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toms-cherry-trees · 24 days

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"Look After You" || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Time and distance cannot break certain promises

Word count: 4.2k

Tags: Mentions of war, mental asylums, unjust imprisonment, mentions of controversial mental health treatments, cross dressing (?), implications of violence against women, illness, no betareading we go in raw

Author's note: You might have seen this post where I mention the life of Dorothy Lawrence. Well this is very loosely based on her life mixed with Tommy's story. Left it very open to a part 2 if people like the premise.

(Yes my people watch me put together moodboards instead of choosing gifs)

Requested tag (hope not to disappoint) @brummiereader @emotionalcadaver

The asylum stood tall and imponent before Tommy’s gaze, its towering central dome and flanking turrets framed by the bright sun rays of a cheerful spring afternoon. The radiant gardens contrasted dramatically with the derelict state of the building itself; rusty and broken drainpipes hanging from the roof, rotten wood frames and shattered window panes, missing chunks of brick on the walls, revealing the inner framing and plaster. Nothing about that place inspired trust to those who crossed its threshold, let alone hopes of betterment. The lamentable exterior stood like the perfect match of the decadence within.

The smell of rot assaulted him the second he entered. The paint had started to peel off, and moisture stains crawled across walls and ceiling. Most windows in the main hall were shuttered, and the incandescent light bulbs did little to cut through the darkness, casting a sickly shadow over the room. The orderly that welcomed him in the entrance had an embittered face, and he questioned Tommy on his name, whom he was visiting and his reasons to. He patted him down and overturned his pockets, making him leave behind anything that could be used to harm or be harmed. Cap, cigar case, lighter, sleeve garters and shoelaces stayed behind while another orderly led him through long hallways and endless locked doors towards the morning hall where he’d meet the purpose of his visit.

Finally, they stopped before a wide set of oaken double doors with panels of rubbed glass, which allowed him a faint peek of what happened on the other side. The orderly barely opened the door enough to enter himself and told Tommy to wait outside, as if he feared something may escape from within given the chance. After a few minutes he returned, leaving the gap open for Tommy to pass through.

“Sister Janice will take you to her. Don’t look at other patients. Don’t talk to other patients. If they come to you, ignore them. Don’t take anything they give you”

Perplexed, curious and mostly annoyed by all the delays, Tommy ducked under the orderly’s arm while he held the door open. As soon as he stepped inside the orderly let go, and the door closed behind him with a heavy click.

The sudden brightness hurt his eyes after the unceasing darkness, and Tommy had to squint briefly as his pupils grew accustomed to his surroundings. An ample hall stretched before him, arch windows spanning from floor to ceiling lining the west and north walls. Moth eaten draperies of blue velvet had been drawn back to allow sunlight in, in hopes of insufflating some life into the gelid heart of the asylum.

The room had surely once been a magnificent ballroom, but had now been reduced to the sad, dirty, abandoned alcove where the non-aggressive patients spent most of their waking hours, some engaged in the very few activities offered to them, others dragging their feet and mumbling to themselves like lost souls, their gazes absent and their appearance unkempt. Not one person appeared to have a coherent thought there, and Tommy wondered if it was due to their own ailments, or due to the medicines the nurses forced down their throats to keep them tame and peaceful, albeit stupid.

As Tommy walked past, he couldn't help but notice the way his presence drew attention from them. The patients stopped in their tracks to stare at him as if he were the most marvellous wonder they had ever seen. They pointed at him, uttering incoherences and laughing at jokes no one else heard. Some tried to get close but were forced back with a sharp gesture by the nun accompanying him, whom only now Tommy noticed, carried a mean looking leather strap, hanging side by side with a rosary from her cord belt.

At long last, she came into view. Slouched on a rocking chair facing the windows, a ragged purple cardigan thrown over a white, floor length dress, resembling more a nightgown than any sort of decent clothing. A white linen cap covered her hair, and Tommy noticed that the ties had been removed, as had been from the rest of her garments. She looked thinner, thinner even than she did in France. She gave no indication that she had noticed their presence, her dulled eyes fixated on the gardens outside.

“I have it from here, sister” Tommy dismissed the nun with a wave of his hand, dragging a nearby stool to sit next to the woman.

“I’m sorry Mr. Shelby, but I cannot allow you to be unsupervised with a patient. She seems tame now, but who knows what atrocities a woman of sin like her might commit”

Tommy wanted to snort. She barely looked strong enough to hold herself in the chair, how could she harm anyone?

“She won’t attack me sister” Tommy insisted “Now step back, and I will make sure the asylum is handsomely rewarded for your troubles.”

The nun opened her mouth, ready to argue, but then chose against it. The asylum could do with some extra coin, after all. She straightened up and smoothed her habit, perhaps a way to reinstate her authority that Tommy had so brazenly challenged.

“You have half an hour” She stated at last before walking away towards a group of patients who were seemingly arguing over a doll.

Tommy’s gaze returned to the woman in front of him, who continued to be absent from the world around her, and who gave no sign of life other than the steady rising and falling of her shoulders with each breath. Thomas allowed the pause to linger between them a few seconds longer, but he didn’t want to waste his allotted time. He wouldn’t put it past these people to drag him out like that; the laws of men did not apply in these sorts of places.

He called her name softly, in a nearly soothing whisper. Once, twice, thrice, yet it did not do to her more than the drafts howling through the broken panes or the maniac laughs of the patients around them. He didn’t want to touch her and risk startling her, but he didn’t want to spend his visit staring at her left cheek. He took his last chance, using this time a different name, a name he had not pronounced since 1915.

“Private Anders”

The name stirred something in her mind. Her back straightened a bit and her features quivered in recognition. Slowly, stiffly, she turned towards Tommy, her eyebrows first furrowing in confusion then rising in surprise.

“Sergeant Major?” Her shock could not be disguised, and she readied to rise and salute, but Tommy motioned for her to remain seated.

