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cowboydisaster · 8 months

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could you write a fic about simon and a reader who is going through withdrawals? Sorry if that's not real specific, you can take it in what ever direction you please. Thank you

Hope

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! reader word count: 2k summary: Simon helps you get through withdrawals, offering you hope in the darkest point of your life. a/n: heed the warnings please!!!! I cried a good bit while writing this. You're never alone my friends, and there is always hope. Always. (p.s. there is a mention of wanting children in this fic, so keep that in mind. p.p.s why does tumblr destroy my image quality, it makes me sad.) warnings: opioid addiction, withdrawals, addiction, emetophobia, illness masterlist

"Si-Simon, I can't do this. I'm n-not strong enough." You whimper, clammy hands gripping onto his shirt with every pathetic ounce of strength that you can muster. Your voice is hoarse, throat thick with mucus and body covered in a stale cold sweat that soaks through your oversized t-shirt. Simon has never seen you so weak, so frail in his arms.

He's seen you take down men twice your size, clear rooms with more than ten enemies. You've faced countless opponents, broken through endless physical and mental barriers, but in the end, the one thing you couldn't defeat was the pills.

If you'd known you were trading your life away when you were handed the bottle, you never would have taken it in the first place.

"For the pain." The doctor had said, "Just until this gunshot wound clears up."

Only it didn't. Before you even realized it, your body was already addicted. You craved the numbness that the damned capsules gave you, the release from the endless pain that singed your nerves day and night. You couldn't give them up. You tried– but the sickness that came when you stopped– you were sure it would kill you.

Simon didn't know what to do. You lied, you kept him at a distance, never fully explaining to him what was going on. He didn't realize how bad it was. He tried not to pry, or to push you, but Simon put his foot down when he found you on the bathroom floor unconscious, a bottle of pills on the counter, half empty. His words reverberated in your ears, a harsh warning that he wouldn't watch you kill yourself.

"You have to get clean, Y/N." He'd said from a place of love, but you couldn't help but crumble under his judgment, "I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore. You 'ave to sober up."

So here you are, a heap in Simon's lap, the both of you intertwined on the bathroom floor as you fight the overwhelming illness that accompanies withdrawals. Everything you've survived: loss, wounds, torture– it pales in comparison to the misery you're experiencing now. You refused to go to a detox center, not wanting to lose your position in the Task Force. You promised Simon that you'd let him drive you to the hospital if things got bad, but you want to do this at home.

Bile rises from your stomach, lingering in the back of your throat as you gag. Immediately, Simon pulls your hair back into his fist, and helps to position you over the toilet.

You dry heave, gagging on air as both of your cold hands grip the toilet bowl. Your wedding band glints in the dim bathroom light, bringing another layer of anguish to your already broken soul.

He shouldn't have to deal with this.

"Easy, love. Get it all out. I've got you." Simon coos as your stomach aches and flips, desperate to rid itself of any contents. Only you haven't been able to eat, so nothing comes up but painful bursts of air. You gasp and heave, collapsing back against Simon and erupting into loud sobs. Your bones ache as you fall onto his chest, and his hands hover over your form, unsure on how to hold you without shattering you even further.

"I can't– I can't! Simon, please! Please. I'm going to die. M' gonna die–" You panic, "I'm not strong enough. You know that I'm not." You plead, begging for the substance that he has already flushed down the drain, your mind refuses to believe that it's actually gone.

Simon's previously unbreakable heart manages to crack, and he wishes more than anything to carry the burden of your suffering. You're his wife, and it's his job to take the weight off your shoulders, but he can't do this for you. He can, however, be with you every step of the way. You showed him a new way of living, a way to do more than just survive. You've shown him love when he was undeserving of it. It's unbearable for him to see you, such a beam of light, in so much pain.

"Look at me, baby. Look at me." Simon holds your face until your eyes meet his. Those chestnut colored irises hold your attention– the same ones you looked into as you read your vows, as you suffered pain, and loss, felt love and lust. They've watched after you through everything.

"You can do this, yeah? You're the strongest person I know. Stronger than any other soldier in the Task Force, stronger than me. If anyone can beat this, it's you." Simon reassures.

Your face crumples when you realize he's firm in his decision. You shake your head, clammy palms coming to rest against your face.

"Please, Simon." You beg once again. Your body is trembling like a leaf held against the wind, cold wraps around your bones suffocatingly, squeezing every ounce of comfort from your being and leaving you high and dry. Pure, unadulterated suffering.

"Come 'ere." Simon whispers, standing up from the tile floor and scooping you into his arms. He hooks his arms under your head and knees before carrying you into the bedroom.

The soft bed dips under your shared weight as Simon lays down with you, his body wrapping around your own like a perfect puzzle piece. He pulls your back to his chest, letting you use his tattooed arm as a pillow. Your sobs quiet down to muffled whimpers as you shake lightly, wishing you could go back in time, solve this before it became a problem.

Father time has never been merciful though, has he?

"Blanket or no?" Simon asks. You nod your head quickly.

"Yes, it's so cold. I'm so cold." Your teeth chatter lightly as you reiterate. Simon pulls the thick comforter over your forms, tucking it in around the edges as he adjusts behind you.

An hour ago you were burning up, stripping off your clothes and sobbing at the heat clawing its way through your body like some sort of fiery plague. He'd put you in a cool bath, checking your temperature probably more often than what was necessary.

You shake and writhe, whimpers and groans of agony slipping past your lips every once in a while. It's killing Simon to see you like this. Every ounce of light has drained from your eyes, the life has seeped from your pores, replaced with the lingering disease of addiction. He misses your laughter, your smile. It could light up a room. You've gotten the boys through many dark days. You were the sunshine of the Task Force. Failed missions, loss, heartache, no matter how bad things got, your optimism never ceased. Not until recently, anyhow.

"We'll get there again." Simon tells himself like a mantra in his head,"She'll get better."

He's personally seeing that you do. He won't allow you the pills to take hold of you, he'll fight. He's seen more soldiers die from pills than bullets. He won't let you meet that fate, he won't.

He can't lose you.

The room is covered with a calm silence, only the sound of your quick breathing to let him know you're still alive. Simon is quiet as well, and you drown in the silence, hoping for any kind of distraction to pull you away from your unending misery. You can feel yourself giving up, wanting nothing more than to slip into old habits. You slip your eyes shut, opening them only once a voice rumbles in your ear.

"I was thinking… when you're better we'll get a bigger house." Simon quietly blurts out from behind you.

A wrinkle forms in between your brows, and you crane your neck to look at him. You're sure he's trying to distract you, coming up with random conversation to keep your mind off of the present. When you look back, his gaze is far away, fixed on something on the far wall. A small smile graces his uncovered lips– he's been keeping the mask off at home recently, you've noticed. There is a light in his eyes, a light that you used to think would never grace the eyes of Simon Riley.

"What? Why would we need a bigger house?" You ask with a small chuckle. He's succeeding in his distraction, you realize.

His eyes flicker down to yours, hand gripping onto your waist as you turn towards him in curiosity. Your eyelids are heavy, another wave of exhaustion coming over you.

"For the little ones." Simon responds.

He says it on a breath. He says it so plainly, so effortlessly, that tears immediately well in your eyes. He's never responded to your questions about children– usually shutting down or ignoring the topic wholly. Your lip wobbles, and he runs his thumb over the cracked skin.

"Ch-children?" You ask, a new sense of hope filling your being. A new reason to fight– to get clean. Children. A family.

"A girl, with your eyes…" Simon chuckles, "Probably with your attitude too."

You laugh at that, tears slipping down your cheeks in landing on his hand that cups your face.

"Maybe a boy. Hopefully he gets your features n' not my ugly mug." Simon huffs.

"What changed…?" You ask, wincing as a wave of nausea pulses through your body. Simon's eyes go wide for a second, and his grip tightens on you, ready in an instant to carry you back into the bathroom if you need. The pain passes and you shake your head, signaling that you're okay. Immediately, he relaxes. It's quiet for a moment as Simon traces his thumb over your paper thin skin.

"A dog, a new house, babies, anything you want. I'll give you anything you want, just get better for me, baby." Simon pleads, a hint of vulnerability tracing his words. It's one of only a few times he's begged you.

"I don't want a future without you in it. I want my wife. I want our kids terrorizing the place, I want to get old and retire the Force with you. Hell, I'd turn in my letter of resignation today if you asked, just please, fight for me, love."

The tears are falling freely now, you don't try to stop them. Guilt fills your being at the realization of everything you've put your husband through for the past few months. Through it all, he's never left your side. He's still here. Kissing closed your wounds, and promising to plant flowers in their place.

A soft kiss is pressed to your forehead before amber eyes peek down at you through blonde eyelashes. You chew on your lip, a bad habit.

Your resolve is set, and even though your body shrieks for the opposite, you'll get through this. You have to.

You have Sunday mornings to look forward to, lazily pouring Simon a cup of tea in his favorite mug. You have a house to buy, with two bedrooms instead of one. Dragging Simon through the shops and picking out all the different onesies he'll let you bring home. You have walks through the park to go on. You have to pick up takeout on Simon's late nights at work. You have to sit on his desk while you share an entree and talk to him until he forgets about the paperwork he's supposed to be doing. So many little actions to go through, little memories to make. You can't give it up. You won't.

There is so much to fight for, so much to hope for, all given to you by the man before you. Tears sting your eyes again as you finally speak up.

"I promise you, Simon. I'll fight. For us, I will."

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scarsrealm · 4 months

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survival instincts. | yandere!leon scott kennedy.

CHAPTER ONE - THE MAN HUNGERS..

tw: yandere leon, swearing, obsession, inaccurate leon, possessiveness, brief mention of sexual content, etc.

(let’s act like leon was in the D.S.O at this time)

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December 18th, 2004

11:45 pm

Leon’s eyes were glued to your window, he watched as you slept peacefully in your bed. He bit his lip, imagining he was there, lying next to you, holding you, kissing you, making you feel pleasures that no man could ever do to you. You were his colleague at the D.S.O, you both didn’t talk much unless it was to share intel and only for a brief moment.

He would admire you from a distant, wishing you were his. He knew that you would be his one day, but he didn’t know when. So, following you around was just gonna have to do until he was able to get real close to you. He had been doing this for already a few weeks and each time he looked at you, his hunger and desire for you became more and more stronger.

You were turning in your sleep and his heart couldn’t help but flutter at your movements. It was so simple and yet to him it was adorable and admirable. Anything you did was worth watching and entertaining. He yearned so badly to be in the bed with you, the things he would do to you..just you and him, no one else.

But it had started to get late, Leon decided it was time to leave, unfortunately. He took one last glance at you before slowly walking away from your house, going towards his car. As he was driving, he couldn’t help but think of the same image of you laying on your bed, sleeping, so purely. It was just a thought of you but it made him excited, too excited.

He gripped his steering wheel tighter, his knuckles becoming white as his pants were feeling a little tight. No, no, not..now. He needed to hold back his urges. He had to wait until he was home, alone, where no one could watch him and his fantasies about you.

As he finally arrived home, the first thing he did was go to in the shower and relieve his stress. He wanted to get it done with, so he could get a good night's sleep, because tomorrow was gonna be a busy day for him.

He stripped down to nothing, then walked over to his shower and turned it on, the water was warm enough, but not too hot. Once he stepped inside, he sighed softly, letting the water run down his body, relaxing him. His thoughts quickly turned back to you, and his hands wandered to his lower region, slowly stroking himself, thinking of you.

He bit his lip hard as his hand moved faster and faster, the feeling of you being in his grasp was too good to let go of. No, this is pathetic..but how could he resist? He could imagine the way your voice sounded as he pleasured you, the way your mouth would hang open as your eyes would roll back in ecstasy, and the way your face would contort into a pleasure filled expression as you reached your peak. Stop, stop, stop..you're thinking about her, you're getting off to her. You're disgusting.

He stopped touching himself and just stood there, the water still pouring down on him, his hands gripping the shower walls. “Fuck..” he muttered under his breath. This is bad. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it was all so confusing. It was all too confusing and too overwhelming. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. He didn't know how to make it stop.

And even if he could, he wouldn't. You were too perfect for him. You were the first person who had ever sparked something within him. But that part of him knew that it was wrong to be having these thoughts and desires for her. He had never had those sorts of feelings towards women before, and now all of a sudden, you came into his life and everything had changed.

You were beautiful and intelligent, and he loved the way you smiled and laughed, and the way you always looked so serious when you were working. And when you wore that black bodysuit with that blue jacket, you were just irresistible. He had always admired how strong you were, and how you didn't let anything stand in your way. You were a true warrior, and he wanted to fight by your side, protect you, and show you that he would always be there for you.

But the thought of losing you was the one thing that made him hesitate. The thought of not being able to see you anymore, or talk to you, or touch you. He wouldn't let that happen. No, he would make sure that no matter what, you would always be his. No one could take you away from him, and no one would. He wouldn't allow it.

Leon had always had a strong sense of justice and a strong moral code. But when it came to you, all that went out the window. He would do anything to keep you by his side. And if anyone got in the way, he would eliminate them without hesitation.

He would stop at nothing to have you all to himself. But then he thought for a moment. I..I follow her, this isn’t a good thing to do, I need to stop. But he ignored his conscience and just continued his fantasies about you.

It was just so easy to get lost in the feeling of having you near him, that false feeling of knowing that he was the one who made you smile and laugh and blush. It was just so easy to imagine what it would be like if you were his and only his.

He had to stop thinking about you. This was beginning to get out of hand. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had never felt this way about someone before, and it scared him. He didn't want to hurt you, or put you in any kind of danger. He was supposed to be protecting you, not fantasizing about you.

But it was just so hard not to. You were so beautiful, and smart, and funny, and strong, and caring. You were the whole package, and he just couldn't get enough of you. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. And he didn’t think he’ll be able to stop anytime soon.

He finally finished up and turned off the shower, stepping out and grabbing his towel. He dried himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist. He was exhausted, but he had to get ready for work tomorrow. There was a small chance he was going to be working with you, and he wanted to make a good impression.

He has a lot of things to do tomorrow, and he wanted to get started early. He had a lot of paperwork to catch up on, and he wanted to make sure everything was in order before the mission. But he was going to try and keep his focus on his work, and not on the fact that you were going to be right there beside him.

He would have to keep himself in check, and not let his thoughts wander to you. It was going to be hard, but he was determined to do it.

He finished drying himself and headed to his bedroom, changing into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He laid down in bed and tried to get some rest. He had a long day ahead of him, and he wanted to be prepared. But he knew that it was going to be a struggle.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, and the more he thought about you, the more he wanted you.

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a/n: just a small prologue to post..there’s probably a lot of errors, I might delete this later and redo it, depending how I feel about it.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #resident evil 4 #re4 #yandere leon kennedy #resident evil 4 leon #re4make #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfic

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thegoblinboy · 11 months

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Never Say Die

You are here | part two | part three | part four

I can’t get this concept out of my head steve being a prisoner instead of hopper and coming back home.

