly) and will eat pretty much whatever Jake hands him, though Jake quickly learns that yogurt is his favorite.

Spider has a strange fascination with fairy lights, too. He gets a kick out of when they change color and it provides hours of entertainment as long as Neteyam is near as well, allowing Jake to get various things done with little concern. Spider especially likes it when the lights turn red and he always turns to babble nonsense at Jake when they do, most notably being "no no no!" but in, like, a happy way? Jake isn't sure if Spider understands the true meaning of the word yet, which actually concerns him for a little until Spider makes it very clear one day that he is not fond of baths with many no no no's.

Eventually Neytiri can't help but become fond of Spider as well. It starts when Norm needs someone to watch him on a Sunday but Jake can't because Sunday is the day he and Neytiri decided would be his break day, a time away from the kids and house to just relax, so he's at the beach. She reluctantly agrees to take Spider as a favor to Norm, seeing how desperate the man is and also not wanting to interrupt Jake's relaxing day out.

It doesn't get off to a great start. Spider seems perplexed when he realizes that Jake isn't at the house due to the fact that at this point he's been spending Monday through Friday with Jake and Neteyam (along with some Saturdays), and this is followed swiftly by agitation. He isn't a loud crier like Neteyam, but he might just be worse anyways because Jesus does that kid squirm. He spends the first hour whining and squirming and pushing at Neytiri as if to try and get her to put him down. Neteyam calms him considerably, but he's still fussy and babbling "no!" over and over again, along with the occasional break in pattern to sprinkle in some variety.

Neytiri cracks and texts Jake asking what to do, and when Jake asks if she's tried the fairy lights she realizes she hasn't and gives it a try. Spider's whining ceases instantly, replaced by giggles.

After that it's easier, and Neytiri puts on Cars and makes sure that they're both situated safely before going to the kitchen to grab a smoothie and then comes to sit on the couch. When a little hand comes to rest on her knee she looks down and sees Spider looking up at her curiously.

He then proceeds to reach out and ask "eat?" and how did Neytiri not notice how cute he is with his sunshine curls and cornflower eyes and chubby little cheeks and okay maybe she's beginning to understand why her husband is fond of this child.

(She lets Spider try the smoothie, btw.)

The day Norm has to take Spider to his more permanent foster placement, Jake and Neytiri come with and Jake has like a whole list of dos and don'ts and has brought all of the things Spider likes and is all like "and remember, he's super easy to give a bath to so long as you sing him the tiny turtle song while you put him in the tub. Oh, also he loves yogurt but especially the key-lime pie yogurt. And lemon, too! You know what, he likes citrus in general. Don't forget that his favorite color is red! I packed a pair of red pjs in there, they're his favorite, we got them for him when we went to the mall that one time. Also, so long as you feed him a good time before you put him to bed he should go down just fine, just make sure you don't---" and Neytiri's all like "ma Jake I think they get it," only then she begins her own lecture on how he likes it if you put ice in his apple juice and to never give him chocolate because it makes him hyper and don't bother with baby gates because that shit doesn't work and soon enough they realize that, hey, this might be our baby now.

Kiri

She's born a little before Lo'ak. Definitely a spring baby.

The quietest baby you will ever fucking know. When she was born she was so quiet that the doctors were genuinely worried for a moment that she'd been stillborn.

Spider loves her immediately, to absolutely nobody's surprise. A good portion of Kiri's early days are spent being babbled to by Spider endlessly.

Unlike Neteyam, Kiri is a total mama's girl and gets all grumpy when Neytiri leaves the room unless she's sleeping when Neytiri leaves, then for some reason it's all good like? Jake will never understand. Eventually, however, this becomes a Mo'at thing. Very quickly Mo'at and her become one another's favorites and Mo'at will often find the most absurd reason to come see her.

Neytiri sings to her and takes her out to the backyard to lay on the grass and I swear this baby loves grass more than she loves the warmth of her own home.

Kiri loves carrot and pea baby food, much to Jake's surprise. Sure, Spider isn't a picky eater, but the kid was by no means a lover of vegetables. He'd eat them, but never pick them. And Neteyam? Hell, getting that baby to eat something more than plums and bananas was something he considered a win. So a child who actively eats veggies? Fucking finally.

Very interested in all of the plants around their house. Nothing else to be said. She just sort of looks at them in that weird way that only babies can look at something.

She has this purple blanket that Neytiri made for her herself and she will. not. sleep without it. Ever. She won't cry or anything like that if she doesn't have it, but you best bet that she will not be doing much of anything else either.

Whenever she has it she's asleep like 90% of the time. Jake's kind of confused actually because neither Neteyam nor Spider slept as much as she does.

Over all, Kiri is probably the chillest of the Sullys as a baby. Not very demanding, not very easy to upset, and doesn't make things difficult most days.

Lo'ak

Neytiri's hardest pregnancy for sure. She was puking, sick, huge, and could hardly keep anything down at all. The only two things Neytiri managed to keep down throughout her whole pregnancy without puking it up at least once was orange juice (extra pulpy) and Domino's barbeque pizza, and you best bet that got old quick.

Thankfully, the birth went smoothly. He was for sure born in early, early summer---like the time when it's still cooler and sort of rainy but also sunny at the same time.

I don't want to go so far as to say that Lo'ak was a demon-baby, but this child definitely gave Jake a run for his money. One minute he likes something and wants it, the next minute how dare you even so much as think about trying to feed that poison to him. One minute he loves being held, the next minute he's screaming and tears are falling and he hates you. With Jake he was like this all of the time. With Neytiri he was better, but still fussy.

I'm convinced that him and Neteyam were, like, so close when they were little and the only person that Lo'ak was an absolute angel to was in fact little one-year-old Neteyam. Whenever Neteyam was around he would smile and giggle and try to get closer. I swear, even as a baby Neteyam's charm was unparalleled.

Lo'ak has this binky that he had with him almost 24/7. Without it he was even more. . . er, challenging, than usual. And teething hit him hard as well. The amount of teething toys and biscuits this poor family had to go through, I swear.

Lo'ak, unlike the others, did not take to solids very well at first. The struggle to get this child to eat something, anything, that wasn't breast milk was so real you don't even know. Jake just let Neytiri take care of this one, it was clear he wasn't going to get anywhere. How she managed to get him to eat, Jake will never know (it was cinnamon applesauce, she coerced him with cinnamon applesauce).

Lo'ak had this particularly fun phase where he liked pulling on pretty much anything within reach and this led to him almost getting himself killed multiple times.

Whenever Neteyam cried, Lo'ak cried. Whenever Neteyam laughed, Lo'ak laughed. Sometimes when he was particularly exhausted Jake would do his best to get Neteyam in a good mood because if Neteyam was in a good mood, so was Lo'ak.

Despite how difficult Lo'ak could be, there were these times when he would just cry and cry until Jake picked him up, and then he would just fall asleep while Jake held him. As much as Jake hated to admit it, it felt nice to walk around the house with a sleeping Lo'ak tucked to his chest.