“At ease, private”

Tommy recalled perfectly the first day he saw her. They were stationed near Albert, digging up a new front line as they tried to gain terrain from the Germans. The troops from the British Expeditionary Force and the 179th tunnelling company consisted mostly of coal miners, all turned sappers whose task was to ready up the land for battle. The clay rich soil basically melted between their fingers when it rained, making the digging of trenches and shelters a never-ending battle. The dampness crept up their legs and seeped into their bones, and Tommy had seen one too many soldiers whose feet rotted inside their boots. Even the strongest men, used to work from sun to sun in the depths of the coal mines breathing dust and methane, would sometimes succumb to the elements.

Tommy worked paired with Tom Dunn, a man as thick of back as he was of skull. He could easily lift an adult man and throw him across the field like a sack of potatoes, and legend has it he pulled the coal carts in the mine when the horses couldn’t. If left to it, he could probably dig out the trench with only his hands and his helmet.

He had been the one to introduce Tommy to her. Dunn had hidden that little lunatic in an abandoned cottage, not too far from where the troops were stationed. Somehow, she had obtained a uniform, which she had padded with cotton wool to flatten her curves and broaden her shoulders. Her hair had been cut in a military style, scrapes on her cheeks simulated a shaving rash, and potassium permanganate attempted to sharpen her jaw and cheekbones with dark shadows.

She slept in a damp mattress, with little more than a threadbare blanket to keep her warm; she had no means of acquiring something better, nor could she light a fire in the dusty hearth for fear of being discovered. Dunn had been feeding her with whatever he could spare from his own rations or snatch from others, which meant she had been eating the minimum for survival, since the woods offered nothing but naked branches at that time of year.

Tommy had been left thunderstruck, far too much to react properly. A million questions came to his lips, and a million died there as his mind couldn’t exactly put into words what he wanted to know. His gaze flickered between them both, who looked at him pleadingly like a couple of children asking their parents to stay up late. His first instinct was to call up their superior and hand her over to them, for her own safety, but then he thought about it better. The things that could happen to her if he handed her over to the war office…and that’s it, if they handed her over in the first place, or chose to make justice themselves.

No, for the sake of her safety and his conscience, he would play along with them for now.

“What is your name?” He inquired, a simple question to cut through the gelid silence that had befallen them.

For an answer, she handed Tommy papers and a matching dog tag. Forgeries, most likely, and very good ones, which meant she spent money on those. Paying from her own pocket to go to war

They held each other's gaze for endless seconds. At long last, Tommy offered a handshake.

“Welcome to the 179th tunnelling company, Private John Anders. I’ll look after you”

Tommy hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the meeting. The person who sat before him, hunched and dirty and completely lost to the world, bore no resemblance to the fiery, and perhaps a little unhinged, woman that had gone through every length to infiltrate herself in the front line. Years of memory seemed to have been erased from her mind, but she recalled vividly everything she went through in her time in France. She did not know the day and year she lived in but could easily recite the names of every man she met from the 179th, as well as every technique they implemented to dig out the clay.

Tommy was sure that, if he were to put a shovel in her hands, she would unconsciously start digging.

He had partly placated his worries by placing a nurse in the asylum, one handpicked by Polly and paid out of his own pocket, to look after her. But that solution felt like not enough. Not by a mile. What that place did to her, what they were turning her into…Killing her bit by bit, stripping away her sanity to erase from her any memory she held of those weeks in the front. He still recalled the tunnel collapse, when the rain-soaked clay began to crumble over them like cold tar, obscuring their vision and sticking their feet to the ground. How the men dragged out each other, coated from head to toe in the reddish paste. She had tripped, her foot had gotten stuck, he couldn’t tell anymore. All he knew was that she had been left behind, and he had re-entered the tunnel for her. Feeling his way through the darkness, keeping an eye on the entrance, calling her name out; her fake name, for even in the face of danger he had the mental fortitude to remember the importance of her cover up. How she dropped her own facade, her fearful voice calling him as she stretched her arm towards him.

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy

“Tommy!” Billowed an angered female voice, dragging his thoughts back to the present time.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, attempting to dissipate the fogs of the past that laid over them. Because he was not in the tunnels, nor in the Western front. He was sitting in his office, behind his desk, nursing a whiskey in his hands and with Polly sitting across him, equally angered and perplexed at her nephew’s inattention.

“You know I don’t appreciate my words being wasted”. It sounded like a threat, but half of the things Polly said usually did “If you had no interest in this briefing, you could have rescheduled our meeting”.

“You hate your time being wasted” Tommy pointed out.

“Which is exactly what you’re doing now” She remarked.

Silence lingered in the office while Polly lit a new cigarette and Tommy downed his drink, which had already begun to warm in his hands. He stood to pour another, which he finished almost immediately.

“So” Polly began, exhaling the smoke in an elegant blow “Will you tell me what’s on your mind?” As usual, Polly could see through him as easily as one would do through a clean glass. It unnerved him sometimes, to be laid open so vulnerably under her watchful gaze.

“It’s nothing” Tommy sat before the fire; hands laced behind his head in an attempt to seem relaxed.

“There’s been many things on your mind, Tommy, and nothing has never been one of them”. Polly’s slender fingers ran across the glass bottles on the bar cart before settling on gin, pouring herself a more than generous serving.

“You’re thinking of her”.

Tommy immediately thought of denying it, but what was the point? When Polly knew, no one could tell her otherwise. And as much as he hated others meddling in his business, the words came tumbling before he could hold them back.

“I’m just worried. She’s not the same she used to be. I don’t know what they do to her in that place, but she’s changed. Those medicines they give her, and who knows what else they’ve done. You know the treatments” He shook his head, as if to dismiss everything he said “Just worried”

“It’s been many years since you last saw her. Everyone changed after the war. God knows you did”.

“This is not the same. They’re killing her there” Tommy stared up at the ceiling, as if hoping to find a solution to his problems in the plaster. Polly only watched him, pondering over her next words carefully. She only hoped she would not regret whatever her nephew chose to do next.

“If her wellbeing worries you so, you have to do the right thing”

He frowned, turning to look at her with confusion clear in his eyes. Polly sipped the gin, swirling it around her mouth as she gave it a last thought. This was one of the far and few times in which Tommy proved he had a heart, and that softened her as well.