Steve sat in the back of the car, unsure what to expect. Six months. Six months he hasn’t seen his friends, who he considered to be his family if anything. He wished he could say that it had been six months since the last time he seen his parents but that would be a lie. Strange how he could place the date and times when he last seen his real family but yet he didn’t know when he last seen his parents. It was a chilling thought. He doesn’t remember being this nervous about seeing his parents for the first time in a long, long time.

Then again this was under different circumstances. Last time he seen Dustin, Robin and Erica it had looked like he had died. The last time he seen Hopper and Joyce, both of them had been trying to reach them from god knows where with their own personal Russian translator. Now, when he steps out of this car his new life will begin. One that was much different compared to before he “died”.

He was stunned if anything. He doesn’t know how he survived. He had thought the torture he had endured at star court, tied to a chair was bad. Little did he know, the Russians got very creative in their homeland. His body sometimes still aches from his time there. Though, he’s been through hell and back nothing was more scarier then seeing his family again. What if they were different, what if they didn’t want him back? All questions that were bothering him. All questions that disappear the the second he he sees all of the kids gathered together in a drive way. Smiling and laughing as they all help the Byers unpack their boxes into a nicer home then what they had lived in before.

He smiles to himself. He’s unsure if they were told he was coming. He stops the agent in front of him from stepping out. To break the moment he was watching. Lucas was laughing as he carefully holds one hand on the back of Max’s back. Crutches under her armpits as she leans on on foot. Her other leg in a cast, along with one of her wrists. Both of them talking to each other in a way that told him they made it through the little dispute from six months ago. Off to the right of them, stepping out of the van carrying boxes was Jonathan. Handing them to Nancy, who was smiling brightly up at him. Mouth moving as she talked. Next to them, in a bean bag sat a boy with long silky hair. Obviously stoned off his ass as he wore a button down shirt eating pizza. Steve wanted to hear some of what they were saying, he pulls his window down just a smidge to catch Jonathan laughing.

“You know, the pizza was supposed to motivate you helping us carry our stuff in.” Hes looking at the other with a smirk. Steve chuckles softly to himself before his eyes move over seeing Will sitting on the hood of a car. Talking to El, who seemed to have lost all process in her hair growth. Both of them huddled together and talking with serious expressions. Both of their faces cracking into smiles when Mike comes walking over to them. There’s something awkward going on there but it seemed like they were all friends.

The front door of the house opens further, and Steve’s heart stops. Breathing not in his dictionary anymore as he watches Robin Buckley walk out with flying hands. God it was so her, though what takes him by surprise was the fact she was wearing his letterman jacket. How the hell she got a hold of it was beyond him. Then again Dustin must have told her where the key of his house was hidden. Let her in and it warms his heart in a way that doesn’t even make sense to know she wanted something that was his. Her hair is in a Bob and she’s yelling at someone. That someone showing his presence, walking out behind her. Steve’s in a near heart attack and near tears when he sees Henderson walking out with a cap on. Hair styled in the way that he had showed him, a hat firmly placed on the top of his head. Mouth moving a mile per minute. Talking right back to Robin. Even from here Steve knew the kid was being obnoxious.

“Come on Robin. It’s not that bad, right Eddie.” The boy turns. Looking for confirmation from Eddie the freak Munson. And Steve really shouldn’t be that shocked that Dustin would find a friend in a drug dealer. If there was trouble in Hawkins, Henderson sure as hell would find it. Steve’s about to freak out, but stops when he sees the amused look on the metal heads face. His hair was much longer then what he remembered it being.

“Sorry dude. Im with Robbie on this one.” Eddie moves a hand playfully moving the others head on his shoulders. None of them noticing the suspicious car on the other side of the street. Next came Joyce, whose hand was wrapped tightly in Hoppers. That was not a shock to see at all. Both of them laughing as they look around at the children. Like Steve had.

As expected, Hoppers eyes land on the car. His face going a bright red as he lets go of Joyce’s hand. Storming forward catching everyone’s attention. Breaking the peace as he looks like he’s ready to kill someone. “Get the hell away from my property. Don’t need the god damn government spying on my daughter. Last warning, next time I’ll -“ his words die in his throat as Steve steps out of the car. Hoppers back blocking the view of everyone behind him.

Steve looks at him with a amused look, holding his side. Body still recovering from his stint in another country. “Wow, nice welcoming home gift hopper.” He laughs. Coughing a little from the bruised rib. Though the bruised rib is nearly the least of his worries as Hopper pulls him into a bear hug.

“Never got a chance to thank you for saving Joyce and the kids. Considering the fact you fucking died.” Hopper gruffly rasps. “Everyone’s going to freak you know.” He warns.

“I know.” Steve says softly. Stepping back with a tight smile.

“Hopper what’s going on?” Joyce is now walking over. Obviously warning the kids to go inside. All of them complaining and bickering as they do. Steve could hear them. Her face pulls into a shocked expression when she sees Steve. “Oh my god.” She gasps as she moves nearly tackling him.

“What is it mom?” Jonathan’s voice is heard from the van.

“Everyone inside now.” Joyce yells. Helping hopper hide steve from everybody. They knew that the second they all seen him, the neighbors attention would be all over them. Something that they didn’t need was for everyone talking about how a whole group of people started sobbing in the middle of the drive way. That and Steve Harrington was supposed to be dead. Word got around, that was all they would need.

When he hears the front door closing Joyce finally looks at him. Looks right through him actually. “Oh god what did they do to you.” She sounded in pain as her hand cups his face. All of them still standing in the middle of the road. Only remembering where they were when a car try’s coming through. Hopper quickly thinks as he pulls off his ugly Hawaiian shirt. Quickly tossing it over Steve’s head. Who starts to gag.

“Oh my god you stink. I shared a cell with a guy who had stomach issues and you somehow stink more then our toilet.” He gags, being dragged up the driveway. Letting Joyce’s hand wrap around his as she moves him to what he assumes is the front door.

“Shut up-“ hopper rasps out.

“Honey, everyone’s going to freak out. Are you ready for this?” Joyce sounded like she was crying herself. Hand shaking in his. Steve felt like his world was just beginning again. Rotating, revolving whatever the earth does. It was happening again for him.

“Yeah.. yeah I’m ready.”

Im thinking about doing a part two though I’m unsure. If I did write more, it would be eventual Steddie. I don’t know if I should though 😭 should I?

#eventual steddie #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #Steve harrington went to Russia instead #Steve harrington was tortured #Robin is about to freak out #so many happy tears will be occurring

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 months

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Skelles with a partner with ADHD

imagine, s/o wonders if they forgot something and realizes they're shaking, and then says "oh that's right, I forgot to eat". I think this scenario with Oak would be interesting, I imagine them talking and they say "what were we talking about?" and Oak "I don't remember either"

This post is for all my ADHD pals (myself included). Some of these might or might have not happened in real life lol.

Undertale Sans - That's the second time you come back home because you forgot something. He's waiting just behind the door with all your missing things and puts them in your arms. He's so used to it with Papyrus than it's quite normal.

Undertale Papyrus - How are you surviving. You were going to go to the grocery store when you both saw flashing pretty colours on a shop facade. That's ten minutes you're just staring at the pretty colours now, hypnotized. By the time you finally get tired of this, you completely forgot what you were doing, it's dark outside and all the shops are closed. Well, shit. Guess you're eating in a restaurant outside because the fridge is empty.

Underswap Sans - You were driving and got distracted, and now you're both somehow in the middle of a random forest with no idea where you're supposed to go. Blue is slowly losing in mind, and eventually, he can't take it anymore. He bursts the door open and starts running at full speed in the forest, just screaming, to calm down. You try to follow him, but then you can't find the road back to the car and decided to just sit on a rock and wait :')

Underswap Papyrus - That's the third time he whines now. Like a puppy. You're focus on a video game for three hours now. He's invisible now. Not only it's his video game in the first place but now he wants attention :( Please? Just a pet? :( He's sad boy.

Underfell Sans - He asked you three times if you had your keys before driving to your vacation place for three hours. In front of the house you rent, you start to pat your pockets, more and more distressed. Red stares at you. You smile apologetically at him. He takes a deep breath and walks behind the house. Then screams and throws bones into the wall. Before coming back, calm, down and telling you they're going back to fetch the keys.

Underfell Papyrus - He flicks you behind the head every time you lose focus. You said you would do your taxes and not let you get distracted. He's taking his role very seriously. He's just standing behind you, arms crossed. You can feel his breath on your neck. Do. Your. Taxes.

Horrortale Sans - So he followed you, not realizing you had no idea where you were going. Since you thought he knew where you two were supposed to go. It takes an hour and three times to pass in front of the same shop for Oak to ask where you're going. And you, just blinking back, saying you thought he knew where you were going. Awkward silence. After a while, you decide to call Willow to ask him where you two are supposed to go...

Horrortale Papyrus - You absolutely wanted to paint and nothing else, so Willow struggled to buy you art stuff in the shortest time. As soon as he gets home, you blink at him and just say "Oh I changed my mind, I like to draw now." Willow takes a deep breath, then turns around. FINE. If you won't have your painting hyperfocus now, he will because it was damn expensive and it's not going to waste.

Swapfell Sans - He's tired of watching you rambling and pacing so he just makes your soul blue and suddenly change your gravity. You fall on your stomach like a dying whale and can't move from the ground now. Nox sighs with relief. You're stressing him out, he needs a break.

Swapfell Papyrus - That's three times he calls you to eat. He grabs your book, climbs a chair, sticks it to the ceiling with super glue, and says you can have it again only after you come and eat. You obey, grumbling. You're not even hungry. You make two steps and collapse because you have actually no energy. Ah.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You keep moving in bed, randomly kicking him in your sleep as you can't keep your legs still. After one too many kicks, he hisses and bites your leg with all he has, which for sure wakes you up. Wine huffs and goes back to sleep like nothing happened. You're too in shock to even proceed what just happened.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You're fighting to know who has the less anxiety today to move your ass from the couch and go to the grocery store. None of you is ready to move and procrastinate the best you can so the other goes. Coffee tried to yeet you out with his magic but you held on to him and it didn't work. Now you're having a stare battle. You sure you will win.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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lokisprettygirl · 4 months

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Read Chapter 16 // Series Masterlist

Chapter 17

Summary : You realise that life can take a turn for the better and the worse at the same time.

Warning: 18+ Smut, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, masturbation, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, miscarriage , divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

His doctors made you all sit down and had the upsetting talk that you were dreading since you had entered the hospital.

You weren't even listening to him because your mind kept drifting towards the last conversation you had with the man you had loved all your life, that's not how you wanted to leave it behind, you didn't want that to be his last memory of you, the one that ended with anger and resentment.

You'd never be able to forgive yourself for hurting your father like that. When the doctors told you that he was stable for now but we needed to prepare ourselves for all possibilities you breathed a sigh of relief, you just wanted to lay next to him like you used to do as a child every time you had a scary nightmare and this is exactly what this felt like..A nightmare.

“Go home sweety..get your sleep and then come back “ you heard your mom's voice but shook your head in response.

“I am not going anywhere until he's up” you told her so she nodded in understanding.

“He's fine..he's conscious but he needs his rest, you heard the doctors”

You heard them all too well but you had to tell him that you loved him, as you made your way in his room he did give you a smile, that made you feel a tad better because then you were able to hold onto him and tell him how much you loved him and how much you didn't want him to leave you.

He didn't say much but he clearly expressed to you that he loved you more than anything in the world and he even jokingly asked you to not tell your mother that he had said that to you. For a moment you felt normal, the way things used to be before your world turned upside down and you were glad that you had that conversation with him before you went home that night because he didn't make the night..he didn't survive, he left your mother as a widow at such an young age and you had truly lost a parent now.

You weren't even there to see him take his last breath. When Daemon knocked on your door late at night and you saw his tear stained cheeks you knew what he was going to say and perhaps he'd have hugged you but losing a parent was one of the worst pain imaginable, he had lost both of his parents and he could imagine what you were going through in the moment.

He knew you wouldn't want to be held or touched at the moment so he just stood there and allowed you to break down on the floor, he watched you wail and cry for what felt like hours, even though it has barely been a few minutes, when he wasn't able to take it anymore he stepped inside the room and bent down on his knees to pull you into his arms.

“Take me to mama please..I need mommy” your broken cries broke his heart as well but he knew he'd have to be stronger so he could take care of you.

“I know sweetheart.. I know you do..i'll take you to her love” he whispered softly in your ear but he knew nothing could have made you feel better in that moment.. nothing.

The funeral was to be held five days later, your father had stated his wish beforehand and had asked for all the family members and relatives to be there. That included his real brother and his family. As your mum's sisters arrived you let go of your mum, perhaps that's who she really needed at the moment so you stayed in your room, numb and motionless, reality still didn't seem real. Daemon came to check on you and he brought something for you to eat every time he came but you didn't say a word to him, you couldn't.

On the day of his funeral, the rest of the family members kept showing sympathy towards you but you only felt anger towards them, none of them visited him once he had disclosed his illness with the world so their presence and tears only irked you further.

Everytime you looked at Daemon you found his eyes glued to you, he was worried about you, that you could tell. Your father had left a will behind where he stated that he was signing off the 10 percent of his shares in the company to him which in your dad's case was a fortune to handover to someone and a part of you felt relieved that he hadn't looked over everything Daemon had done for him. Rest as expected would belong to you, your mum got the mansion and he had left enough for her that she could live her whole life luxuriously without even lifting a finger of her own.

But all of that was given, what shocked you to the core was the letter he had left for both Daemon and you, a letter that stated his consent, his blessings, he wanted to tell you both that if being with each other was what brought you two happiness then he didn't want to take that away from you two and he didn't want to hurt you most of all, even during the last conversation you had with him he didn't give you an indication that he was willing to bow down to your wishes so that really came as a surprise.

As the funeral ended, everyone moved to the mansion for the dinner but you couldn't find Daemon anywhere, it's been a week since you even had a conversation with him and now that the funeral was over with you were finally able to see your reality for what it was. Your father was gone and he wasn't going to come back no matter how much you wanted things to go back to the way they were, that part of your life was over but you were still here and your mum was here and you knew you'd have to take care of her now the way he did.

Your mum had support around her in the form of her sisters and other close friends. You did as well, Rhaneyra was there for you every moment you needed her but right now you didn't need a friend, you needed your man.

When he opened his door he was still in the black suit he had on for the disposition but he had taken the jacket off,

“Are you busy?” You asked him so he gave you a small smile, very small, it would have gone unnoticed if you didn't know him as well as you did.

“Did you umm read the letter?’ you asked him so he sighed in response. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about that so soon.

“Did you?”

“Mmmhmmm..i did “ you looked down as you answered him, your fingers were fidgeting so he grabbed your hands in his and made you stop shaking, as you looked up at him his eyes were staring down at you,

“You can talk to me my sweet Pixie pup, you don't have to be alone in this, don't have to suffer alone..” your eyes welled up at the sweet sound of his voice.

