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why4anne · 2 years

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...But he fell harder

Pairing: Ethan Edwards x reader

Word count: 3k

Category: angst, fluff

Summary: Three weeks have gone by since you and Ethan last spoke.

Warnings: unrequited love, underage drinking, not proof read, curse words

Requested: Yes/No

Note: Hi guys! Thank you for being patient with this chapter. I know it too me a while. The reason behind this is school. I’m graduating tomorrow so it’s been a stressful couple of weeks. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Part 1

Masterlist

Y/N pov:

It’s been three weeks since that night at the frat party. In those two months you could count on one hand the number of times you’ve seen Ethan. It’s not like you’ve avoided him, you've just not gone out of your way to be with him. It’s for the best anyways. He was happy with his new girlfriend and you could be happy on your own. To be honest you’ve been messing around with a couple of guys at parties, something completely new for you. Honestly you think it’s fun to just let loose and not care what Ethan thinks. All of these years wasted on a boy who doesn’t even love your back. It’s not like you don’t love Ethan anymore but you’ve realized that if you really love him you would let him be happy and Laura seems to make him happy. Still, it kills you a little bit inside every time you see him cuddle her on the couch at a party but you’ve learned to deal with it. Your alcohol consumption has gone up significantly and so has your kiss count. Which leads us right to where you are right now, in the kitchen of some frat house pouring yourself a drink.

It is Friday night and you’ve just finished a big exam a couple hours earlier which means that it’s time for celebration.

“Who wants to do shots?” A random dude shouted over the crowd. Everybody cheered and suddenly there was a shot glass in your hand. You took the shot and placed the empty glass on the kitchen island when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the kitchen.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Was all Ethan said when you guys stopped walking.

“Hello to you too.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t avoid my question. Why have you been avoiding me for the last three weeks?” He asked again. How were you supposed to answer that?

‘I have been avoiding you because I’ve been madly in love with you since we were kids.’ Yeah that won’t fly.

“I haven’t.” Was all you could come up with in the end.

“Don’t lie to me!” He started getting louder.

“I’m not, I’ve just been busy.” You try to calm him down to no avail.

“You know what? Fine, if you won’t fucking talk to me I won’t talk to you. Have a good night.” He said as he walked away, leaving you behind. You follow him through the frat house and into the garden.

“No! You don’t get to walk away after screaming at me like that Ethan!” You yell at him, not caring who can hear. “And as far as I know you didn’t try to talk to me either. Were you too busy sucking faces with your girlfriend huh?” You spat the word out with venom.

“What the fuck does Laura have to do with all of this?” He asked, clearly aggravated.

“Laura hasn't done anything, it’s you!” You poke him in the chest with quite a lot of force.

“Stop fucking poking me!” He grabbed your wrist forcefully, not enough to hurt you but firmly enough to stop you from poking him.

“You’ve replaced me with some fucking girl you’ve known for what? Two months?” You snatched your wrist from his grip. Your jealousy was clear but somehow Ethan didn’t pick up on it.

“ I’ve replaced you? I think it’s quite the opposite!” Ethan was losing his patience at this point and so were you.’

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You challenged him, stepping closer to him. You had to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact. Those brown puppy dog eyes were still the most beautiful eyes in the entire world to you and it made your anger falter a bit. Your gaze moved from his eyes down to his lips. God how badly you want to kiss those lips.

“Don’t think I haven't seen you flirting with any guy who shows you any form of attention. You're such a hypocrite you know. You give me shit for having a girlfriend, who you set me up with by the way, and then you throw yourself at any guy in sight.” His harsh words brought you out of your trance and you could feel tears starting to pool in your eyes. It hurt because it was true. The weeks spent apart you desperately tried to numb the pain with alcohol and mindless hookups but none of it worked. He was still the only guy you wanted.

“And why do you even give a shit if I sleep around a bit?” You asked angrily.

“We both know that sleeping around is not your style.” He started but you cut him off.

“But it is now, okay! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Oh my god stop being such a bitch!” You instantly froze. During all of your years of friendship he’s never called you anything degrading. He also tensed up, his expression falling.

“You know what? I never thought you would sink that low Ethan.” You whispered, letting your tears fall freely. You turned around to walk away.

“Wait, Y/N please. I didn’t mean it.” He grabbed your waist and for the first time you didn’t feel butterflies by his touch.

“Go to hell Ethan.” You spat out and walked away. You pushed through the crowd of drunk college students while searching for Kate. You finally spotted her and started walking towards her when Ethan's voice cut through the music.

“Please, Y/N I’m sorry. Please listen to me.” He pleaded.

“We’re going home” You ignored him as you grabbed Kate and dragged her out of the frat house.

“What is going on?” She asked, confused.

“I’ll explain to you later.” You said, emotionlessly, as the cold evening breeze gave you goosebumps. Fuck, you really should’ve braught a jacket. You turned around one last time to see Ethan standing in the doorway looking crestfallen.

Two days later

Ethan’s Pov:

“Dude what is going on with you today?” Mark asked when practice was over.

“Nothing.” Ethan answered coldly.

“It’s clearly something.” Mark pressed. “You’re in a shit mood and you’ve been playing like crap.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Ethan tried to avoid the question.

“Yes it is. Look, your mood is not just affecting you, but the whole team too.” Mark clearly wouldn’t let this go.

“Fine, I had a fight with Y/N and said some dumb shit, okay” Ethan confessed his voice rising, grabbing the attention of the other UMich players.

“What was the fight about?” Luke Hughes asked as he and the others skated towards them.

“I don’t know man, it was stupid.” Ethan started while looking down at his feet.

“ Tell us dude.” Mark piped up.

“Alright, chill. I confronted her about ignoring me the last couple of weeks and it somehow turned into an argument about Laura.” Ethan explained, leaving out the last part.

“Okay… I have a feeling that’s not everything.” Mark tried to get Ethan to tell them more.

“Well, I kind of called her a bitch and now she’s not answering my calls.” Ethan confessed. The other boys looked shocked at this confession.

“You did what now?” Owen was the first to speak before all boys started cackling at the same time.

“What the fuck dude. Why would you call her that?” Kent Johnson asked, clearly mad at the brunette. Even if you were Ethans best friend you’ve become close to the rest of the UMich team after hanging out with them so much. They considered you one of them and were quite protective over you. This is very useful for when creeps would try and hit on you at parties. One glance at the hockey team and they were running away as quickly as possible.

“Ethan, that’s not okay.” Nick scolded.

“Yeah, especially since she’s been in love with you for ages.” Dylan said and everyone went quiet.

Ethan was speechless. You were in love with him? Everything seems to click in his head. All of the random gifts, the disapproval of his girlfriend, why you wouldn’t date other guys, it was because you had a crush on him.

“Dyl, you weren’t supposed to tell him that.” Luke shook his head at his roommate.

“Y/N’s in love with me?” Ethan asked for confirmation.

“Well, we might as well tell you now.” Owen said. “She’s probably been in love with you for years, man. At least for as long as we’ve known her. It was the first thing we noticed about her, you know, how she looked at you like you’ve hung the moon.”

“Y/N’s in love with me.” This time Ethan didn’t say it as a question but a statement.

“Yeah, dude. And what are you going to do about it?” Nick asked.

Ethan had to think for a moment. WHat was he going to do about it? He thought about how gorgeous he found you when he would push you on the swings when you were 9. How you always helped him when he was struggling in school. He thought about seeing you in the crowd at Yost and how his heart would leap when you smiled at him while you wore his jersey. It felt as if a light bulb was lit over his head. Ethan Edwards was in love with Y/N L/N. But he was still dating another girl.

“I don’t know… I'm still dating Laura.” Ethan told the boys with a sigh.

“Do you love her?” Kent asked the defenseman.

“What?” Ethan was confused.

“Laura. Do you love her?” Kent clarified.

“No.” Ethan answered confidently. “I’ve only known her for a couple of months.”

“Understandable. Do you love Y/N?” Kent asked once again.

“I think so…” Ethan sounded unsure.

“Yes or no. Do you love her?” Kent pressed the freshman.

“Alright, yes, I love her.” Ethan blurted out before he could think.

“There is your answer.” Kent sounded pleased with himself. Realization hit Ethan like a ton of bricks. You were the girl who was always there for him. It’s you who patches him up after a particularly physical hockey game. It’s you who go on midnight drives with him. You are the person who he feels the most comfortable with in the entire world. You were the girl for him.

“I have to go…” Ethan said as he skated towards the bench.

“Go get the girl Eddy!” The boys cheered him on.

Ethan knew what he had to do, but first he had to end things with Laura. He got in his car and drove to her dorm. He knocked on her door and waited anxiously.

“Ethan, hey what are you doing here?” Laura asked when she opened the door.

“Laura, can we talk?” Ethan asked immediately. He felt stupid for even getting in this situation in the first place. Why couldn’t he have figured out his love for you earlier? Laura is nice and he doesn't want to hurt her but he has to.

“Sure, come in, my roommate is not here.” The girl said as she opened the door wider to let him in.

“I think we should break up.” Ethan blurted out right after he sat down. He probably should’ve laid it out better but he truly didn’t know what to say. Laura stayed quiet for a minute and Ethan was afraid of her reaction. Would she scream? Would she cry? Instead she only sighed

“It’s because of Y/N isn’t it?” She asked calmly.

“How did you know?” Ethan was taken aback.

“It’s very obvious that you love one another. It was just a matter of time before you got your head out of your ass and figured it out.” Laura chuckled.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you.” Ethan apologized.

“It’s okay. I was prepared for it.” Laura told him honestly as she stood up and walked towards her closet. Ethan could see her pull out his jersey that Y/N used to have.

“I think this belongs to her.” Laura smiled and handed him the jersey.

“I’m truly sorry, Laura.” Ethan said when he took it.

“Really it's okay, no bad feelings on my part.” Laura went in for a quick hug. “You’re a great lover, Ethan. You’re going to make Y/N really happy, I know it.”

“Thank you. Really I am sorry.” He said again as he walked towards the door.

“Oh my god. Stop apologizing and go get your girl!” She smiled as she followed him.

“Yes, I’ll do that.” Ethan said. He walked out of the dorm and into his car. The drive to your dorm was familiar. He had driven it a hundred times but this time he felt nerves building in his stomach. What if you wanted nothing to do with him? He had to sit and hype himself up in the car for a minute before he started walking towards your dorm.

“What are you doing here?” Kate asked coldly as she opened the door.

“Is Y/N here?” Ethan asked without answering Kate's question.

“No.” Kate answered. She started closing the door but Ethan stopped her.

“Where is she then?” Ethan asked desperately.

“Why would I tell you?” Kate was not having any of his bullshit today.

“Please, Kate.” Ethan pleaded with her.

“Fine she’s at the library. Now leave.” Kate said as she closed the door.

Ethan walked back to his car. When he got outside he noticed how it had started raining.

He was speeding towards the library and he would probably get a fine if someone caught him but he didn’t care. There was only one thing on his mind: You. He parked his har in the empty parking lot. There were only six more cars there but he recognized none of them as yours. You must’ve walked.

Just as he was about to walk inside he saw you exit the library, holding books above your head to try and stay dry as you ran across the parking lot.

“Y/N, wait!” He called out. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked towards the sound. Ethan got out of the car and could feel the lukewarm rain hit him. “Please just listen to me.”

“What do you want?” You asked him.

“Look, I'm sorry. Fuck I’m so fucking sorry for what I said at that party. Please forgive me.” He desperately tried to apologize but you wouldn’t hear him out.

“Why should I believe you?” You asked bitterly as you started to turn around and walk to your dorm.

“Because I love you!” He called after you. You froze and turned around again.

“What?” Was all that came out.

“I love you, Y/N. I think I have loved you since we were in high school and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until now. I’m so fucking sorry. If I could turn back time and knock some sense into myself, believe me I would. But I'm here now, telling you this because I love you and I don’t want to lose you. I even broke up with Laura, please just hear me out.” He blurted out but couldn’t finish his speech before you shut him up with a kiss. He was still at first, shocked but soon he sneaked his arms around your waist and started kissing back. He felt your fingers tangle themselves in his wet hair. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, wanted for this kiss to never end but sooner or later the two of you had to break apart for air.

“Wow” Ethan was speechless.

“I know.” Was all you said.

“That was just, wow.” He breathed out.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain.” You confessed, a pink blush spreading on your cheeks and you looked down on the ground.

“Oh yeah?” Ethan asked as he placed his finger beneath your chin and lifted your head up.

“Yeah” You answered him before his lips met yours again. This kiss was slower, both of you wanting to remember this moment forever.

“I’ve got something for you.” He told you with a smile.

“You do? What is it?” You asked him excitedly.

“Follow me.” Ethan grabbed your hand and started to walk towards his car. He couldn’t help but notice how your hand fit perfectly in his and he smiled at the thought.

“Here.” He said as he handed you his jersey from his passenger seat.

“Really?” Tears started to form in your eyes as you held the jersey in your hands tightly.

“Baby, don’t cry. It was always yours to begin with and it will always be yours to keep.” He gently wiped your tears with his thumb.

“Always?” You asked as you met his eyes.

“Always” He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Now c'mon, let’s get home and get you dried but before you catch a cold.” He opened the door for you and waited for you to get in. He then closed the door and walked over to the driver's seat.

“What?” He asked when he noticed you staring at him.

“Tell me you love me again.” You told him.

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than words can describe. You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world and I know we just had our first kiss together but I know with 100 percent certainty that you are the girl for me. I love you.” Ethan paused for a second. “Do you love me too?”

“Ethan Edwards, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. It started as a stupid school girl crush but you made it impossible to not love you.” You confessed. Ethan smiled brightly and leaned in for another kiss. In that moment both of you knew that even if you fell first, he fell harder.

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quarantine-anon · 1 year

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(I'm making my own post because adding this to someone else's post felt really rude. If they see it, yeah, it's in response to that post.)

Anwyay

Owen Strand. Yes, he's a bad parent. I hate the character. No, he doesn't deserve to be killed off.

Those things can coexist.

Owen is a flawed character. I'm not expecting characters to be perfect because if they were, there would be no story. The problem with Owen Strand is that he doesn't really grow as a character. Not enough, anyway.

He's selfish. He makes everything about himself. He inserts himself into places where he doesn't belong. He takes credit for things that have nothing to do with him. He has major anger issues. He prioritizes his job over his son.

Those are all interesting flaws for a character to start with. But they have to grow past those flaws for them to continue being interesting. Owen hasn't grown past those flaws in a meaningful way yet.

Back in season 1, episode 1, Owen immediately made it onto my "I hate this character" list and hasn't made it off yet. He found out that he had cancer and hid it from his adult son. He clearly wasn't planning on ever telling TK that he had cancer. He only came clean about it when TK found out and confronted him about it. I didn't mind him making that moment all about himself, because it was! What I hated was that he didn't feel like it was important to inform his son of this major illness that he had.

I didn't watch season 1 when it originally aired. I watched it almost a year later. Almost a year after my Dad died of cancer. And I remember that the first thing he did when he found out was call my sister and me and tell us his diagnosis because he knew we deserved to know. I'm not going to claim that my dad was perfect. He had anger issues too. I'm still dealing with some minor emotional trauma from that.

But that was Owen is season 1. He's had two full seasons to grow as a character since then, right?

Season 1 is interesting because it seemed like he was really growing as a character. He began prioritizing his son over his job when he had a history of doing the opposite. He stopped making things all about him when they shouldn't be. Sure, he brought Zoe to the hospital while TK was in a coma and he was waiting for him to wake up, but we've all done weird things. It's fine.

And then all the progress he had made in season 1 was lost when season 2 started. I know that his "I'm going tocbe a father" line has been torn to shreds by the fandom already, so I'm not going to discuss it to death here. But he didn't consider being there for TK to be a good enough reason to have one more surgery to remove any remaining traces of cancer from his body. His dog and his unborn child were, though.

At least he apologized for saying that.

Owen wasn't the only one being a bad parent to TK in the first half of season 2. Gwyn doesn't get a free pass either. She barely had any screen time with her son! The few times they had screentime together, it was wonderful, but she was far more interested in her thing with Owen and her unborn baby than in her living, breathing son.