“If you are worried, you act. If they’re killing her in there, you get her out”

The sun had finally shone upon the soldiers after nearly a week of bad weather, when rain and fog had turned the living conditions in the trenches into nearly inhumane. The soldiers were happy, for they would no longer shiver until their bones ached, and they would at last be able to put their clothes and themselves to dry. The tunnellers were less than pleased, for the sun had dried the clay into a solid wall, forcing them to exhaust their muscles to dig out chunks the size of their heads while the sweat ran down their temples and backs. Their comrades kept them supplied with water, but it felt like pouring water on a bottomless bucket.

Tommy worked side by side with her. Him. Her. Her identity still got tied in his mind, and he had to think through every word addressed in her direction for fear of blowing her cover. He watched her out of the corner of the eye as she swung the pickaxe with a strength and determination he never expected to see in a woman. Despite her resilience, Tommy worried about her, and kept a watchful gaze for any sign of exhaustion. She could not afford to be taken ill or injured, for a trip to the medical tent would be enough to unravel all her carefully crafted lies. He had to take care of her.

They both worked in the very end of the trench, and the sounds around them would conceal any hushed conversation. Tommy’s curiosity was stronger than his willpower

“Why?”

She didn’t react at first, and Tommy thought she either didn’t listen to him, or chose to ignore him, both of which were valid. But before he could ask again, she whispered back, keeping her manly tone

“Why what?”

“Why come here? What sane person would come here, on her own free will, to be forced into coldness and starvation? Risk your life, and for what purpose? Couldn’t find good places to dig back in England?”

She snorted, the sound quite lighter than any man’s laugh, so she concealed it by clearing her throat

“I wanted to serve my country, same as you. Is there any sin on that?”

“Is that what you tell yourself at night to sleep?”

She stopped digging for a moment, leaving the pickaxe embedded in the clay. She sat in the upturned bucket they used as stool, wiping the sweat from her brow with her sleeve. She couldn’t work shirtless, and their uniforms had been made to shield from the cold only. Tommy offered her water; she drank a sip and poured the rest on her head. He noticed her hair had grown again, and curled behind her ears. He made a mental note to give her a trim after nightfall.

“I just wanted to see what it was like. What it really was. They don’t tell us the truth back home. The newspapers make it sound as if the front is almost peaceful and the men are just laying back eating turkey while the Germans fall a hundred a day. I wanted the truth, and I want to write about it. Make a book of all the lies they fed us home.”

Her reasoning didn’t sit well with him. All that effort, that trouble, that risk, just to figure out if war was as bad as she thought? Mad, mad in the head this one.

“And what does your family think you’re doing away from home?”

She scratched her chin, in the same way Tommy did when he got a shaving rash from his blunt razors. She had picked up male mannerisms quite fast, particularly his own

“Not much family left to care what I do or stop doing. I said I’d come to France to volunteer as a nurse, but they most likely think I came as a camp follower. If they knew what I’m up to, they would have me committed to the closest madhouse”

“The madhouse is where you belong” Tommy replied, albeit jokingly, as he stopped his work to pull out a cigarette from his pocket. But he was interrupted by a ball of clay being tossed at his face with masterful precision, dampened for maximum effect.

“Shut up, Sergeant Major”

Blue skies and a pleasant breeze welcomed them at the gates of Arrow House. Tommy chose to drive this time, taking the advice from the doctor who would oversee her care, who suggested she be exposed to the least amount of people possible during the first days as she adjusted to life outside. Only Tommy, Frances and the nurse who would be her primary caretaker.

She stared at the world around her with such wonder, like a blind whose sight had been restored. Every tree, every bird, the very landscape that surrounded his manor brought such wonder onto her face, like a child with a Christmas tree. Her happiness almost managed to convince him that this was, in fact, a good idea.

When Polly told him to get her out, he knew she meant to put her in a home of her own, with a caretaker, and allow her to have a life of her own. And Tommy considered the idea, for a while. To place her in a nice neighbourhood, in a house with a garden and a balcony where she could enjoy the sun, with a nurse and maids and a car. But it didn’t sit right with him. She had been alone ever since they took her. Imprisoned until the war ended, and then released only to be taken to the madhouse at first chance. Not one familiar face around her for nearly a decade. No, Tommy wouldn’t take her out of a cage just to put her back in a smaller, prettier one. She needed someone to protect her. And for better or worse, that one could only be Tommy.

When the car came to a halt, she was the first one out, gaping at the imponent state which Tommy owned.

“Is this where you live, Sergeant Major?” The wonder was palpable in her voice. But the only thing Tommy noticed was that after everything she still couldn’t find it in her to call him by his name.

“2000 acres of land, of which 12 are just garden, and 750 acres of farming land”

She cocked an eyebrow, and in the amused twinkle of her eyes Tommy saw a glimpse of the one she used to be.

“Are you a farmer now, sir?” She disguised her laugh behind the handkerchief she insisted on carrying, looking down like a bashful schoolgirl.

Tommy pulled out a cigarette; he felt the corner of his lips pulled into the shadow of a smile, pleased to see her spirits lifted.

“My business is more focused on progress and modernity, but I wouldn’t reject the idea. Perhaps one day it’ll come in hand to have crops and cows”

“That would be the bloody day” She didn’t even try to hide her laughter this time “Our mighty Sergeant Major, dressed in overalls and with mud up to his knees shovelling cow shit”

“I find myself more interested in horse shit these days. Come on, I’ll show you around”

Tommy gave her a complete tour of the house and adjacent grounds, both to show her everything that would be at her complete disposal, and also as a way to show off how far he had come since they were both in the trenches, hunched over a meagre fire lit inside an empty can and sharing a homemade cigarette made from tobacco leftovers. Her eyes were wide with wonder, her fingers running over tapestries, leathers and carved wood with childlike wonder

He saved her room for last. A wide bedroom at the very back of the house, situated in a corner with plenty of windows. It had a view of the back of the state, so she could enjoy the gardens, the horses and the surrounding woods. In the corner with the most sunlight Tommy had placed a writing desk, supplied with paper, pens, ink and a brand new typewriter. Amidst everything sat a bunch of old and worn pages, all of different sizes and materials, kept together nicely with leather cord. She picked it up gingerly, running her thumb over the first page. Even though the paper was stained and dusty, the words could be read as easily as the first day she wrote them.