“I feel guilty..i feel like i wasn't a good daughter and i feel like he was disappointed in how i turned out to be” he placed his one thumb on your lips as you said that, other one wiped your dripping tears, your lips were trembling and he knew your father's out of nature behavior in his last days would lead to you feeling this way, that's what he had feared.

“Shhh that's just untrue, your father loved you more than anything in the world ..that never changed for him, he was just trying to make you stronger and didn't really know how to go about that”

“You promise?”

“Promise, i knew him and nothing mattered to him more than you and your mum” you nodded as he said that. You really hoped that was true.

“He was your friend…I'm so sorry that you lost him again” his eyes teared up as you said that.

“I know..I'm sorry too”

You brought your hands up and ran it over the seam of his shirt, he was so close to you and you had missed him this close to you, none of you were drunk at the moment and you really wanted to kiss him.

“Why write a letter, why didn't he tell us himself?” You asked him so he looked at you for a moment, he knew the answer, you did as well but you wanted to see what he had to say about that.

“Perhaps he thought he had more time” You nodded as he said that.

No, that wasn't the answer you were looking for.

“Ummm i should go and check on mum downstairs “

“Alright” he stepped away from you as you said that and you swiftly turned around to leave. He watched you leave and the door shut on your way out, taking a deep breath he ran his fingers through his hair and he wasn't really anticipating for you to come back but you did, you opened his door and this time as you got in you locked it.

Standing against the door you stared at him for a moment before you walked towards him and kissed him. His hands immediately went around your hips as he pulled you closer to him, he had waited enough and he wasn't going to wait no more, he wasn't going to sacrifice anymore to please his best friend's soul, your father was gone but he was still here and he loved you and you loved him and he was going to make you happy for as long as you'd need him in your life.

You pulled away from him barely for a moment just to breathe in before your lips clashed again, your fingers were already undoing the buttons of his shirt and he didn't stop you either. You didn't want him to stop tonight, it almost felt blasphemous to indulge in your lust on such a day but you needed him, not just by your side but all around you, you needed him up close and inside you, you really needed him and you weren't going to sleep alone and cold in your bed tonight.

As you jumped into his arms he walked you a few steps and laid you down on the bed, his breaths were heavy that mirrored yours, passion was swirling in your veins, it's been almost a year since he had returned in your life and you had gone months craving him the way you did at the moment. You didn't want to wait anymore.

He wanted to get a verbal confirmation but as he looked into your eyes he didn't need your words anymore, he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to fuck you tonight and turn you his, make you his girl that he knew he was going to protect and cherish in every possible way.

As you sat up to pull him into the bed, his hands sneaked around you and he unzipped your black dress, your underwear and bra was discarded quickly as well while you unbuttoned his pants and then took his shirt off, burying your face between the crook of his neck you took a deep breath, like a drug his scent he intoxicated you almost instantly,

“I love you..I'm so in love with you it hurts me but I would never want to stop hurting this way Daemon..” you whispered in his ear and your words made him shiver in all the good ways.

Sure he had been in love before, sure he had spent countless nights tangled around his ex wife but the euphoria he felt in that moment was unreal, he felt alive and he felt younger than he had ever felt in his life. In that moment nothing mattered to him, not the fact that he was two decades older than you, he didn't remember that little girl he knew, he just wanted to spoil the woman that was writhing in his arms and clinging to him as if he was everything she'd ever need in life.

Grabbing your bare thighs he opened your legs apart and a sweet giggle escaped your throat as you laid back down on the bed, after such a long time you didn't feel any pain you just felt that sweet sensation that was coursing through you from head to toe, your smile disappeared and face contorted as you felt his cock thrusting in your wet cunt in one quick motion.

"So fucking beautiful"

A countless times in your head you had imagined how this would go but nothing could have prepared you for the pleasure you were about to receive. Sure you had sex before with someone you thought you could marry someday but he never made you feel this way, how could he when you were born for the man that was on top of you at the moment.

“Look how well you're taking me sweet girl”

A moan escaped your throat as he placed his forearms next to your head and trapped you underneath his body, his lips trailed all over your face and your neck as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, torturously slow, he wanted to take his time, make this a night you'd remember not for the loss you had suffered but for the love he was willing to offer you all your life.

Your fingers trailed over his back, nails dragging over his satin skin and as you moved your hands down and clasped those firm cheeks between your fingers he let out a grunt, a deep manly grunt that would be the subject of your wet dreams for years to come.

He was your dream come true and you never wanted to forget that, you wanted to engrave this moment in your head so someday if you'd end up taking him for granted like your father did you'd remember how much you had prayed for him to be yours.

You wanted to treat him like the man that he was, a man like him deserved to be worshiped in every possible way and you were going to worship him in all the ways you could.

You wanted to keep your life in his hands because that's how much you trusted him.

“I'm going to..ohhh godd” your words got cut off as a wave of pleasure traveled through every inch of your existence.

“Gonna cum hmm? That's okay my love..i do intend to make you crumble until you're all spent”

“Mmmm well that too but–” a loud moan spilled from your throat as your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, and as your walls clenched around him it took everything in him to not spill inside you right in that moment.

“Ohhh God oh God oh goddd…ohhh my-- ” you kept mumbling under your breath as you rode your high and he gave you a moment of peace, he was still, he didn't move at all but after a few seconds he grabbed your thighs again and wrapped it around his waist as he began to thrust again..

“What were you going to say before?” he whispered his question in your ear and it made you smile, you felt a bit hazy, your body felt lighter underneath him as if you were floating on a cloud, your clit was still tingling from that mind-blowing orgasm you had just experienced.

In that moment you understood why Cassandra was so obsessed with him and why Stella wasn't able to let him go. Not that you needed sex in order to feel that way about him, lucky for you he didn't belong to anyone else anymore. He was yours.

“Someday I'm going to marry you and you can't do anything to stop that”

You mumbled softly and watched his face warm up, blush arose his cheeks and there was that sweet smile on that beautiful face that always made your heart flutter.

“I have no choice huh?”

“Nope”

He kissed down from your neck and then caught your nipples between his lips as he sucked on them one by one slowly, thrust after thrust he ruined you more n more, nothing would ever feel as good as he did in that moment, his fingers linked with yours and the sound of his ragged groans and grunts indicated that he was close, well that and the way every vein on his cock was pulsating inside you.

“Uncle.. please”

“Good fucking girl of mine...you can't ..oh fuck” he placed his head down between the crook of your neck as he came, hips kept moving on its own, your arms curled around his neck and legs entrapped him completely as you stroked his hair, and as you felt his warm cum fill you up you shattered again as well, you gave yourself a moment to realise that the man you had lusted for all your childhood was spilling his release inside you and was taking you in every possible way.

A part of you still felt as if you were dreaming still because you couldn't comprehend the reality, your reality in that moment was prettier then any dream your mind could have conjured, once he came down to his senses he collapsed next to you as he didn't want to crush you under his weight, though you'd not have mind one bit.

Both of your breathings were still ragged from the act-

“Wowwww..okay..you're no old man like you keep telling me in order to deter me”

He chuckled as you said that,

“well I have a few good years of sex left in me it seems”

“Will make it count”

After taking a much needed shower he wrapped you around in a warm blanket and snuggled you, perhaps you could have stayed up and had a talk but your body felt so relaxed that it didn't take you long to fall asleep in his arms.

Next morning when he woke up you weren't there next to him and his heart clenched, he was hoping to wake up with you but perhaps you needed to sneak out of his room before your other family members would see you doing so. They didn't know yet and he wasn't sure now if you wanted to disclose this relationship in public considering everything. He grabbed his phone to give you a call but a text you had sent him made his heartbeat speed.

“we need to talk”

He was immediately anxious by that.

Suddenly he didn't feel so positive, he felt nauseous instead. Did you regret last night? Maybe he should have controlled himself, you had just lost your father and he shouldn't have fucked you like that as soon as he was gone.

Especially when he knew the truth.

You were currently in your mum's room brushing her hair because she wasn't feeling well, well your parents' room if you were being honest with yourself, it felt hollow without him though. Growing up your father was a very busy man and there came a time when you were used to not seeing him for a long stretch of time but at least you knew he'd always come back.

“I hope you know that he never wanted you to feel as if you weren't enough for him..he loved you more than anything” your mum mumbled softly so you gave her a smile.

“I know mum..I hope you know that too …ummm can I ask you something personal?”

You asked her so she gave you a smile from the mirrorview,

“I know you both have hurt each other and uhh ..well do you think you should have told him the truth back then when you weren't not entirely faithful to him?” She looked down for a moment as you questioned her.

“I have thought about it countless times, but no I don't think I should have told him the truth, our relationship was fragile at the time and we would have lost each other. I'd have lost these happy years I spent with him if i wasn't able to keep a secret”

You nodded as she said that.

But keeping a relationship that was built on lies, was that the right thing do?

“He's a good man” she said to you so you sighed,

“i know mum..i know he was a good man”

“I'm not talking about him sweetheart”

You looked at her as she said that

“Well..I know that as well. I know it's weird for you and everything but I can't..i can't help the way I feel for him”

“I don't blame you but you have no idea what this will do to him..once the truth gets out in the public he'd be the one to take the fall for it..just make sure you'd be ready for that”

“I won't let him fall..” you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and hugged her from behind before you placed a kiss on her temple.

After getting ready as Daemon went downstairs the living room was filled with your relatives, he saw you on the couch sitting next to your mum. He looked at you to gauge your reaction. You did glance at him once but quickly averted the gaze which honestly didn't make him feel any better.

Your uncle's voice rang louder as he was arguing over the content of the will your father had left behind, he didn't understand how Daemon got the shares in his business but his own brother didn't.

“Wow, are you really that surprised by his decision? Where were you in the last few months?” you chuckled as you asked him and your mom gave you a look to keep quiet but you won't be quiet anymore, your father knew what he was doing and who he could trust with his money and his empire, that's why he reached out to Daemon because he knew Daemon never harbored ill intentions towards him even though he had every opportunity to do so considering what your dad had done to him.

You had learned to stand up for yourself in the last few months and you won't have snakes and leeches around you or your family so they could harm you someday, especially Daemon, he'd do anything to protect you so you were going to do the same.

“Where was I? I have a life, I'm not an unemployed imbecile living on my friend's riches like that arse over here”

Daemon crossed his arms as he heard your uncle spitting venom against him, he was showing his true colors in the open now that your father wasn't here and he wasn't in the least bit surprised “And what does she know about the business world?” He asked your mum and that's when you knew you had to speak up.

“Daemon works for Panache, my dad hired him because he knew better and he's absolutely not going anywhere now that I'm the CEO..but you know who's going to leave this house right fucking now? You” Your voice was filled with anger as you said that and Daemon had never felt so turned on in his life as he did in the moment.

“Y/n behave yourself –” your mum interrupted you so you looked at her.

“Mum–”

“I said behave–”

She glared at you and you didn't want to disrespect her in front of everyone so you got up and left for your room upstairs, on the way out you looked at Daemon, hoping that he'd come talk to you as you really needed to talk to him.

A few minutes later as you heard the knock on your door you quickly pulled him inside by grabbing his hand.

“Are you alright?” He asked you so you nodded

“I'm just so sick of those leeches out there”

“That's not what I meant”

“What did you mean?” you looked at him confused so he sighed and placed his hands on his waist to contemplate his thoughts.

“Are we alright? I mean I know perhaps our lovemaking last night wasn't what you expected. I woke up and you're not there by my side and then you sent me that text that uhh-”

He stopped speaking as he noticed a smile on your face

“Awnnn I made you worry didn't i?”

You walked closer to him and grabbed him by the collar of his business suit to pull him even closer to you “Did you not see me almost passing out last night because of your gorgeous dick?” his brows furrowed as you cupped the bulge in his pants shamelessly

“I am just worried about you..you're grieving and perhaps I shouldn't have–”

“I don't regret it ..i could never..i promise baby..please believe me”

“You're going to call me baby now?”

“Mmmhm” you leaned into him to cup his cheeks and then you kissed him ..as lovingly as you could but before things could heat up he pulled you away.

“Hang on..why did you send me the text?”

“Well there's is something I need to discuss with you”

“About what?”

“About me being a CEO”

“Don't allow your uncle to hurt your confidence ..he knows nothing about what it takes to be in that position”

“It's not him Daemon ..it's me..it's a me problem"

“What is it darling?” He asked you softly as he cupped your cheeks

“I'll tell you but can we make out first? And maybe I will give you something to remember for the rest of the day?” he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you

“I need to be at work and so do you”

“No you need to be in me Mr. Daemon”

“Shhhh naughty girl.. first thing in the morning jesus christ”

He shut you up real good by kissing every breath out of you and as you started to kiss down from his neck to his chest and then lowered down on your knees he knew what you wanted to do.

“Darling you're going to crumple my suit”

You looked at him as he said that.

“Are you always this iffy about receiving pleasure?”

“No ..only when I know your parents and the whole clan is downstairs and they're all wide awake and you want to blow me right against the door”

“Parent ..just one..i only got one now” as you looked up at him and unbuttoned his pants he let out an exasperated sigh.

“Please uncle?” you gave him the puppy eyes and the forbidden name which he responded to by grabbing the sides of your head. The next thing he knew you were sucking him in as if he was your first meal of the morning. He brought one of his hands up to run his fingers through his hair, his head was leaned against the door, he wanted to look at everything you were doing to him but he couldn't when you pleased him like that, however all his senses awakened when you took a five second break from licking and sucking to drop a bomb on him.

“I want you to take over the CEO position”

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The Last Hello | Mat Barzal

summary: it’s been two months since you last saw Mat. but what happens when you are both in important roles in the event and Mat had been doing som personal evaluating.

request: yes/no

warnings: sad Mat, no real ending, slight use of strong language

word count:3.1k

authors note/ ending went to crap as I am tried so pls excuse any typos cause this wasn’t beta read. This is sort of a part two for The Last Goodbye, but I won’t make a series as this is the last part. both parts came be read separately but they make more sense in the way suggested (pt 1 then pt2). To the person who wanted Wedding Mat I didn’t know if you had a preference for whether or not he was the groom. So if I’ve gotten it majorly wrong just let me know and I’ll write you a new piece!

pt 1

You wondered if you would have been seen as a bitch if you didn’t show up.

Sure you were the maid of honour, and sure you had said you could survive seeing Mat for a whole week again but that didn’t mean that you thought you could actually do it.

You hadn’t seen Mat in over two months after timing the pick-up of your stuff in his apartment whilst he was in New Jersey you were physically officially gone. It was the worst reality check that Mat could have ever come home to, the first sign was when your hat wasn’t on its hook by the door anymore and it only went down hill from there. The Canadian had contemplated all of the different ways to talk to you, he had called all of your friends and the ones who did pick up said you needed space. He even sat at your favourite coffee shop every morning for a week until one of the baristas who had seen the two of you in there plenty of times eventually told him that you started getting your coffees delivered to work and that’s why you hadn’t been in there.