Neytiri would often cook with Lo'ak strapped to her. He was her "little taste-tester".

I'm sorry this got so long my brain knows no bounds I swear I go so overboard sometimes 😭 Tuk isn't in this one because in my head I'm going chronologically btw.

I don't even think there is anything to add, anon. Just know I am crying?? Thank you so much for this genuine gift you have given me.

I LOVEEEE stay at home wheelchair dad Jake Sully he means the entire world to me. Jake being convinced Neytiri was joking about being pregnant??? Obsessed. WANTING TO TALK TO TOMMY?? Dead. FOSTER DAD NORM?? You can't convince me Jake and Norm didn't become friends through the foster system they were both in okay okay. And Norm and Tommy connected over their science shit and Jake was always trying to keep them from getting bullied too hard lol. Norm is a foster parent because he believes in fixing the system through it, Jake is more disillusioned. He was all skeptical of the idea at first, but boy did he get attached to Spider quickly. Neytiri and Jake's Spider speech kills me I'll die real tears. They're like oh shit actually... you can't have him. And the days before they can petition the court about it? So sad. Neteyam is a mess without his buddy. Kiri's vibes are simply flawless, and I love Mo'at making shit up to be there lol. DEMON BABY LO'AK, iconic, please. He tries to die so often. They have to baby proof the baby proofing on the house.

Please anon, this made my week, definitely send more.

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robinsvoid · 2 years

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‧₊˚✩ robin buckley + aftercare!

p. robin buckley x fem!reader

request. aftercare with robin!! makes my heart flutter everytime i think about it ;(( shed probably so nervous. would be running around asking if you want her to get anything for you. snacks, movies, drinks ANYTHING. SHE. WILL. GET. IT. FOR. YOU. but honestly you’d rather just cuddle her!! after you make it clear you dont need anything and just want to spend time with her she would still have her mind racing 100 mph ;(

content warnings. MDNI (18+). mentions of sex, fluff. wrote it like a blurb :> also not proofhreeeeaf

aftercare with robin. yes. please. robin would stare at you, eyes scanning over all of your features and all of your movements. your soft skin slightly glossed with sweat, the way your chest rises up and down as you catch your breath, your body shaking underneath her touch. she had so many things she wanted to tell you, so many things she wanted you to hear. but, right now you looked so… beautiful. she couldn’t help but take a moment to just admire her girl. and she misses the first couple times you called her name out. she would be so distracted, and enchanted by your presence, like she didn’t just eat you out for hours a couple minutes ago. robin blinked. it was so long. she blinked again, this time pulling away and sitting up for a moment to look at her surroundings. the sun had already set, the street lights outside her window was on, she failed to notice how dim it had gotten already. and you. in her bed. still trying to even out your breathing. shit, shit, shit. she would think. is she okay? was i too rough? did i do it right? is she hungry? does she need anything right now? her mind races even faster than usual, still subconsciously staring at you.

��robin… robin!” the sound of your voice pulls her out of her trance. “can we just—“

“are you okay? did i do okay? are you thirsty? you might be thirsty. i think you’re thirsty. lemme go get some water! i’ll be right back!” robin dashed right out of the room as soon as she pushed herself of you, and maybe tripped over her own converse that she left scattered on the floor and definitely running around her empty house only in her underwear.

you barely had a chance to answer her and even if you wanted to, she was talking too fast for you to even interrupt. so you lay there, staring at the ceiling chuckling to yourself silently as you think about your girlfriend. she was always extra-extra-attentive when it came to the after sex routine. you always tell her that you just want to lay with you after, but she can’t help the fact that her brain runs a hundred miles per minute; always wanting to give you the things you like, keeping you hydrated, giving you a massage (occasionally). she wants to do everything for you, would do anything for you, knowing how spent you were. she just wants to take care of you, practically babies you kinda.

robin comes back with her arms full of snacks, a wet towel, and water bottles like she had just raided her pantry and took everything in it she could hold, and dumps it down near the side of the bed. with the wet towel in her hand, she moves the blanket to clean up the mess you made in between her legs. every time she does this, her heart flutters. and she’s nervous, hands trembling only slightly as she presses the cool fabric to your skin, wondering if she did anything you didn’t like, or if she went too far, or if she, god forbid, hurt you. when she finishes, she stands by you, watching you lay on her bed and lets out a breath. it was almost like she ran a mile and stopped to take a second to breathe. you can’t help but smile at her and robin just melts at the sight.

“i, uh, i put some pizza in the oven. it won’t be done for like twenty minutes, though, and we also didn’t have the snack you like so i had to improvise. luckily we had these. we really need to go grocery shopping. the house is like empty. but the store is like right down the road so i can get on my bike and get whatever you want whenever you want,” robin points to the pile down on the floor, a sheepish smile playing at her lips, before grabbing one of the bottles of water with her shaky hands. “but, first, you should some drink water! one sec, lemme open this.”

“robbie…” you say tenderly, failing to grab her attention for the first few seconds. “robin. slow down for me a little bit, baby? i don’t need anything else, rob, thank you.”

“huh? oh… yeah, yeah. okay.” she scratches the back her neck and smiles at you as you reach over to hold her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. “sorry, i just… get all excited… when i’m with you…”

“i know, baby...” your lips curve into a smile, “come lay with me? please?”

robin stares at you again, wondering how a person as sexy and beautiful and brilliant as you could be asking her such a thing, in her bed. and how can robin buckley ever turn you down when you ask that? “of course, babe.”

she would immediately climb back into bed with you, pulling you close and letting you lay your head on her chest, listening to how fast her heart was beating and you can’t help but swoon. she holds you firmly, keeping you in place as if she was afraid you’d disappear, only to have you snuggle even closer. robin also loves to play with your hair when you’re pressed against her and run her fingertips along your jawline and down your arm and anywhere your skin felt sensitive, because it makes you sleepy. it makes your heart full knowing she still gets nervous and flustered when she’s with you, and how much she wanted to take care of you. robin is so in love; she would do anything for you. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ

note: to the anon who requested this i will b doing them one by one! i hope u see them and will answer the req with links once i’m finished! ty for requesting <3

#rv; robin <3 #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #robin buckley x f!reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x female reader #robin stranger things #blurb #fanfic #stranger things x reader #st x reader #maya hawke #smut

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kawaiijohn · 1 year

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With what happened in Mississippi last night I know I'm gonna see people hit it with "well it's tornado season so we're used to this shit, it's not a big deal!" and "who cares it's a red state lol"

1. Most tornado seasons have small spin up twisters and not monsters so clearly defined on radar they are textbook examples of a supercell, plus most tornado season twisters don't track on the ground for almost 100 miles.

These were night tornadoes, which are the most dangerous kind, and the largest tornado of the night was wide enough to wipe a few towns off the map completely.

2. Mississippi and Alabama are two of the most vulnerable states to tornadoes, and not the kind you see in tornado alley. They get obscured by forests and hills on top of being rain wrapped, making them hard to see. Especially at night.