Tears flooded her eyes, and she hugged the improvised diary to her chest like it was a most prized possession. And perhaps it was. She turned towards Tommy, a mixture of bewilderment and eternal gratitude plastered on her features

“Where did you get it? I thought they would have had it destroyed when they locked me up”

Tommy only smirked, pulling out a cigarette from the golden case he carried “Remember what I told you? Always make sure someone owes you something”

That gesture, so small yet so meaningful, shifted something inside her. Her eyes brimmed with tears she attempted to fight, but they won in the end. She practically jumped into Tommy’s arms, hugging him with the eagerness of a person who has been denied a caring touch for far too long.

“How will I ever be able to thank you enough, Sergeant Major?”

His free arm circled her frame, returning the gesture

“You can start by calling me Tommy”

Worry crept up Tommy’s spine as the higher ups did their rounds to inspect the work on the freshly dug trenches. It had been three days since she last showed up, and he would soon run out of lies to cover up for “Private Anders’” absence.

As much as she tried to deny it, finally the harsh conditions had caught up to her. Her health had gone down a slippery slope with the arrival of winter. First it had been just a fretless dry cough, easily softened with pine tea. But then came the bone pains, the headaches, the constant fatigue. The dampness of her safe haven had seeped into her bones and caused some sort of rheumatism. Tommy noticed the swelling of her hands as they struggled to grip the pickaxe. Her hair began to fall out in clumps.

The shivers and the fever had finally knocked her off her feet. She had been unable to leave her cottage, which in turn worsened her condition even further. Tommy had tried to bring her something more substantial to eat, but she seemed unable to eat more than a few bites of stale bread dipped in some coffee the Americans had given them. Dry, suffocating coughs racked her body until she had to gasp for air, her teeth and lips speckled with blood.

“This is the end line” She had mumbled weakly during the third night, while Tommy tried to desperately convince her to light a fire to warm and dry the place

“No. You are not going to die. I won’t allow it. I told you I’d take care of you” He stated firmly, sitting on the floor by her side with her hand in his, his other one cupping her feverish cheek. He had been in a similar spot, not too long ago. Watching life fade away from a young woman’s eyes. He refused to let her die, not like that, not there where he would have to dump her body in the river.

“I am not going to die” She stated with a conviction her current condition didn’t match “But to survive, I have to turn myself in”

The idea of handing her over to the war office filled Tommy with panic

“No, no you cannot do that. Do you have any idea what they could do to you? Your best prospect would be to be thrown in jail, to be given 10 years for impersonating a soldier. And that’s if the higher ups are feeling compassionate” He shuddered at thinking what those wolves would do to her “Listen, I get leave tomorrow night. I’ll go to the nearest town, get some medicine, maybe I can pawn some things and get you a new blanket. You-”

“No” With great effort, she propped herself up in one elbow. Tommy couldn’t help but notice the strands of hair left in the pillow “I’ve implicated you long enough. The excuses and lies you have made for me are enough to have you dishonourably discharged and tried. You have done everything you could for me, and for that I am forever indebted to you, Sergeant Major. This next chapter in my life, I have to write it alone”

She sounded dejected and disappointed, as if she had failed some unwritten expectation of her adventure. But Tommy thought quite the opposite. He only felt admiration for the things she had put herself through in order to tell her story. He still thought she was mad in the head, but in a completely different way

“Will you mention my name when you write your book?” He asked jokingly, helping her lay back down slowly, pulling the ragged blanket up to her chin

“Only if you want to be jailed next to me for helping an intruder” She laughed, but the sound was cut short by another fit of coughing “I’ll dedicate it to you, Sergeant Major. Everything I write and do will be because of you”

Tommy awoke with a startle. His eyes were wide open, darting around the room as he tried to locate the source of the disturbance. Everything seemed to be calm in his room. And then it happened again. A dry thud in the wall, followed by a muffled scream.

In a heartbeat he was out of bed, gun in hand. He followed the noises, which seemed to grow louder the closer he got to her bedroom. The door was ajar, allowing a sliver of moonlight to project in the floor, in which Tommy could see two shadows moving.

He stormed inside, gun ready to fire. But he didn’t find an intruder, no. Just her, on her knees, banging her fists against the wall as she screamed. Her nurse stood by her side, amidst a disaster of clothes and books and other objects, unsuccessfully trying to coax her back to bed

“Miss, please. The hour is quite late. You need sleep”

“No, no. The walls are coming down. We have to get out, the roof’s collapsing!” She yelled desperately, clawing at the wall trying to dig herself out of some dark place that only existed in her head. He saw her nails tear the wallpaper with ferocity. And then he noticed the nurse unlocking a cabinet and pulling out a syringe

“No” He said almost immediately as he put a firm hand on the nurse’s arm “Go to bed. I have this”

“But Mr. Shelby!”

“I said go. Leave me with her”

The nurse doubted, holding his gaze, but chose to exit the room, closing the door behind her.

Tommy walked towards her slowly, afraid he would startle her. He gingerly touched her arm, but his presence went as unnoticed as a speck of dust. He called out her name, again and again, without success. The mud had seeped deep in her brain, as it had done his, and blocked her senses from the outside world. In order to get through, Tommy had to get into the mud with her

He stood tall, in martial position, hands behind his back

“Private Anders!”

Quick like a lightning bolt, she stood up and saluted in a firm position. Tears streaked her face and her entire body quivered like an autumn leaf

“Sergeant Major sir!”

“At ease, private. You are relieved of your duties. Time to go back home”

Like the lifting of a spell, her eyes glossed over as she blinked slowly, looking around her from the bed, to the things she had thrown around in haste, and finally towards Tommy. Her lower lip quivered

“What is happening to me?”