It had been the hardest two and a half months of your life. When the islanders were knocked out of the cup you wanted to call him, when you saw a cat that reminded you of Marley. The ginger cat you snuck into your dorm and then had to give to Mat when your RA found out about him. That led to three happy years where you were proud cat parents before Marley got sick causing you two to have to put him to sleep, leading to a week of near none stop tears from you both. When you saw a couple at your favourite table at the local Korean BBQ place you wanted to tell him as it was an ongoing joke between the two of you. But your brain always told your heart to forget about it as there was no chance you were going to do that to yourself. Sure you regretted breaking up with him after you had some time to think about it, but you really never thought that he’d ever take you back. And besides with how things ended you knew that you missed the old Mat, not the current one who value love in the way that you did. Staying in New York was tough on your heart so you opted to moving further into the city where you were now in Rangers territory. Your one bedroom apartment was above this nice old lady who had three cats who all seemed to adore you. Felix the grey tabby cat made daily trips up the stairs to come say hello to you where he got his daily dose of cuddles from you. The best part about Margret though was that she knew nothing about hockey so you turned into an open good about your breakup with Mat.

It was refreshing being able to just vent to a totally outside party about it all “know you remember that if he gives you any shit you punch him okay,” Margaret’s words drew a laugh from your lips.

You loved how blunt she was “and then I’ll give him a second one and say it’s from you,” you nodded as you pulled her into a hug “thank you,” not only had she taken you to the airport but she had also convinced you to go to the wedding. Her words called you out for being a bad friend at the fact that you even considered not going just because of a boy. Whilst Mat was a little bit more than just some boy to you, you understood what she meant and were quick to book your flight to Kelowna just after that.

Sure you were disappointed that you weren’t going to make it to the bridal shower but you were swamped at work and Lenasia was just grateful that you could come to the wedding.

You and Mat had been asked to be the maid of honour and best man respectively as your friendship with the couple had gone on for years. It came as a shock when you announce that you and Mat had broken up but when both she and Ethan had confirmed with both of you that you were comfortable being around the other during the big day, wedding plans were quick to continue on.

After the long flight you thanked your taxi driver as you got out of the car “just when I thought you wouldn’t show up.” Ethan joked as he had seen your taxi pull into the street a minute ago from the kitchen window.

You let out a playful scoff “miss my Gracie Bear too much for that.” You pretty much stepped into the role of playful aunt whenever you saw his daughter. It was aided by the fact that she seemed to adore you “she’s just woken up from a nap,” he explained as he pulled you into a hug.

It felt weird for him as he had never heard your side of the break up from you. Sure Lenasia had relaid information onto him after you called her in tears one night, so he knew that you were just as broken as Mat was but it was tough not being able to say anything to either one of you about the other. The soon to be married couple wanted to meddle but they knew that it was best if they kept their noses out of it all “you better not be hiding my maid of honour E!” Lenasia called out causing you to giggle “where’s my beautiful bride?” You asked as you made your way into the cabin.

Your relationship with the girl has blossomed over the fact that your boyfriends played on the same team, when they went separate ways you still remained in touch never letting your friendship burn out.

Mat thought he was dreaming when he saw you walk in, the way you hugged Lenasia placing a kiss on her cheek before you picked up Gracie and proceeded to smother her in kisses eliciting a high pitched giggle from the baby. You looked good, there was no doubt about it. You had cut your hair and had even gotten those highlights that you had been contemplating on for like four years.

When the Canadian locked eyes with you everyone seemed to notice it. Even Gracie did as she made a little noise of complaint that she wasn’t your center of attention. Not wanting to be weird you let your face form a soft smile “why don’t I show you to your room,” Lenasia offered as she motioned to you to follow her.

Ethan watched as the three of you left as you still had Gracie in your arms “you okay bro?” He asked as he tapped Mats arm. That was the weirdest thing he had like ever seen the boy so “yeah,” the Islanders player nodded as he thought he was going to throw up. The idea of seeing you again was something that he once looked forward to, still desperate to get back with you Mat hadn’t accepted the fact that you two had broken up. Actually seeing you felt like a whole different territory.

A wave of nerves came over you as you guys walked past more bedrooms “since my cousin decided to come you have two options, there is a bed in Gracie’s room or-” Lenasia sent you an apologetic look as she felt bad for the situation you had been put into “it looks like we’re roomies.” You had cut her off because you knew the second option involved Mat, she hadn’t given any signs to indicate that matter but somehow in your heart you knew that he was apart of the unsaid statement.

You looked down to the clothes you were wearing and realised that you were in need of a change “I’ll let you take her whilst I go freshen up?” You asked as you held Gracie out for her mother to grab.

The first real moment of silence you got came and hit you like a truck. With the amount of unknown girls that were there you were glad that none of them were Mats date. Sure it didn’t mean that he was single, but it meant you didn’t have to watch him get all cozy with another girl.

Your body practically collapsed onto the bed as you were in need of a nap. The eight hour plane ride was finally catching up to you. But just as you were about to doze off into a peaceful slumber you heard that ever so familiar laugh “you look like you’ve just died,” Mat pointed out as he leaned against the frame of your door.

You rolled onto your side to look at him “been a long day,” you confessed as you had been up since five in the morning due to nerves.

What surprised you the most was the way Mat walked into the room and sat in the little arm chair that faced your bed. He wanted to talk but the words were not things that he could find “how were the parties?” You asked as you propped your head up by your hands.

It actually hurt Mat that you hadn’t asked him about himself and he meant that in the least conceited way possible. Maybe it was the fault of his brain or his heart but he truly thought that you could have at least asked how he was “they both went down successfully.” He nodded as he rubbed his chin feeling the stubble that was being to grow through.

You always loved it when Mat had a beard, it was a tradition at one point that if the Islanders made it into the playoffs that he’d let his beard grow for the duration of the teams time in the playoffs.

It might have sounded absurd but the action from the boy made your thighs clench “thanks for picking up my slack when I was gone.” You yawned as you smiled at him.

The Canadian watched as you rested your head on the soft padding that was your duvet “I’ll let you get some sleep,” his voice was soft as he pulled your blanket over you.

The way you mumbled a small thank you before you shut your eyes warmed Mats heart “I love you,” he whispered making sure that you were all tucked in before he left you.

So what he didn’t hear was how you said the same words back just as he walked out of your bedroom letting your sleep consume you.

Your love for Gracie was seriously being question by the way she continued to babble whilst the two of you were meant to be asleep “Gracie Bear please so me a real one and just go to sleep,” you pleaded as you knew that you were going to have to be awake early tomorrow for the long and hectic day that stood ahead.

When your requests went ignored you let out a sigh running your fingers through your hair. You really didn’t want to have to do it but if you wanted any chance of a solid night of sleep then you clearly had no choice.

So you muttered things to yourself as you grabbed your phone charger before you left your room making sure to kiss Gracie’s head on your way out. The way to Mats room was short, Lenasia had shown you where it was just in case you needed it. The thing that took the most time was mustering up the courage to actually knock on that door, it took three soft knocks on the door before Mat shuffled out of bed and opened the door.

Due to the height difference you were met with his chest “what’s up?” He asked as he let out a yawn surprised to see you there.

You rocked on the balls of your feet “can I sleep in here tonight?” You cocked your head hoping he’d say yes “Gracie won’t stop talking.” You added as you rubbed your eyes.

The boy laughed “sure,” he nodded as he motioned to you to come in.

The sight of his room made your heart feel at ease. The two single beds had the left one untouched and the right was where he clearly slept. He never used to have a side of the bed where he slept but when he learnt that you took the left side his only option was to become a right side sleeper.

You sat on what was now your bed as you just stared at the roof. It wasn’t often that you experienced being left speechless given that you were talkative by nature “I’m sorry,” Mat blurted out causing you to lift your head as you looked at him.

When he saw that you were confused he had to continue “for everything I did.” He shoved his hands into his sweatpants as he sat on his own bed.

All you could do was nod “you didn’t so anything wrong Mat.” You sighed as it was the truth. If he had yelled at you or cheated on you it would have made the end of your relationship not feel as forced.

Mat had spent the last few months reflecting “I’m sorry for what I didn’t do then,” he knew that it probably sounded better as your main reason what you had shared for breaking up was the fact that he no longer showed you love.

A smile formed on your lips “thank you,” was all that you could get out as you fiddled with the necklace around your neck.

You felt bare without your M necklace so once you gave it back to him you were quick to get a replacement chain as you needed something on your neck “we should probably go to sleep,” the hockey player announced as he looked at the digital alarm clock that sat on the table between you.

Mat simply hoped that the silence in the dark would give him more time to wrack his brain for things to say to you. Somehow he had all the time in the world whilst having none of the words.

A sigh fell from your lips “goodnight Mat,” you mumbled as you rolled over to let the sleep consume you.

Surprisingly the wedding was going really well. The ceremony was beautiful, you walked out to see Mat and swore you were going to cry but you kept it in because you knew that you’d wind up crying later.

Which was totally true, your tears struck in the middle of the couples speeches. Thankfully for you though you were sat next to Mat after two of the bridesmaids that were sat on either side of you wanted to sit next to each other. The Canadian noticed the sniffle you had as the tears welled up in your eyes, he was quick to lock his hand with yours “you okay?” He murmured into your ear as he shot you a concerned look.

You nodded as you raised your fingers to your face making sure to catch the tears that fell before they ruined your makeup “yeah,” you sighed “that was just really cute.” your confession caused him to chuckle. It hurt you both though because deep down inside as you listened to Ethan make his undying love speech to Lenasia, you both thought about Mat being in his shoes and you being in Lenasias. Your wedding although as hypothetical as it was, it was still something that both of you had thought out in depth having conversations and everything. The type of venue all the way down to the cake had been decided on. Mat would never intend on telling you this but he’s even had your engagement ring ready to go for the last ten months.

He was meant to propose on your big Valentine’s Day bash but with his injury that trip got canceled and so did your proposal.

The air between you two felt dense as people began to separate as they made their ways to the dance floor.

You decided to stay back was you had Gracie on your lap and as a result Mat stayed with you.

It wasn’t something that you expected him to do but nevertheless you appreciated it “she likes your bracelet,” the Canadian pointed out as he smiled.

Gracie made a string of noises before she looked up at the girl “she likes the fact that it’s shiny,” you explained shaking your head as you made funny faces at the girl.

Mat always knew that you were going to be a great mother “always thought you’d be like that to our kids.” He let his filter disappear as it caused your eyes to go wide “our?” You repeated as you hoped you had done so indeed.

You smiled as he nodded “we’d have a girl and a boy.” You had both agreed that you would have a minimum of two children as you both grew up with siblings and felt like if you were to have a child that they should do the same.

This rush of the feeling of content waved through your body “I want you to ask me again.” After only getting two hours of sleep due to the fact that he had been racking his brain for what to say, he had finally come up with the perfect answer.

Despite the not contact for two months, you knew exactly what he was talking about. “Do you love me?” You asked as you took a deep breath.

Whilst you knew that his answer was more than likely yes or else he wouldn’t have told you to ask him, you still felt like his answer might have been like his previous one.

Mat turned his chair so that he could face you “I love you so much that you’re the first thing that I want to see when I wake up and the last thing I want to think of when I go to sleep.” Your heart practically melted at the confession “you are my life, my happy and my world all in one, so I’m sorry I made you feel less than.” Usually be would have stopped with the first co session. Doing things like the second one were meant to be for massive moments.

And a massive moment is what this was.

Your Mat was officially back.

#mat barzal x reader #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #imagines #oneshots #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #amber writes fics

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luvhhannie · 5 months

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in every universe | y. jeonghan x reader

𓇢𓆸 synopsis: in every universe, judgement, betrayal and love seem to lead you and jeonghan to be destined to drift away. would there be any universe where destiny finally leads you two together?

𓇢𓆸 genre: romance, angst, mutual pining

𓇢𓆸 cw: major character death, cheating, self harm, suicide, references to nothing new, unrequited love, just angst man (not proof read)

𓇢𓆸 wc: 2.70k

𓇢𓆸 a/n: is this fic kinda related to my break up? who knowsss, get what you get from this fanfic. anyways, reblogs and hearts are very much appreciated! thank you for the support! 🤍

“let’s break up” you said as you stand firmly in front of your boyfriend, now ex, jeonghan. he looked at you sternly and sighed.

“okay.” he simply said. you gulped as tears suddenly fill up your eyes. you never wanted to break up with him, yet you knew that if he was the one breaking up with you right now, you would go insane. he suddenly opened his mouth.

“i’m sorry, really, i just don’t love you romantically anymore. we’ll still stay best friends, right?” he said. this is a healthy break up. you reminded yourself. you smiled softly at him.

“of course.” that was exactly a week ago before you found out he has been cheating on you behind your back. you were curious to see how he was doing so you looked through his socials when you saw he already had matching icons and bios with another person. you also saw that he has been commenting on the third party’s posts months even before your breakup.

“i just want you to be honest with me, jeonghan. was the reason for the breakup was because you didn’t love me anymore, or because you’ve been going behind my back MONTHS back into our past relationship?” you texted him. you only wanted the truth, you even dmed the other girl as you wanted to make sure that your assumptions weren’t real. yet her ignorant replies just proved your point that he knew what he was doing.

jeonghan denied everything you have said. you always trusted your gut feeling, so you cut him off completely, telling him that you were done with his friendship and lies.

“don’t ever contact me again, starting tonight. whatever happened to us in the past is nothing now. you betrayed my trust and i could never look into your eyes ever again.” you texted him, paragraphs by paragraphs, only for him to reply with two measly sentences.

“i don’t judge you for that but i don’t want to argue with you, proving that i am not a cheater. goodbye, yn.” that was the last thing you have ever heard of your ex. you always wondered if you did the right thing by cutting him off. but then again, he betrayed your trust and lied to you. you would’ve been okay if he said the real reason why he wanted to break up. this is the universe where your soul suffered the most. meeting him, talking to him and developing feelings for him over the years, finally loving him and having him as yours and you as his, then suddenly, ending as strangers all over again, but now with memories.

though, your soul might also think that the universe where you had passed away is the most miserable. in this universe, you had met jeonghan through your brother. you slowly developed a crush on jeonghan and began falling in love with him. from his sweet antics to his playful gestures. you were in love with him, so you decided to confess. the answer you got only got you in your worst state yet. you unfortunately caught a disease where unrequited love could kill you. either you lose the memories of the person you love to survive, or die loving the person you are infatuated with. your love for jeonghan was so strong you wanted to carry the sickness till your death, as long as you don’t forget yoon jeonghan.

in every universe, your love for yoon jeonghan is as powerful as the universal force. in every universe, you have found home in jeonghan, and so did he. in this universe, you and jeonghan were highschool classmates. you both had crushes on each other, yet no one maked a move to one another, afraid of the other’s response. you two pined on each other, crushes slowly turning into love. however, on one faithful day, jeonghan finally decided that he will confess to you. unbeknownst to him, that was also the last day of you attending your highschool.