There's no doubt that they love TK, based on what he says. They just did a really terrible job of showing it. And the general rule in visual media is show, don't tell. Let me see how much Owen and Gwyn love TK. I only felt their love for him in episode 8.

Owen had a bit of character growth throughout season 2, like any good character should. Then he regressed again at the start of season 3.

TK is in a coma because Owen didn't want to fight for the 126? What? That speech literally made no sense. And they didn't even feel the need to show Owen in TK's hospital room with him, when we know they shot the scenes because they released stills of it. It wasn't important enough to show Owen caring about his son. It was more important that he go track down Billy with Tommy because that's what the plot needed him to do.

I get feeling the need to go do something. When my dad was dying, I had times when I just needed to get out of the house. Oh, we're out of milk? Let me run to the grocery store and get some. When you're sitting there watching someone you love die, it's really, really hard. I get that Owen didn't feel like he could just sit around and do nothing. But that's what he did the last time TK was in a coma. He stayed in his son's hospital room to wait for him to wake up. Owen was there for an extremely short time before making it all about himself and leaving. We never even saw him interact with his son after he woke up! That's on the writers and the director, because that scene should have been included in the episode.

Owen had some good character growth at the end of season 3, once he was willing to take therapy seriously and face his past. And yes, I cried when I realized that TK was named after Owen's little brother who died.

Season 4 Owen (so far) has shown the most consistent growth of any season premiere Owen. He didn't automatically assume that the beautiful woman who showed up on his doorstep was looking for him. He didn't want to get involved with the investigation. He made sure to answer the phone when TK called him, even when the FBI didn't want him to.

And I get that it's impossible to be available every second of every day. Owen has his own life, and that's a good thing. But the way he handled it with TK made me a bit upset. Tk's desperately trying to get ahold of his dad because he needed him, but his dad never answered. For almost the entire day. His dad wasn't available, so he went to his father-in-law.

Am I giving Gabriel and Andrea too much credit? Possibly. But I see genuine character growth with them. They're trying. Gabriel dropped whatever he had planned for the day to help TK. Owen could have told the FBI that he was done, to find someone else, that his son was his priority, not them, but he didn't. They had already told him multiple times that they were done with him. He could have done the same. But he didn't.

Yes, Gabriel's and Owen's situations that day were different, but Owen could have chosen differently. He could have chosen to be there for TK, but he didn't.

I greatly dislike Owen Strand. I think he's a bad parent and a questionable person. (Based on my minimal knowledge of mental disorders, I'd guess that he has NPD. That's what my best friend's dad has, and I see a lot of the same traits in Owen as I saw in him.) I think we should see Owen continuing in therapy. Therapy that he isn't treating like a joke for the majority of the time.

I do not think that Owen should get killed off of the show. I think that would do more harm than good at this point. He can move back to New York, and I'd be happy. He could have much less screen time, and I'd be happy. But I don't want him to die. TK doesn't deserve that. He's already lost his mom. He doesn't deserve to lose his dad, too.

The only storylines that I actually want to see with Owen are: Owen getting therapy and realizing his flaws and working to become better, and Owen's cancer comes back. Yes, he's been in remission for 2 years now, but cancer can come back at any time. As long as they don't use it to kill him off, I want it to come back.

tl;dr

Owen Strand is not a good parent. He's not the worst parent, but he's not great. He does not, however, deserve to die because of it. He's annoying, and his character development doesn't stick.

There's a lot of potential with his character, but until they start writing him consistently, give him less screen time in favor of more interesting characters, and give him a personal storyline, I can't be bothered to care about him.

You're allowed to like him if you want, but please understand that those of us who don't like him have genuine reasons for disliking him.

#911 lone star #owen strand #anti owen strand #also there's the fact that he's played by Rob Lowe who's great when he's playing comedy #but can't really pull off the drama nearly as well.

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damien-mlm · 1 year

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is Red a cat or dog person?

does he watch stuff on YouTube and, if so, why?

does he like to read?

does he like poetry?

favourite season and wheather?

this one might be obvious but... favourite colour?

does he know another language?

tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?

does he play video games?

is he a sore loser?

does he set New Year's resolution?

hobbies?

favourite and least favourite chore?

any allergies?

does he like children and do children like him?

does he like horror films (especially slasher xD)?

Cat person!! Dogs get too loud and get on his nerves

He does! He likes to watch horror creators like Hanna The Horrible (<- actual content creator)

Not really, books was all he had for years in his old house so he will avoid most of them, he's sick of reading

His fave season is spring, a nice warm day, partially clouded sky and a cool breeze is his prefered weather

He has an obsession with the color red, but I wouldnt say its his favorite color. He doesn't even know if he has one

My boy only knows English

Stout

Not really, doesnt see the appeal

Surprisingly, no!

Nah, he hasn't had any aspirations or goals in a long time

Will go for walks around the woods with his headphones on. He likes to walk up to a certain cliff and sit at the edge while blasting music in his ears

Fav chore is laundry, least fav is sweeping

He's allergic to getting shot yes i think im funny

He's scared of kids and doesn't know how to act around them, so he stays as far away as possible

Yes! He's a big fan of Ari Aster 👀

#damon ‘red’ herring

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crowley-in-arkham · 2 years

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Smoke and mirrors, dogs and birds.

This place has a perverse love of unnecessary vagueness.

As I entered my office first thing this morning, the Asylum halls lit only by the buzzing white fluorescents as the sun hasn't even risen yet, Rook seemed--unusually perturbed.

"Good morning, Rook," I raised a brow at the boy, "You doin' okay?"

The kid's looked at me, a gaze well worth the chill it gave me. His blue eyes were dilated in a feverish sort of terror. He looked down the corridor, then up the corridor. His frantic gaze hesitating on me for but a moment as pushed open the door stating: "I gotta ask you something."

I tilted my head, thinking, the hell has him rattled?

I nodded and motioned him in, closing the door behind me.

His hands quaked as he plucked his phone from his pocket, flicking open his gallery and showing me a short video that was taken, seemingly, crouched behind an empty gurney.

"So, you're sayin you want me to change the concentration?" A familiar southern drawl purred, the camera focused on pretty salted auburn hair.

"Yes, just for this week, we'll compare it to previous tests," Another familiar voice stated, "Any new symptoms to the formula? We were concerned after what occurred with Tockman that you'd take like Carrion did."

The camera flicked to Strange, but only for a moment before ducking back down and focusing on the tails of labcoats.

"Mn, couple of migraines, an occasional itch in my id. Otherwise, it seems my antipsychotics keep me from, well," Crane stopped. The ticking of heels clamored through the hall, and Crane let out his charming, ominous chuckle. "Speak 'o the devil."

Then a softer, lowered tone purred through the corridor.

"Jon."

"Carrion."

"Good evening, Ms. Carrion."

"Evening, Dr. Strange." There was a short pause, then a curt, "How's the solution to my little problem coming along?"

"Are you willing to try a medication?" Strange offered, "It seems Dr. Crane here is experiencing less of a reaction to the-"

"Fix it." It said flatly.

Crane snickered, and sucked his teeth, "Ain't you a delight, darlin."

"I think you'd do best to stay in Crowley's care, Jonathan." The words dripped with resentment.

"No can do, hun," Crane teased, "Your turn to play with Dr. Crane, now."

"I'm sorry, was Diane not free?"

"Oh, bless your heart."

"Crane, Carrion, please."

The camera haphazardly zoomed out, and showed Strange's legs turn towards the woman's.

"How about you go downstairs? We'll join you shortly."

"I don't see what she sees in that man."

The heels crossed the hall, and the operator, Rook I presume, gasped, as the camera shot up to a familiar haphazard bun of raw chocolate colored hair.

Before the camera turned off, an amber eye met the camera line of site. She smirked, then looked away, stepping into the doorway to the stairwell.

The video stopped at my disappearing into the door.

My disappearing.

"Rook, what--"

He stared at me with an expression I couldn't quite infer as being either fear or hate.

"Crowley-- Carrion? I don't know what the hell this is, but you best explain now."

I stared at his trembling gaze at a loss.

"I can't-- not because I'm deliberately hiding this from you, but rather, I don't know."

"How the hell do you not know?" Rook stared at me, "that's you, isn't it?"

"I- yes but-- I don't remember this happening; I don't treat Crane like that! You know that!"

"Then why- what's going on downstairs?"

"I don't know, I can't tell you because I don't know."

"Why was Crane out of his cell?"

"I think-- smoke and mirrors," I sighed, "Edward said Crane was smoke and mirrors."

Rook paused; "Crowley, are you--"

"Fuck," I pinched the skin between my eyes. "Fucking- God damn it."

I stepped over to my desk and flipped through the stacks of patient files, looking at the personal notes that had appeared without my cognizant.

"If you don't know, you will," I echoed what Jon had told me to myself. "It was me. It's all me."

Rook looked more concerned than ever.

"I'm an experiment, I'm one of Dr. Crane's little pet projects. That explains so much."

"What do you mean, Crowley?"

"I mean, no self-respecting rehabilitation center would let a psychiatrist treat patients she knows."

I slapped down a file, "Harvey Dent. Harvey, Bruce, and I used to go out to breakfast, lunch, karaoke-- they thought I was 'good people', in Bruce’s terms.."

I slapped down another file, "Edward Nashton, or Nygma, was a coworker, a skilled lab expert with a knack for computer sleuthing and a unique flavor of deduction."

I laid down a third, "Jervis Tetch, I didn't know him intimately, but we knew one another in passing. Bruce introduced me to Tetch and the rest of his hardware development team while they were working the the project that ultimately bore Tetch's hats. The two of us got along well."

And finally, I flopped the last file.

"Jonathan Isaiah Crane." I flipped open the folder, "He was a professor. My professor. A good friend, too. I trusted him, and I admired him," I paused, staring down at the page remembering somberly the day; "I knew him as much as he would share, but still more intimately than most. You know his favorite pie is pecan? Got him some for his birthday one year. The last year, actually."

Rook stared at me, hearing the tightening of my throat, leaning over my desk: "Doc, I-"

I clenched my fists still staring down at the page, "He gassed me once. I was one of the Scarecrow's first real victims."

I muttered,"Outside of his experiments and petty qualms."

I felt this, angry all-encomassing destain rush over me, "You don't forget."

Rook took a step back, hearing the venom in my tone, "Crowley--"

"You don't forget what it's like, Rook." I hissed quietly, "To be afraid like that. He ripped that feeling open again. With a plume of orange gas, he pulled out of me something I hadn't felt since I was a child."

"Fear?"

"Real fear," I chuckled dryly, "I pretend I had a nice life, a kind one. A loving family, all my life. Nobody would know it, but that isn’t true. I could barely remember how it felt to be afraid to exist. I didn't forget it, I repressed it. I forgot because my brain couldn't bare to remember."

Rook gave me a concerned look. His terror from before, now, a different variety of petrified.

I continued, "Scarecrow reawoke that fear, undid those years of remedy. Sure, the threads were haphazard, but there were threads. His toxin cut through them like a hot knife through butter."

"Whatever the hell is going on downstairs is a terrible idea," I gripped Crane's file and remembered that ominously titled 'formula'.

"Jonathan Crane was never my patient. I was his."

I spun around, then opened the vacuum safe atop my filing cabinet. Rook watched as I nestled a black glistening gas mask into it's place over my face, tightening the straps around my head.

It felt like something was eating me alive as my body shook involuntarily. "I need to get out of this fucking gas, then--"

I grabbed my bag.

"I need to have a word with a few of Arkham Asylum's good doctors."

#arkham asylum #dc comics #batman rogues #batman villains #dc universe #working at arkham #dc #gotham rogues #crowley in arkham #jonathan crane

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Moving Pictures

One thing I'm really enjoying about this project is the opportunity to really consider each book. Most of these I've only read once, as part of one whirlwind hyperfocus dash or other, but the reviews force me to focus on each book one at a time.

Moving Pictures

First Read: High School

Verdict then: Good book, now where's the next one?

Verdict now: A funny, loving, and well executed parody/takedown/homage to Hollywood and movies. You can see a lot of growth as a writer since the conceptually similar Wyrd Sisters.

Despite having read it before, I didn't have any real expectations coming into Moving Pictures. It was one of those books that I read in my first dash through Discworld, borrowing from a couple friends who had them, and got lost in the middle of the dozen or so volumes I devoured in hyperfocus. But I really enjoyed Moving Pictures. Guards, Guards still stands as my favorite so far, but Moving Pictures gave it a run for its money.

I'm a terrible sucker for meta-narrative fuckery, and Moving Pictures has that in spades. The concept of movie reality leaking into the real world, and horrors from beyond being bound by the rules of that manufactures reality is basically catnip for me. Several of the characters are also amazing: Gaspode, Throat, Soll, Bursar, Ridcully all get some great lines and moments. The biggest weakness is ultimately the two leads: Victor is (intentionally, I think) that very bland kind of movie star archetype, and Ginger shows that he still hasn't quite figured out how to write women yet. They don't really seem to have chemistry outside of the set, Victor's attraction to Ginger doesn't seem to go any farther than skin deep, and Ginger has little agency for much of the story. I end up not really believing in their romance.

But oh man, this book is really funny. I mean, I did write a research paper on movies between sound and color in the 8th grade, and haven't lost my love for movies of all eras since, and so one could accuse me of being squarely in the center of the target audience for the humor. But so much of the humor transcends the subject matter. Did I get a good chuckle out of the twisted inversion of a giant woman carrying an ape up a tower and getting shot by two wizards on a broom? Yes, absolutely. But the visuals of the handleman, Ginger, and a dozen wizards frantically riding a giant wheelchair moving at the speed of travel montage? Pure comedy, no additional context needed.

The true heart of this book lies with Gaspode. He carries such human trauma, of one who has been rejected so much that he invites it, almost requires it of those around him. How he grows, learns, and ultimately chooses who he really is over the course of the story. The healing that his unlikely friendship with Laddie brings him. The climactic moment in the theater. He got me at the end too - I really thought Pratchett was going to go through with "the dog dies at the end", but I'm glad he didn't. It wouldn't have fit right with the rest of the story.

Moving Pictures is also a masterclass in how to be broad and focused at the same time. There's a lot that goes on in this book beside the A plot of Victor, Ginger, and Osric - Silverfish & Throat, Throat & Soll, Detritus & Ruby, Gaspode & Laddie, the wizard council, Bursar & Ridcully, the movie palace owners, the troll actors whose names escape me, more I'm sure that I'm forgetting. And yet, the singular frame of "speedrunning Hollywood history through Gone with the Wind" allows all of these pieces to come together into a greater whole. The side stories don't feel like diversions, they feel like valuable asides, painting a richer and more nuanced picture of the humanity & Trollanity behind the dreams of Holy Wood.

Speaking of Trolls, he starts here what I know will be a slow project over several more books, of taking Dwarves and Trolls and turning them into object lessons in the harm of stereotypes. Not by preaching, but by the route of giving them depth & humanity while retaining the pieces that caused them to be stereotyped in the first place. To my eye, his treatment of Trolls here has also maintained a useful distance from reality that the Tecumen in Eric or the Klatchians in Sourcery or Twoflower didn't - the Trolls aren't coded as a specific Earth culture, and so there's less baggage brought in by the reader. It lets the messages of complexity and variety slip under the defenses better.

Moving Pictures is a tremendously successful send up, homage, and skewering of Hollywood culture. With great characters, a breadth that lenses into a singular focus, and with the best physical comedy scenes yet in the series, it really feels like Pratchett is starting to hit his stride. Two decades after my first Discworld book, I'm still so excited to read the next one.

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Match Review: Coventry City 3-3 Manchester United (2-4 on penalties)

It's a game of two halves... unless you're Man Utd then it's a game of four halves and penalties because YOU BOTTLED A THREE NIL FUCKING LEAD \skjgvblrkehdbkvbrzd dickheads.

For all people think hey, United were 2-0 up at half time... the game didn't start particularly well. It was slow to the point of being irritating, because these are professional footballers and I think me at 34 with asthma, a ligament injury, and the need to lose 2 stone in weight could probably have pressed the fuckers.

That said, United took an early lead through Scott McTominay moments later because the man who has no positional discipline will always lose himself, and thus any marker, to crash into the box and bang in a true poacher's finish. Shame he does fuck all else.