3. Both states have a large black population, and both states have large amounts of people under the poverty line living in mobile homes or homes without basements. People under the poverty line are more likely to be disabled or not have reliable transportation on top of living in homes not of sound construction.

4. Many of the towns hit were smaller, rural towns. Some don't have good internet or cell service. Some don't even have tornado sirens.

5. Both states are red because of voter suppression and jerrymandering. You should take this into consideration before writing off an entire state's worth of people who are suffering a natural disaster outside of their control.

6. Actually you should never celebrate or be ambivalent to an entire state or population of people suffering from a natural disaster. There's no correlation between natural disasters and how "good" a person or group is. Thinking like this is for jackasses and will rot your brain.

So idk what to tell you but maybe you should fucking care about other people who are hurting and going to be hurting for a long time. Some of these people may have had their lives completely ruined and lost all they had. Some towns may never recover and simply vanish off the map.

There's been over 20 fatalities already and the sun only rose an hour or so ago.

edit: made this post while i was half asleep, and i am going to clarify here;

point 3 is being made as such: don't fucking clown on an entire states worth of people.

the south isn't just white racist hicks or whatever people like to stereotype it as, there's a lot of different people who just happen to live there, including a large population of minorities living in one of the poorest areas of the damn country.

and even if it were just white racist hicks or whatever the fuck, you still shouldn't clown on a state or minimize human suffering

to the person who added "you're saying if the state was all white this wouldn't have happened?" you are a fucking moron taking this post in the worst faith I have ever seen.

natural disasters don't work that way and it would have happened if the conditions were favorable for strong tornadoes anyways, despite location.

my wording wasn't the best due to me having just woken up and being full of emotions i couldn't process, not everyone is good at words and I am sorry if I'm being a jackass here.

But the point stands: DON'T BE A JACKASS ABOUT AN ENTIRE GROUP OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE WHERE THEY ARE FROM.

#dantes vibe corner #irl stuff #weather stuff #severe weather #tornado #non rebloggable bc i forgot to make it so

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nian-7 · 1 year

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Ik ik I said 2-4 business days but I could not stop thinking about this and I knew if I didn’t write it down I would forget, so I’m trying to type this and not wake my parent up lol. SOOOOO GERALD (gepard) WITH READER (s/o) WHO WAS ALSO SENT TO THE FRONTLINES TO FIGHT BUT LIKE ISNT THAT STRONG AND HE LIKES TRIES TO PROTECT THEM 😍🥰

THANKS BESTIE<3

i think this gerald obsession has gone too far!! /lh please enjoy though, eve <3

Gerald Gepard Landau x gn!reader

✧fellow soldier s/o

✧fluffy-ish

-Gepard is the Silvermane Guard Captain and he should treat all his soldiers equally. But he just can't seem to bring himself to station you in any dangerous areas. You always seem to be posted somewhere inside the city walls where nearly nothing happens.

-Sometimes you feel as if you're falling asleep, just standing there all day. Once in a while a child comes up to you to say hello and give you a little thing they had found but nothing much happened. In all honesty, that's where Gepard liked to have you stationed. You didn't have to fight or worry about getting injured.

-He did his best to keep you there until Bronya had ordered you to go to the frontlines along with him. God, the anxiety the poor guy was feeling that whole time.

-Yes, you went through the same training every other soldier did but, you had lagged behind in many parts of it. He had a right to be worried, you know! It always seemed like Gepard was there to protect you whenever you were fighting. How? You probably shouldn't question it. (His brain would be running at a 100 miles an hour trying to figure out a logical answer..)

-Either way, he still tries to treat you the same as the others. He doesn't want you to feel like you're being babied but he also doesn't want to see you get hurt. It's a tough decision so it'll take a bit for him to finally start trusting that you'll be able to take care of yourself outside the walls of Belobog when he's not there to protect you.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#gepard landau x reader #x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #gepard landau #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #gepard x reader

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woodsfae · 6 months

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If you haven't had a hysterectomy, it's hard to even conceptualize how intense the recovery is. My doc says, in impact on the body, it's second only to open heart surgeries and limb amputations! (particularly when the cervix is removed, which mine was)

The weekend before my surgery, I mountain biked 35 miles. I was tired, sure. But fine. As my pain rose over the years, my physical activity didn't really drop. Instead, I just became more and more body-blind as I ignored higher and higher levels of pain to push through.

That isn't an option with recovering from a hysto. After my hysterectomy, my physical restrictions were: no bending/twisting/reaching at all. No lifting more than 10 pounds (I soon revised that down, because lifting even a gallon of milk hurt). I was instructed to spend most of my time in bed. To go for a few walks a day, but to get back into bed after my walks. Whenever I felt pain I was supposed to go lie down again, which meant that I didn't sit up for more than 45 minutes until I was nearly a month post-op. And total pelvic rest. I was supposed to disengage my core and back muscles as much as possible to let all the delicate things that got chopped n sewed together time to heal back up. None of my restrictions were lifted till I was 7 wks post op.

My partner took 100% care of me during this time. He lifted my legs in and out of bed. Laid me down and sat me up whenever I needed to adjust. In the first couple of days, he helped me onto and off the toilet, till I figured out how to get up without using my abs. He lowered me onto the couch and pulled me off. Took care of all the grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning. He kept track of my meds, got up every few hours all night to get me my pain meds until I could sleep through the night without needing a dose. He did this all with such tenderness! Hugs, kisses, and he held me gently whenever I could be comfortably arranged to be held. He brought me coffee in bed every morning and helped me sit up, and fixed my pillows just so. I cannot express how meaningful this was to me. no one has ever taken care of me like this. Not even my own parents.

I have hyper-independence as a trauma response to my neglectful childhood, and in preparation for my surgery, I almost meditated on accepting help and not trying to do things myself. My doctor was very clear that my best outcomes for surgery were to not do anything but rest and go for walks! Partner was an enthusiastic support in that. He would gently chide me if I got myself out of bed or got myself dressed. He never made me feel like taking care of me was an imposition. He told me to have friends over as much as I wanted, but not to arrange a care rotation: he would take care of me.

The experience of being cared for so gently, so lovingly, so intentionally has rewired my brain. It has changed me, and I can't even quantify the hows and whys of it all yet.

There have been many unforeseen impacts of my hysto, but one of the most profound is that I know I am loved, I am loved, I am loved.

#hysterectomy #surgery recovery #endometriosis #chronic illness #woodsfae

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wesperbrekkered · 10 months

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100, wesper because 'i adore you' is the most romantic shit ever and so is wesper

Thanks for the prompt ashes! 😚

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It was 2:30am, when Jesper got the message.

Wyvil

You up?

Unbidden, a small smile tugged on the edges of his lips. Trust Wylan to be unable to sleep at the same time as him.

Jessie

yeah :(

Wyvil

Come into the kitchen if you want, I made some popcorn

Jesper decided not to question why his roommate was making popcorn at nearly three in the morning, but he wasn’t going to complain. Wylan had almost as bad of a sleep schedule as he did, although that was more because Wylan was a chronic over stresser meanwhile Jesper’s brain just wouldn’t shut up. Still, if he got popcorn out of it, he wasn’t going to be the one to question their dynamic.