“i like you, yn. i like you a lot.” he confessed. you smiled sadly at him as you hold his hands.

“i’m so glad you do. i like you too. ever since we met.” you confessed back. you and jeonghan started crying and finally held each other’s body.

“i’m sorry, i’m moving away. i should’ve said something earlier.” you cried in his comforting arms. he sniffled and looked into your eyes.

“it’s okay, yn. let’s live this moment for now, okay? let’s love each other one last time here. promise me we’ll still keep in contact?” he asked you as he wipes your tears away. you smiled sadly.

“of course.” in this universe, no one cheated. but a promise was broken again. you and jeonghan never kept contact with each other, even during and after graduation. as time flies by, he already graduated college, and so did you. during one evening, one of his coworkers asked him if he wanted to go to one of his friends’ wedding. jeonghan being a good friend, he agreed.

finally at the wedding, jeonghan and his friend, seungcheol, waited for the bride to walk the aisle. seungcheol told jeonghan that his friend, and also coworker, joshua, was crying before the wedding started. joshua had told seungcheol that he was going to marry the most perfect person on earth and that he would die for her. jeonghan laughed at his story, thinking how silly the statements joshua had made when they finally heard the piano keys playing, indicating that the bride will soon start walking.

hearing the church door open, the guests started standing up and looking at the bride. jeonghan finally realized that joshua’s statement weren’t silly. the bride that joshua is going to marry really is perfect. the bride that joshua is going to marry is the same girl he dreamed of marrying back in highschool. he watched as yn walk down the aisle, trying to stop the tears coming out of his eyes. he silently watch the girl he has always loved smile to the guests, when both of them made eye contact. jeonghan thought that the world stopped spinning and everything was in stop motion. she took a deep breath and smiled sadly at jeonghan, continuing to walk towards her fiancé. jeonghan could only watch the two joyous couple in the background. finally hearing them both say their vows, jeonghan closed his eyes, letting the tears he has been putting up fall down to his cheeks. cheers and shouts erupted from the chapel as the newly wed couple share their first kiss. he knew at that moment, you have never loved him as much as he had loved you. he knew that you were never his. he knew that even if you deserve the love you have right now, he will never, ever, win it.

jeonghan’s soul might say that was the universe he had suffered the most. however, the universe where your mental health took over your body says otherwise. in this universe, you searched for treatments and help from professionals in the mental health field because of depression, and that is where you met yoon jeonghan, a psychotherapist. you were in your early twenties while jeonghan was in his late twenties. he has been your therapist for a couple of months now and has helped you a lot. despite his aid, you were still suffering from depression. the thoughts of you not having a purpose in the world and being a failure took a toll of your mental health. your therapist would always tell you that he’s always going to be there for you whenever you need help. there wasn’t any romantic intentions in his words, but platonic, a hint of wanted friendship. knowing you for a long time, jeonghan has taken a liking to you and thought of becoming friends with you. but of course, he still has to be professional.

“so, how have you been, yn? are there any thoughts that have been lingering in your mind?” he asks you as he usually does.

“i’ve been…alright. i’ve just been thinking of how i’m going to celebrate my birthday these days, since it’s next week.” you said to him. he wrote on his notepad as he listened to you.

“hm, that’s good. i hope you have a wonderful birthday, yn. how does your body feel right now? weak? good?” he asks you. you sit upright and blinked your eyes.

“my body feels okay. it’s just that sometimes i feel nauseous and tired.” you admitted. he suddenly stopped writing on his notepad and looked at you.

“have you been eating?” he asks. you nodded.

“yeah, i usually skip dinner though.” you said. he smiled softly and went back to his notepad.

“you should still try getting three meals a day. doesn’t matter how big or small the portion is, you need to eat.” he said. you looked up at him and smiled.

“yeah, i’ll try.” your check up went on for more minutes. as he finishes up the session, he suddenly looked at you.

“hey, yn?” he called out for you. you were already grabbing your handbag when he called you.

“yes?”

“i…i’m always here for you, you know that right? i’m your therapist, i’m here to help you. don’t be afraid to say everything to me. remember i’m always one call away.” is what jeonghan has said. but what he actually wanted to say was:

“i’m always here for you, yn. even if you only see me as your therapist, i’m also your friend. i’ll always help you no matter what.”

you and jeonghan always have a weekly therapy session, but the week after your last session, you never showed up. jeonghan thought it was probably because you were getting ready for your birthday. he even prepared a gift for you, a necklace with a clover pendant. he called you just in case you have forgotten your therapy session. it was unusual for you to miss a session. it was already 5 pm and you still haven’t answered him, even once. finally going past his “professionalism” agenda, jeonghan decided to go to your home. he drove to your apartment safely and knocked on your door several times.

“yn-ssi?” he asked through the front door. silence. jeonghan’s heartbeat started rattling through his chest. he suddenly twisted the door knob and unbeknownst to him, it wasn’t locked. he went inside your home and looked through every room. you weren’t in the kitchen, bathroom nor living room. finally reaching the last room, he opened the door to your bedroom. he widened his eyes as his mouth gaped open.

“yn?”

there you were, hanging from your ceiling fan. jeonghan could only stare in shock. dropping to his knees, he started breathing heavily.

did he not help you at all?

were all the check ups not helping you?

did he drive you to kill yourself?

was he not worth to be an aid to people?

he called 911 to report the incident and soon the authorities came, interviewing jeonghan.

he wasn’t even able to tell you that he wanted to be friends with you. he knew so much about you yet know so little about how you are. he was too late to tell you that he loved your company. that he loved you as a friend.

in every universe your soul has lived, you and jeonghan are destined to meet, destined to love each other, destined to leave each other. your soul always wondered, if there were such things as soulmates, were you and jeonghan one? destiny has always brought you two together, but also brought you two to fall apart on each other’s arms. were there any universe where you two meet, fall in love, and live your lives together? your soul always question this. in every death your soul has lived, it passes on to another lifetime.

in this lifetime, you’re just living your life as a choreographer. you have worked with countless artists and other dancers in your career. in this new chapter of your life, you were called to choreograph a dance for a kpop group you haven’t worked with yet. you have worked with countless kpop artists, from twice to nct. you were familiar with kpop and the indistry of course, but you were excited to meet the group you’re going to work with.

“here’s their practice room, i’ll leave you to it. i’ll have my assistant to come with you in there. again, thank you for accepting our request.” one of the higher ups in hybe ent told you as you bowed to them. you entered the practice room, feeling a sense of familiarity, and saw several guys already stretching, blasting their song in the room. you were given a couple of weeks to create choreography for their new song, but you told them that meeting the group should be done first as creating a bond between the artist and choreographer is as important as creating an amazing piece. one of the males went up to you and bowed.

“oh, hello! are you ln yn-ssi? i’m scoups. i’m the leader of the group. it’s nice to finally meet you.” he introduced himself as you bowed back.

“yeah, it’s nice to meet you too, scoups-ssi. i already listened to the song a couple of times and have ideas for it already, but i really do want to create a bond with the team first, since i’ll be working with you guys for a couple of months.” you smiled at him. he smiled back nodded.

“yeah, for sure. i get what you mean. here, i’ll introduce you to the members.” he said as he gathered the group together. he did a small introduction of you to the group and they instantly welcomed you with warm smiles. you thought that dk, dino and vernon had the sweetest smiles you’ve ever seen. meeting them one by one, you learned that they had units and you instantly clicked with the performance team.

“i’ve been a huge fan ever since i saw you compete with a contemporary piece at swf!” dino geeked over you. you chuckled at him and thanked him. you and hoshi were already familiar with each other, considering that you two were fans of each other. still talking to the performance team, you felt a gaze behind you. you looked back and saw the angel faced male. you smiled softly to him and bid your goodbyes to the performance team. you walked up to jeonghan and watched him stretch his arms. he looked back at you.

“hey”

you both say at the same time. you two chuckled as you sit down next to him. you nodded your head, telling him to go first.

“oh, well, i was just wondering if we’ve met before? i feel like i’ve known you but i just can’t seem to remember” he asked you. he was thinking the same thing as you. you smiled softly and hummed.

“i don’t think so…but i do feel like we’ve known each other for a long time already.”

“i think so too, do you think we’re soulmates?” he joked. you laughed at his statement and walked away.

“if we were soulmates, i think your fans would go crazy to think that their idol is soulmates with a person like me.”

“hmm, better than a sasaeng!”

in this universe, your soul knew jeonghan’s soul, and so did his. your soul hopes that this universe will be the universe where you and jeonghan finally live your lives together in love. little did your soul know, another soul has been thinking the same thing ever since he has met a familiar warmth in this universe.

#yoon jeonghan x you #seventeen x reader #svt angst #svt fic #svt x reader #kpop #kpop fic #seventeen x you #seventeen #seventeen jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #angst #fanfic #kpop fanfic

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noelanik-art · 2 years

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Tonight, on “how many ways can you experience catharsis through someone else’s D&D campaign”:

“You can hold all the knowledge in the world, but if it dies with you, it doesn’t matter.”

“Do I know that he’s gone?”

“Yes.”

“My eye is on you.”

“Don’t touch me”

“I’ve waited so long to do only that”

“No no no no no no no.”

“There is a place among the stars where only your heart can reach, and I’ve known it since I met you.”

“What follows the age of arcanum eventually must be the age of salvation.”

“A love as profound as any that have been on Exandria surrounds you.”

“There is no god that strides this world that I worship more than I worship your heart.”

“I vow this: I bear your name. I bear it on this stone. And one day I will bring you home.”

Revivify and pure ether.

“Hope that you are forgotten.”

“Are your children safe?”

“They are. I hope it was worth the risk.”

“I just cut you off and kiss you.”

“In the kiss, I cast cure wounds on you.”

“I forgive you for anything you think you’ve done, and so does Evandrin.”

“I push the locket into your hand and run away.”

“I cast teleport to Maya, to Cerrit’s children.”

“I think it will be easier for us both to forget, don’t you?”

“And somewhere in the world, someone is holding the work of your life.”

“It’s all on you, smart girl.”

“We’ll all find our way to where we’re going next.”

“Damn the ring of gold, the people of Avalir must survive!”

“The material goods mean nothing anymore, only life. That is what we serve.”

“Avalir comes before any oath I made in a past life.”

“You choose ruin and the world. You choose to cast aside the gift of your court and the right of your kin and all those of the realm of your birth, to remain here in the realm you have chosen.”

“I’m sorry, my lady, I love you, but I love another more.”

“I would rather mine break and yours remain whole”

“Remember the architect arcane, Laerryn, the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I’ve always chosen the city, and I’m going to choose my son.”

“You will always be five years old to me, no matter how much you grow.”

“What you see on the outside doesn’t matter, my son. Just remember what’s here, and you will always see me for who I really am.”

“Y’all decided to be dads, like what the fuck.” (Aabria and Marisha and I were all on the same page with this).

“Will you marry me?”

“This will work, Avalir be damned.”

“I love you, my family.”

Travis’s INCREDIBLE HDYWTDT

“I would like to ready an action so that, should I fall, I drive my blade into my best friend’s heart.”

“As I go down, I make sure I don’t miss.”

Patia’s final wish.

“Do not leave me. You cannot leave me now.”

“Are you the woman who doomed the world, or are you the woman who saved it?“

“What have you done?”

“My best. Finally.”

“There are many things that you do not see but it would be right for you to know.”

“The last thing you see is a griffin made of stars, called back to its feather, bearing on its back a young boy bearing a journal.”

“Elias leaps into the arms of Evandrin, reunited.”

“I will find the secret of how these worlds were made, and I will come and find you.”

“Do you think anyone will talk about how beautiful your dream was?”

“No, but that’s all right. It was real for us.”

“What matters more? The dream, or the dreamer?”

“There are many more dreams to come.”

“New dreams don’t have to tread the paths of the old.”

“Wingspan, I’m here. They’re both here. They’re both here. Tell me you’re coming.”

“Darling, is this goodbye?”

“No. No. Those children are the best thing we ever did. And it’s going to take a lot more than this to keep me from coming back to them, and you.”

“I’ve been able to become anyone I want my whole life. But I just want to be with you.”

“I can’t believe that the thing I almost broke beyond fixing was us.”

“Meeting you and being loved by you is a miracle, so I know they’re real.”

“I’ll move to the door, and look. My children deserve that.”

“That’s a 31.” Cerrit’s miraculous survival

“The brass ring endures. I want you to know, you gave us a chance.”

“I don’t think you hear anything back, you just feel relief.”

“One day, the people of Exandria will triumph, and the calamity will end.”

“At the end of it all, hope will return, as many times as it needs to.”

“And the fire as brightly as it may burn does not burn as brightly as your love.”

“And on a 31, at the very top of that cloud, the last member of the ring of brass gets to keep his promise to his family.”

“You don’t get to give your kids the world that they deserve, but you get to give your kids the world that they can fight for with you.”

“It did happen, and it did matter. And though the calamity is here, because of you, it will not be here forever.”

Truly an incredible collaboration by every member of the EXU: Calamity cast. I spent so much of this episode experience strong emotions. It’s been a while since I cried during a Critical Role episode, but this one definitely got to me.