We then doubled our lead late in the first half through a banger Harry Maguire header from a corner. Everything was going well...

Maguire, in fairness, had a very good game (bar one whopper pass to Coventry for absolutely no fucking reason). A goal was well earned and he did his job well overall. Strong in the air, robust in challenges and duels, and didn't go to ground willy-nilly ala Casemiro. Nice. I will say that he's a big part of our issues on the ball, because he's not a ball-playing CB. He's too slow to take touches and make decisions. The way round this is to partner him with a ball-player (Casemiro) and a good receiver with mobility/agility/scanning (Mainoo) which is why things worked until Mainoo went off. Then it was Eriksen (ruh roh) which forces passes to... Casemiro (slow), AWB (out of position), Eriksen (slow), McTominay (oh wait he's not where he should be).

The problem is that United then went and bagged a third in the second half, a deflected effort from Bruno, and we're thinking fuck... this could be a rout. United haven't given a team a good slapping in a while.

LOL only joking. Sub off our one disciplined midfielder in Mainoo, on comes Christian 'No Legs' Eriksen (why the fuck is McTominay still on?), and then watch as our game control jumps out the fucking window. Unreal.

Don't get me wrong, Eriksen is a smart player - ala Juan Mata - but legs matter at this level. He hasn't got them. He can't be a passenger in our team. In a Man City side, sure. He'd be the right football intelligence and Pep would use his squad depth and talent to compensate for the inclusion. Manchester United ain't that dog.

Cue the comeback of all comebacks.

Then Coventry got a second. The crowd is FERVENT.

THEN THEY FUCKING EQUALISED LADS.

Extra time rolled around and honestly, either side could have won it; Bruno cracked a shot off the underside of the bar and back out - nice - and then Coventry ran all over us for a while until it was time for penalties.

Erik Ten Hag has my support in principle, but his in-game management is really hard to defend because he's treating decisions as if there's no consequence. I don't mean that in the sense of job loss, I mean in the sense of game change. Antony on did fuck all. Eriksen on did fuck all. McTominay bar a goal did fuck all (but he scored - fuck off, he just floats around aimlessly, bellend).

Then, late into the tie, on comes Amad for a seemingly injured Rashford. He then proceeds to dribble better and make better movement and create more space than any of our other wide men. Nice. Maybe sub him on earlier?

So yes, penalties. Up steps Casemiro and... wow. He really did that. Hand in your boots, your Carrington ID, and don't come in for work. Take it as garden leave and just chill until we sell you in the summer, you useless mercenary prick.

Luckily, our other penalty takers in Dalot, Eriksen, Bruno and Hojlund all know how to score, and Onana was able to save one whilst the Sky Blues captain aimed for the sky as he blazed his take over. United win 4-2 and go through to the final. Cue every United fan old and young proceeding to search for more spirits to drink than is legally safe in the strained hope of blotting this from our collective memories because FUCK ME WAS THAT POOR.

You can blame ETH for his poor subs and not respecting that Coventry > our squad depth. I can and I did. But you also have to recognise that players being shit is on them. Antony should be tearing Coventry a new arsehole. Same for Rashford. McTominay should own that midfield. Hojlund missed a sitter, the sausage (I can't hate my boy, not yet).

I feel sorry for the fans. I feel sorry for the chap above most of all. Imagine making that effort to see what he saw. We won, we're into a final, it's another City v United derby at Wembley, and it was another all-time memorable tie for United... but fuck me that was painful and embarrassing.

For Sir Jim watching, surely even he can see the problems? No LB, no ball playing CB (Case really doesn't count), no true RW, no alternate CF, no midfield pivot, no fucking clue.

I'm not entirely sure United's players are dense and clueless morons, mind. I think most of them are weak-minded; they let the fear takeover and their heads drop too easily and they should be at "lesser" clubs where the pressure's off a bit - like Andreas Pereira at Fulham. Took a step down, now he's flourishing. Some people aren't cut out for the limelight, and it seems most of United's squad fit the bill there. Another rebuild is needed, but maybe INEOS can do what others couldn't before them...

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The Road to the City by Natalia Ginzburg, translated by Gini Alhadeff

The little children played and hit one another and my mother would come to slap them, then she would take it out on me for sitting on the sofa instead of helping her with the dishes. My father would then tell her that she should be bringing me up better. My mother would start sobbing, saying that she was everyone's dog, and my father would take his hat off the coat rack and go out. My father worked as an electrician and a photographer, and he wanted Giovanni to train to be an electrician. But Giovanni never went when he was called. There was never enough money and my father was always tired and furious. He'd come home briefly and then leave right away because the house was a madhouse, he said. But he'd say that it wasn't our fault if we were so badly brought up. That it was his fault and my mother's. By the look of him my father still seemed quite young and my mother was jealous. He washed thoroughly before dressing, and put brilliantine in his hair. I was not ashamed of him when I ran into him in town. Nini also liked to wash, and he stole my father's brilliantine. But it was no use as the lock of hair would bounce back over his eyes all the same.

Once Giovanni told me: "Nini drinks grappa."

I stared at him, surprised.

"Grappa? Always?"

"Whenever he can," he said, "any chance he gets. He even took a bottle of it home. And keeps it hidden. But I found it and he let me taste it. It's good," he said.

"Nini drinks grappa," I repeated to myself in amazement. I went to Azalea's. I found her at home alone. She was sitting at the table in the kitchen. And eating tomato salad with a vinegar dressing.

"Nini drinks grappa," I told her.

She shrugged.

"You have to find something to do, to fight the boredom."

"Yes, one gets bored. Why are we so bored?" I asked.

"Because life is stupid," she said, pushing her plate away. "What can you do? You get tired of everything right away."

"Why are we always so bored?" I asked Nini that evening, as we walked home.

"Who's bored? I'm not bored at all," he said and started laughing, taking me by the arm. "So you're bored? But why? Everything is so wonderful."

"What's so wonderful?" I asked.

"Everything," he said, "everything. I like everything I see. A little while ago I liked walking in the city, now I am walking in the countryside and I like that, too. " Giovanni was walking just ahead of us. He stopped and said:

"He goes to work in a factory now."

"I am learning to be a lathe turner," Nini said, "so I'll have some money. I can't be without money. I can't stand it. All I need to cheer me up is a few lira in my pocket. But when you want money you have to either steal it or earn it. They never properly explained that to us at home. They always complain about us, but just to pass the time. No one ever said, 'Get out, and shut up!' That's what they should have done.

"If they'd told me 'Get out, and shut up,' I would have kicked them out the door," Giovanni said.

On the way, we met the doctor's son, who had gone hunting with his dog. He had shot down seven or eight quails, and gave me two. He was a stocky young man, with a big black mustache, who was at the university studying medicine. He and Nini started arguing, and later Giovanni told me:

"The doctor's son is no match for Nini. Nini isn't like the others, and it doesn't matter that he hasn't studied."

But I was happy because Giulio had given me two quails, and he'd looked at me and said that one day we should go to the city together.

Summer had come now, and I started thinking of my clothes and that I should get new ones made. I told my mother I needed some light blue fabric, and my mother asked if I thought she had millions in her purse, but I said I also needed a pair of shoes with cork soles and couldn't do without them, then added, "And damn the mother who gave birth to you."

I got slapped and cried all day long locked up in my room. I asked Azalea for the money, and she sent me to Via Genova 20 to ask if Alberto was at home. Having found out that he wasn't, I went back with the answer and got the money. I stayed in my room a few days sewing, and almost forgot what the city was like. Once the dress was finished I put it on and went for a walk, and the doctor's son came up to me right away, bought some pastries and we went to eat them under the pine trees. He asked me what I'd been doing locked up at home all that time. But I told him I didn't like people meddling in my business. He begged me not to be so mean. Then he tried to kiss me but I got away.

I lay out all morning on the balcony at home, to tan my legs in the sun. I had the shoes with cork soles and I had the dress, and I also had a woven straw handbag Azalea had given me in return for taking a letter to Via Genova 20. And my face, legs, and arms had taken on a nice brown color. Someone came to tell my mother that Giulio, the doctor's son, was in love with me and that his mother had berated him for hours about it. My mother suddenly became all cheerful and sweet, and every morning brought me a beaten egg yolk because she thought I was looking a bit out of sorts. The doctor's wife spent all day long at the window with the maid, and when she caught sight of me banged the window shut as though she'd seen a serpent. Giulio gave me a half smile and went on walking next to me and talking. I didn't pay any attention to what he was saying—I was thinking that this stocky young man with the black mustache, and high boots, who whistled to summon his dog, would soon be my boyfriend, and that many girls in town would weep with rage. (pp. 10-14)

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Single Dad Harry & His Daughter Rose (journey through life)

This was requested by this anon (instead of the daughter being just one of the ages you suggested, i decided to just incorporate all the ages, like a timeline of her life.)

AN: from now on, i think i'm going to use a random name generator for child names in my fics (like i did with this one). that way the name is random and with no thought. unless someone requests a name to be used.

This story contains: completely narration, no dialog, dad goals

{ dad!harry - singledad!harry - became a dad at 17 years old }

word count: 1320

Harry's journey of taking care and raising his daughter Rose as a single father.

Ever since Harry became a single dad, his life had been anything but easy. When his daughter Rose (named after his rose tattoo) was a baby, her mum completely left them, saying she didn't want to be a mother yet and it was a mistake to have not used protection. Especially when it was a one-night stand and that person was a celebrity. She had Rose (not finding it in her to go through with an abortion) and days later gave her baby to Harry, and that was the last time Rose ever saw her mother and Harry ever saw his baby's mama.

When Rose was a baby, Harry was the one that got up at all hours of the night to make her bottles, beings she had no way of breastfeeding. Most of the time on the One Direction tour bus because that's where he and his bandmates stayed while on the road touring. He'd also burp her and change her dirty diapers. Rub her little tummy when it ached. The rest of One Direction didn't always like being woken up to a crying baby, but at the end of the day, knew how special Rose was to Harry and supported him through everything.

His bandmates would often babysit Rose when Harry had to go into the recording booth and record his parts of their songs. Louis was the one who acted as a mother figure in her life (beings he grew up taking care of his younger sisters), like doing nightly feedings when Harry was sleep deprived. Or give Rose a bath in the little baby tub they bought for the bus when Harry was just busy in general. Niall being the silly guy, loved to make Rose laugh when she was being a bit moody. And Zayn and Liam were the protectors and kept Rose out from harms way.

When One Direction went on hiatus, Harry didn't have all the help he once had when living with four other people. At that point, Rose was three so it wasn't as hard to take care of her as it was when she was a baby, but still quite difficult for him being a single dad. She was potty trained and eating all regular foods. Though she'd sometimes still wanted a bottle of warm milk to help her fall asleep at night.

Harry would make Rose breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the two of them each day. He'd give her baths and washed her curly hair, sometimes making a soap Mohawk from the shampoo just to make her laugh. He'd read Rose bedtime stories and sing her lullabies. And though Harry tried to enforce Rose to sleep in her own bed like a big girl, he'd always cave in when she gave her daddy puppy dog eyes and a wobbly lip, as though she was about to cry. So often Rose ended up in her daddy's bed and Harry held her close, loving the feeling of knowing his daughter was safe and sound in his embrace.

Years went by and Harry sent Rose to kindergarten. Much to his disliking because he'd miss being with her through-out the day. He'd get up with her every morning and styled her hair to the best of his abilities. Sometimes not being able to accomplish what Rose requested and feeling terrible. Times like that was when he wished Rose had a mother or mother figure. Harry would pack Rose a lunch to take to school and help her with her homework when she got home at the end of each day.

Harry went to every school play Rose was in (she loved preforming just like her daddy) and every PTA meeting the school held. Though he juggled being a international popstar, Harry always put his daughter first no matter what. He helped her with any school projects she'd have and Harry even went and chatted to the principle when Rose complained that some kids were being mean to her. He was a super dad, doing it all.

When Rose turned ten, Harry decided she was old enough to go on tour with him. He hadn't properly toured since One Directions last tour (just doing local gigs here and there) and that had been years from that point in their lives. Harry wanted to wait a few years and give Rose somewhat of a normal childhood with stability, hence why she attended public school in her adolescents.

Harry hired an on-the-road teacher to have as Roses homeschooling teacher that'd stay on his tour bus as they traveled. His number one priority was making sure she got her education over anything else. Harry paid for extra security guards to protect Rose when she went out, beings some fans went a little crazy. Harry had his assistant watch her when he was busy in the studio or doing interviews. Life was hard at times and yes Harry wished Rose still had a mother, but wouldn't have traded his life experiences of being a single dad for nothing. It truly helped him mature faster and appreciate live to the fullest.

Two years later at age twelve, Rose became a women. Well she started her period and matured like a women. Because all she'd ever known was living with her dad and not really having many women figures in her life, telling Harry she started her period wasn't that bad. Rose was fortunately home when her period had started and walked into the living room where her dad was sipping a glass of wine and informed him she was menstruating.

In the twelve years of Roses life, Harry knew that that day was coming. The day she'd start her period. He was only regretting that day because his little girl wouldn't be so little anymore, but wasn't hoping that day wouldn't ever come because he knew how important it was for a women to have one. Harry grew up with a house full of women so periods were a natural and easy topic to discuss. He hugged Rose, congratulated her, and immediately drove her to the local pharmacy to purchase some pads and tampon (and chocolate + a heating pad).

Between the ages of twelve and Roses current age of sixteen, life went as well as it could have gone for Harry and her. Unlike most teenage girls, Harry raised a good and respectful young lady. Rose doesn't like to go out and party like some of her friends do. She'd much rather stay at home and spend time with her dad. She's a daddies girl after all. Rightfully so because to her, her dad was the only one who truly loved her and cared for her, unlike her dead-beat mother.

As for Harry, he's still single. He's had a few flings through-out the years and a couple one-night stands, but he hasn't meet anyone that felt like a keeper. Or someone who he felt would love his daughter the way she deserved to be loved and treated. Harry doesn't tour as much anymore because of his age (not due to fan loss because he still has millions of fans. fans that love to call Harry a dilf.) and Rose is back attending a public school in London. They often visit her dad's ex bandmates and Rose loves them all dearly. They helped raise her as a baby and feel like secondary father figures to her.

Sometimes Rose wishes she still had a mum. A women in her life that she could have womanly conversations with and chat about her love interest to. Even just to say she had a mum because when her friends chat about their mums, she feels left out and sad. But truth be told, she almost thinks her life was meant to turn out like it did. Her and her dad Harry make a great father/daughter duo and she wouldn't trade the connection they have for anything in this world. Even if it was for a mum that loved her.

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Yakko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

'This is it. The beginning of the end.'

Gripping on the straps of her backpack, (Y/n) exited the bus and stared up at the water tower that displayed the famous Warner Bros. logo. As expected, it emitted a smug aura onto the entire area; however, surprisingly, there was a slight twinge of mystery to it as well. But she didn't have time to ponder about it, so she only gave it an uneasy look and headed straight for the entrance.

Her heart stopped. She knew the place was going to be busy, but it was like an entire New York City packed in one section! So many writers, producers, actors, large men carrying heavy sets, every type of person working in film was scattered all over the place. It was like an ocean, with the people as marine life doing what they're designed to do, and (Y/n) being the puppy that was abandoned at sea.

The moment it all settled in, an involuntary realization invaded her thoughts. 'I don't belong here.'

The young girl reminded herself to breathe and rushed over to a vacant wall, then pulled out her phone. She had already sent her mother about a thousand messages telling her she was here, but since she hasn't responded, a few more shouldn't hurt. Fingers rapidly typing away, she bit her lower lip, already wishing she had stayed on that bus.

"Oh, you're just gonna love it!" Her mother's squealing voice had already filled her skull. "You're so talented, I know you're gonna fit right in."

'Yeah, standing around all day with a bunch of people I don't know while doing something I suck at is exactly how I wanna spend my summer.' She let out a soft sigh. 'It's fine. Just shut up and make her happy, (Y/n).'

Several attempts of calling and texting later, no response. (Y/n) sighed again, and her eyes wandered over to the bustling crowd. 'No way. Absolutely no way.' But if she wanted to get the day over with, absolutely yes way.