Jessie

🏃‍♂️

He didn’t bother to throw on a shirt, the clammy summer heat was just about enough to make even the pyjama pants he was wearing too much, but he wasn’t about to go traumatise his roommate.

Especially not the roommate he was hopelessly head over heels for.

Wylan hadn’t turned on any of the lights, but the curtains were open and the busy street lamps outside provided just enough for him to be able to easily make his way around the room. Wylan himself was sat on the scratched counter, cradling a saucepan full of buttery popcorn between his hands.

Jesper grinned, sidling up to him and leaning against the counter beside him, immediately snatching a handful of popcorn. “No bowl?” he asked before throwing his head back and showing the whole lot into his mouth. Wylan wrinkled his nose at Jesper’s antics, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he just shrugged and leaned back against the tiled wall, closing his tired eyes.

Swallowing his mouthful of popcorn, Jesper nudged Wylan gently with a bare shoulder, “any particular reason why you’re still awake?” He asked carefully. They didn’t normally talk about it, on these long nights spent snacking in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. It was just… fact. As much of a fact as the sun rising in the morning. Sometimes, Wylan and Jesper couldn’t sleep, but that was just them, really. This time, however, Jesper was asking more for his own sake, then Wylan’s. His head was running at a hundred miles an hour, his body thrumming with an unnecessary amount of energy, and sitting in silence just wasn’t an option this morning.

He felt a little selfish for asking, but it wasn’t like he would force Wylan to answer.

A small smile quirked the corner of Wylan’s lips, and he popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth, “oh you know,” he said vaguely, glancing over at him, “same shit, different night. You?”

Jesper snorted, “felt that.” He sighed, shoving his hand into the saucepan and scooping up another big handful, “my brain is just…” He gestured vaguely with his empty hand, “a bit all over the place.”

Wylan made an understanding noise, and then lapsed into silence again. The easy orange light from the streets below them caught in the curls of his hair, making them look like they were dipped in molten gold. The stark shadows from the darkened room highlighted his high cheekbones and sharp jawline. He looked effortlessly breathtaking, even in a faded spiderman shirt and plaid shorts, sitting tiredly on an old countertop.

Jesper wasn’t in love, exactly. He’d never even been in love before, not past the platonic meaning of the word. But he didn’t think he was too far away from the idea.

He let the silence linger for as long as he could bear it, painfully aware that Wylan often didn’t like to talk on these kind of mornings. “So,” he said gently, leaving Wylan to finish the rest of the popcorn. His fingers were sticky, and he contemplated lucking them but settled for wiping them on his pants. He was planning on washing them in the morning anyway. Well- later in the morning.

Wylan looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. The space under his eyes was dark and slightly sunken, but Jesper knew his own weren’t much better, so he didn’t judge. “How’s life?” he asked, tapping his fingers on the counter. He wasn’t entirely sure what melody he was reciting, but it was one that had been stuck in his head all day and inexplicably reminded him of Wylan.

Wylan snorted, “not much different from the last time you asked me,” he said with amusement, “which was three hours ago by the way.”

“Ah you never know,” Jesper said easily, testing the waters a little and pressing his shoulder against Wylan’s, “you could have experienced a really good fanfiction that has altered your brain chemistry forever since them.”

A small laugh escaped from Wylan, and Jesper smiled at the knowledge that he had caused it, “there is something very ‘brain chemistry altering’ about listening to my text to speech reading smut in a bored robotic voice,” he said with a tiny laugh, leaving the empty bowl on his other side.

Jesper grinned, tipping his head to the side to look over at him, “you speak like a man with experience,” he noted, smile widening when Wylan’s ruby red flush answered for him. “Next time,” he said in a low voice, and Wylan groaned, “I’ll just record myself reading it out loud.”

“I do not need you reading smut to me!” Wylan said, voice unnaturally high and face so red that Jesper could barely see his freckles anymore. “See you say that, but I just know that you’d love to hear me say co—”

“—stop it!” Wylan practically shrieked, slapping a hand over Jesper’s mouth, and he just couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably. Wylan joined him, dropping his hand and practically wheezing, burying his face into Jesper’s shoulder. “We’re going to wake the neighbours up,” Wylan giggled, and Jesper scoffed, “there’s far worse noises we could be making at this hour sunshine,” he commented.

Their little night time rendezvous’ didn’t normally go this way. There was normally much more eating and shrugging and sitting in companionable silence. Always Jesper would eventually crack and put some headphones on to cut the unbearable silence and sometimes Wylan would steal one of the ear buds and listen with him, fingers tapping out the melody on his own thigh.

And Jesper loved those moments, he treasured them even. But he loved this too, as rare as it was. Overcome with silly giggles like they were twelve years old on their first ever sleepover.

When their laughs inevitably died away, Jesper resumed tapping that tune again, and Wylan kept his head resting on Jesper’s shoulder. “Gold Rush?” Wylan commented, voice muffled and slightly slurred with sleepiness, “the Taylor Swift one.”

“Reminds me of you,” Jesper said immediately, before his tired brain could tell him that was a bad idea. Wylan turned his head, but Jesper could feel him smiling and his own heart doubled it’s speed, pounding so hard he wondered briefly if it would jump right out of his damn chest.

Silence descended over them again, interrupted only by the steady drumming of his fingers against the scratched up counter. Jesper normally couldn’t sit in silences, but he found that he didn’t mind all too much this time. And besides, it wasn’t total silence. There was the soft sound of Wylan’s even breaths, the muffled sounds from the street below, the steady drum from the fridge to his left, his own fingers orchestrating his own concert. He closed his eyes, inhaled, exhaled, and felt a sense of peace wash over him.

The tiredness crept up on him once more, but this time Jesper could feel his mind slowing appropriately, his thoughts turning sluggish and lazy. He turned his head gently to the side, “hey Wy,” he whispered into the easy quiet, “I think I’m going to try head to bed again.”

No answer.

Craning his neck, Jesper peered down at Wylan’s face and then smiled. A small smile, a soft one, reserved just for moments like this.

Wylan was asleep on his shoulder.

He looked so peaceful, with his features relaxed, eyelashes gently curved over his soft cheeks. It struck Jesper suddenly, that he’d never seen Wylan asleep before, and he felt an extra sort of fondness at the idea that Wylan, ever the insomniac, felt easy enough in his presence to fall asleep right in front of him. On top of him even.

Closing his eyes, Jesper pressed a soft, careful kiss to Wylan’s unruly curls, still coated in gold from the hazy lights outside. He savoured the moment briefly, felt something in his chest settle, and then pulled away, glancing blearily at the digital clock sat on top of the microwave.

3:30 AM it said in blinking, green numbers.

Jesper settled back against the counter, shifting his weight on his feet and tipping his head back to knock against the cupboards behind him. In a minute he’d wake Wylan and urge him back to bed before he got a sore neck from sleeping in that angle. In a minute he’d slip back to his own bed, and hope that the calmness he felt now would remain for the rest of the night.