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edenmemes · 2 years

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arcane starters

❝ i’m going. are you coming with me or not? ❞ ❝ you see this look on my face? this will always mean it’s time to shut up. ❞ ❝ you gonna get that door open any time soon? ❞ ❝ yeah, well, can’t escape the past. right? ❞ ❝ nothing feels impossible when i’m with you. ❞ ❝ if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both a fox and a wolf. ❞ ❝ despite it all...i can tell you have a good heart. ❞ ❝ there’s quite a lot about me you don’t know. ❞ ❝ what matters is that we’re together. ❞ ❝ i will give you the world, if you prove you can take it. ❞ ❝ you don’t seem to grasp how serious this is. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen this power in the wrong hands. it corrupts, consumes, lays waste to civilizations. ❞ ❝ when did you get so comfortable living in someone else’s shadow? ❞ ❝ my back is to the world that was smiling when i turned. ❞ ❝ real power doesn’t come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. it comes to those who will do anything to achieve it. ❞ ❝ we can’t change what fate has in store for us, but we don’t have to face it alone. ❞ ❝ we’ve all had bad days. but we learn. and we stick together. ❞ ❝ you carry your chin so high, you fail to see the opportunity below. ❞ ❝ oh, the misery. everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞ ❝ listen, i’m sorry for disappearing last night. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see you again. ❞ ❝ you weren’t always the peacekeeper, were you? ❞ ❝ when people look up to you, you don’t get to be selfish. ❞ ❝ we are definitely not supposed to be here. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t have done it without you. ❞ ❝ you mistake arrogance for bravery. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand? ❞ ❝ what was that? what the hell happened back there? ❞ ❝ we’re almost there. ❞ ❝ i know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other. ❞ ❝ i expect better from you than excuses. ❞ ❝ go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of. ❞ ❝ there’s this thing...in your head, and it’s raging. ❞ ❝ everyone makes mistakes, right? what’s important is that we don’t repeat them. ❞ ❝ there’s a monster inside all of us. ❞ ❝ you have to believe me. i didn’t do this. ❞ ❝ a little danger is worth the risk, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ tell me your nightmares and fantasies. ❞ ❝ all i see is a boy meddling with things he doesn’t understand. ❞ ❝ one day...this city’s gonna respect us. ❞ ❝ i ruined everything. i always do. ❞ ❝ i feel like you and i get off on the wrong arm. ❞ ❝ i can hear the sound of our hearts beat. ❞ ❝ take a breath. you can do this. ❞ ❝ you don’t know war. i do. ❞ ❝ there must be something else we can do. some other way. we’ll make a new plan. ❞ ❝ you got a good heart. don’t ever lose it, no matter how the world tries to break you. ❞ ❝ nobody wins in war. ❞ ❝ i think it’s time to say goodbye. ❞ ❝ what makes you different makes you strong. always remember that. ❞ ❝ is that why you came? to insult me? ❞ ❝ this question lingers before you: have you had enough? ❞ ❝ magic is far too dangerous in the wrong hands. ❞ ❝ i pray our love will always stay. ❞ ❝ how did you get in? there’s guards everywhere. ❞ ❝ i’m just...not that man anymore. ❞ ❝ the only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing. to become what they fear. ❞ ❝ i trusted you. and you betrayed me. ❞ ❝ i want to fight. i can help. ❞ ❝ you did what you had to do to survive. ❞ ❝ i need to know that i can rely on you. ❞ ❝ you’ll get people killed. for what? pride? ❞ ❝ i’m proud of you. always have been. ❞ ❝ your problem is never knowing when to shut up. ❞ ❝ you’re the one who always says we have to earn our place in this world. ❞ ❝ did you even stop to think about what could have happened to you? ❞ ❝ i suppose that concludes our business, then. ❞ ❝ when you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission. ❞ ❝ we’re not gonna be caught. we’ll be in and out before anyone notices. ❞ ❝ if you’re done beating yourself up, let’s go home. ❞ ❝ listen, i don’t want any trouble, okay? ❞ ❝ stop talking to me like i’m a child. ❞ ❝ i thought we could walk together. ❞ ❝ in what mad world would i trust someone like you? ❞ ❝ you’re all i have left. i can’t lose you. ❞ ❝ fear haunts us all. ❞ ❝ you know what your problem is? you expect everyone to give you what you want. ❞ ❝ i just...i just want her to be safe. ❞ ❝ we’ve accomplished a lot together. and there is more yet to achieve. ❞ ❝ you never did know when to walk away. ❞ ❝ that pain that makes it feel like it’ll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater. ❞ ❝ it’s a sad truth that those who burn brightest often burn fastest. ❞ ❝ we’re almost there. ❞ ❝ sometimes death is a mercy. ❞ ❝ do you ever say ‘thank you’? ❞ ❝ loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind. ❞ ❝ you’re praying for my fall. ❞ ❝ every time i think you can’t get dumber, you dig a new low. ❞ ❝ i don’t even know your name. ❞ ❝ no monster’s gonna get you when i’m here. ❞ ❝ that place looks like it has bodies in the basement. ❞ ❝ you failed. don’t disappoint me again. ❞ ❝ i know it sounds impossible, but when have we ever let that stop us? ❞ ❝ why? why would you risk this? ❞ ❝ take your place at my side. it’s where you belong. ❞ ❝ get ahold of yourself. i taught you better than that. ❞ ❝ you’re just a little man in a little hole the world forgot to bury. ❞ ❝ if dangerous ideas didn’t excite the imagination, we would never wander astray. ❞ ❝ it’s all right. at least you’re okay. ❞ ❝ i wish i could say it gets easier, but i’d be lying. ❞ ❝ today’s screw-up will set us back weeks. ❞ ❝ don’t be so concerned. i’m about to make your day. ❞ ❝ you’re stronger than you think. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen your face around here. ❞ ❝ in the pursuit of greatness, we failed to do good. ❞ ❝ i would set the world ablaze to protect our family. ❞ ❝ i have to get home. it isn’t safe for me here. ❞

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Wrenching heart

Pairing : Din Djarin x f!reader. slight description of injuries on Reader otherwise no other physical descriptions.

Summary: part 2 to heartbreak. Going into Reader’s backstory.

Slightly AU-ish, Din didn’t get N1 after Razor Crest got blown up.he got something similar.

Warning: Mature theme. strong languages. Mention of sexism, misogyny ,angsty.

English isn’t my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes.

A/N : I seem to be writing all the Din fic for the University students at the moment to push them on ( Trust me, I know your pain. been there done that) @groguspicklejar and @deakyjoe, this is for both of you.

MASTERLIST for part 1 and sequel to this series

Since leaving Din that night, you've been planet hopping, doing odd jobs here and there, helping out at cantinas when they are short of staff, fixing up any broken mechanical stuff for people. Scraping in any credits you can before moving onto the next location. You are pretty sure Din wouldn’t be coming after you, but you can’t bear the thought of staying one place too long, making connections with people, getting hurt again.

Back to your old life, you thought. Running away from problems.

Before the fall of the Republic, your family was well known in Naboo for its wealth and connections with both the political and underground world. While Naboo was relatively untouched, like most people during the rule of the Empire, they didn’t come out unscathed. Your parents, eager to climb back up again socially, spare nothing to provide you and your brother the best education, getting the best tutor in the system. History, language, art, culture, music, politics, science. You name it. While you were thankful for the comfortable lifestyle and education your parents have provided you, you can’t help thinking, do they love you because you are their child? Or there is something else they want out of you.

Being the good obedient daughter you are, you work hard to please your parents. Your real interest is exploring the galaxy, to be an expert mechanic. In what off time you can spare, you often secretly sneak off to the garage and workshops in the city, or searching on holonet, reading and learning about the latest models of ships and transports there are in the galaxy.

You told your brother about your dream once, he laughed his head off at the idea. “ Dream on sister, you think father and mother will let you do that?”. He sneered. “ Your job, as a woman,” He pointed at you, “ is to be a good trophy wife for someone else, look after your husband, and carry a child for them. That is why they have you. Helping to revive the family name.” That’s the first time the seed of doubt has been planted in your heart. Still, you work hard, chasing for approval from your parents. Their reaction every time makes that seed grow and grow.

“That is still not good enough.”“ That is your responsibility.”“ That is what you meant to do isn’t it?”

The reality came crashing down on you when you were travelling back from an excursion to the Gungan territories, the transporter you were in was involved in a serious accident. While you survived, you didn’t come out unscathed. The accident left a deep scar across your face. Not once your parents visited you while you recovered at the medical centre. When you return home, you can sense your parents and your brother looking at you differently.

With disgust. You made the decision to run away when you were walking in the corridor one night preparing to sneak out again, and you heard the servants talking discreetly. You hid behind a pole, eavesdropping. “..... Master is thinking of sending her away. She’s no use to them anymore….. The accident…. The scar…” You shuddered. Is that what you are to your parents? Just an object that they can use to achieve their goals? Now you are what they considered “ damaged goods”, they were going to throw you away, like a piece of junk. You ran away that night. Eventually settled down in Coruscant, a little workshop owner took pity on you, agreed to give you lodging in the small store room behind the workshop, and let you be a helping hand cleaning around the workshop, after you promised you wouldn’t cause them any trouble. Being a fast learner, you watch and learn, soon the owner notices your talent, agrees to let you start fixing small easy problems, and from then on, business blooms, the workshop is famous for fair prices they charge and quick reliable work. The owner treats you like a daughter more than your biological family ever did. First time in your life, you were really happy. Doing things you want, earning your own wage, having someone really cares about you. Happiness doesn’t last. Few cycles later, your boss got sick, and despite doing all you can, they passed away. Their relatives took over the business, and things went downhill from there. Until the Mandalorian came into the shop one day. You ran off again, this time with The Mandalorian, after begging him to let you tag along. With him and Grogu, you feel like you found a family again.

The naive heart of yours thought there was something between you two. He isn’t a man of word, he lets his actions do all the talking. You and Grogu want something? He will get it. You need a certain part for the ship? He will hunt it down for you. Grogu wants more frogs? He will find the nearest market to get it. He gave you the vibroblade, with his clan signet on it. Does it mean something? You rack your brain through all the lores and stories you've been taught about the Mandalore culture from your tutor, but nothing came up. When he pushes you away after Grogu left with the Jedi, you feel like a failure again. He doesn’t want you anymore. Just like your family. You are no longer used to him. Piece of junk. Away you go again. With another scar added to your already broken heart. You hitched a ride with a trader, who can only take you as far as Tatooine. From there, someone recommended you to seek out employment with Peli Motto in Mos Eisley. Peli was impressed with your skills, and agreed to stay on as her assistant. You were planning to stay for only a few weeks, to be honest, a dry, hot desert planet isn’t your favourite place to be. Especially growing up in Naboo, it’s such a big contrast. But something made you stay on. If you were a true believer of the Force ( maybe you are? After seeing Grogu and Luke’s show of power.) You will be telling people later on it was the force that has pushed you to make the decision. And here you are, running into Din again. Damn the universe and the force.

“So, what is going on between you and Mando?” Your hand stopped for a second where you were trying to pull the engine lines out. “... I used to work for him.” your hand continues to move as you reply Peli, not elaborating any further. Peli gave you a look but didn’t press on. Din comes back to the workshop everyday, watching you work but doesn’t interact with you. You can always feel his eyes following your every move. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be Mando? Doesn’t the Daimyo want you to do some job for him?” Peli asked him every day. “ I need the ship for that.” Was always his reply.

“Well here you go Mando, all fixed up for you. Your engine shouldn’t give you more trouble unless you decide to run the ship to the ground. Your carbonite freezer coolants have been replaced as well, it's a bit hard to source the stuff so I have to charge you a little bit more for that.” Peli commented. After handing over a bag of credit without complaint, he walked over towards you, where you were putting away your tools back into the tool box for the end of the day.

“Your ship is fixed, as promised. Now leave me be.”

“...........”

“if you got something else to say, spit it out now Mando.” Not even turning around to face him, you mumbled. After travelling with him, you have learned to read his body language. He always stands there and looks at you if he wants something from you. From the corner of your eyes, you see him flexing his fingers, but still, not a word. You sighed. Standing up, you unhook something from your belt. “By the way, I think you should have this back.” Pressing it into his gloved hand, you turned around and yelled towards Peli. “ I am going to go to the Cantina and grab our dinner, I’ll be back soon!”. You walked out of the hanger, leaving him standing there, without a goodbye. Din looked at his hand, it’s the vibroblade that he had gifted you. He feels like his world is crumbling down around him again.

…. I did not expect I will be making a part 3 for this. Looks like i have to. Oops. Tag list : @frogtits1, @READINGFAN, @memester-png

I absolutely love Peli. I think apart from Karga and Cara, Peli is probably the closest thing Din has to a big sister/aunty figure.

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #grogu #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you

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peppered-moths · 1 year

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six-petaled promise

scott doesn't use salt in his cooking anymore. it all tastes horribly bland. he's never been the best cook anyways.

he had been the one who did that for them. scott still can't say his name, except when he wakes up, calling out for a life long gone.

he misses it. it feels... painfully obvious, to say the least. there had been a future where he didn't have to claw for power, to vie for even a chance of living beyond the competition, and he misses it. he misses thunderstorms. he misses fresh-baked bread. he misses lilies, white, six-petaled. he misses... god, he misses life.

so yes. maybe he is crazy. maybe that's what the others say about him, along with the fact that he's cold and heartless and dead, on the inside and outside both.

(and, well. the heartless part isn't strictly untrue. he has feelings. but, well. necromancy has its ups and downs. there is always a new sacrifice to make.)

scott doesn't use salt in his cooking anymore. he can't remember the last time he ate something for the sake of enjoying it. everything is sustenance, fuel to push onwards.

he has to win. no matter the cost. he knows he's not the only one- he sees the constant blue tinge of pris' face, the way she breathes air like it's not quite natural anymore. he's watched joey, manic, fever higher than any normal person should be able to survive, throwing himself into a block of ice for some relief. he's listened to shelby cry storms at the death of a bee, seen the fresh lightning burns on her hands.

yes. they all lose something. it makes it worth it. it doesn't make it fair. power is power, at the end of the day.

scott pretends that the lichen crawling up his fingers is simply a result of too much magic at one time. that it will go away, slip back down his wrists without a trace. he would make scott scrub it off. scott will do it when he's back.

scott doesn't use salt in his cooking anymore. it burns his tongue, his throat. his arms are mottled with pale scars. oh, the sacrifices he makes for him. it doesn't matter; they'll adapt. they always do.

how does it feel to be a real witch? a real lich? cleo laughs at him. he doesn't think they're actually laughing at him. her eyes are distant, far away as ever. she glows now, in the dark, the lichen budding on her skin.

pinocchio, pinocchio, a real boy at last, they muse, steepling their hands in front of them. tell me, why do you still dance to their puppet strings?

scott doesn't understand. he doesn't understand so many things. that's why he has to practice. he has to get better. be the best.

cleo looks away from him. she looks-

(at you. she looks at you. don't do this to him. it isn't fair. nothing is fair. learn to live with it.)

scott blinks. nothing has happened. nothing has changed. it has always been like this.

go home, scott.

there's no home left to go back to. he says it, nonchalant. if he had a heart, it would be beating in his chest. nevertheless.

then go anywhere.

scott doesn't use salt in his cooking anymore. scott doesn't cook anymore.

(when does the question turn from who am i without you? to who am i at all? where is the line? how do you learn how to stop, to just let go? i don't think any of us know.)

the earth hums beneath his feet. he can feel death, old bones rattling, waiting. there is a graveyard twenty minutes' walk from his house.

there are two graves side by side at an abandoned home. scott thinks there ought to have been a third. he thinks he ought to have carved their names on their graves, let them be remembered. milo. maxwell. really, he ought to have done a lot of things.

(he is the corpse and he is the vulture circling overhead and he is the mycelia beneath and he is and he is and he is-)

he is all that is left.

scott doesn't use salt in his cooking anymore.

#witchcraft smp #scott smajor #smajor1995 #wcsmp #wcsmp smajor #cw: repetition #cw: death #it's about the line between human and monster #how far do you have to go?#how far until you can't go back?#until you don't even really want to?#dangthatsalongname

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rowanaelinn · 1 year

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Illicit Affairs - Chapter Fourty-Nine

A/N: Thank you everyone for your patience :) Sorry for the delay, I've spent the last few days obsessing over daisybilly

Warnings: some angst | Word Count: 4,300

Aelin was going crazy.