Her knees faltered. Tommy lunged forward before she could hit herself, coming down to the floor with her held in his arms. She burrowed herself in his chest, her fingers clinging to his shirt as she wept, her body racked by sobs. Tommy shushed her quietly, his fingers carding through her hair

“Don’t cry. I’ll take care of you”

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thyllas · 1 year

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[RESHARES ARE SUPER APPRICATED!!!] my first shop opening! star trek and evangelion goodies avaliable -> https://fraudue.etsy.com

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cata613 · 4 months

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Star Trek TOS, according to my 15 y/o sister:

#McCoy being Spock jr lmaoooooo #Scotty and uhura being married tho #khan x aquaman?????#star trek tos #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek 1960's #startrek #kirk and spock #spock #dr mccoy #tos uhura #tos scotty #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #nurse chapel #janice rand #khan noonien singh

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skimblyspones · 2 years

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these r fun :)

[Description: A Tiered meme, titled “if I was a worm, would you still love me?” Below is a table with two columns; the first column listing different answers to the question, and the second holding characters from the classic era of Star Trek who fit the response. They are as follows:

“Absolutely fucking not,” with pictures of Lieutenant Kevin Riley, Yeoman Janice Rand, and Mirror!Marlena Moreau

“You are not a worm shut up,” with pictures of Dr McCoy, Spock, Sarek, and T’Pring

“I would eat you like the fish,” with Scotty.

“depends what type of worm??” with pictures of Uhura and Nurse Chapel

“yes :) <3″ with pictures of Captain Kirk and Amanda Grayson

“I would build you a home in a jar. with a little house. talk to you every day,” with pictures of Sulu, Sybok, and The Romulan Commander

“what if we were both worms... and we kissed...” with a picture of Pavel Chekov

/End Description]

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faghubby · 1 month

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Camp Happy part 2

Must read part 1

I watched as Ms Stephanie got on the bus and pulled away. My heart sank alittle watching her go. I looked at the time damn I was late for cooling class. I got there 5 minutes late and knew I would receive some type of punishment for it.

"Paulie, are you having some issues" Ms Sara the cooking councilor asked.

"No, Ms Sara." I replied. She looked down at the wet spot in my pants.

"OH, um I was saying goodbye to my wife" I tried to explain. She took me by the hand and led me outside.

"You can ask for protection if it's thst time of your cycle" she told me. Ms Sara led me into the bathroom. She pulled down my pants and panties in one yank. She reached into a basket on the back of the toilet and pulled out a pantyliner.

"You just remove the paper and lay it in your panties like this" she told me. This all made me leak even worse. My dick and balls aching not being able to grow in the cage.

"Now about being late for class." Ms Sara opened a cabinet and pulled out a pink box. "Have you ever" she took a pink silicone butt plug out of the box. She put on a latex glove and bent me over and applied lube to my ass. slipping a finger into my ass. Then removed it and slid in the plug.

"OH my" I gasped. I pulled up my pants and she took me back to class. I was walking funny.

"5 minutes equals 5 hours" Ms Sara smiled.

Mr Terry met me after class. Ms Sara told him about my punishment.

"Well Paulie has a review with the staff" he smiled. As he led me to the office I was walking slow. He reached behind and cupped my ass. Pushing on the plug. I jumped grabbing hold of his arm. I stared up at him our eyes met. I thought about him and how much him grabbing my ass excited me.

I was led to a room 5 senior staff where there and Mr Terry joined them. I was given a little stool to sit on.

"Paulie, this is a review of not only of how you are doing but how you fell we are preforming" A man with a white beard stated. He had a nameplate in front of him.

"I understand Mr Victor" I replied.

"We met with Ms Stephanie and got her imput as well" Ms Janice stated she taught my woman's pleasure course.

"We have no reports of you tampering or even asking to have your cage removed" Ms Kelly the nurse added.

"Very unusual, do you like being caged?" Mr Victor asked

"It can pinch at times, and today" I fell silent suddenly embarrassed.

"Paulie had some leaking issues today" Mr Terry told them. Ms Sara taught him how to use a pad. This made every one giggle a little.

they talked about me for a few minutes rather then to me.

"Paulie is very submissive, has hardly resistance to anything we told him to do."

"Has he been offered to dress fully?"

"Homosexual tendencies"

"Interactions with other guest?"

They went back and forth with questions and responses. I was surprised by some especially how Mr Terry had stated homosexual behavior he witnessed. He referred to reports but didn't say what was in them.

"Ms Stephanie stated she would be very interested in cuckolding her husband on a permanent basis." Ms Diane stated " as well as keeping him/her as a soft boi"

"Paulie, how do you feel about being cuckold?" Mr Victor asked.

"Well I... I did suggest thst Stephanie" I couldn't finish.

"Paulie have you ever tasted a man's sperm" Ms Diane asked. I just nodded.

"Are you aware thst cuckolds usually lick thier wife's after a man has used her?" Ms Diane stated, I just stared at my feet.

"It's okay Paulie. Mr Terry will help you with this" Mr Victor said handing a binder to Mr Terry.

Mr Terry led me out of the building as we got outside he grabbed my ass again making me jump. He laughed and then so did I knowing he did it tell me it was alright. I thought we where going to the library but instead he took me to the massage cabin.

"Strip" Mr Terry said plainly. I did as told I stood nakedjust my cage which was still leaking. Mr Terry picked me up and placed me on the table. He rubbed oil on my shoulders. I tried to relax. His strong hands worked my muscles. As he worked closer to my ass. His hands groping my ass he poured lube between my ass cheeks. He rolled me onto my back. He pusher on the plug.

"Do you want me to stop" he asked.

"No,but no" i moaned. As he moved the plug appling pressure as he rubbed it against my prostate. I hadlearned about milking. He used some kind of cup to catch my cum as it flowed outof me. My eyes had been closed so when I felt a cup touch my lips I was surprised. Then I tasted salty slime.

"Swallow "Mr Terry ordered me. I did as I was told.

"Feel better" he asked. I did the pressure in my balls was gone. He made sure I ate all of my cum which wasn't bad but a wierd texture. the plug which seemed smaller now. I slid off the table He reached out to grab me. I fell against him. I reached into his shorts and stroked his cock.

"That isn't for you" he smiled and removed my hand. I got dressed embarrassed. Not only about me thinking he wanted me to please him but also that I had just had my ass fucked and swallowed my own cum. We went to the library and Mr Terry helped me go through the binder. He asked me about every sexual experience I had ever had, I had only been with two woman a girlfriend in high school we slept together once. And Stephanie. I had only ever recieved one blow job from Stephanie the night i proposed. Mr terry finished the report with him using the toy on my ass.

He asked about being a girl.

"Do you feel you are a man?" He asked. To drive the point home he pinched my nipple.

"No, I guess not" I admitted .