But that was in a minute.

For now, Jesper was going to stay right here, and savour in the unlikely content he felt in the face of such quiet. Him and Wylan were so busy these days, what with college and work and Wylan’s music recitals and Jesper’s daily runs around the park. They rarely ever got to say more then just a passing word to each other, and even though they lived in the same shitty apartment, Jesper missed him.

He wanted to savour in these small, stolen moments for as long as he was allowed to have them.

Jesper carefully wrapped an arm around Wylan’s shoulders, thumb absently rubbing small circles on Wylan’s arm. He looked down at him, at the fury red curls tickling his neck, and felt the fondness in his heart triple in size.

Yeah, he didn’t love him, not yet at least. But he really didn’t think he was all that far off.

“I adore you,” he murmured into the easy stillness, resting his cheek on top of Wylan’s head. For a moment, he hoped that Wylan didn’t hear him, but then his own eyes were drifting shut, and he found it hard to think about much of anything at all.

He'd move them both soon, goodness knows they both needed some honest to god rest.

But—

He'd do it in a minute.

#jesper fahey fanfiction #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #six of crows #wylan x jesper #jesper x wylan #six of crows jesper #wesper #wesper fanfic #wylan #wylan hendriks #ao3 writer #wylan van eck fanfiction #six of crows fanfic #ao3 fanfic #writing prompts #domestic fluff

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Against the odds

Epilogue - Happily Ever After

a/n: Well... This is it. We reached the epilogue of a wonderful story. I hope you like this epilogue. ☺️ I had sooo much fun working and writing with @ladycamillewrites on this fabulous story. It's been an honour, my lovely friend! ❤

And you can be sure, guys... This wasn't the last time I and Camille teamed up. 😁

Word Count: 4,1k

Warnings for the Epilogue: a loooot of fluff, pregnancy, birth (It's a bit graphic), more fluff

I'm no birthing expert, but I tried. ☺️

Masterlist

Belsize Park, London, UK - Four Months Later

"Are you really sure we can still go out to eat in the restaurant, darling?" You nodded, confidently. "Of course, babe! My contractions are still light years apart! Annie said it's okay if I would stay home for a while longer. When my water breaks, then we can start to worry - and I am miles away from that, believe me, Tommy." The Brit bit his lip, still not quite convinced. "Are you really sure? To 100 per cent?" You rolled your eyes, but smiled, and wrapped both your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "Yes, Thomas. To 100 per cent." He placed both his hands on the sides of your very big baby bump, tracing gentle circles in the clothed skin. "I'm just worried, love..." "I know." "But if you say it's okay, then let's go..." A bright smile darted over your face. You had looked forward to this dinner in your favourite restaurant. Since you moved to Tom two months ago, you went there quite a few times. Especially, because they always had, what you craved. "Let's go." You said as well, before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Everything is going to be fine." That was what you said - but only about an hour later, you were disabused…

The main course had been absolutely delicious, just like the soup you had as first course. Now it was finally time to dig into the dessert - and no, you didn't mean Tom this time... You meant the extraordinarily delicious looking Mousse au Chocolate, standing mere inches away from you on the table. Your mouth watered alone at the sight of it, so you quickly reached for the little spoon and digged into the sugary treat. Tom just eyed you from opposite the table with a giggle. But just when you were about to take the first spoonful of the Mousse, you suddenly felt a small gush, causing the spoon in your hand to clatter down on the table. The shocked expression on your face was clearly visible, what triggered the panic inside Tom. "Darling? What's wrong?!" "Um... I uh... I am not sure if I just peed myself or if my water broke..." You explained your panicking boyfriend, smiling uptight. All Tom could do was blinking at you. "I-I beg you pardon?" You let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, um, I-I am not sure if-" You cut off your own sentence with a hiss, as you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, announcing a contraction. "Darling... Was that a-" "Contraction, yes." You said through gritted teeth, breathing through the much worse contraction than the others had been. "I, uh, think it was option B..."

Tom swallowed, still needed a moment to realise what was happening, but once his brain had processed the information, he literally jumped up from the chair, "Shit, baby, we need to get you into the hospital!" and hastily rounded the table, in order to help you stand up. That wasn't an easy task, given the fact that you were nine months pregnant with twins, your water just broke - giving you the uneasy feeling of having peed yourself and having contractions. Thumbs up! Life was great! To your luck, you had Tom, who paid the bill for dinner in lighting speed, before rushing to your side once again. He steadied you, wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you through the not so crowded private area of the restaurant and towards his car - what he had luckily parked right around the corner, so the way for you to walk wasn't that far. Although, walking wasn't quite the right term to describe your movement. It was rather 'stumbling forwards'.

Once you made it safely to the car, Tom helped you inside. "Everything alright, darling?" Your boyfriend asked, oceanic blue eyes filled with worry, but also excitement looking at you. You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, thanks, Tommy." He smiled, "No need to thank me, love. As your boyfriend and father of our little Hiddles, it's my duty to help you." and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Now let's get you to the hospital."

The ride to said hospital was rather uneventful. Sure, your water broke and your contractions intensified, were closer together, but not as close that you were already able to give birth. Tom's hand rested on your knee the whole drive, tracing calming patterns into your clothed skin.

About forty minutes later, you were in the maternity ward on the third floor, in one of the delivery rooms, changed into an ugly hospital gown and checked by the doctors. Everything seemed to be just as it had to be. Although, you weren't dilated enough to push yet, so you had to wait; killing the time your body needed, in order to get yourself ready for the birth.

Now you were steadying yourself against the foot end of the bed, as you breathed through another contraction. Tom stood beside you, suit jacket long thrown aside, rubbing small circles over your back in order to help you through it. "You're doing great, my love." Hearing the encouraging words of your boyfriend, paired with the subsiding pain of the contraction, caused the final realisation of the situation to dawn on you... You were in the hospital. About to give birth to twins. You would be able to hold the baby in your arms you always wanted. Even better... You were not blessed with one, but two babies - who were going to be the perfect mix of you and the man of your dreams. A soft giggle left your lips at your thoughts, much to the Brit's confusion. "Y/N? Are you okay?" You nodded, straightening yourself up and turning around to face Tom. "Given the circumstances, yes. It's just... Tommy, we are going to be parents in a few hours... Can you believe that?" A soft smile crept up his handsome face. "Surreal, isn't it?" "Very." Tom took a step closer, rested both his hands on your big bump and his forehead against yours. "I can't wait to meet them." You smiled, "Me neither." and blinked away a few tears of happiness. "I'm so happy, Tommy." You whispered, closing your eyes. "I'm happy too, darling... And utterly terrified." Another small giggle left your lips. You knew that Tom's anxiety level had gotten higher and higher the closer you got to your due date. Quite normal for a dad-to-be - so Chris told you. "I know, babe, I know... But I guess that's quite normal. I am angsty, too..." You felt Tom nod. "Think so too... Chris told me he was almost 'shitting his pants' as well." You snorted out another laugh at your boyfriend's choice of words, knowing that he just quoted your brother. "Well, in that case I feel reassured."