First, she walked up to a lady looking down at the clipboard in her hands. "Um, excuse me," (Y/n) said.

The lady's head snatched up. "KYLE!" she yelled, her eyes now ablaze with fury, "YOU IDIOT! THAT GOES IN THE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STUDIO!" And like there was nothing but a breeze behind her, the lady stomped off to the poor soul that had to face her wrath.

The breeze took a step back and ran around the corner. 'Maybe I'll find someone else instead…!' (Y/n) stopped and spotted a man sitting on the steps that lead to the entrance of a small building. She swallowed whatever was left in her mouth and reluctantly approached him.

"E-Excuse me, sir?" she stuttered, hoping her voice was louder than the last time. As she got closer, (Y/n) noticed he was chuckling, and his gaze was glued onto a small piece of paper.

"I...I did it…!" he said. She yelped and shrinked back when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I FINALLY DID IT! WE'LL SEE WHO'S REGRETTING THE DIVORCE NOW, MARGARET!" And with a manic laugh, the man dashed into the building.

'...Or maybe I'll just find it myself.'

It wasn't too long before (Y/n) got herself lost. Despite the help of maps that were stuck to some of the buildings, all of them seemed exactly the same. It was like a maze, and with each passing minute, she was more and more convinced that there was no finish line. Even worse, her mother was too busy to respond to anything she sent her.

'Oh, what should I do?' (Y/n) thought for the thousandth time. No matter how hard she pinched or held them, her arms refused to stop trembling. Not too long ago, the outside of the studio became deserted and she'd hate to walk in a warehouse and possibly interrupt something important, so asking for help again was out of the question.

...Or, perhaps it wasn't.

A tiny, hopeful smile crossed (Y/n)'s face when she heard the sounds of frustrated grunts around the corner. It was the first time she was so relieved to see a stranger.

And thank god that stranger was a security guard. Though she wondered why he had a giant net in his hand, she shoved the curiosity as far in the back of her mind as she could and reached up to gently tap his shoulder.

"Um, excuse me sir?" she asked as loud as she could.

His head whipped around, revealing angry eyes and a scowl that said he was ready to kill. But right as his gaze landed on her, it changed within an instant.

"Oh, hello!" he said with a bright smile.

(Y/n) blinked, cocking her head. ‘What was this guy up to?’

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where (M/n) (L/n) is filming? I'm her daughter, (Y/n), and I'm trying to look for her. She's not answering her phone either."

His joyful expression slowly melted into a confused one. "Uuhhh…(M/n) (L/n)?”

“Yes. She’s a part of Animal Kingdom? Do you know where that’s being filmed?”

“Oh! I know there’s a zoo around here called Animal Kingdom! I don’t think you’ll find it in a film studio, though.”

(Y/n) frowned. “...No, I mean the show. Aren’t they filming in a warehouse today? Do you know where that is?”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

Her eye twitched, and she was just about ready to drown the entire studio in the nearest ocean. “N-Nevermind, I’ll just-”

As if the universe wasn’t satisfied with tormenting her enough, the security guard suddenly launched up into the air and flew into the sky. Right before her eyes, the heavens were coated with explosives of every color that ever existed.

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) yelled. ‘Who strapped fireworks on that guy?!’

“Oh, I knew you’d love it!”

Her eyes were ripped from the loud fireworks show as she was immediately smothered in a hug. “It’s so nice that another girl’s here! All the other ones here are either too busy or just keep shouting about a restraining order for some reason. I dunno, but anyway, I just know you're gonna love it here! Anyway, my name’s Princess Angelina Louisa Cantessa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third! But since we're friends now, you can just call me Dot.”

This confirmed it. This was a trap set up by her mother to deliberately drive her insane, because how else can someone explain the nut jobs and talking dogs in pink dresses?

A combination of those two things happened to be clutching her head and digging her face into hers. “...Huh?” (Y/n) mumbled.

‘Dot’ jumped off of her and smiled widely. “Sorry about Ralph by the way. I figured out you were coming at the last second and I really needed someone for your welcoming gift.” she said.

(Y/n) glanced up at the sky where the fireworks were slowly dying down. “Um...Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.

“Of course he will!” her backpack said.

The teen screamed and threw her bag on the ground. A hand popped out and unzipped it with impossible ease, then a taller boy version of Dot jumped out, pulling up his long brown pants and flashing a grin.

“H-...H-H-How did you…?!” (Y/n) stuttered, pointing at him.

“What? Never heard of cartoon logic?” he said, approaching her. “And Ralph’ll be fine. His skull’s so thick, concrete’s the last thing that can kill him.”

“What-?”

“Anyhow,” he walked over to Dot and put an arm over her shoulder, “The name’s Yakko, this here’s my beloved baby sister Dot, and this is-” He stopped, staring at the empty space to his left. He leaned into Dot, whispering, “Say, uh, you don't mind looking for Wakko, do ya sis?”

Dot glanced at (Y/n) for an uncomfortable moment and suddenly shot her brother a glare. "I've got eyes all over this studio, Yakko," she warned, slowly stepping away.

Now (Y/n) certainly knew she didn't see pairs of eyes appear around every inch of her sight. 'Oh god, I didn't breath in drugs on the way here, did I? Actually, that would explain whatever the heck's going on.'

Yakko smiled as he watched his sister leave and turned to (Y/n). He walked closer to her, and she realized that his half-lidded eyes had a strange glint in them. “Sooo, your name’s (Y/n), right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up. ‘First I get lost, then see a guy get blown up, and now some other guy’s flirting with me? ...To be honest, this is still better than what Mom had planned for today.’

“So what brings ya’ here?” he asked.

“O-Oh, well, my Mom was supposed to give me a tour of the studio, but I’ve been giving that to myself all day. I tried finding her, but I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near it by now.” Her eyes wandered over to the ground, but a realization made them perk back up and over to Yakko. “Hey, do you happen to know this place by any chance?”

“Know it? Please, my sibs and I live here, we know this place by heart and soul!” He mumbled something else, along the lines of “Basically made our hearts and souls”.

Her heart jumped; finally, a piece of good news. “Really?” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

He nodded. “So where do ya’ need to go?” Before she could answer, he pulled out a piece of folded paper and moved in so close, their shoulders were smooshed together. Yakko unfolded it, and it turned out to be the biggest map (Y/n) has ever seen. “Well, from here, you’re gonna need to take a right and continue straight until you get to the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts exhibit. But be careful, I heard some of them escaped, and if anyone asks if you’ve seen any of them, don’t tell them I gave one to Dot as a late birthday gift. Anyway, you take a left from there, then a right where you’ll see the lot where they used to shoot Game of Thrones. Now this is only a rumour I’ve heard, but I think some of the producers are still on that set. If you happen to see them, do not, I repeat, DO NOT mention season eight, or maybe just don’t mention the show at all. Actually, don’t even look at them. As a matter of fact, you probably shouldn’t even go there at all, just keep heading straight until you get to the D.C. Universe lot. Then you just take left there, then a sharp right over over, then you keep going straight until you get to here, turn up over there, turn right there, and then you’re there. Did ya’ follow all that?”

(Y/n) stared at his face, which was practically radiating with enthusiasm, and she felt her eye twitch again. “...No,” she said, shaking her head.

His smile dimmed, but it became just as bright as the sun again a split-second later. “Ah well, maps are gettin' old anyways,” he said, throwing the map over his shoulder. “WAKKO!!”

And, low and behold, another anthropomorphic dog popped out of nowhere, and (Y/n) was starting to question if there was an army of them hidden somewhere. But she had to admit, it was pretty cute how this one was dressed in an oversized blue sweater and red hat.

“Tablet, please,” Yakko said politely, holding out his hand.

‘You're not gonna walk me there-?'

Wakko suddenly held his head back with his cheeks puffed out, then leaned into Yakko’s hand as he forced out a small object from his mouth. After an incredibly uneasy moment, a tablet glazed in spit was in Yakko's grasp. While he praised the little guy, (Y/n) forced back the urge to vomit.

“E-Ehhhh…?” She couldn’t say anything else while her gaze frantically went back and forth from Wakko and the regurgitated tablet.

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Yakko said. “(Y/n), this is my dear little brother, Wakko. Wakko, this here’s our new special friend, (Y/n).”

“Hello!” Wakko greeted, who was suddenly in her arms. “You’re really pretty!”

“Ehh? Thank you? I guess??” she said apprehensively, and finally managed to make eye contact. Despite his...quirks, he's actually a little adorable... She let herself grin a little.

The moment of semi-peace was ruined when she took notice of Yakko’s narrowed eyes. “ALrighty, (Y/n)!” he said loudly, grabbing his little brother by the collar and gently setting him on the ground. “Animal Kingdom, right? Let’s get ya’ right over there.” He moved right beside her and taped the screen a couple times.

“Um, what’re you doing exactly?” she asked.

“Doing what every person does to get somewhere nowadays.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, and (Y/n) flinched from his touch. “Please keep your arms, legs, and personal items inside the tablet at all times.”

Just when she was about to question him for the hundredth time, he pressed the screen again, and her vision became nothing but white. Her body felt like it was launched into a tornado; a strong force of wind thrusted her back, and somehow, the boy’s arm kept her from flying off from his side. A second later, her feet were back on the ground, the sky was where it needed to be, and reality was back in place.

Except for (Y/n)’s mentality.

She stumbled around, trying to find her balance as the world unbearably whirled around her. Finally, she shook her head, and quickly turned back towards Yakko, whose face tried to tell her whatever happened was perfectly fine and normal.

“What was THAT?” she yelled, staggering towards him and gripping his shoulders.

And he still had the audacity to have that 'why-are-you-freaking-out-so-much-we-do-this-every-Friday' smile. “Thank you for attending Warner’s Travel Tours! I would say my Agent Ralph’ll take your bags, but I left him alone with my sibs, so he’s probably in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”

(Y/n) could only stare at him. Her mind was twisting and turning, trying so hard to make any sense of what happened but only making her headache grow larger and larger. And then, her thoughts just went blank.

She smirked. Then giggled. And a few seconds later, she had burst out laughing whilst holding her stomach. (Y/n) looked back up at Yakko, wiping a tear from her eye. “Th-Thank you…” she said, catching her breath.

His smile had grown and she thought his white cheeks were red for a moment. Yakko had opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a net suddenly covering his entire body. Ralph was behind him, his skin and clothes burnt and ears practically smoking. “You’re coming with me, Warner!” he said.

And yet, Yakko only grinned. Like physics was his enemy, he disappeared from inside the net and appeared sprouting from the security guard’s back, cheerfully waving at (Y/n). “I’ll see ya’ around, yeah?” he said, then ran around the corner with Ralph sprinting right after him.

(Y/n) giggled and reached for the straps around her back. But when she only felt the (f/c) fabric of her shirt, her smile dropped, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “Great…” she whispered.

“(Y/N)!”

She gasped as a pair of arms squeezed the life out of her. Her mother spun her around to face her gleaming smile, which was immediately replaced by an apologetic frown. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your texts! That scene took forever, but I’m glad you found your way here! You’re so smart! Anyway, I know we don’t get as much time now, but there’s still so much we’ll be able to see!...”

She rambled on and on and on and on. Her daughter’s shoulders slumped and she followed her to where she wanted her to go, but the frown on her face didn’t last long when she remembered the fun she had just a few seconds ago. ‘Maybe this summer won’t be that bad.’

#is this how you write him lmao #i love this boi so much #animaniacs #cartoons #x reader #fanfiction #the reader in this is like 15 dont worry lol #im bored #yakko warner

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zozophoenixxx · 3 years

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Serotonin Booster :D🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Defenders of Berk✨

Not Astrid being pissed bc Fishlegs called her mean lmaooo

OMGGG "I would never call my father ridiculous. I'm calling my chief ridiculous" THE POWER OF THIS SCENE

The way Toothless just sat to look at the sunset.. Me too bby me too 🥺

Toothless and Thornado's shots combined was amazing!

"The first rule about the dragon flight club is that there is no dragon flight club"

Istg Meatlug and Fishlegs are made for each other

Baby whispering deaths!

OMG THEY JUST CAME UP WITH GRONCKLE IRON

I love seeing the origin of things ☺️

Wowww I just realized that Gobber has a unibrow

Sandstone makes glass

That shiny black rock makes another shiny black Rock, it also has Meatlug boiling

WOW a combination of multiple rock makes Meatlug a magnet

The way Hookfang pays more attention to Fishlegs than Snotlout is funny

Fishlegs on Toothless!!!!

"TOO MUCH FURY, TOO MUCH FURY!" JAHDHDHAH

Awwww love how Fishlegs feels happy abt being needed

DAGUR'S BACK AHH

I never understood why Dagur called Hiccup his brother but it's kinda funny

Young hiccup actually fighting is pretty badass and that shield 🥴

The way they were all trying to get Gobber to shower lmaooo

Gobber saved Gustav's life and Fishleg saved Astrid's

Am I the only one that finds the whispering deaths kinda funny, like yes they're scary but these mfs have tiny wings, a big ass head, are covered in spines and can't see like-

Newly hatched whispering deaths can be more deadly that adults bc they can't control their jaws or spines

WOW WOW WOWWWW A WHITE WHISPERING DEATH - Titanwing whispering death with red eyes OMG NO NO THIS IS THE SCREAMING DEATH I KNEW IT ‼️‼️

Wow but the pain in Snotlout's eyes 🥺

Monstrous nightmares are stoker-class dragons

Fireworms get brighter the closer they get to each other

Ohhhhh now I get the history behind Hookfang and the fireworms queen's connection

"You're not just another sword, Hookfang"

Awww the fireworm queen saved Hookfang, I ship them now JSHDHSHS

BABY ASTRID!! 🥺🥺🥺 AWWW

Flightmare - follows the glowing algae caused by Aurvandil's fire, sprays a paralyzing mist to those who it considers a threat to its survival

Aurvandil's fire = Aurora Borealis

YES ASTRID BEAT SNOTLOUT UP

Hiccup: Well, you know, Astrid, uh, training dragons isn't the only thing I think about.

Astrid: Are you actually saying that to me with a straight face?

JAHSHAHAJAJ I SWEAR I LOVE THESE TWO the way both of them said these lines I can't ✋🏼😂

The way she said the exact same thing as her uncle and even took on the name I-

I have this headcanon that bc I'm pretty sure Astrid's parents were barely mentioned in the shows or movies that her uncle was the person that was there for her the most which is another reason why it upset her to see people making fun of him

Why does whenever Astrid gets shot by a dragon she always tries to hit it off like her axe is a baseball bat? 😂

Hiccup saving Astrid in the flightmare ep🥺🥺🥺🥺

GLOWY TOOTHLESS AND GLOWY STORMFLY AND GLOWY MEATLUG ARE ADORABLE

Awww I love how Hiccup makes sure to mention the fact that "Fearless Fin Hofferson was indeed fearless, just like all the Hoffersons" 🥺🥺🥺 STOP AND THEN SHE SMILES AND HE PROCEEDS TO PUT HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I-🥴🥴🥴

I love how they're always interrupted whenever they're about to say a bad word

Lil terrible terrors are adorable 🥺

The fact that what they were trained for was actually useful it's crazy

Astrid: "no one is kissing me on the lips ever!!" HHSHAHAH ASTRID WHY U LYING

I feel like we don't appreciate how smart Hiccup actually is, and I don't mean that dragon-wise or building stuff-wise I mean in general. I'm in ep9 and they're finding old dragon traps to get rid of them and there was a lil breeze and he was like "there's a dry hot wind coming in from the north. It hasn't rained in 2 months. This is definitely fire weather." like how- am I the only one that would've been like okok a nice warm breeze 😩

Dude the typhoomerangs are so scary and huge wtf

I KNEW HE WAS TORCH

Torch actually built a lil relationship with Tuff just for that but of time I love it

WE'RE FINALLY GONNA SEE THE SKRILL!! I love it it's one of my favorite dragons :D

I never understood why fishlegs says his name when he's excited

Skrills - The skrill was first found frozen, it's the symbol of the Berserkers, it can stay safely frozen for decades because of their internal body temperature, can't redirect any lightning if it's in the water 😳

Y'all the skrill and the nightfury have gotta be related somehow, they're probably like cousins or sum. I mean the night fury is the "unholy offspring of lighting and death" and the skrill can control lightning AND TECHNICALLY TOOTHLESS CAN TOO REMEMBER HTTYD 3 + they also have similar physical characteristics at least Imo.