She couldn’t stand anymore the relentless beeping noises in the room. Each time a machine made a sound, it sent her more over the edge. She had barely slept two hours before she woke up, and that had been hours ago. Her hands were slightly shaking, something she had noticed only when she was handed a cup of coffee and she’d nearly spilled the drink on her lap.

It wasn’t like her dress would be a great loss. She liked it, really, but after spending more than twenty-four hours inside of it… Aelin wanted to burn that thing, and she was aware of how dramatic it sounded. She couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Rowan wasn’t looking much better. She’d seen him doze off for maybe a few minutes before waking with a sharp intake of breath, and then a guilty look appearing on his features. She was sure those micro-naps didn’t help him rest. She wondered what he was thinking about, how he was feeling. She knew it couldn’t be good, of course, and yet… She didn’t ask. It wasn’t her business, they were just… coparents, now. What they were to each other in the past didn’t matter anymore.

He had moved on, and wasn’t she trying to do so as well? Even if her attempts thus far hadn’t been prestigious, and all because of her. Sam was a great guy. Maybe two years ago, after Chaol, she could have settled for someone like Sam. It would have been restful. Nothing of the passionate, illicit affair she’d had with the man sitting in front of her.

Maybe she could have settled for something of the sort before, but she couldn’t. Not anymore.

But how can she be with someone and not burn for them? And not feel as if she could survive in a world without feeling as if she was breathing for two? It was unhealthy, she knew that, and yet she was growing to rather… not dislike that about herself. Her devotion to people.

If she could just control it, never let her love for others fade her love for herself… Life would be easier. But she supposed that noticing it was already a good point.

She promised herself that if Helia woke up, she’d work on that.

The door of the bedroom opened, starling Aelin. She realized she was almost falling asleep again. Fuck, she needed more coffee. Her father came in, followed by Lorcan. She sighed, leaning back into her chair. “You’re like a blessing now, dad. May I get another cup of coffee, please?”

He looked at her feet, at the eleven empty cups of coffee she’d drank thus far. He gave her a tight smile, “I think if you drink more, you’ll overdose.”

She shrugged, “I’m a tough girl, dad. I can handle it.”

He walked to her, laying a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure of this, princess. But I think it’s time for both of you to go home.”

“No,” Rowan protested.

Aelin agreed. “She’s still asleep. We are not leaving.”

Lorcan took a step in the room. “It’s why we are here. Let us take over for a while.”

Aelin was shaking her head, ready to protest, to affirm that they wouldn’t leave Helia’s side. Then, her father said, “You’ve been here for more than two days, Aelin.”

She threw a look at Rowan, whose face reflecting her confusion. “No, I’ve just arrived last—”

“No, Aelin. He’s saying the truth,” Lorcan confirmed. “You both need a night of sleep, to eat something real and change clothes.”

She shook her head. “I’m not going to Varese, it’s too far. I wouldn’t be there if—”

“You don’t need to,” her father said. “Aedion brought your dog, she’s at Fenrys’ apartment, and Sam went all the way back to get you clothes. He’s just came back.”

Why must he be so difficult to reject? So sweet? She smiled and nodded. That was a nice thing to do, really.

She didn’t miss the fact that Aedion had driven Fleetfoot to Fenrys. Was there where he was staying?

“Come on man,” Lorcan urged Rowan, and she realized they might have been talking at the same time as her and her father. “Look at Aelin, she’s on the verge of passing out.” She wanted to deny it, but somehow she didn’t find the strength to do so. Maybe it was why she didn’t argue so much with her father when he came in, because even if it went against her instincts to stay with Helia, she knew he was right. “If she wakes up now, you’re no use to your daughter. You need to rest, then you can help. We’ll stay right there; we won’t move an inch.”

Rowan looked at his daughter for a second, squeezing her hand. “You promise?” He asked his best friend, as if he needed the reassurance. She looked at her own father then, a question in her eyes. He nodded, yes, he’d stay here in her stead.

“I promise on my own child, Rowan,” Lorcan said with a serious voice. “Trust me.”

Her heart missed a beat, and she was glad to be seated. “On your what?” She struggled to say.

Lorcan’s eyes closed shut, and he swore. “Elide’s going to kill me. She wanted to tell you in person, had planned to visit this weekend, but then…” Then, Helia had her accident.

“She’s pregnant?” She breathed.

Then something happened on Lorcan’s face. She was accustomed to see him closed, and sometimes neutral when Elide was around. But now he looked… He looked happy. His hard features turned soft. He nodded, a small smile on his lips. “We found out a week ago.”

She smiled then. She was happy for her friends, for her family. She was happy that everyone else’s lives seemed to go just fine, that they were happy. She stood, daring to quickly wrap her arms around Lorcan before pulling back as quickly. He was still Lorcan, she wouldn’t be caught in his arms for fear of her reputation. “Congratulation.”

He smiled at her, leaving a hand on her shoulder and squeezing before letting go. “Thank you, Aelin.”

“I didn’t even know it was in your plans,” she said. “Elide never told me about trying for a child.”

He shrugged, “We didn’t. That was the best kind of luck.”

She felt her smile flatter at his words, but even as they echoed in her, even as they weakened her knees, Aelin forced her smile to stay bright. All eyes were on her, waiting for something she knew was already rising in her. She slid her hands around her waist, wishing that goddamn dress of hers had pockets. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” she said, keeping her voice even as she left the room without a look behind.

She knew she passed her friends outside of the room, if only because she heard her name being called, but she was too deep in her feelings to even see them. The only things she heard were her heartbeat and the heels of her shoes clicking on the floor.

The moment she entered that room and closed the door behind her, Aelin heaved for air. She needed to breathe, to calm her mind.

She gasped, jumping of fear as she felt a warm thumb on her cheek, wiping away something. Tears. Someone was wiping away her tears. With quivering lips, she looked up.

Rowan was standing in front of her, in an on-call room. The on-call room. Rowan didn’t say anything. He lowered his uninjured hand, making eye contact. She shook her head, “I don’t want to make this about me.”

“I know.”

“I’m very happy for them.”

“I know,” he answered again.

“They deserve all the happiness in the world,” she said, as if she was trying to convince herself.

“They do.”

It was as if she got stabbed as she finally got the words out, the ones that hurt. “Then why am I so fucking jealous? Why do I want to—” she took a deep breath. “My friend is pregnant, the one who supported me even when I pushed her away. I should be preparing the baby shower, Godsdamn it, not… I shouldn’t wish to be her.”

“Aelin,” he said, not leaving a moment of quiet. “Give yourself credit. You are not your thoughts, and you have many of those. One bad one doesn’t define you. We’re waiting for Helia to wake up, sleep deprived. If I hadn’t known… I could have had the same thoughts, and that’s without counting your…”

“Infertility?” She suggested. If he used any other words, an euphemism for it… she wouldn’t be able to stand it.

“Yes,” he breathed. “You have the right to have bad thoughts.”

She huffed a laugh. Anyone else would have judged her, and yet this man… This man rocked her world, as always. It was a dangerous game to stay here with him, because she knew with each second that passed, it would be harder to leave. And yet she made no moves to leave.

“You don’t have to go back to Varese,” he said quietly. “Come back with me.” She shook her head, but before she could say anything, he spoke again. “Helia lives there, you lived there for a while. I’m not inviting you to some place you don’t know. Plus… If we get a call, it’s easier if we are at the same place.”

“Less time wasted,” she murmured, and he nodded. And as she replicated the movement, accepting his offer, she knew that she wasn’t doing so for the practicality of it all. She wanted to be near his comfort.

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As she drove Lorcan’s car, the road back to his place seemed so familiar. She drove slower than she was used to, knowing how tired she was. Rowan couldn’t drive because of his injured arm, and she didn’t wish to put him in danger. Her car was… Well, she didn’t know. Hadn’t thought to ask. Rowan’s was apparently wrecked, which didn’t surprise her considering the damages done to both Helia and him. Lorcan had given Rowan his keys, no questions asked.

He was tense beside her, which only made her slow more. Her heart melted in pain at the fear in his eyes, at how hard he was gripping the door handle as if he was ready to jump out of the vehicle.

First his parents, then Lyria, and now… Well, he didn’t have a good track record with car crashes. She admired his strength, climbing into a car so soon after. It’d taken her years before she could even take a bath, and she hadn’t been the one to have an accident in the water. And yet Rowan, he faced that… she wouldn’t say easily, but she envied him as much as she didn’t.

She knew he wanted to break, just that he… couldn’t. She enjoyed her freedom to break, to show weakness. She just wished she was enough for him to rely on her, even if it wasn’t truly her place anymore.

She parked in front of the familiar house, the place that had felt like home. She’d missed it very much, if she allowed herself to be honest. “Do you need help getting out of the car?” She asked, her voice slightly quivering. It must be because of the fatigue.

He simply shook his head, stepping out of the car and she followed in silence, the bag of clothes her father gave her on her shoulder. She was glad she hadn’t seen Sam when she went back to the room, or that she hadn’t seen Elide, as horrible as it sounded. She didn’t want to close herself up per see, she did appreciate their support. She just really didn’t wish for the hard complications to take place anytime soon.

Nothing had changed since the last time she’d been there, all the furniture were still at the same place. The only thing that had changed were the toys scattered all around the room. She smiled at the sight, her girl had grown up, and this was the proof of it. Why must time pass so quickly? Why had she been away for so long, missing these parts of her life?

“Can I make some coffee?” she asked as she took off her shoes, sighing in relief.

He was standing in the middle of his living room, eyes rived on his daughter’s toys.

“Don’t need to ask,” he said, voice flat at barely louder than a whisper.

“Rowan,” she breathed, walking to his side. He didn’t seem to have heard her, to even notice her until she laid a hand on his shoulder, which surprised him enough to have him turn his head toward her. “Are you alright?”

He didn’t answer for a second, then another, and another. He shook his head, as if he was trying to regain his sense. “Of course, I’m doing great.”

She hated the sound of these words on his tongue, hated the untruthfulness. “We don’t lie to each other, Rowan,” she whispered. “Don’t do that.”

There was a flash of something in his eyes, and then it was gone before she could ask about it. He shook his head, “Nevermind, Aelin. I’m feeling as good as you are.”

She snorted at that. “Then good luck.”

His eyebrows furrowed a little more, but before he could ask, she turned around and made her way into the familiar kitchen. Rowan followed suit, and instead of going for the coffee machine like she did, he opened the refrigerator. He took out cheese and butter, and then closed the fridge’s door, and took out bread and two knives.

She finished pouring her cup of coffee and asked him if he wanted one, he shook his head. “Come eat.”

“I’m not—” he gave her a look that pinned her in place, and she nodded, knowing he wouldn’t accept her refusal. She swallowed and went to stand across from him, spreading butter and cheese on a spice of bread. It wasn’t the best of meals, but it would do. They ate in silence, and the weight of food in her stomach made her feel sick. Or perhaps it was all the coffee, the thought was enough for her to push away her cup. She wouldn’t make herself sick, she’d lived through enough these past few days, she wouldn’t humiliate herself now.

“Last thing I told her was that she was insufferable,” Rowan said, voice almost quiet.

“Rowan,” she breathed, her heart breaking.

“She rambled all day about going to that goddamn theme park with you this weekend, literally all day,” he said, closing his eyes. “And then she threw a tantrum, saying that I didn’t love her because I didn’t want to take her to another theme park the week after. I told her I had to work, and then she said I loved my job more than her, where the fuck did she hear that? She threw mean words at me, and she fucking reminded me of myself, I told her she was…” he lost a ragged breath, and her heart squeezed in her chest. “Then, the car hit us.”

“She knows that you love her,” Aelin said, convinced. “She won’t remember it, and even if she does, you’ll tell her how much you love her when she wakes up.”

“She never thought that I didn’t love her before,” he hissed, but she knew it wasn’t out of anger at her. More at the situation, at life.

“You’re human, Rowan, it’s okay to break sometimes. And… she’s changed, this past year,” she whispered. Aelin had noticed. The girl was more irritable, more sensible. She always needed reassurance, which Aelin provided a lot of. But still, she noticed that the number of tantrums she threw was just growing.

Rowan nodded, and there wasn’t much else she could say. Whatever she could come up with, whatever reasonable arguments she could give him, he won’t believe it until he gets the chance to fix things.

She looked around, and she was surprised at the rush of sadness that hit her. This was the place where she used to eat breakfast every morning, the place where she’d laugh and cry her hardest. The place where she was part of a family. Where Helia was now growing up, so, so far away from her. Where Helia was clearly struggling, and Aelin couldn’t offer her more than a weekend occasionally.

Aelin could even believe she was responsible for that shift in the girl’s demeanor. She was the one that left, and yes, she had known it had affected her at some degree but… Was she hurt so much that she was now snapping at her father? Doubting his love?

Wasn’t the doubt of a parent’s love that had led Aelin down that destructive path she had so eagerly followed?

She would never allow her daughter to do the same.

Never.

“I think I will stay,” she told Rowan, and her voice didn’t tremble as she thought it would.

He nodded, “I told you that you could, Aelin. Take my bedroom, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “I-I meant in Doranelle.” He looked up then, his eyes slightly widened. She went on, feeling the need, the urge, to explain her plans. “I’ll stay with my dad for a while, and then I’ll rent an apartment downtown. It’ll be easier to see Helia, it could be good for her. I could help you, too, when you’re working and need someone to take care of her.”

He was so, so still. “What about your mental health?”

She swallowed, “I’m doing better, and she makes me happy. I’m learning how to compartmentalize.”

“You have this new school,” he said, voice flat as a rush of warm hit her skin.

“They have a campus in Doranelle, I could apply there.”

She had his entire focus on her, and she felt pinned under his gaze. She couldn’t read him, had they spent that long apart?

And then, he laughed.

He laughed, passing a hand over his head. “I-I’m sorry,” he said between laughs, looking back at her, sending him into another fit of laughter as she stood, entirely confused. Had he lost his goddamn mind?

He leaned into the counter, his elbows resting there, and his face hidden in his hands. But then, the sound of laughter changed.

His chest was shaking for another reason, one that had her even more petrified than his strange laughter.

Rowan Whitethorn was crying.

Aelin rushed to his side, but the moment she laid a hand on his shoulder, he jumped away from her touch. She was under shock and surprise as she looked up at him, and the pain on his face was enough to have her own eyes burn. “Please, don’t touch me.”

She nodded, “Alright, I’m sorry.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. “Go to sleep, Aelin.”

She squared her shoulders, “Don’t order me around, I want to help you, Rowan, you won’t push me away.”

His voice broke, and so did his soul, as he said: “You’re the one who pushed me away.” She recoiled at the words, her bottom lip wobbling. But he kept going, even with the tears staining his beautiful brown skin. “You left, I tried everything I could, but you left. And I begged you, I begged you to come back to me, to come back to us, you said you couldn’t. Because this place wasn’t good for you, because of your school. But what you meant all along was that you wouldn’t come back for me.”