"Would you like to experience being a woman?" He continued

"No, I know I kinda" I said almost in tears.

"Shh, you are not a man or a woman. We call you a soft boi. It's not quite a sissy. It's more like a young man with femine traits. This is what Stephanie wants. She would like it if you agreed to continue this when you go back home" Mr Terry explained.

"Stephanie would also like to make your chastity permanent" Mr Terry explained. You could recieve relief like I did for you"

"but family, friends, the factory " I said

"Well Stephanie would want you to become her house husband. After all you work for her right, you would just do that from home by cooking and cleaning." Mr Terry explained. I was feeling very vulnerable and found myself cuddling with Mr Terry.

"One last thing" Mr Terry pulled out a form.

"Name change" he stated.

"What I don't understand" I replied he handed me the form. It read Paul Drover name to be Paulie Murphy. That was Stephanie's last name.

"Stephanie would love it if you agreed to remarry her. Take new vows more fitting your new role" Mr Terry explained.

I signed the form. Terry walked me back to my room. I fell asleep immediately feeling completely emotionally drained.

The next day me and Stephanie had a long Skype. She explained her feelings. She also confessed to having slept with Roger an old friend of mine as soon as she got home from seeing me. I confessed that Mr Terry had fucked me with a dildo. She had already been told.

"Did you like it?" She asked. I was forced to admit I did.

The next week was more directed at Stephanie's wishes. I spent alot ofe time in cooking, organization, cleaning courses. Along with how to pamper a woman. I was also given free time to sunbath I choose a bikini so I got tan lines on my chest as well. I also explored the library reading alot about sexual needs, desires. I even met that wierd guy that had pink hair. Her name is Dana. He is a total sissy who's wife sent him to camp whenever she went on vacation with one of her lovers. He had not even seen his wide naked ever. He was there to please her lovers if they wished. We hung out alot. The day before I was set to leave Stephanie was coming to escort me home I got pink strip in my blonde hair, I was hoping Stephanie liked it.

"I love it" Stephanie told me kissing me. She immediately took me to her cabin. Where I licked and sucked her everywhere. When I was done she just laid on the bed smiling.

"That was amazing" she told me.

"Sweety I got you a kind of graduation present" she sat me down and handed me a jewelry box it was a set of diamond earrings. She didn't wait for an answer she pieced my ears with a needle right then and there.

"I also bought you all kinds of new clothes, but I like you to wear this for me now" she told me and pulled out a pink satin nightie and panties that said Stephanie's bitch on the ass. I got dressed as I did she had put on a dildo harness. She bent me over and fucked me. It was only a few minutes before she got tired. So she had me straddle her and ride her cock. As we laid there in bliss of the greatest sex ever. We fell asleep. When we woke it was dark.

"let's go for a walk" she said. My curfew didn't apply if I was with her so I got dressed. Ms Stephanie watched as I slid on a tiny pink thong. I added a pantyliner. Then a pair of black boots shorts. And a pink camp spaghetti strap tee shirt. And open toed sandels.

"It's chilly you might get cold" she told me I grabbed my camp pink oversized hoody that came down like it was a short dress. Ms Stephanie slid on plain white panties jeans and a flannel shirt. Didn't even bother with a bra and boots. I held her hand as we walked out into the dark. The trail was lit. But I heard rustling in the bushes and held her hand tighter.

"It's okay sweety, no reason to be scared" she reassured me with a smile. We walked on.

"You look amazing by the way" she told me. "They tell me you lost almost 15 pounds" Ms Stephanie said. I had not even realized it until I had to ask for smaller clothes. My strick diet and exercise program was sternly in forced.

"Thank you Ms Stephanie" I replied blushing a bit. Her hand grabbed my ass.

"So tell me about what happened after Mr Terry helped you after I left last week?" She said slowing and making me look at her.

"You gropped him?" She asked with a strange look. I wasn't sure if she was mad or surprised.

"I thought" I fell silent

"You will never try and initiate anything intimate with anyone ever again" she told me. "If he had wanted you to suck his cock he would of told you to" she told me.

"I am sorry Ms Stephanie. You are right" I said my voice shaking.

"Would you like to have a man take you, it is a very amazing experience to have a man inside of you" Ms Stephanie explained

"I just, it was kinda just caught up in the moment" stumbling over my words.

"You really liked my strapon" Ms Stephanie pointed out. I blushed deep red and nodded. We where headed towards the music. As we entered the cabin looked like staff was just unwinding from the day.

We where welcomed in Ms Stephanie was offered a drink. She allowed me some apple juice. She danced with several staff members while I stood and watched.

"Why don't you go back to my cabin and wait for me in bed little one. You must be exhausted" Ms Stephanie told me as she went back to dancing with Mr Frank the lifeguard. Mr Terry offered to escort me back after she laughed that I was afraid of the chipmunks.

Mr Terry walked me back I held his hand the whole way.

"Mr Terry I like to thank you. You looking after me in my time here" I said.

"Paulie it has been a treat" he smiled. I stretched up and kissed his cheek. Only after did I think it strange. Should I of offered a hand shake.

"I hope you come back to visit us soon" he told me as I rushed inside and turned on the light.

Ms Stephanie woke me when she came in.

"You are officially a cuckold.ihad noidea how much i needed a real man " she said kissing me. She already was naked as she straddled my face. I sucked a man's cum out of her swollen pussy. "That's your friend Terry you're tasting. Are you jealous that he didn't fuck you?" She giggled. And told me she gave Frank a blow job as well. "I gobbled up every drop. I never ever let you cum in my mouth have i" she was obviously tipsy. She collapsed when I finished I tucked her in and cuddled up with her as she slept.

We left in the morning. We had a 3 hour wait time at the train station. Ms Stephanie decided we would explore the town. It wasn't very big moreover a tourist way station to the mountains. Stephanie puller me into a tattoo parlor. She talked to the artist briefly showing him something on her phone. Then called me over. I was confused neither of us had ever even mentioned a tattoo.

"Paulie"ms Stephanie called me overthe artist had me lay on my back he had Stephanie approve the design when he stenciled it and for the next hour I laid there as I got a tattoo. I was worried since she had him make it on my lower back like it was a tramp stamp. When he was finished I saw the three rings of a chastity cuckold, hot wife, and a bull. I cried as we got on the train, this was my life now, this is who I would be. Ms Stephanie held me.