The next three hours were spent with waiting, breathing through steadily pain increasing contractions, several doctors, nurses and Annie (your midwife) checking in on you and your precious cargo and, of course, calling several members of yours and Tom's family. Tom called his mum and sisters, your parents, Benedict and lastly Chris, while you managed to call Liam and Luke.

"Well, hello there, mate!" Chris' happy voice echoed through Tom's mobile, as he made his way back from getting himself a coffee. A doctor was currently checking in on you and Tom used those few minutes, in which you were in safe hands, to get some caffeine inside his system. Not that he needed it. The adrenaline inside his veins was already running high, but it was late and he desperately wanted something to hydrate himself; and since the cafeteria was closed at this late hour, the coffee vending machine was the place to go. "Chris, hey." "What's up, Tom? Everything alright? How's Y/N?" The Brit decided to not beat about the bush and tell his close friend straight away what was going on. "Well, about that... We're in the hospital since about, um..." He took a quick look on his watch. "Four hours. Y/N's gone into labour." An excited squeal - yes, squeal urged to Tom's ears from the other end of the line. "Ahh, oh my goodness! Elsa?! Sweetheart?!" Tom could hear her voice from a faint distance, calling out for Chris. "Y/N went into labour! The twins are on their way!" Suddenly could hear the dad-to-be his best friend's wife's voice loud and clear. "Oh my, really??!!" "Yes! Tom's on the phone!" "That's so exciting!" Elsa's words were directed to Chris, but then she addressed Tom as well. "Hi Tom!" The blonde brown-haired man chuckled at his friend's and family's clearly audible excitement. "Hey Elsa." "How's Y/N doing? Are the twins okay? She isn't already able to push, is she?!" Elsa immediately bombarded him with questions. "Given the circumstances, she's doing well. Just like the twins. Everything's okay." A relieved breath left both, Chris and Elsa's lips. "Good, that's good." "Yes. I'm very glad everything's going so smoothly. I hope it stays that way." "She's in good hands, Tom. Birthing twins is not easy, but believe me, it's going to be fine. If someone knows, it's me." Tom chuckled at Elsa's words, knowing that this was a 100 per cent true.

Unfortunately, Tom couldn't get to answer Elsa's last question, because he saw Annie leaving your room and making her way down the hallway towards him. "Uh, guys, I'm afraid I have to go. I am going to text you, as soon as the twins are born. Bye." Before either Chris or Elsa were able to answer Tom, he had hung up. Quickly stuffing his mobile back into his pocket, he rushed down the hallway to meet Annie halfway. "Tom! I'm glad I could find you straight away." The Brit's eyes widened in sheer horror, assuming the worst. "Why? Is something wrong?!" He asked in a shaky, panicky voice. Annie quickly shook her head, stilling his fears immediately. "No, no, don't worry. Everything is alright." Tom felt how the sudden shock was subsiding again. "In fact, everything is more than alright... Y/N is dilated enough to push." Once again, the Brit's eyes widened. "S-She's ready to push?" Annie nodded, smiling. "Yes. You're about to meet your children, dad." Tom felt how his heartbeat quickened in pure excitement, happiness and anticipation. "Come on. Let's get you ready. I'm sure you want to be at Y/N's side, right?" He nodded quickly. "Yes, please. Gods, yes!" The midwife giggled at Tom's sudden rush of excitement - one reason why she loved her job so much.

Within a few minutes, Tom had slipped into a dark blue protective gown and entered together with Annie the delivery room again, in which you laid in the bed, ready to finally bring the twins into this world. The room was literally crowded with people. A doctor, two midwives, a nurse... Annie told Tom to take a seat beside you, what he immediately did, placing his coffee on the small table beside your bed. But hence, the coffee was the least important thing now. "Tommy!" You literally whined, quickly reaching for his hands to feel his comforting touch. "I'm here now. I'm here, darling." He spoke in a soothing voice, trying to calm you down. You were definitely more nervous, shaky and afraid than before Tom left to get his coffee. But it was no wonder. Of course, was your nervosity level shooting through the roof now. It was time, after all. Your boyfriend leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, which was already dotted with sweat from the painful contractions you already went through. But both, you and Tom knew, that it was most likely going to get worse. "We're going to make this, okay? Together." You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, Y/N..." Annie spoke up, drawing in your attention. "Everything is ready. We are prepared to meet your baby – and we are all here to help you, so don't worry. We got this." She said, giving you an encouraging smile. Gods... You loved that woman... "So, as soon as you feel the urge to push... Push." "O-Okay..."

Countless pushes and an excruciating hour filled with pain, tears and sweat later, you had almost done it. Almost. "I can see baby number one's head, Y/N! You almost did it. One more push and one twin is here!" Annie's words encouraged you immensely, just like Tom's and his hands around your hand, as you laid there - a sweaty, tired and painful mess. "Come on, love, you can do it. I know it." Tom whispered with a smile, giving your hand a squeeze. You nodded and with the next contraction, you felt the urge to push - and pushed. A loud whine slipped past your lips, as you felt a sudden pop. "You've done it, Y/N!" Announced Annie, accompanied by a small cry of a baby. "And we've got here... Your baby boy!" At those words, both yours and Tom's world suddenly seemed to stop. Time froze still. You exchanged a look, happy tears glistening in both your eyes. Sometimes, a single gaze spoke more than words ever could. That was exactly such a moment - which got gently interrupted by Annie. "Hey, Tom, do you want to cut the cord?" His head snapped down to the friendly midwife. "Yes, please." "Come here, then." Almost like remote-controlled stood the now dad up and joined Annie in order to cut the cord. His hands were quite a bit shaking and he had to hold back his tears, but he made it.

Once Annie treated the wound and wrapped the new bundle of joy up in a fluffy towel, she turned back to Tom. "Would you like to hold your little man, dad?" "M-May I?" The midwife nodded, "Of course!" and handed the new born carefully over. Tom felt a wave of pure pride, joy and love flooding his veins, as he looked down at his own flesh and blood. Slowly, he made his way over to you and sat down beside you on the chair, eyes glued to the baby in his arms. "Darling..." He started, but his words got stuck in his throat, as the tears started to fall. You were an emotional mess as well, of course. You had started to cry out of happiness, as soon as your baby boy cried for the first time. You reached out your hand to touch the baby's teeny tiny hand, when another contraction hit you, reminding you, that there was another baby, who desperately wanted to see the light of the day. "Ugh." You whined, gritting your teeth at the sudden rush of pain. "Oop! Seems like your baby girl is ready to come out as well!" Annie quickly jumped to see what was going on between your legs. "Yes! I think I can see the head! Two pushes, Y/N and she should be here!" "Okay, okay, okay..." You said, clearly out of breath. "I'm here, my love. You did so well, bringing our baby boy into this world. You can do it again." Tom leaned down to kiss you, while still holding baby one in his arms.