Dude this dragon is so badass 😌🤩🥰😩🥴❣️🤍🤝 I'm literally so obsessed

Wow one of the first times I see the twins actually doing sum useful

The way the shots combine🥴

Dagur has misophonia - condition where people experience intense negative emotions for sounds such as eating, chewing, loud breathing or even repeated pen-clicking [ep11]

Oh wow so they originally trapped the skrill in this show i didn't know

Wait but baby Gustav is actually adorable wtf and the fact that he and Snotlout have matching Viking hats

OMG SEE NOW I'M SEEING GUSTAV'S ORIGIN WITH HIS DRAGON AND HIS DESIRE TO BECOME A RIDER

Fanghook🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ruff puts fish oil on her hair to get "a greasy unwashed look"

Really hate when Snotlout doesn't accept no for an answer

THE HAND THING AHHHH I LOVE IT this time is Ruff and a scauldron

Ok guys so I did this with mi friend's puppy who I accidentally scared enough to make him piss himself and I'm pretty sure I traumatized him and now when I'm around the poor dog tries to get as far away from me as possible but one day we were kinda bonding although he still wouldn't let me pet it AND I DID THE HAND THING BECAUSE WHY NOT AND THIS LIL MF ACTUALLY PUTS HIS FACE IN MY HAND- I screamed and he left again🥺😂 BUT IT DID WORK

Scauldy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰😌☺️🤩🤍

Ok but ruffnut with short hair 🤩

Speedstingers

Also the way Astrid ran up to Hiccup in the ep14

Wait but the scene whenever they're fighting the Speedstingers and Fishlegs says they're too fast but Hiccup's like "not for a nightfury" and then they show Toothless dodging the Speedstinger's attack AND THEN THEY SHOW HICCUP PROTECTING HIMSELF WITH HIS SHIELD WHICH GETS THROWN AWAY BUT RIGHT THERE TOOTHLESS CATCHES IT AND THROWS IT BACK TO HICCUP who's like "Thanks bud" 🤩🤩🤩 literally so badass go watch it!! It's ep14 frozen min 17:40

I really liked the relationship Snotlout and Astrid created with each other's dragon 🥺

HOOKFANG'S WINGBLAST AND STORMFLY'S SINGLE-SPINESHOT ARE HELLA BADASS... I love how they worked together this time 🥺

DUDE JAHDHSJAJJJSA ppl really underestimate Ruff's cleverness, this bish really gets Tuff to do the dumbest things just to enjoy looking at him hurting himself JAHDHSJAH😂

TOOTHLESS REALLY JUST BIT AN EEL'S HEAD OFF TO SAVE HICCUP🥺

Baby toothless is high🥺

"Uh, okay. That one was a little close to the one good leg" JAHDHAHSHA ISTG I LOVE THIS DUDE

Johan hates Snotlout for breaking his stuff

Tuff got Macey the Mace from Trader Johan

Astrid looks hot without her shoulder pads

Ok but Dagur looks so weird without his viking hat in this show

The baby thunderdrums are adorable - BING BAM AND BOOM

NOOO STOICK JUST LEFT THORNADO 🥺

OHHH SO ALVIN WAS ACTUALLY FROM BERK and he was Stoick's best friend

Snotlout and Hiccup are parallels of Alvin and Stoick

Ok but that trick Snotlout did was amazing, he really had Hookfang do a lil typhoomerangs move and then the wingblast🤩

I FINISHED IT OMG NOW ONTO RTTE!!

#hiccup x astrid #how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup #astrid #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #Snotlout #fishlegs #ruff and tuff #stoick the vast #toothless #toothcup #hiccstrid #race to the edge #defenders of berk #riders of berk

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misscaptainamericana · 2 years

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nineteen

word count: 7391

content warning: light smut, some angst? there's a lot of tears and anxiety with these two

A/N: hasn't been proofread, sorry for any mistakes

After the new year’s eve party, everyone carpooled back to the airport to be at their respective homes. The plan was that Nicole would have the dogs until they could both head back up to Sudbury in June which seemed easy enough but the overhanging cloud that he would be leaving in forty-eight hours was getting dark and stormy.

Chris: Hey guys, I have some news Robert: If you came over here to brag about another hot shot project you can shove it evans Chris: It’s personal, it’s personal I promise. *sends a picture of Nicole’s hand with the ring* Jeremy: A woman’s hand is your news? Scarlett: WHAT?! Scarlett: I’m kidding, I already knew (middle finger emoji) Chris E.: *sends a photo of him and Nicole together and then a photo of the entire family at Christmas.* Chris E.: Everyone, this is Nicole, I proposed to her back in December and I know I should’ve introduced her sooner but I was worried I would scare her off.

Chris looked down at his phone, “Oh, well look at that. Downey is calling.”

“Like… Robert Downey Jr?”

“Yes.”

Nicole’s eyes widened, “Don’t answer it!”

“I have to!”

“No, you literally don’t!”

Chris nodded as he answered it, “Hey buddy, how ya doing?”

“I am doing just dandy, I hear you have finally found the love of your life.

“I did but she is actually trying to sneak out of the living room right now.” Chris said with a smirk, slowly turning the phone to face Nicole as she was halfway down the hall to her crime room. Nicole held her breath as she turned around only being able to wave.

“C'mon over here, let’s meet each other!” Robert called out as Nicole slowly exhaled and made her way back to Chris’ side.

“Hey, I’m Robert.”

“I’m Nicole, uhm, hi. Big fan.”

Robert let out a loud laugh, “Well, I’m flattered. What have you kids been up to?”

“Well, I flew her back down to Austin before I start my crazy traveling and working schedule now that the holidays are over. We just had some tacos for lunch and now we’re on the couch deciding what movie to watch. I wanted to stay with her a few days before I left her again.”

“That’s sweet, how was the holidays with his family?”

Nicole started to nod, “Uhm, they were good. It was really good. It went a lot better than him meeting my parents but…Gosh, sorry, I don’t know why meeting you guys almost causes me the same anxiety as meeting his parents did but-“

“Oh, don’t be nervous! I’m just making sure you know what you’re getting into.”

“Oh? Does Mister Evans come with a disclaimer?”

“Yes he does. He is a prankster, he is a menace, and he is completely fucking wild when he gets alcohol in him.”

“Well, he’s a gemini. He has to keep his mind entertained and at bay somehow.”

“Oh, look at her. She’s already on top of it! How long have you known each other?”

Chris took a deep breath, “This month will be six.”

“Six months?” Robert asked with a laugh before continuing, “Love at first sight. Truly amazing for you, the hopeless romantic, Evans.

“It’s like you told me, when it’s meant to be I’ll know it. You’ve seen me through a lot of relationships and you know how it’s been for me. I knew for sure when I walked the carpet with her.”

“Yeah, I was curious about it when I heard about the movie premiere but I didn’t want to pry. You’ve always hated those. Was he overly anxious?”

“I don’t think so, I think he was jittery but I’m not sure if that was anxiety or excitement. I think his mind was elsewhere, not like in a naughty way but a is she okay or having a good time kind of way. A holy shit the world is meeting my girlfriend kind of way…He seemed happy.”

Chris couldn’t stop smiling at her, “I was happy. I’m glad I had her come because seeing how much she loved the movie made it easier.”

“Well, I guess then the bulk of the warnings have been done and over. I will say that I just want you to know he talks A LOT. Don’t be put off by that because he does eventually settle down and even out.”

Nicole nodded with a little laugh, “I know, I know he does. But when he does talk a lot I find it charming because when I talk a lot it’s just word vomit and makes no sense. So, if he’s the one doing all the talking I’m absolutely fine with it.”

“Charming? Wow.” Robert said drawing out the last word in a form of dramatics, “I guess she’s really smitten with you, Evans.”

“She is, and it’s mutual… I think the only reason she lets me talk is she loves the accent and I use big words.” He said using finger quotes on the word big causing her to laugh.

“Okay, his dictionary is a lot bigger than mine and I find it fascinating. I’m a tech person which he definitely doesn’t understand so we just compliment each other in that way.”

Chris let out a laugh, “That’s her nice way of telling me that I'm old but that’s fine. I’ve been waiting for that domestic life and I think we have it. We’re still working each other out but the love is there, the chemistry is there… I just knew from that first day it was her, it had to be her. I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.”

“Well, I’m proud of you, Evans. I’ll be looking forward to the wedding invite. Nicole, welcome to the family, it’s great to have ya. Hopefully we can meet in person soon. But I gotta head out, I’ll talk to you both later.”

They both said goodbye to Robert waving before Chris hit the end call and looked over at her with a smile, “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

“No, it was just one of my dad’s favorite actors so I’m like oh my god don’t mess it up.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, “Yeah, he told me that when I asked his permission to marry you actually.”

“Oh my god. Of course he did." She shook her head with a little laugh, "Do you mind if we tell my audience we're engaged since Scott kinda let it out of the bag?"

"Yeah, we can do that. Better to get it filmed so we don't have to worry about doing it later."

It took her a little while to set up but when she finally did she hit record on the camera and sat down. Nicole drummed her hands on the table before spinning her chair around, “Yes, hi, hello! Happy new year to all my ladies, men, and nonbinary friends! How are we doing? How are we feeling? How were the holidays? Good food? Good company? I hope so.” She stopped her chair from spinning before taking a deep breath, “Okay, that was stupid I’m really dizzy now. Uhm, I am here today because something has come up. And I’ve seen a lot of comments saying I’m ignoring it or I’ve stopped reading comments, but that isn’t true. It will probably never be true because I am a nosy bitch. Some of you may remember a video I posted in October but what you guys don’t know is that video was filmed months earlier and I was waiting for the okay to post it. If you have stopped by any of my streams at all in the last few months you’d hear me talking about this mystery man. So this isn’t like a very sudden life change before everyone freaks out…If you have been on twitter or instagram lately you would have probably seen us at the airport or on a red carpet for a big movie. And hopefully with that you have caught on to what I’m trying to say. So, yes, I am dating Ana De Armas.”

“WHAT?!” Chris yelled playfully from the otherside of the room causing her to hide behind her makeup table laughing.

Nicole sat up a few moments later and motioned him to come over, “I’m so sorry. It was right there I had to.”

Chris walked into the frame shaking his head, “You’ve been waiting for that all morning, haven’t you?”

“I was teetering on it but I didn’t decide until just now to say it. You’ve just been standing in the corner grinning like an idiot so I wanted to see your reaction.” She smiled as his arms wrapped around her and his head rested on her shoulder so he could face the camera.

“Uhm, hi everyone. I’m Chris Evans and we just wanted to make a video letting you all know so that the speculation could cease.”

Nicole smiled and reached up to pat his arm, “So, here’s the deal. I knew I was spending the holidays with him so I wanted to make sure that I had enough videos to cover any additional vacation or flight delays. It has been interesting finding ways to work around the comments and tweets to find cases you guys wanted me to cover so we have a new system on how submitting new cases works. And I’ll explain that in the next video but, uhm, this is my boyfriend.”

“Well, technically…”

"Technically, my fiancé if you're fancy."

She tilted her head to look at him, “Do you want to tell them how we got here?”

“Yeah, why not? Let me sit down and we’ll do this.”

She got up so he could take her seat before positioning herself on his lap to where she could look back at him but also look at the camera when she wanted to. She smiled and pressed her forehead against his as he wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a quick kiss before she sat back upright and looked at the camera with a smile, “Okay, I’m going to backtrack a little bit…Uhm, last year was a little bit crazy and a little bit of a whirlwind. I met this goofy man from Massachusetts and we had the most amazing first date. And before people talk about how he flashed his money at me or something we literally ate takeout on my patio, it wasn’t about what we were doing or eating it was about getting to know each other. And as the year went on, the streams got a little more distant because I couldn’t just pick up my set up and take it to wherever he was…And I know that doing that, leaving you guys without really any explanation for like two months is really shitty and I’m sorry but that’s how life goes sometimes. I felt guilty the first two times I did it but then I realized how people-pleasing of me that was. And I never wanted this to feel like something I had to do, it was always something I wanted to do. So I sat down with myself and was like hey, you have to live for yourself. And I did, I got to meet all of his family, we celebrated my birthday, he met my family and my friends, and we spent the holidays together. I got to spend the first holidays of many with my soulmate and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to say that.” As she sniffled, he hugged her a little tighter before looking up at her with a pout, “You okay?”

She let out a quiet ‘yeah’ with a small nod before he reached his hand up to wipe her tear away before lowering it and squeezing her thigh gently. He took a deep breath and his glance shifted from her to the camera, “We are a bunch of criers, we get teary eyed over a lot of things… But I just want to say the first few months of this I was holding my breath because I got so worried she was going to leave. She will say that she was nervous I would leave her but that never crossed my mind. I wanted to see where my life would lead me because nothing until now ever really felt right. It’s not perfect. I’m not going to lie and say everything is great and nothing ever goes wrong, but I will say we love each other through it. My friend Scar always tells me that love doesn't have perfect timing. It shows up and envelops us when we need it the most. And I know what it looks like, I know what the articles are going to say and we don't mind... We didn’t plan to do this by the way, twitter just sort of blew up over the weekend and there's some things we want to say directly from us. That's why what we’re saying probably just sounds like word vomit, but I just want to make one solid point. One take away, if you’re going to take anything away from this video… I’m a private man. I don’t like my life put out on display, but that’s all Nicole does and that is so brave. I am the luckiest man in the world, truly. I proposed to Nicole last month and I am so happy that she said yes. And it’s going to be this big thing to a lot of you and it is, marriage is big, but I’m not ashamed to call her my fiancé. Wifey. The love of my life. Because she is and I want her to be able to talk about it and show it off. I don’t want to hide her and she shouldn’t have to hide me. Before she sat down, she gave me the ring to put in my pocket and it hit me. She’s going to have to do that before every video and every stream and I don’t want her to.” He tilted his head to look up at her, “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” She said with a smile before kissing his forehead.

Nicole leaned back in his arms with a smile, “So, yes. We’re engaged. I will be at home minding my business, drinking my juice, and making content for you all. Streams will resume next week as he goes back to work and we’ll see where this goes. I may disappear for a week or so in there but if anything happens now at least I know I can update you all…I think that’s all I wanted to say. As far as people wanting another video of us, I don’t think we’ll be making any videos together any time soon if at all.”

“Well-“

“Christopher.”

“Right, my bad. But yes to photos of each other and finally liking Instagram posts or tweets.

"Well, I need to see if I can get him on Instagram.”

She smiled as he kissed her cheek before continuing, “But I want to give a big thank you to everyone who has been nice about this on both sides and I just…I’m happy to share this with you guys. And now that everything is out there I think I can better decide how I’m going to proceed with all this. We have a good foundation made out of the public eye and this is the next chapter of our lives.”

“You said that so beautifully.” She told him as she ruffled his hair.

“Thank you, now do your little outro.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you guys so much for watching, listening, and understanding. Stay safe out there, be kind to others, and always remember how important you are to the world. I’ll see you all later, bye!”

“Bye!” Chris chimed in with a wave before Nicole got up and turned the camera off.

“You gonna edit it now?” He asked while still sitting in the chair and she shook her head before holding her hand out to him, “I wanna spend what little time we have together. I can edit it later.”

January third crept up on them and Chris had to leave yet again. He tried to entice her to join him at the Golden Globes but knew it wasn’t fair to be charting her around when she had so much to do. She was happy that he had taken the day to fly with her back to Austin and spend one more day together. The way his schedule was set up, Nicole likely wouldn’t see him again until the beginning of March which would only be for a weekend. She would be able to see him longer on his birthday but it was still heartbreaking to think about. Kennedy and Dodger were happy because at least they got to stay together playing tug of war and chasing each other around the yard but Nicole missed how life was during the holiday break. She used to love her home in Austin. It was a perfect layout, she designed every room herself, but she missed him.