“That’s not wh—”

“Aelin, please,” he begged her. “Right now, when I look at you, all I see is the reminder that I’m. Not. Enough. And I don’t know how long I can still live like this, Aelin, and watching you now… It’s too fucking painful.”

“You think looking at you isn’t painful too? That it’s not killing me?” She breathed. “My whole life, I have been replaceable, all the time. I have wanted to come back, at least since my birthday, and I was so close to coming back home, just to hear from our daughter that you’ve moved on. That you replaced me, just the way my parents did my whole life.” She was breathless, and his eyes were wide open, his mouth parted. “So, it hurts? Deal with it, because being around you kills me.”

There were a few seconds of silence, when only their heavy breathing. Then, “I replaced you? Are you joking, you’re the one who came here with your little boyfriend, you’re still wearing his jacket.”

“What?” She asked, shocked. “Sam isn’t my—He’s just—Why should I even explain myself for a kiss? You have sleepovers. And by the way, your daughter isn’t a fan of your little girlfriend.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said, so matter-of-factly that she nearly believed him.

“Helia said you did, Fenrys did, all of your friends know, and we both know that you aren’t good at hiding relationships. I cut,” she said, voice breaking on the word, “contact with Fenrys because he didn’t tell me about you and Remelle, I lost my friend, so don’t lie to me. Please,” she begged, “At least have the respect to not lie to my face.”

“Remelle?” He frowned, taking a step in her direction. “No, no. It wasn’t like that Aelin.”

“Have you slept with her?” Aelin asked, already knowing the answer. She knew she had no right resenting him for seeing other women, they weren’t an item anymore… and yet, it would still make her sick.

“She kissed me, once,” he admitted. “Nothing else.”

She nodded, a knot in her throat. “Did you like it?”

“Did you like kissing Sam?”

She shook her head, “No. I didn’t.”

“Me neither,” he admitted, and she desperately wished to believe him.

And she realized that she could. That he’d never lied to her for anything other than her protection, and that he wouldn’t… “Why, then? Why did Helia tell me she was over at your house all the time?”

He looked away for a second and then looked back at her. “She is divorcing her husband, and… I don’t know, I wanted to show her that the world could be a happy place. That one bad relationship didn’t mean the end of the world, that she could make friends. Then, she came over more and more, because she felt alone. Until one day she kissed me, and she hasn’t been in this house ever since.”

“Oh,” she breathed, feeling lighter. He nodded, and she passed a hand through her knotted hair. “I wanted to call you, on my birthday.”

He took a step in her direction, and she didn’t take a step back. She stayed right where she was. Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was her mind finally deciding to stop fighting. “What would you have said?” He took another step in her direction, closing up the gap between them.

She looked up, her entire body feeling as if she would collapse. “That I had a talk with my father. That I knew you fought for me, that you were ready to fight the hospital for me. That I knew you had no other choice.”

One more step, and she could feel his warmth spreading through her. One more step and he would be flushed to her body. Somehow, she still didn’t pull away.

Not anymore.

“Is that it?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I would have told you… I miss you. You’re enough, you’ve always been to me, and that I want you. That I have never felt as whole as I am with you, and that I don’t think I can be really happy so far from you. I tell you, now, that I want to kiss every single one of your scars, and forget about what has been done to us in the past. Because this could be… This could be the start of our new life, no more secrets, no more fears, we just heal, grow and love.”

He didn’t move, but she did. She took that last step, and then there was just Rowan. Her Rowan.

New tears escaped his eyes, but they weren’t the same as before. They were… good ones. They couldn’t truly be happy right now, not with Helia still asleep, but… They were as close as they could be.

“You’re not going back to Varese,” he said.

She shook her head. “I’m not.”

“You’re staying here, not with your father.”

She cocked her head to the side, “What if it’s too fast?”

He mirrored her gesture, “Since when do we care about the rules?”

And that pulled a grin out of her. He was right. They’d lost enough time already.

“Can I hug you?” He asked.

“Not kiss me?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ll do that when we wake up tomorrow, and when I’m sure this is what you want.”

She could tell him that she was sure, that she couldn’t get more real and raw than she was now, but she knew what he meant. They were never stickers for the rules, but he wanted to make things right this time. So, Aelin rose on her tiptoes and she wrapped her arms around Rowan, careful at not putting pressure on his bad arm.

He pressed her to her, and it was as if she was breathing for the first time in month. His smell was intoxicating, the feeling of his skin and his hair… She loved it, loved him.

She felt at peace as she fell asleep with his hand in hers, as if nothing could ever happen to her anymore. As if being with Rowan had just fixed almost everything wrong in the universe. It was truly them now, and the thought was as scary as it was exciting.

The thing was, Aelin didn’t listen to her fears. Only to her heart.

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starter-library · 3 months

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NIGHTMARE TIME 2 LYRIC STARTERS

feel free to change phrasing as you see fit

“You, no need to run away”

“The nightmare will get you soon”

“No need to contemplate how deeply that you're afraid ‘cause your life is a waning moon”

“You can run, but are you fast enough?”

“You can hide, but I will find you”

“Hold your breath so I don't hear you”

“Take every prеcaution, babe”

“Do you even understand the danger that you are in?”

“I'm in your head and you know it”

“Just run away if you want, if you dare”

“Daddy's gonna get you”

“You fill my heart with sunny things”

“Why'd you walk away from me without a care, dispose of me like I was trash”

“No scar, you lеft a gash”

“Your talents are way beyond obscene you witch”

“Should ne'er have called you late at night but I was so alone at night, a fate that's worse than death”

“You could end up with the fix of your dreams”

“What you want, I got in the back and front”

“You want it? You got it. That's the leadership I provided”

“Keep yourself from getting too excited ‘cause once I'm through with you, you're uninvited”

“I'm the queen biatch, queen of all the chaos. queen of all you love and adore”

“The tables have turned, have they not?”

“You can call him a pig, you can call him a slob”

“Take my own advice you'd better pay the price he asks for”

“You can call him a curse, you can call him a jinx and like a pig to shit, he's running his way to you”

“Just up the county road therе's a farm the townies know that'll hook you up with all the perks”

“He's not quite human, that's for sure. He is a walking night terror”

“His blade is sharp as a saber tiger's bite and if you think you'll stand your ground, you better think twice”

“His spirit is hollow, he’s having fun though”

“He's what the doctors call insane”

“He's got his mind on your liver you know what he will deliver”

“These woods belong to him and we're all at his peril”

“They sat on the beach, they met real cute”

“You wanna date me, there’s a catch and only one”

“If you’re so so lucky you might just get to first base”

“You’re cool enough to handle it”

“My cautiousness is fabulous”

“What a crime it is for time to pass when I'm with you”

“Just take my hand to fight the winds of change”

“I'm young at heart, a tortured soul, I carry the years but my heart still grows”

“We're still the same inside”

“You can't kill me, do you want to?”

“If you kill me I will haunt you”

“Burn it down what's the point of it anyway”

“Not even your heart can throw you a rope”

“Just run away with me, You won't feel so alone”

“I'll carry a torch for us both”

“Even a hero needs some hope”

“Even though the rain keeps falling follow my lead and we'll keep running home”

“Even when you're feeling nothing I can make your heart keep beating on”

“You never ever had my best interests in mind”

“Sticks and stones never broke my bones but the things you say always got in the way of my own very existence”

“Now it's your turn to despair”

“You're getting clowned this time”

“”Whatever don't kill you makes you strong” I don't know about you but I think that's wrong, I plan on keeping you living in shame”

“If you were smart you'd play dead”

“Did you ever even notice what I lost?”

“Did you only ever notice you got caught?”

“I discovered this power of mine running through me”

“I won't try and fight it anymore, I’m gearing up and ready for war”

“You gotta fight beforе you win”

“You should know I will wait through the years”

“I've never been the one to run away suffice to say too much damage has been done”

“I can't think of any other way all I'm left to take is a road that's all but gone”

“I'll find you in the next timeline”

“It's my last of many apologies”

“It's hard to see how we go around again”

“I have to trust there's a galaxy where we succeed. Not a matter of how just a matter of when”

“The time has come to separate our lives”

“Maybe down the line we can survive”

“Just tell me the time and place I'll be there”

“Take me to another place in time”

“I'll travel to outer space to share your air”

“Take me away from here to where our love's still strong”

“Take me away from here to where we're arm in arm”

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elikaina · 10 months

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ngl, when I first read the itoshi brothers backstory, my initial thought was that this type of conflict could only happen between siblings as they both lashed out and hurt each other deeply and I understand both sides of it as well.

On rin's side, rin was excited to see his brother who he hasnt seen in a few years and missed a lot in both football and companionship. But sae's time in spain changed him and he doesnt recognize him, it feels like he changed their shared dream without consulting him.

He admires sae too much to be the best striker, he believes that that title belongs to sae. So rin felt like his brother threw him away and looked down on him when he lost the one-on-one. Rin started questioning their whole relationship like it was false and thinking that he meant nothing to sae, all those good memories are now burnt like trash. Rin's worldview shattered and couldnt stand anything that reminded him of sae, while at the same time, he yearned for his approval.

Sae, on the other hand, went straight to rin after he got back from spain. He didnt go home to put his stuff away before confronting rin, it was that serious for him.

Before I go in depth about his reaction, you gotta remember that sae went to spain when he was around 12/13 years old (7th grade). He was young, dealing with culture shock, language barrier, homesickness, and the feeling that he was not good enough to continue as a striker. No matter how much passion you have for something, sometimes its just not meant to be so you learn to adjust and go into something that is more suited for your skills.

With all of these negative feelings that's been brewing over the past couple of years, sae went to talk to the only person who he thought would be understanding, empathising, and supportive of him and his new goal.

He tried to adjust their shared dream from being number 1 and 2 striker to him being the best midfielder while rin is the best striker so rin would still be onboard. But instead he got the last bit of hope in his heart was crushed when rin rejected him and told him he's not the brother that he remembers. He went through whatever happened in spain and rins words were the final nail to his coffin. Something inside broke, he has nothing to lose anymore, no one to rely on.

So he went with the one-on-one without holding back. And called rins soccer lukewarm cause rin was basically copying his style while rin original way was completely different. This also made sae feel so infuriated with rin cause rin actually has the skills that he lacks to become the best striker. Sae calls him out on this by telling him that he didnt experience the real world and that he should give up if this is how wishes to play cause he knows that rins not gonna survive cause he didnt.

All of this misfortune happening to them around the ages of 16-17ish and 14-15ish. they are both teenagers, so they have a chance to learn and grow from these interactions and eventually mend their relationship. But what are siblings, especially teen siblings, if not petty.

It's kinda annoying (to me) when ppl disregard the fact that they were both hurt.

Yeah, I admit, that sae was harsh, as a brother, after the u20 vs. blue lock game. As a world-renowned player, his judgment, though biased from his hate towards japanese football, is frankly correct. Ego literally reiterated what what sae told rin to the team afterward.

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deadprompts · 6 months

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟻 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

no one is impressed, man.

people came and took this place.

this isn't the end.

we can walk away, and we will never cross paths again! i promise you!

your way of doing things is done.

i'm gonna hose you down in your sleep.

we can make it there.

it's all about survival now.

i haven't gotten used to it.

oh, sunshine, you don't get both.

you fought to be here and we have to keep fighting.

you know what's happening here and you let it happen.

come and get me.

you're survivors.

i kept listening to the news so i could do what i could to help.

we had to stop being out there.

why don't you say what's really on your mind?

he had one skill that kept him living.

it's not your fault, you know.

i ain’t slaying a lion anytime soon.

i could kill you right now. i could.

try to look at the good we're doing.

never let your guard down. ever.

get over yourself.

we’re not splitting up again.

i think pretty people taste better, too.

keep walking.

don't you want one more day with a chance?

cards on the table.

did you ask him the questions?

good news is you're not dead yet.

the deal is done.

if you don't fight, you die.

you owe us.

you don't need their love, but you need their respect.

i know what you did.

i've killed people. i don't even know how many by now.

i always lock the doors.

it's better now.

it's funny how you don't even notice the time go by.

as bad as it gets, it's still better than down there.

except you didn't get us here.

what the hell did we think was gonna happen?

people like you are supposed to be dead.

people are the real threat now.

i know you're feeling like an outsider.

i’m not a scientist.

we ain’t ashes.

you and your people took away our home.

sounds like i'd want to be part of your family.

i don't have any friends.

god, you're really that much of a coward?

things don't get better because you want them to.

the longer they're out there, the more they become what they really are.

i owe you everything.

they don't get to live.

this place is going to make us weak.

that's what i'm going to use to kill you.

everybody can't be bad.

we're all going to die and you let this happen for nothing.

i'll be damned if i'm gonna let that happen again.

nightmares end. they shouldn't end who you are.

you should keep your gates closed.

they're scared of you and me for different reasons.

i didn't need to know that, but cool.

the happier my officers are the harder they work to keep us going.

this... is not real.

you haven't had to get your hands dirty. i can tell.

you keep the windows intact, you keep society intact.

nowadays people are just as dangerous as the dead.

it's a long trip, but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make.

they're coming for us.

i look around this room and i see survivors.

eyes in every direction!

i’m not giving up, you hear me?

you’re the butcher, or you’re the cattle.

you said that we get to start over.

where are our people!?

it went the way it had to.

i want you to help us survive.

i don't want to lie anymore.

sorry i was an asshole.

i just need to forget.

the living will have this world again.

starting right now, we have to live in the real world.

turn it off.

come at me.

we'll survive, i'll show you how.

shut up.

no one's coming.

i met a lot of bad people out here doing a lot of bad shit.

we brought dinner.

my daddy was religious. i used to be.

i was watching them.

we can find a way, and if we don't, i'm still with you.

i'm trying.

satan disguises himself as the angel of light.

if you’re safe enough to be bored, you’re lucky.

some days, i don't know what the hell to think.

they're just assholes i stay alive with.

a false light will destroy everything.

welcome to the human race, asshole.

you still don't get it.

we brought them here.

i don’t cry anymore.

it's kind of like saving an anchor when you're stuck without a boat in the middle of the ocean.

i'm taking anyone back there who wants to leave.

we should never have put up the signs.

i'd like to propose a toast.

you look ridiculous.

i know you're in pain.

i think a lot of people in your position probably woulda given up, but you didn't.

you don't have to do this.

walk away.

we got you here.

i told you to stop.

horrible shit just stacks up day after day. you get used to it.

are we supposed to be mad at him because he used it?

we were trying to do something good.

we are them, we are now.

you're not the only one who lost something today.

i’m damned. i was damned before.

these people are my family.

we are not the same. we never were.

we do what we need to do and then we get to live.

if you want to come with us, step forward now.

i didn’t turn away.

i guess it's easy to make a deal with the devil when you're not the one paying the price.

i'm not rubbing dirt on anything.

we'll make it work.

we don't go back.

they have guns and people.

who the hell do you think you are?

we were being human beings.

you're not like everybody else.

is that all you want to be?

if they can't make it, then we'll just take this place.

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