Two pushes later, you felt another pop and heard a second cry, announcing the birth of your little girl. "Tom, your turn again?" Annie asked for the second time, looking at him with a smile. Eagerly the Brit stood up, handing the boy over to the second midwife, who took him into the adjoining room to bath and weigh him. Tom cut the cord of his second child, before taking the swaddled baby girl over to you. With teary eyes, you smiled up at your boyfriend, watching him sitting down beside you and lower his arms, so that you were able to look at your daughter. You were absolutely speechless, not able to say a single word, but to cry happy tears. Tom was, of course, crying once again too. You felt his tears dripping down on your cheeks, when he bent over to kiss you. Annie then took the baby with her as well, in order to bath and weigh her and to check if she was alright.

After getting over the afterbirth and all cleaned up, you were brought into another room, where you would spend the next few days. Tom accompanied you, of course, not letting go of your hand for even a second. The two of you had barely reached the room, when Annie and the other lovely midwife joined you; both of them pushing two little baby beds. "They are both perfectly healthy. Everything is as it should be." Annie said with a sweet smile. "Congrats to you both." "Thank you." Then she turned to you. "Y/N, you did amazing. How are you feeling now?" You gave the woman a small, almost delirious smile. "Happy, sweaty and utterly tired. Thank you." The midwife nodded, "Rest now, sleep a bit if you can. Tom?" and turned to face the blonde brown-haired man. "You can stay here if you want, of course. We arranged this bed for you, which is big enough for the both of you." Annie said, winking. "Thank you very much, Annie." "You're welcome. And Tom... Have you already decided on names for those two? If yes, then I can write them down on their crib cards and finish them." "Oh, of course, yes, sorry." "No need to apologise. It's quite a bit overwhelming, I know." The Brit's cheeks reddened slightly, as he made his way over to the midwife to help her finish the crib cards. "Grace and Frankie - two wonderful names."

Before Annie left, she helped you feeding the newborns for the first time and informed you that she is going to check on you and the twins once in a while. Now, it was time to share the first proper moments as a family of four. While Frankie was still eating in your arms, had Grace dozed off in Tom's arms. "Tommy..." You whispered your boyfriend's name. "Can you believe that? We are parents now..." A soft chuckle left Tom's lips. "I know... That's so unbelievable and yet..." He brushed his thumb gently over Grace's tiny cheek. "So real." "Mhhh... Everything I ever wanted is suddenly here in my arms." Indeed. Life was perfect in that moment. You were able to hold your son and daughter in your arms. You had a wonderful boyfriend and father of your children. 'The Moralizer' literally went through the roof; blew up cinemas all around the world and their box offices. And the publicity had finally accepted you. What more could you wish for?

"Thank you, Y/N." Tom spoke up again. "Thank you for giving me your love, this life and our children. I am the happiest man on earth right now."

The first night - or well, rather rest of the night as parents went smoother than expected. Sure, the babies cried a few times, but Tom was quick to sooth them. He was a natural in your eyes. The morning was spent with enjoying precious family time together, Tom doing once again several phone calls and carrying both twins around - being the proud dad he was. Of course, he went home for an hour or so, to take a shower, freshen up a bit, get you and the twins a few clothes and to eat something. On his way back to the hospital, he picked up his mom to take her to see her grandchildren for the first time. Diana was of course super excited and happy.

"Hey, mom." Tom greeted his mother, as he leaned against the car with a smile. "Tom." She immediately came towards him with open arms, hugging her son close. "Congratulations, Thomas. I am so so happy for you and Y/N." The Brit felt how a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. "Thank you so much, mom." Diana pulled back from the hug, cupped her son's cheeks with a smile. "I am very proud of you. I love you." Tom couldn't help himself but hug his mother once again, pressing a kiss on her cheek on the way. "I love you, too."

The ride to the hospital was filled with conversations about the previous night. How the birth was, how you were feeling and how it was for Tom to cut the cords and so on. Arrived at the hospital, Tom took Diana immediately to your room. "There we are." He said, opening the door quietly - just in case you or the twins were sleeping. Turned out, you weren't asleep, just like Grace, who was laying in your arms. Frankie was asleep, though. "Hey, darling." Your boyfriend greeted you, stepping over to the bed for a kiss. "Hi, babe." Another kiss. "I brought a guest, my love. Hope that's okay." You looked past Tom, seeing Diana standing in the door frame, smiling. "Of course! Hi Diana!" She gently closed the door behind her and stepped closer as well. "Hello, my dear. How are y- Awww..." She cut off her own sentence, as Tom lifted the sleeping Frankie out of his crib, in order to show Diana the newborn. "Oh my... Look at you... So cute and tiny." Tom's mom approached the baby, reaching out her hand to touch the little boy's hand. "Hi Frankie, I'm your granny." She cooed, looking at her grandson with heart eyes. "He's not even a day old and he already looks like you, Thomas. Got your nose, lips and even the curls." Diana said with a small laugh, running her fingers through the blonde-brown tufts of hair on the baby boy's head. "You think so, mom?" "Mhm." She would've marvelled Frankie longer, if Grace wouldn't have had something against it, announcing her presence with a soft cry, which attracted Diana's attention. You immediately started to rock the baby girl gently, trying to shush her, while Diana passed by Tom and went straight to you. "Oh hello, you sweet, sweet girl." The elderly woman couldn't take her eyes of the little girl, was already completely in love. "She's so sweet - and looks a lot like her beautiful mama." Your cheeks reddened slightly at Diana's compliment. "Got your hair and definitely your eyes." "And my nose, said Tom." Diana chuckled, "That too, yes." and looked up to you. "May I hold her?" You nodded, "Of course." and handed Grace over to her granny. "Hi Grace, I'm your granny." The baby girl looked up at her grandmother with big, sleepy eyes. You watched Diana and Tom softly speaking to Grace and Frankie; carrying them around the room. Yes... Life was perfect.

Two Years Later

The Australian sun shone down on you, as you watched your husband and brother running along the beach from afar, making the water splash around them. They were chasing two toddlers. A girl with Y/H/C hair, bundled up in two cute pigtails and clad in a purple swimsuit; and a boy, dressed in orange swim shorts with hair just like his father's - blonde and curly. Their giggling could be heard miles away, causing you to smile. It was such a sweet, wonderful thing to watch. Elsa had told you, you would find them here, so you quickly made your way to the beach, unable to wait any longer to see them again.

Taking off your shoes, you stepped through the warm sand, straight towards your family. Chris already waved at you from inside the water. "Sometimes, I think I have not just two kids, but three." You announced your presence with a giggle. Three heads snapped immediately into your direction. "Mama!" Frankie and Grace were quick to run towards you, as fast as their small legs could carry them. You squatted down, ready to catch them. "Mama!" They literally jumped into your arms, clinging to you. "Hiii, you two." You pressed a lingering kiss on both their heads, as you saw Tom making his way over to you as well, a broad smile on his face. You stood up again, engulfing Tom in a hug as well, while the twins still clung your legs. "Hi babe." You whispered, running your hands through his way longer hair. He had to let it grow a bit, for a play he was going to do. "Hello, darling." He leaned back to kiss you, placing his hands on your hips. "How was the last day of filming?" "Great. I had so much fun." "That's amazing. I'm so happy and proud, darling... Your very own surf movie..." "Insane, right?" Tom shook his head. "No. Well deserved."