She realized then that happiness wasn’t a specific place like Austin or Disneyland but it was with a person. She felt so pathetic waiting by the phone for him to call, often sending him pictures of the dogs and ‘I love you’ texts, but not too many as she was worried she would annoy him. It was unlikely that she could annoy him to the point that he would leave her but she still worried. Valentine’s day was coming up and she was more than a little bummed that they had to be apart for it.

And it showed up sooner than expected. The morning of the fourteenth she had woken up to a long text message from Chris.

(Good morning, darling. I know you aren’t awake yet but I just wanted to make sure you woke up to a sweet message on Valentine’s Day. I am so sorry that I couldn’t be at home with you today as you know there is no place I would rather be. I sent you some credits on doordash so you can order yourself whatever breakfast in bed you would like. I know we said no presents so I hope you don’t get too upset at the little surprise left at your door. I love and miss you so so much and I hope to see that beautiful face soon. Have a great rest of your day and I’ll call you tonight.)

She got out of bed with a smile and pep in her step as she quickly got dressed. As excited as she was, she made sure to let the dogs out into the backyard first before opening up the front door. Her smile grew immensely and she started to shake her head. He had ordered the biggest rose bouquet she had ever seen and a medium burgundy gift bag. She carried both into the kitchen and set them both on the island before taking a picture and sending it to him with the text message (this is a little surprise? I’d hate to know what a big surprise is!)

Opening up the bag, there was a card that said open first and a small black box. She started to open the letter while making herself comfortable on the closest stool to her. Pulling the card out of the envelope she started to smile, there were several hand drawn sunflowers in the background with the words ‘to the love of my life’ written on top. Lifting up the centerfold, she smiled at the paragraph he had left for her, signed off with a heart, smiley face, and daddy long leg spider drawing.

(Our lives have just begun but I feel like I’ve known you forever. You are so beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, and kind. I am so damn lucky that I get to call you my partner and it pains me that I can’t be there to really surprise you with the most romantic day. I will make it up for you for our anniversary, I promise. I’m also sorry that the roses are in a traditional bundle but I wanted to give you a rose for every week we have been together. 30! Can you believe it?!

In the box is a surprise, I hope we can continue to carry on for the rest of our Valentine's days together. I know that eventually it will become full and we will have to find a creative way on how to display them but I hope it makes you smile as the memory brings me so much joy even when we are separated. I miss you tremendously and love you even more. Happy Valentines Day Wifey!)

Tears were burning her eyes as she put the card down and reached for the box and when she saw what was inside of it the tears fully came out. It was a bracelet with a single charm on it, the charm being a whisk to symbolize the baking video they did together. It took more than a few minutes to pull herself together before she was calm enough to put the bracelet on. Leaning her phone up against the flowers, she started recording a little video to send to him, and hit record. With a little laugh, she wiped away her remaining tears, “You made me so emotional and I’m so mad at you for it! You aren’t here to hug me and that sucks so much…Gosh, uhm, the roses are beautiful and this bracelet is just the cutest thing ever. I like how you remember the little things. You always remember the little moments that add up to mean so much. You are the sweetest man with the absolute biggest heart. You are such a gem and I am so happy to be your wifey…I hate how bad I am with words when it comes to expressing my gratitude and admiration but just know that I love you and I miss you and I cannot wait for our future Valentines we can hopefully spend together. I’ll talk to you later. I hope you’re having a great day!” She said with a big smile and blew a kiss before hitting the stop button and sending it to him. It was almost a bummer to start the day off on such a strong note because the rest of the day just seemed to drag on. After ordering herself some food and catching up on some shows while cuddling up with the dogs, she knew it would be best to get work done instead of just moping around.

She wasn’t sure how long she spent in her office editing videos but she smiled as her phone started to ring and answered his call with a wave, “Happy Valentines Day!”

“Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I’m sorry to call you in the car but I couldn’t stay away from it any longer.”

“It’s okay.” She reassured him while pulling her legs up onto the chair before looking back at her computer, “I’m currently editing a video so I guess we’re both kinda working.”

“Oh, What video are you editing?”

“John Wayne Gacy. I’ve been sticking to some generic ones until my mods can send me over a list from the google doc.”

"Oh yeah? How many cases have you got recorded?"

"I recorded eight so far, I've only edited four though, this will be the fifth. I've been busy researching the last few days so I figured I better do some actual work."

“I see…Well, assuming you have been cooped up all day, do you want to see how beautiful the sky is tonight?”

“Sure.” Nicole replied with a small smile before redirecting her gaze to the screen as he pointed the phone up and around, “Wow, that truly is something.”

Chris laughed, “It’s so sad you don’t even recognize your front yard.”

Nicole stood up, “Wait, you’re outside?!”

“Come down here and take a look for yourself.”

She opened the door of her office, racing down the stairs with the dogs and opened the front door to see him standing there in a suit with his arms wide open.

“Happy Valentines Day.” He said softly with a big smile. Nicole let out an excited squeal before jumping onto his waist causing him to stumble back a few steps with a laugh, “You missed me that much?”

“I missed you so so much! Happy Valentines Day! Oh my god!” She said before kissing his cheek a few times and burying her face in his neck, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to leave you alone for our very first valentines day.”

“I’m crying all over your suit, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m crying too.” He said with a sad laugh, rubbing her back softly as she hopped off his waist.

She playfully pushed him with a small sniffle, “You jerk! How long have you been planning this for?!”

“A month, maybe a little more.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead before kneeling down to greet the dogs that had been excitedly jumping on him.

“Did you fly in from DC?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long week on planes for me. I was in LA, then New York, and ended up in DC for two days but lucky for both of us Valentine's Day is on a Friday so we get to spend it together. So, Mark did the last two meetings alone so I could be here.”

“Well thank god for Mark. You will have to give him all my thanks.”

“I definitely have but I will send him more thanks tomorrow. But tonight is about us.” He said with a smirk standing up and grabbing his bag off the porch.

“Oh, I like that idea.” She said with a big smile before reaching out grabbing his tie to pull him through the threshold of her front door.”

“Oh yeah? You like the suit too?

“I really love it when you wear suits. I like pulling you in by your tie and kissing you… The perfectly tailored pants and the belt. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sweatpants too. I really love them but this is special. There’s just something about you all dressed up that is my favorite. ”

He smirked, “Alright, well, my favorite outfit that you wear… Hmm, it has to be one you wear outside?”

Nicole nodded with a smile, “I see this is a hard question for you to answer.”

“Just can’t stop thinking about you running around in those cute hipster panties and my shirts. If I had to pick an outfit, I would say the crop tops and high waisted jeans just because I know that’s your favorite and you’re comfortable in it."

"That's not an answer. What's YOUR favorite thing I wear?"

"Well, I guess my favorite thing you wear is those thigh high boots and it’s a crime you’ve only worn them twice.”

“From that first day we met?”

“I love those boots. Those are witch boots.”

She laughed loudly, “Witch boots!?”

“You must’ve put some kind of hex on me when you had them on. I’ve been obsessed with you ever since, they’re witch boots.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He shrugged with a smile before lifting her up over his shoulder causing her to let out a squeal.

When they got into the bedroom, he set his backpack on the chair before setting Nicole down and beginning to kiss her. He shouldn’t have been surprised at how quickly she had pulled his jacket off of him as he had been thinking about this all day as well. He lifted her oversized graphic tee over head breaking the kiss for mere moments before she returned to his lips fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Chris tugged down her sweatpants and underwear while she stepped backwards towards the bed, gasping as she fell back against it. She looked up at Chris as he unbuttoned the four buttons that were left and threw the shirt behind him. Letting out an amused hum, he admired her from above, “Gosh, look at you…” Reaching down, he slid his hand between her legs and she opened them for him.

He slowly slid his finger up and down her wet slit, “I’m not even sure you need me to eat you out tonight, I think you’re ready.”

“I just want you… Please.” She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes several times.

He smirked looking her up and down before taking off his belt and pants and climbing on top of her. He slowly slid into her with them both lightly whimpering as they took in how great the other felt. It wasn’t long until he started thrusting in and out of her harder and faster. She grabbed onto his shoulder as he gripped her hips and angled her up towards him. Arching her back she let out a small gasp before dragging her nails across his back, and when she did this he made a sound that was foreign to her. Worried that she hurt him, she placed a hand on his chest and asked if he was okay. “Oh, I’m more than okay. Scratch me harder, scratch me as much as you want.” He insisted before starting to kiss her neck. She gasped as his lips met her neck, it almost felt as if he branded her. Chris wasn’t normally very loud when they had sex, just grunts and low groans but tonight he had let everything go. Between showering her in praise, taunting her, and moaning her name; Nicole’s head was spinning. By the time he had finished, her vision was a little blurry and her entire body was shaking. She was only jolted back to reality when he rolled onto his back and took her with him. “Uhm-I-fuck, I love you.” She said with an exhausted laugh resting her head against his.

“I love you too.” He said, smiling against her cheek as his hand rubbed small circles around her back.

Nicole placed several kisses across his chest and up his neck before laying down against him again and hugging him, “Happy Valentines Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, wifey.”

“My throat hurts.” Nicole said softly punctuating her sentence with a small pout.

“Well you screamed loud enough I think they may have heard us back in LA.”

“It’s not my fault that you give me so many orgasms.”

Chris let out an exaggerated groan, “Oh yes, what a problem that your husband gives you too many orgasms.”

“Yes, it is a problem because now I’m just a limp little noodle that can’t walk or fully articulate words.”

“You got ‘out’ articulate that's pretty good!” He teased before she swatted his chest with a laugh and rolled off of him.

Chris smiled at her before looking down at his torso, “Look at this little snail trail my love left me.”

Nicole sat up and looked at him blinking a few times before gasping completely shocked, “Are you serious?”

“Look at it!” He said pointing at it with a laugh.

Nicole looked from his torso to his face with her mouth still open. She shook her head a few times, “That is the grossest thing you’ve EVER said to me. And on Valentines Day!” She playfully hit his chest and he grabbed her wrist still laughing, “That can’t be the grossest thing I’ve said to you, cmon.”

“I’m going to give the ring back if you bring it up again!” She said with a loud laugh.

“You wouldn’t dare!” He said, still laughing, “Cmon, baby, cmon! It’s funny!” He said pulling her back against his chest in a big hug, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry! It’s your fucking fault!”

His laughter slowly diminished and he kissed her cheek, “It’s just so funny when you get all pouty and surprised and angry. You’re like that little frog that screams.”

She gasped and looked up at him, “Okay, you did not fuck me nearly well enough to be roasting me like this!”

“Oh is that so?” He said with a raised brow, “Because I can go again. I don’t think you can go again. I'm going to have you trembling in seconds!” He taunted while rolling on top of her and she quickly started patting his chest, “No, no, no!” “Exactly.�� He said with a smirk trying not to laugh as she scrunched up her eyebrows forming her face into an angry pout.

“What’s the face for?”

“I’m hungry and you're being mean.”

“No one is stopping you from going downstairs and getting food.”

“Oh what, I don’t get the gentleman version of you tonight? Captain America would carry me down a flight of stairs for a late night snack.”

He threw his head back laughing, “I’ve been waiting for that one.” He got out of bed and pulled on his boxers before handing her a new set of her underwear and a shirt to get dressed, helping her into the underwear as she tugged on the shirt. He was smirking at her the entire time and she sighed, “I don’t want to hear another word about this, okay?”

“You got it. Not a single word…Tonight.”

Nicole rolled her eyes before getting up and jumping onto his waist.

“My little spider monkey.” He laughed

Her face fell into another little pout, “I don’t think I’m active enough to be a spider monkey.”

“Okay, so what do you wanna be?” He asked as he stepped off the final step and started making his way to the kitchen.

“A sloth.”

“Well, you’re definitely cuter than a sloth. How about a koala?”

She nodded a couple times with a smile, “Yeah, I’m a koala.”

He opened the fridge with his free hand, “Well what does my little koala want to eat?”

“Pudding?”

“Pudding isn’t a full meal.”

Nicole sighed with a pout, “Okay fine, I guess I’ll have…Mac and cheese? Is that an okay food?”

“That is a great food and you can have a cup of pudding while I make it.” He said with a smile before handing her one and setting her on the counter. He jogged across the kitchen and grabbed a spoon before bringing it back over to her. Nicole pulled herself fully on the counter to sit cross legged watching him get the items ready to make the mac and cheese. They continued to talk about their weeks as this has been their first real conversation without time restraints in weeks and it was nice just being able to fully open up to each other again. They hung out in the kitchen eating and chatting until nearly two in the morning. After putting the dishes in the sink and letting the dogs out one last time, Chris carried her back upstairs and they settled into bed again. He was running his fingers up and down her spine causing her to giggle a little bit, “Ticklish there?”

“A little bit.” She hugged him a little tighter, “Happy Valentines Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby.” He kissed the top of her head, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too…I wish you never had to leave.”

The words brought tears to his eyes and kept him awake by echoing in his head longer than he wanted them too.

The next morning when Nicole woke up the bed was empty. If it wasn’t for his backpack sitting on her chair she would’ve thought him coming home was a dream. Getting out of bed she pulled on one of his shirts and some socks before trotting downstairs. She smelled the food he was cooking before she even reached the first floor and smiled. Reaching down she gave the dogs a few pets before walking into the kitchen, “Well good morning to you too.” She teased.

Chris smiled over at her before pointing at one of the island seats with his spatula, “I was going to bring it to you in bed as a nice surprise for a continued Valentines treat but since you’re here have a seat.”

The two enjoyed a french toast breakfast together even though he teased that she only had raspberries and no blueberries or strawberries. After breakfast, they took a walk around the block with the dogs before returning home to watch movies until it was time to go out to dinner. Nicole gave the two dogs their treats before sitting next to Chris who was flipping through channels on her TV. She looked over at him with a sigh, “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Is that what you’re upset about?”

“I’m not upset.” He looked over at her with a fake smile and she raised an eyebrow.

“Something's off. I don’t know what it is but I know something is off.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s a mental thing. I’ve had a rough few days and I guess I’m still trying to shake it.”

“What happened?”

“I had this interview with esquire and I just… I don’t know.” He gave a defeated shrug before turning the TV off and setting the remote back on the side table.

“Did you say something you want him to edit out? I’m sure Nick could get him to-“

“No, I just think I’m at a pivotal point in my life and career. It is just a lot to think about and it’s making my head spin.”

Nicole reached out and grabbed his hand, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head, “I’m just very excited to spend the weekend with you. I’ve missed you. I miss talking to you…”

“I miss you too, but I also know that I’m a clingy creature by nature. I’ve been told it’s my downfall. So knowing that I’m codependent and needy, I’ve dialed it back because I don’t want to lose you. I didn’t want to be too much but… I really love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled at her and gently pulled on her arm. With a light laugh, she crawled across the couch and curled up in his lap. “Can I let you in on a secret?” He asked while he wrapped his arms around her.

“If you want to.” She said with a smile, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sort of a needy codependent myself.”

Nicole couldn't help but laugh, “Yeah?”

“I’ve been fine with the long distance thing before. You maybe see each other once a month or every two months and that was okay. I was fine with that because you can just call each other and you have work but, God. The house was so empty when you left. And I really thought maybe it was because the holidays had just ended and I was at home alone but in DC and New York, and LA. It didn’t matter, I just missed you. I wanted you there or me here and I didn’t want to ask for it because that’s selfish”

She was busy playing with the collar of his sweater, she hadn’t even noticed the long pause he was taking, “I don’t think that’s selfish.”

“I’ve just gotten to the point where the family and the homebody life is so appealing. I don’t know if acting is worth it for me anymore. It just feels like a job.”

“Do you want me to be honest?” She asked with a laugh as he nodded. She sighed before continuing, “Don’t take this as an attack either, okay?”

“I won’t.”

“Well, it is a job. Even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, it’s a job. And I don’t think you want to retire from it… I don’t think it’s an egotistical award thing like an Oscar or something. I just think there’s a goal you’ve always had deep inside you and you haven’t reached it yet. Now, I don’t know what it is and I don’t need to know what it is. But I know that you won’t rest until you finish it because no matter how tired you are of the flights and the press and the circus of it, you keep doing it.”

“How do you know me better than I know myself sometimes?”

She shrugged before moving out of his lap, “The same way you know me. Our souls are the same, we know how the other works.” She reassured him before leaning back and resting her head on his lap and looking up at him.