"It's just the last of that fake male ego leaving your body sweety" she told me. "Just think what mom will think when we get home" .

This made me think of our friends. My parents and brother. What would they all think. I had pink hair and purple sculped finger nails. This made me cry even more.

To be continued

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I'm Gonna Love You Through It

Pairing: JoeQuinnxFemReader

Summary: Request

You have family issues and they've cropped up so you've been hiding in your room from everyone. Joe thinks you're sick so he shows up with chicken soup and to comfort you.

18+

You lay in bed, where you had been all day. Getting up, facing the day, trying to do anything…it all just felt far too exhausting. You hated yourself when you got like this but every time you had to deal with your family it led here, to you in bed unable to function as you tried to claw your way from the dark place they sent you.

You had thought about calling your boyfriend, Joe, but you’d only been dating a few months and you didn’t want to subject him to this side of you. What if it scared him? What if he decided he was better off not being attached to someone who broke down after a simple phone call. He’d just said he loved you. This would change that real quick.

You knew how this went. No one in your life had ever truly loved you. You’d always had to jump through hoops to earn love. It was never just given. The problem was every single time you thought you were crossing the finish line, that line got erased and moved farther away. Nothing you did was ever enough. Everything was always your fault.

Of course it was. When you met Joe, you’d been so swept away by him completely. Those soft brown eyes that pulled you right in, those full lips that were so delicious pressed against yours, those curls with that one rogue curl that always fell over his forehead. He was perfect, but you’d been keeping him at arm’s length, terrified to let him in completely, to give him the power to destroy you as others had. You’d been terrified to let him really see you because…you hated what you saw. How could he not? When he’d said those words the other night, you’d felt the anxiety building within you because you knew the truth. You were unlovable. You’d been reminded of that your entire life.

A knock at your front door stirred you from your morose thoughts. You turned your face into your pillow, hoping whoever it was would go away when you didn’t answer. Your body didn’t have enough strength to get up and open the door and your brain definitely didn’t have the capacity for a conversation with anyone.

“Darling!” Joe’s voice called and a whimper escaped your lips at the sound of his voice. All you wanted was his arms around you, that sweet British accent whispering assuring words in your ear, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let him see you like this. “Come on, love, I know you’re in there. I was worried because you haven’t been answering the phone. Janice said you called off work the last couple of days because you weren’t feeling well. I brought you chicken soup. I just want to take care of you.”

You pulled the comforter over your head, wishing you could drown out that honeyed voice, his words that were dripping through all the empty, hollow places within you. How did he do that? How did his mere presence just shine light in all the dark places? But no, you couldn’t let him in. You hadn’t showered in three days. You’d been lying in your dark cave, curtains drawn to block out all light. You couldn’t imagine how awful you must look right now.

“Sweetheart, are you going to let me in?” he asked, knocking again. “Come on, I don’t care if you’re not feeling well. Let me nurse you back to health.”

You stayed silent, barely breathing, silently wishing for him to abandon this plan and leave. Your whole body lay still, terrified to move, to give away the fact that you were in here. You had no idea how you would explain ignoring him, but that was a problem for another day. You couldn’t focus on that right now. You had to get your shit together before you faced him again.

A slow sigh escaped your lips as silence greeted you. He was gone. Your weakness and instability remained a secret. Just as you were closing your eyes, you let out a scream as a loud bang echoed through the room. Sitting up quickly, you turned your head to find Joe climbing in through your bedroom window.

“What the hell, Joe?” you exclaimed, eyes wide with terror and shock at this man just breaking into your house.

He paused, tupperware in his hand, and offered you the sweetest, contrite smile. Holding up the tupperware, he looked back at the window and then at you.

“Okay, I know this might seem a bit extreme, but you weren’t answering me, darling. I was worried. What if you were so sick that you couldn’t get out of bed or needed to go to hospital? I thought of breaking the door, but I didn’t want to cause damage so I decided to try the window and well, here I am.” He shrugged, holding the soup out to you. “Chicken soup for you. I made it myself. My mum always made me some when I was sick and so I thought…I don’t know. I thought it might make you feel better.”

You took in the sight of this man, this sweet man who’d broken into your place just because he wanted to bring you soup and make sure you were okay. Not only that, but he’d made the chicken soup himself. Jesus, he was the most precious man. You wanted to break your walls down and let him in but it was so difficult. You’d been hurt in the past, every time you’d decided to break a little piece of your wall and allow someone to sneak through, you paid for it deeply.

Joe walked over, sitting down on the bed next to you. He set the soup on your nightstand and then stretched out beside you. His arms wound around you, pulling you against him and you melted into his warmth, burying your face against his shirt, inhaling the scent of him, feeling it loosen all the tight spaces that had knotted within you over the last few days.

“So, what is it, darling?” he asked, his palm rubbing circles over your back. “Upset stomach? Cold? Flu? What is ailing my sweet girl?”

“I…uh…” You had no idea what to say. How could you explain that what was ailing you had nothing to do with your body but with your mind and your heart? You considered lying but this man who had gone so far out of his way to care for you deserved better than that. “I’m not actually sick.”

“You’re not?” he asked, no judgment in his tone, just concern. “Then what is it? What has you so down?”

“Joseph…I…shit,” you muttered. You really didn’t want to have to share this with him. Once you told him, would he see you the same way your family did? As expendable? As worthless? As someone who didn’t deserve love?

“Hey, love, look at me,” Joe urged, his knuckle pressing under your chin, raising your face so your eyes met his. “You can tell me anything. I love you. I told you that. There is nothing you should ever be scared to share with me. I just want to be here for you, darling.”

You released a slow breath, “It’s just family bullshit. I try not to deal with them as much as I can. I left when I was nineteen and I avoided them at all costs. I’m basically estranged from them. But sometimes, shit happens, and I have to deal with them. It always fucks with my head. My whole life…” You paused, swallowing down the lump of tears that had lodged in your throat. “My whole life, I’ve never been good enough. I’ve felt like I was the expendable member of my family. I always had to earn love but nothing I did was ever enough. Every time I thought I had the game figured out, they would change the rules. And every time that I have to talk to them, they remind me how unlovable, how unworthy, I really am.”