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havemyheartaziraphale · 3 days

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Crackpot time!

Ok so this may sound really jumbled because my brain is going at stupid miles an hour. BEAR WITH ME. not everything is thought out 100% and that's ok, that's why it's crackpot

We've got Azirapahle stuck in a fake scenario. Maggie isn't quite right, everyone in Whickber Street acts as though it's the perfect community and is definitely not how it was in Season 1, I think we can all agree on that.

Crowley knows something is up, and he's playing it cool. He's probably actually managed to infiltrate the 'fake' Crowley and replace him. So now we have a reason for the changing sideburns, hair etc.

Nina... is probably someone genuine, she seems like she's the most normal human ever, and she questions everything. She's suspicious, and that's how humans are.

Gabriel in the meantime has gone missing. He visits the Bookshop. the rest of the Archangels are looking for him, they visit Aziraphale. We already know from Season 1 they're possible at capturing him... and they've learned from previous experience that if you want to not cause issues with Azi, you don't drag him away in the middle of a park.

The 25 Lazarii miracle (I want to think) was trying to protect not just Gabriel's body, but the fly as well (his memories, but i'm pretty sure it's only that, i don't think it also means his angelic powers.) An Archangel of that station is going to take quite a miracle... and Gabriel could still do miracles even if he doesn't know what he's doing. that's the problem. Azi and Crowley say a half-miracle, Jim doesn't understand the memo and POOF. large scale miracle sending purple plumes into the sky. All he wants to do is help, bless you Jim.

Here's where I'm getting really crackpot.

The archangels managed to find a body to inhabit. Jim looks odd when he's reading the books... that vacant look on his face and the weird camera cut is so so so bizarre. Something Definitely Happened. Jim is an empty shell at this point. Easy to take over an empty shell... and there's no furniture in heaven...

And then he looks suspicious again later on. off the top of my head i can't remember what episode. i'm thinking Job? Another one? idk, you may already know what i'm on about. there's sus music going on too.

So we've got an infiltration into the bookshop, we've got angels carefully probing Aziraphale's memories, and Crowley slowly keeping an eye on things because he knows something is up but he can't get in the way. he's probably changing how things are seen because you bet your ass he doesn't like the fact his hair was so frizzy. of course he smoothed things over. That's not Aziraphale's doing... Azi loves him as he is. Crowley on the other hand wouldn't be seen dead usually with hair looking so off.

But my main point was this: When Aziraphale gets into the lift... that's not the Azi we know. That's an Angel who has managed to find the information that he or she or they needed and has succeeded.

They've manipulated Aziraphale's surroundings enough that he gave up what they were looking for. Evidence of him working so closely with Crowley, Gabriel, Beelzebub, all of it. They've proven that he's not fit to be on Earth. He's finally had his Trial, and they can now punish him.

Aziraphale, my dear, things are going to get so so much worse for you now.

#absolute crackpot theory #good omens meta #good omens 2 #good omens theories #i didn't say it was good #i just said it was a doozy

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betbeton · 2 years

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𓆱 Ring Ring ♡

Various HQ Men Sending Horny Videos

Warnings - Various 'Vanilla' Kinks

18+ Minors DNI

·GN Reader·

·A/N - my hyper fixations are showing·

TR Version

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Tendou Satori

Loud and unashamed

He'll moan into his phone like it's your actual ear

He'll send them to you when you're in public,

so beware opening things from him it could be a cute video of your pet sleeping or his dick. No in-between.

The second you clicked on the message and his loud moans flooded out of your earbuds you panicked. Smacking your phone against your chest as you whipped your head around from side to side making sure no one had witnessed, despite being in the privacy of your office. Taking a deep breath you weighed your options as the lewd noises mixing with his moans grew in volume in your ears. With a little shake you tried to dispel the nerves of opening such a message in public, carefully tugging your phone away from your chest with both eyes squeezed shut. Cracking one eye part of the way open you were met with the sight of Tendou's large hand gliding up and down his slick length as he whined in your ears. Your heart might have been beating a mile a minute, but as you gazed at his hand working over his pretty cock you couldn't help but stuff your hand down your trousers. Your own hand rubbing at your sex as you gasped softly, barely being able to hear own hushed groans over the moans and pleas assaulting your sense of hearing. It's safe to say Tendou was the most smug gremlin to ever exist when you sent back a video of your breathy groans and gasps as you came while sitting alone in your office.

⪧ Kita Shinsuke

You would mostly have to be the one to initiate any type of sexting or video sending

He loves it, but he's just too respectful to send something when he isn't 100% sure you won't be embarrassed in public

He had expressed his disappointment when your work called you in on the one afternoon you both had off together, but he had urged you to go in despite his feelings after all you two could always spend time together another day. You had begrudgingly walked to work that afternoon, the stinkiest expression on your face much to the amusement of your co-workers. Having settled decently into your shift despite not wanting to come in, though your simmering sour mood perked up considerably when you checked your phone only to see a message from your partner. Expecting some cute video of your cat or maybe him baking you choked on your own spit when his pretty cock filled your screen. Practically sprinting into the employee restroom locking the door shut as you pressed your back to it for an extra layer of safety. Tugging your phone out from your pocket once again you tucked a hand into your shorts greedily groping at your sex as you watched his hand move. Soft gasps trickling into your ears from the low volume of your phone, as you watched his hips harshly slam upwards into his tight fist as he came with a whine of your name.

⪧ Miya Atsumu

This rat man will send you your sex tape while he's away

Along with some smug little message like 'miss me baby? 🤗'

He would also video call you immediately no matter the location or time of day if you sent a video getting off in return

It was two in the morning when you groggily groped around your bedside table for your phone. Your hand holding it a little too aggressively as your eyes squinted at the bright light assaulting your tired face, rolling onto your side as you re-read your partner's contact name before pressing on the message. Almost immediately you were verbally assaulted with your own moans and his breathy grunts as you sluggishly blinked while watching the video. For some reason Atsumu thought it was appropriate to send it to you at such an ungodly hour while he was away for a game that you couldn't attend due to work. As you lazily lounged under your blankets while watching his cock bully it's way into your hole, you couldn't deny even in your sleepy mildly irritated brain watching your pretty man fuck you was scratching an itch you hadn't realized needed it. So with a long groan inducing stretch of your body you wiggled to the middle of your mattress, kicked off your blankets with a small grunt of annoyance before writhing as you wriggled out of your sleep clothes. Rolling onto your side again you lifted a leg into the air and snapped a picture of your arousal, cringing as the flash went off capturing your disheveled face in the background of the photo. With a sigh you sent it to Atsumu before turning your phone on silent, purposely to ignore his call that would undoubtedly arrive the moment he saw your picture.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu headcanons #tendou satori x y/n #kita shinsuke x y/n #miya atsumu x y/n #tendou satori #kita shinsuke #miya atsumu

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