He gave her a sad smile before starting to play with her hair, “What’s your goal?”

Nicole took a deep breath, “I don’t know if I have a set goal, I haven’t thought about it in a while. I think my goal is to either help solve a cold case or to help get a law passed to protect others. I thought saving that dude from death row for one final trial before the Supreme Court would be it. I thought that was the goal but I just went back home and got back to work. I thought the goal would be buying a house and saving up enough money to comfortably retire, and it still wasn’t… There’s no clear goal, Chris. The earth is round for a reason. It’ll never stop spinning. You have to decide when you’ve had enough. You need to decide when the distance you have ran and the impact your footprint has made on the world is enough to sit on the side and relax… If I'm being honest, I know that I'm being replaced on YouTube and other places and that’s okay. I'm okay with that, but I still have more in me, I have more I want to say and do. So I'm going to keep making content until I'm okay with the ending. Right now, I know that I have more in me, I’m not finished. We are lucky enough to decide the path we take in life, but don't get paralyzed by the power of choice.”

“I just don’t know when will be the right time to stop.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course doll.”

“Are you avoiding taking a break or retiring because in your mind that means you can never go back?”

He sighed before looking across the room at his dogs, unable to look at her, “I’m not sure.”

Nicole continued to look up at him with a pout, “I think our minds are both getting the best of us.”

“Yeah? What’s going on in your pretty little mind?” He asked, shyly glancing back down at her before looking away.

“A lot of insecurity…Let’s take a nice calming bath and head to bed. “

“The sun hasn’t even set, Nicole.”

“I know, but we could both use the relaxation and then we can order or make dinner when we get hungry, okay?”

“Mmkay.” He said with a small shrug before following her upstairs. As she entered the master bedroom and started down the hall to the bedroom she held up a finger, “I have one rule though.”

“No sex in the tub?”

Nicole laughed, “No talking about our issues and stuff yet, okay? I just want to hold each other.”

Chris started to smile, “That’s a good rule… Should I put our playlist on a speaker or something?”

“That’d be really nice.” Nicole gave him a sad smile and he knew something was wrong. He wanted to ask but he respected the rule she had in place. He kissed the top of her head before stepping past her to get into the tub. Watching her undress before helping her into the tub, he couldn’t help but think about how he wanted his life to be like this all the time. No lights, no cameras, no pressure or expectations; just being at home. As his arms wrapped around her and she settled into the tub she started to cry. It had only been a few weeks but they felt like forever being apart from her love. She was so happy to have him home and she knew he was happy to be home as he hugged her tighter.

(Next Chapter)

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'M not going anywhere.

Remus x Reader

Requested? - It's part 3!

Summary - After leaving Remus, you found yourself with family in the horribly hot state of Texas. What can come of you now? With friends with worries the size of the state and a heart almost as broken as they come, what on earth can you do with yourself with the man shows up - only, in his werewolf state?

Trigger Warning - cursing, mentions of abortion

Guide - (y/m/n) - Your middle name

This one has a lot of backstory in it, fair warning! It's not super action filled, but the next chapter will be up soon!

When you met Remus, you were in school with him. You had known all about the infamous Maurauders and their love for trouble, but didn't really see much of them. Well, you thought you hadn't. You had seen each of them separately, James was in potions with you, Sirius had been in Care of Magical Creatures with you, Peter in Transfiguration, but Remus, well, you didn't think you had him in anything until 4th year. Separately, you thought they were all good people, kind to you in classes, funny when the lesson was droning on, and calm enough to let you get your notes finished within reasonable time.

By fourth year, you had gotten used to each of the three boys separately. When you met Remus in Charms, hanging out with him as a Prefect while walking through the hallways, then outside of your duties together and with the rest of your friends, it came as a surprise at how different he acted with the three boys.

He was always so incredibly kind, so beautiful with his words to you, so when your feelings for him grew substantially, it didn't seem to surprise you. But, when he actually asked you out in fifth year, with the major confirmation of his friends that, yes, Moony, she's crazy for you! Everyone besides you can see it! Just ask her!, You found yourself speechless.

The Remus Lupin liked you back, and was asking you to your own date this Saturday. Then another one in the Astronomy tower on Tuesday night while everyone else was at dinner. Then Friday at the quidditch game, he asked if you'd sit next to him during the game where he actually held your hand.

Date after date after date had you grinning from ear to ear when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. Kiss after kiss after kiss had you falling in love with him a little bit more each time you pulled apart and opened your eyes just a second before he did, seeing his face in pure bliss.

When you both finally did admit your love for each other was the day you admitted you had known about Moony long before he told you - which had been on your fourth date on the quidditch pitch, laying on a blanket under the stars.

"I love the stars. Something so far away can still shine that bright." You mumbled, cuddling closer to his warm frame. He was always so warm.

"I don't care much for the night." He admitted, his voice a mumble.

"Remus John Lupin, why on earth do you not like the night? It's so peaceful and breathtaking. The night gives you unlimited possibilities." You had now turned to your side, your elbow propping your head up as you tangled your legs with his.

"You wanna know the truth?" he asked you, which had honestly surprised you. Of course you wanted to know the truth. "Well, why would I want you to lie to me, Rem? Especially about something that you don't care for." Your right hand lifted to run through his hair, fluffing it and leaving it sticking up slightly.

"I don't like the moon." You nodded, showing you were listening to him. "It controls me." He whispered, closing his eyes.

"How does the moon control you?" You knew the answer to your own question, having put two and two together in your fourth year, the night he had swapped prefect duties with the Ravenclaw boy he was just telling you he didn't trust the week before. When you had arrived back in your room, feeling a little hurt at his actions, you looked out your window to see the full moon shining down on the earth, it's glow filling up a bit of the forbidden forest enough for you to see a few creatures running along the sides. A stag, a dog, and a rat? Then you heard it, the long howl filling the quiet. Somehow, you're not sure exactly how, but it all clicked in you faster than you could have blinked.

Prongs - A stag. Padfoot - A dog. Wormtail - A rat. And most importantly, Moony - A werewolf.

You didn't ever bring it up, but with each month, pieces fell right into place. Now, you laid with the man himself, holding his deepest secret in your heart without him even knowing you held it.

"Y/n, as much as I wish I didn't have to tell you this, if I want our relationship to get anywhere, I know I have to." He sighed, his eyes staying closed, refusing to see your reaction. "I'm a werewolf." You let out a fake gasp, your hand leaving his hair to trace one of the scars on his forehead.

"I- I'm sorry." You whispered, your eyes staying on his. "You're sorry you don't wanna date me anymore?" He quizzed you, finally opening his eyes to face you. This caused you to let out a small chuckle, shaking your head. "Rem, why on earth would I not wanna date you anymore?" Your hand moved back to his hair, your nails scratching softly at his scalp. "I could hurt you, y/n." He spoke, his voice soft and full of fear.

"Remus, you've known me for a year now. You could have hurt me any other full moon, what would us dating change? It's not like I'm going to follow you out into the woods when you shift. It's not like I'm going to go out searching for you when you are out in your wolf form. It means I'd get to kiss each wound when you come back. It means I'd get to hold you in my arms and read to you every once in a while. It means I'd get to go on cute dates and make you bake with me in the kitchens. You being a wolf doesn't change anything." You shrugged nonchalantly, smiling up at him.

That night, Remus kissed you. He kissed you almost a thousand times. He kissed you so much that, when you woke up the next morning, your lips were still swollen.

After you and Remus had really been a couple for a while, you had realized how much he loved to sniff you. You didn't know if it was the Remus in him, or the Moony in him, but it didn't really bother you. You loved smelling him, why would it be so weird if he smelled you? If you were cuddling, his nose would burry in your hair, or your neck, or your chest, and he'd slowly inhale your scent to calm himself down.

If you were walking down the hallways, he bring your intertwined hands to lay a soft kiss on it before inhaling your scent, kissing it once more, then bringing them back down to sway as you walked.

If he had a horrible day, a bad full moon, or just felt off, he'd search the entire grounds until he found you, look your right in your eyes as he walked right to you, grab you by your waist, and pull you into him to hug you as tightly as he could, inhaling your intoxicating scent for himself.

This had caused you to start leaving a piece of your clothing in the bag they took with them when he turned, so he'd have something with him he could smell that reminded him of you. You were never sure if it helped or not, you never asked him and he never brought it up, but it gave you a sense of comfort each full moon.

But now, standing in front of the wolf himself, watching as his snout lifted into the air and took a deep inhale, well, it didn't exactly comfort you.

Which is why, with your eyes set on him, you reached down and into your boot, gripping onto the end of your wand, before pulling up and sending out two purple balls of light, each of them shooting into both of the houses around you.

This hadn't fazed him, for his eyes were still set on you, as he took a step closer. Before you had time to react, a dog had shot infront of you, growling at the creature before you. Right as he stepped, Moony bent down and growled at Sirius, but his a tone deeper and dripping with a warning.

It must have surprised Sirius, for he whimpered and stepped backwards, closer to your frame, which didn't help his case for Moony then snapped at him, stepping closer to him.

"Sirius, get behind Y/n." Your grandfather had stepped out his face door in a rush, his eyes taking in the scene before him. "Sirius, get behind Y/n and get into the house." Sirius whined at the older man, not wanting to leave you alone.

"Lily is in labor." You called to the man, watching him nod. "Sirius, if you run six blocks east, there is a small cottage. It's blue with white shutters on the left side. That's the healer closest to us. She'll come." This got Sirius to move, quickly rushing out of the gated yards.

"Now, y/n, he's not going to hurt you. I've only ever seen this once, but he recognizes your scent and the scent of your kids. It's kinda like he's sensing a mate with you because of your kids. Just stay calm. I'm surprised he hasn't already tackled you to the ground. Just, slowly sit down and let him come to you."

The last thing you expected of this night was the situation at hand, but now, you were sitting on the cold rocks, slightly shivering, your best friend in labor in the house behind you, watching your financé (?) slowly walk towards you, almost like Moony was afraid to frighten you.

He leaned down on all fours before he lowered his head into your lap, inhaling your scent deeply before letting it rest fully on your legs. His nose rested right at your belly bump, rubbing it slightly on your clothed stomach before letting out a sigh of relief.

You looked up at your grandfather, seeing him watching you intently. "Don't move, not that he'll let you. I will bring out a few pillows and a blanket for you. I'll make sure the healer helps Lily." You nodded, your eyes now moving to look down at Moony.

You hadn't ever seen him in his wolf state, but he somehow still looked handsome. His eyes were now closed, his body relaxed as he soaked in your scent.

"What do you mean, you're not joining the Order?" Remus yelled at you, his face red with fury. There were very few times Remus was this angry with you, usually when you had been neglecting yourself of necessities. But, this time, he was raging in fury with your absolute denial to join the war.

"Remus, I'm just saying I'm not going to go out and fight! Molly doesn't! I'm going to stay back and help where I'm needed. There are tons of you going to fight, I'm staying back to take care of everyone that doesn't go on the missions! What do you want from me?! I wasn't good at defensive spells, I wasn't good at duels! Do you want me to go out there and fucking die?" This caused him to quiet down, your fury having grown substantially.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, allowing you both to calm down. "I don't want you to die. I would kill myself if you ended up dying on one of the missions." Remus' voice was soft and full of fear now. "Then why do you want me to go out there and fight, Rem? You are the one that saw me up past midnight trying to learn the defensive spells so often. You're the one I made duel with me night after night to try to improve. You of all people know that I couldn't properly protect myself or anyone else if I went."

He nodded, hating to admit that you were right. He had even told you, seventh year, "Baby, I love you, but you're definitely not getting your excellent mark on this. You'll pass, but barely." You had been much more skilled in potions and herbology, not in the defensive skills.

"I just, I can't stand the idea of you being back home if the order gets attacked. I know that's stupid, I know that's irrational, it's much more dangerous to actually be out there, I'm just scared." It hurt your heart to hear him admit how scared he was, but, you all were scared. You were growing up in a war that shouldn't be yours to fight.

"Remus, while I stink at my defensive skills, have you seen Molly Weasley? The woman survives on defensive skills, all her kids figuring out how to moderately work their magic. I think I'm safer with her than with you." This caused him to break into a small smile, but wrap you up tightly in his arms. "You're not safer with anyone else but me. I'd murder Voldemort himself before he touched you." You gasped at the use of his name, turning to eye the love of your life. "You said his name." You whispered, your eyes wide. "Well, I'd use his name to his face if it kept you out of harm's way."

You had dozed off a bit, your head laying back on the pillow Sirius had brought you, having gawked at the wolf fast asleep in your hold. "We always knew your scent calmed him, it always did when you gave him some of your clothes, but this? I'd never thought I'd live to see the day Moony didn't try to attack whoever was in front of him."

You had only been awoken by James, tapping on your shoulder. You jerked awake, seeing Moony still asleep in your hold. "Lily had the baby, a girl. They're both up in our room, but she wanted me to come tell you and check up on you." He eyed Moony warily, fear still evident in his body, worried the wolf would awake and tear you to shreds. "I'm so glad. Did everything go okay?" Your voice was a whisper, not wanting to wake the wolf either.

"Yeah, the healer said she did great. Hardly needed the help." James sat down beside you, but scooted a foot away from you when Moony growled in his sleep, the foreign scent mixing with yours. "It's weird, seeing him like this. All the nights we were out there with him, trying to keep him from tearing into Hogwarts and keep him away from you when it's apparently all he needed." James shook his head, attempting to remove the shock from his head.

"I don't think he needs me anymore." You whispered. While it hurt you to say, you honestly believed it. The man let you leave without a sliver of doubt. He watched you walk out of the home you built together, taking his kids with you.

"Y/n, he searched the world until he found you, of course he needs you." James didn't say anything about you needing to forgive him, about you needing to hear him out, because he didn't think Remus deserved that. He just knew that Remus did need you. "He should be shifting back soon. I brought out some of his clothes I found in your stuff." He gestured to the pile of clothes beside the both of you before standing up.

"When you guys get inside, Lily would love for you to come in and meet her." You smiled at that, nodding. "It would be my honor."

You laid back down, listening to the morning sounds slowly begin, until you felt the movement under you, watching for your own eyes as Remus shifted back into himself. He groaned, the pain filling his frame once more within 12 hours, the sounds of his groans bringing tears to your eyes.

Once he was fully to himself, his eyes opened and met yours, widening. "What?" He asked softly, his gaze not leaving yours. You reached over, grabbing the clothes brought out for him before dropping them on his chest. He sat up without another word, removing his body from yours and beginning to get dressed.

He stood, pulling the boxers and pants on as you stood yourself. You grabbed the pillows and blankets, waiting until he began to pull on the sweater before rushing inside, hoping to escape the looming conversation.

You set the things down in the living room before slowly creeping up the stairs and towards the room with Lily and James, hearing a soft and small cry emitting from it. You knocked softly, hearing the "come in" before you creaked open the door. "Hey you four." You whispered, seeing Harry fast asleep on James' chest.

"Y/n, thank Merlin." Lily spoke, her eyes welling with tears at the sight of you. "I was so worried. I didn't know what happened." You smiled, walking closer to the woman. "It's all okay, it's a long story, but it's all okay." You walked closer until you were at the edge of the bed, looking down at Lily and the beautiful baby girl.

"Take her." Lily whispered, looking up at you. "What?" you asked, your eyes wide. "You're gonna need the practice, take her." You nodded, slowly grabbing the baby from Lily, coddling her to your chest.

"Y/n!" You heard Remus call before turning into the room, staring at you holding the baby. "You had her?" Remus now asked Lily, smiling widely. "Mhm, last night. Looks like two people decided to make an entrance." Lily laughed, smiling at you.

"She's beautiful." You whispered, your eyes having stayed on the baby in yours arms. "What's her name?" You looked down at Lily, now seeing James awake and looking at you. "Well, we wanted to confirm with you, but we wanted to name her Harley y/m/n Potter." You gasped softly, looking down at the two parents.

"Are you sure?" They both nodded before you finished speaking, "More than sure." Your tears fell freely as you looked down at the baby, seeing her now asleep in your warm hold. "I'd be honored."

Remus had now walked to you, standing behind you as he looked down, his eyes set on you holding the baby girl, pregnant with his own kids. His gaze moved to the ceiling, holding in tears before he glanced at the bed, seeing James glaring daggers into his frame.