“Oh my darling, you are anything but unloveable. You are the most loveable person I know,” Joe assured, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You are so worthy and anyone who doesn’t see that, who missed out on the chance to have you as a part of their life, that’s their loss.”

“That’s sweet, but…”

“No buts,” he stated firmly, taking your face in his hands. “You listen to me. You are beautiful. You are kind. You are intelligent. You are strong. I’ve always thought you were strong but now I know how very strong you are for getting through what you’ve gone through and still being open to love. You haven’t shut down. You haven’t hidden from the world or become jaded and nasty. You are more than worthy, my love. You are exemplary. You are a wonder.”

Tears stung your eyes and you nibbled on your bottom lip as you took in his words. Could it be true? Could someone as perfect as Joe actually see all of that in you? Could you be worthy? Could the problem be them and not actually you? You wanted to believe it more than anything.

“My poor, sweet, beautiful girl,” he whispered, pressing gentle kisses against your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks. “I am so sorry that your family are a bunch of bloody idiots, but know that I see you and I value you and I am so thankful that you chose me. I know how very lovable you are because I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Need unlike anything you’d ever known pulsed through you. The need to be as close to this man as possible, to feel his love for you, to feel like you were as worthy as he told you that you were.

Crawling over top of him, you smashed your lips against his in a frenzy of lust and need. Joe groaned, his arms coming around you, crushing you against him. You parted his lips with your tongue, sucking on his tongue and then your tongues were warring against each other in a frenzy of chaotic desire.

“Too many clothes. I need your skin on mine,” you muttered, your fingers working at the buttons of his shirt, pressing the material away from his chest. Joe sat up so you could pull the sleeves down his arms and toss the shirt. You make quick work of your own shirt before collapsing against him, your mouth finding his again.

“Damn darling,” Joe hissed as your mouth blazed a fiery trail over his skin, savoring every delectable inch of him that your lips could find.

He sat up, his hand cupping the back of your neck and bringing your lips to his, his kiss setting a fire in your belly that needed to be quenched with an unsettling urgency. His mouth fell upon your breasts, working one nipple and then the other until you were writhing, desperately rubbing yourself against him in an attempt to find relief that would not come until you’d done away with the rest of these clothes.

“Joe…” you groaned, moving off him to pull your sweats and panties down in one swift movement. “Pants…get your pants off now.”

“Oh…uh, yeah,” he nodded, hastily pushing them away. “But darling, don’t you want me to…”

“No, no time,” you argued, straddling him again. “I need you now.” You gripped his cock, holding it in place as you lowered yourself over him, your eyes rolling back at the feel of him stretching you in the delicious way only he had ever done.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, raising his knees so you could rest against them. You grabbed the back of his neck, using it as leverage as you moved your body against his, both of you moaning at the sweet relief of your bodies being joined. “Love, that’s so bloody good. Don’t stop my sweet girl.”

Oh, you had no intentions to. Your body was vibrating with the feel of him inside you, this angle allowing him to hit that sweet spot that always sent you over the edge. His hand slid between your bodies, his thumb working over your clit and you whimpered, your head falling back.

“Oh Joe! Yes baby. Fuck,” you muttered, your hips moving at a frenzied pace, rocking against his cock and his hand, your body desperate for the sweet release only Joe’s body could give you.

“Look at you,” he growled, gripping your hip with his other hand as he lifted his hips to meet yours, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through your ears. “Tell me this isn’t a worthy fucking woman. You are a warrior. You are fierce and sexy and gorgeous and…Jesus!”

At his words, your orgasm crashed upon you, your body convulsing with the relief you felt, everything you’d been feeling the last few days just seeping out of you. You shrieked in ecstasy and as your body spasmed around him, you felt Joe follow, filling you with his release.

Your entire body shook, completely spent with adrenaline and pent up emotion that you’d finally let flow through you. The tears you’d been fighting since he’d come through your window began spilling down your cheeks and you fell forward, burying your face against his neck. Joe’s arms instinctively came around you, cradling you close, him still inside you.

“Oh darling,” he murmured against your hair, one hand coming to cradle the back of your head. “It’s alright. You let it out. I’m here for you. Just, let me clean up and then…”

“No,” you replied, shaking your head. “Can we just stay like this for a bit? Please? I just…I want to feel as connected to you as I can. I want to feel…I don’t know, like I am a part of something.”

“My love, you are,” Joe assured, his lips pressing against the top of your head. “You are a part of us. You are a part of me, and I am not going anywhere ever. We can sit like this for as long as you want. I am never going to complain about having my cock nestled snugly inside you. Your pussy is his home, you know?”

You laughed softly, looking up and kissing him. “I know I didn’t say it the other night. I’m sorry. It’s just…love has always been a complicated thing for me. It always came with strings and I…”

“Shh,” he said, pressing his finger to your lips. “I said it because I felt it at that moment. You don’t have to say anything until you’re ready.”

“But I do feel it, and I am ready,” you said. “Joe, I love you. And that scares the shit out of me. It does. Because loving you means that I have so much more to lose, but it doesn’t change how I feel. And, if I didn’t know before tonight, I know now with absolute certainty that you’re worth the risk.”

That smile, that warm smile that made all your insides as gooey as the marshmallow in the middle of a s’more crossed his lips and you couldn’t help but smile back. Those big puppy dog eyes looked at you with such affection that you could believe, at that moment, that this could be different. He could just love you. No games, no strings, no ultimatums. Just simple and pure.

“Hey, who needs your family? Just because they’re blood doesn’t make them family. You and me? We can be a family. We can create the kind of family you’ve always deserved,” Joe said and you swallowed hard as the sentiment behind his words settled in.

“You really think about that stuff with me?”

“Oh darling,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve been thinking about those things from the moment our eyes met. I know what I want and I am not saying we have to rush anything, but I promise you, I will spend my life making sure you know how very worthy and loved you are.”

You tucked yourself against this man, thinking he was absolutely perfect. How could one man be so fucking exquisite? You were one lucky girl and regardless of what you’d been through in the past, if it ended with a life shared with Joe, then everything was going to be okay.

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