"Here, I'm gonna go freshen up. She's absolutely beautiful, guys." You carefully handed Harley back to her mom before quickly walking out of their room, but stopping a few steps away to hear James speak.

"Fucking prat, there the fuck you are! Where have you been?!" His voice was harsh, angry at his best mate. "Looking for her, what else! The second she left Molly's, I've been looking!" Remus' voice was scratchy like it was every morning after a turn.

"Yeah, well, you're a dick." Lily spoke up, still looking down at her baby girl. "I still think Sirius should have punched you harder." Remus nodded, looking at the floor.

"I can't believe I said that to her, guys. What the fuck kind of person am I?" His voice was growing rougher, his eyes swelling with tears. "Don't go on about this with us, mate. You're in the same house as her, go tell her." That caused you to walk off quickly, moving to your room, shutting the door and leaning against it.

Your hands wrapped around your belly, bringing you back to the day you apparated out of Molly's living room, having held your stomach the same way, protecting your children. What on earth do you say to him? What did you want from him?

You weren't sure what the answer was to either of those questions, which is why you quickly left your room and slipped into the bathroom. He couldn't talk to you if you were in the shower. You confirmed you had your bathroom items before jumping into the shower, taking the longest shower you had ever taken in your life.

While you stood, shampoo in your hair, you thought.

What if he still doesn't want them? I'd have to stay here. I'd move in fully and live in Texas. Texas, really? It's so fucking hot and I'd miss snow. Then I'd move in with Molly. Nope, no way, there are already 7 kids there, she does not need two more. Then, James and Lily? Nope. She just had another newborn, there was no way you'd bug them with this. Sirius. That's where you'd go. He had tons of space and you're sure he'd be more than okay with you there.

But, what if he changed his mind? What if he did want them? How could you trust that? How could you possibly believe he'd want them after immediately suggesting they be gotten rid of?

As you applied the conditioner, you wished you could just go back to the easier things. The happier things. The things that had you almost thinking you lived in a world not plagued with pending war.

Five years after graduation. You were sitting in Remus' lap at James and Lily's place, still getting used to Peter not being around. Harry now being two had you all more than happy, listening to his vocabulary grow.

The football game was on, the muggle TV playing as Lily still attempted to explain it to Sirius and James. Remus had his arms around you, his gaze no longer on the TV, but on Harry as he played on the floor with his stuffed dragon. "I can't believe you got him a muggle toy." He laughed in your ear, the smile evident on his face. "Well, he loves Dragons! I couldn't not buy it." You smiled at your boyfriend, kissing his nose softly. The night carried on, the five of you playing a few games of sharades, but you exiting the room to grab the next plate of sliders to bring into the room.

As you sat back down, Harry walked up to you, sat in your lap, and grabbed your face. "Mawwy me." He giggled softly, your eyebrows furrowing as Lily quickly yanked him from your lap, nervously chuckling. "Hah, sorry, don't know where that came from" You looked around the room, all four faces refusing to look at you, all of them nervously laughing along with Lily.

"Did Harry just ask me to marry him?" You watched as they glanced around nervously before breaking out, talking over each other. "What, psh, no way." "Where would he have learned how to do that?" "I didn't hear that, did you hear that?" "No, but I did." All talked stopped, everyone looking at Remus. "What did you just say?"

Remus took a deep breath, moving off the couch and turning to look at you, before bending down onto one knee. "I've been talking to them a lot about how I was going to ask you, but seeing as how Harry beat me to the punch, let's do it right now. Y/n, right in front of our friends and a little boy who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut." James tickled Harry, causing him to giggle as you all smiled. "I'm asking the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life, the girl who showed me that being something you can't control doesn't make you a monster, the girl who makes me smile with just a single giggle, to marry me. You have shown me a happiness I thought everyone was faking, a love that I didn't think existed outside of James and Lily and Molly and Arthur, and a kindness I thought had left the world.

"So, in the living room of our best friends, surrounded by food I think Harry might have stuck his fingers in, I ask you to marry me. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me."

You thought his proposal had been so incredibly beautiful, better than any you ever could have imagined. As you rinsed off the extra shaving cream from your legs, you sighed deeply. How did your love life come to this?

Eventually, you had exited the shower, tying the bathrobe around your bump before opening the bathroom door, walking out and jumping at the sight of Remus sitting on your bed.

"Fuck, you scared me." You clutched your belly, looking at the man. "Oh, shoot, sorry." You pulled the robe tighter, seeing his eyes flutter down to his legs. It hurt your heart to think you needed to cover up from him, but you attempted to cover the large bump behind the robe.

"Let me, uh, let me change really quick." You grabbed your underwear from your dresser before rushing into the closet, shutting the door and dressing in a shirt and a baggier set of overalls, hoping it didn't show your belly too much. When you walked out, Remus was now pacing the floor, his hands gripping his hair tightly.

"Rem, stop, it's fine." you quickly walked to him, pulling his hands from his hair. "I'm glad you're okay." You mumbled the words, taking a step back from him. He inhaled deeply, his eyes shutting.

"I can still smell the change in your scent. Really, Moony can, but I can still tell." You nodded, stepping back once more.

"Y/n, we need to talk." You laughed bitterly, a mix of anger and sadness filling your body. "You think we need to talk, Remus? You think so? You think we should talk about the fact that, the second you got back from being on a mission you could have died on, you yelled at me for something I couldn't control? You think we should talk about the fact that you basically told me to abort our kids? You think we should talk about the fact that you let me walk out of our home without trying to stop me? You think we should talk about that?"

Your hands were shaking in anger, your eyes swelling up with tears. Damn, how much can one person cry? Your hands gripped your own hair now, pulling it in anger. "How can I cry this much? How does this happen?" You shouted in anger, now at yourself. "Fucking hormones!" Your hands fell to your sides, your eyes squeezed shut before your felt yourself in the hold of him.

His scent filled you, filled you up until your body relaxed involuntarily. "'S okay, I'm right here. I'm right here." One hand went up to smooth the hair that you yanked, the other firmly holding you to him. Your hands wrapped around him, grasping onto the fabric of his shirt at his back. "I'm so fucking mad at you, Remus. So fucking mad." Your tears slowed, your eyes closing as you finally felt safe.

He had been your safe place for so long and going without him for this long had kept your body weak. Now, relaxed in his hold, your body begged for decent sleep. You allowed yourself to go limp in his hold, feeling him pick you up bridal style and walk to both to the bed, curling up with you in his arms. "'M right here, love. Right here and I'm not going anywhere." You drifted to sleep, holding him with as much strength as you could as you slept.

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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You're tempted to pair Lucian with Hardy maybe? I'm sensing a small-town panicking to their local police detective about a large wolf sighting in the area... And possibly gossiping about a new face in town as well. ;)

Oooh, clever idea there, anon! >:D

Warning: mentioned animal harm

On with the fic!

"There are no giant wolves in this part of England. Come on, be realistic." Hardy frowned as he walked with Miller away from the man they had interviewed.

"He said it was a giant wolf, sounds plausible." Miller shrugged.

"I still believe it to be a wild dog, that much I know to be true."

"But what about the photo he showed us?"

"Too hard to make out, it looked like a blurred out creature." Hardy thought over the photo they were shown, taken on the man's phone when he caught sight of something attacking one of his sheep on the outskirts of the town.

Broadchurch wasn't really a farming community, but there were a few small ones nearby, and it seemed that the man had one of his sheep attacked by a creature. He said it had to be a wolf, but he swore it ran on two feet when he shot at it.

The photo was of terrible quality, taken with a phone camera at night, with a shitty flash. So, the image only showed the maimed creature in focus, but there was movement from something next to it, blurred by it reacting. Eyes shone in the image from it, but the body was hard to tell if it was really that of a giant dog, a wolf, or something else.

"Couldn't be a man though." Hardy pointed out as they walked to Miller's car. "Human eyes don't glow in photos like an animal's."

"Well, whatever it was, it's got rumors spread around town. People think there's a giant beast out in the fields, ready to attack." Miller sighed as they got in. "Tom said that since the first sighting last week, by that man driving down one of the back roads, that kids are saying we have a werewolf on our hands."

Hardy snorted at this. "Yeah, I'd rather believe a wild wolf than a werewolf." He mumbled as he buckled himself in and Miller drove back into town.

As they came to a stop at a stop light, Hardy glanced out the window, and noticed someone he didn't recall ever seeing in town before.

There was a man, dressed in jeans, boots, and what appeared to be a leather jacket with a fur trim. Not too unusual, it was getting colder nowadays, but it seemed like such an odd choice of outfit.

The man's hair was long, dark, and messy, yet pulled back almost stylishly. He turned, looking towards the car, as if noticing someone was looking at him.

Oh.

He had a rather nice face, Hardy thought, but wanted to slap himself for that. Yes, alright, the man was nice looking, with his beard, upturned nose, and bright eyes, but Hardy turned away when the man smiled.

"What's got you lookin' all flustered, sir?" Miller's voice snapped Hardy out of his thoughts and he looked at her, then away.

"Nothing."

Miller raised an eyebrow, then glanced out his window just before the light changed for her to drive again. She then blinked and started to drive. "Were you looking at that man?"

"No."

"He's not bad looking. I think he's the new guy I heard Beth mention the other day, a stranger who rolled into town. He's staying at the Trader's, and is apparently very cute up close. I heard that he's got an accent and speaks rather politely, lots of people are gossiping about him."

"I haven't heard anything."

She snorted. "That's because you ignore any gossip that hasn't anything to do with a case, and even then you make me deal with that."

Hardy just hummed in response, looking out the window again, even though the man was long gone by now.

"His name's Lucian, in case you're wondering." Miller said with a certain lilt to her voice, a smile on her face. "Trader's, if you want to, I dunno, interrogate him or something."

If she wasn't driving, he'd punch her arm, especially for the laugh she let out at his growl of annoyance.

Don't worry, Hardy, many of us can't help but stare at that handsome face of Lucian's as well.

I know I can't.

#john's drabbles #good omens extended universe #lucian x alec hardy

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classysassy9791 · 3 years

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Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

Originally written for @inukag-week on tumblr circa 2016, now officially being updated. Its been a hot minute, hasn't it?

For InuKag Week - Day 2: Warmth

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Part 2 Word Count: 2,600

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Kagome couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard.

Sometime between the moment she met the arrogant, rude man known as Inuyasha and the three shots she had consumed, they had fallen into a flirtatious banter that she rather enjoyed. Gone was the pompous jerk who had so rudely called her audacious names, replaced by a man who proved to actually be decent company.

No, she hadn't forgotten about their initial meeting, but as she downed another shot of whiskey, she realized she didn't much care. For the first time in months - maybe longer - Kagome found herself enjoying her evening. With her shackles removed and her inhibitions lowered, she relished in the sweet taste of freedom that had been sorely lacking from her life.

"You did not!" she squealed with absurdity in her tone, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Inuyasha chuckled, tilting his glass and giving a half-shrug. "I did," he confessed sheepishly, but not at all ashamed of his actions. "Miroku ran down the dorm hall, completely naked, screaming after me."

Kagome shook her head. "I can honestly say I have never stolen my roommates clothes while they were in the shower. Or pulled any pranks on them, really."

"To be fair," he continued, signaling the bartender for another round. "He actually met his girlfriend that way."

"By running naked down the hallway?"

He nodded. "Knocked her down and stopped to apologize."

"Still want to leave the tab open?" Kouga interrupted.

"Yeah, that's fine." Inuyasha finished off his beer. "Another round of whiskey shots while you're at it."

Flashing Kagome a smile, Kouga took their empty glasses. "You're going to dry me out."

"It's still early," Kagome barbed playfully. "Your bar will last until midnight at the very least."

He chuckled, filling up their shot glasses and handing them another drink. "Oh, thanks. I was afraid I'd have to close up soon."

Leaving with a, "flag me down if you need me," Kouga wandered to the other end of the bar where a busty blonde waved at him.

Typical, Kagome thought sourly. On the one hand, she didn't like the way her thoughts were turning, considering she didn't really know Kouga, and hated grouping him in with the rest of the spineless male population she had become accustomed to - especially since he was a bartender and it was literally his job to tend to the needs of his customers. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel bitter about his attention leaving her. Maybe it was because she had so blatantly been deprived of it for so long, that her longing for companionship had been exacerbated ten-fold.

Taking a sip of beer - which she had switched to once they started doing shots - Kagome heard her phone buzz in her purse again; it had already gone off several times during her conversation with Inuyasha. She finally pulled it out and unlocked it, frowning at the array of messages popping up on her screen.

Inuyasha raised a brow at the irritable look that overcame her expression before Kagome sighed and locked her phone. She quickly downed her shot of whiskey, not even bothering to 'cheers' him.

"Everything okay?" Inuyasha questioned, against his better judgement. There was a reason people showed up by themselves at a bar on Friday nights - either to drown their sorrows in whiskey or to find company for a few fleeting, midnight hours.

Kagome pressed her lips together. She didn't come to the bar to talk about her problems. She wasn't some sad case that needed a therapist to pour her drinks. If anything, she wanted to forget about the emotional damage that had been inflicted earlier that day. Her heart had been broken, her ego bruised, and no matter how many times her friends had told her he wasn't worth it, their sympathies didn't make her feel any better.

But, alcohol had a funny habit of turning into truth serum, and she found herself spilling her guts before she could stop herself. "Just my ex-boyfriend - er, fiance - blowing up my phone."

Inuyasha chuckled. "Can't take a hint, huh?"

Kagome shrugged with a bitter smile. "I mean, he broke off the engagement. Not sure why he can't follow through with his decision."

She had expected sympathy, perhaps even empathy. That's what most people offered in a situation like this, when they didn't know what to say or how to react. But Kagome was caught off-guard by Inuyasha's next question.

"How long were you together?"

Kagome eyed him curiously, his honey gaze hiding a wealth of understanding. "Five years," she answered him, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Planned our life together, put a ring on it, and even booked the venue. But… I suppose he got cold feet a long time ago."

"His loss. What kind of bastard would put someone through that?"

She hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer. It wasn't in her best interest to start talking about the past now, and she would rather take the spotlight off of herself all together. "What about you?" she asked her barstool companion as she took another sip of beer. "Any lucky ladies in your life?"

Inuyasha chuckled mirthlessly. "Nah, not anymore."

Kagome arched a brow. "Dare I ask?"

"Not much to tell. Her career and ambitions drove a wedge between us, and she decided they were more important than me. Simple as that."

"Sounds high maintenance."

He grinned. "Something like that. I mean, she knew what she wanted and didn't care what stood in her way. Even me."

Kagome felt an ache beneath her breast for the man beside her. She knew the pain of rejection very well. "Put out in the rain just like a dog. Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, tilting her head.

He frowned at her choice of words, and Kagome knew she may have touched a nerve then, but the alcohol had stripped her of her filter apparently.

"Well, I guess we're all damaged somehow," he replied with a shrug.

She scrunched her nose. "That's a bit thoughtless."

"What can I say? Shit happens. Get over it."

And then Kagome suddenly remembered the arrogant, rude, condescending jerk she had met when she had sat down at the bar earlier in the night. She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you such an ass?"

Inuyasha smirked while bringing his beer to his lips. "You are what you eat?"

Kagome let loose a growl of frustration. She had only known him for a short time, but she had quickly learned that Inuyasha was the most infuriating human being on the planet! "Your immaturity is revolting," she stated matter-of-factly, waving down Kouga for another shot of whiskey. She was definitely not drunk enough to deal with the way the conversation had turned.

"I'm not known for my friendly disposition."

Kagome glared at the man sitting next to her. "Is it fun being a jerk to me? Does it satisfy you?"

Inuyasha chuckled. "Actually, it is pretty entertaining."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, Inuyasha. You can hide behind that fake bravado all you want, but I know you're just a big softie underneath."

"Keh," he grumbled, finishing off his beer.

Kagome threw him a glare. "What? No witty repartee?"

He set down his empty glass with a little more force than usual, grabbing Kagome's attention. "I know your type, wench," he snapped, his amber eyes boring into hers. "I know exactly the kind of person you are; all high and mighty, acting as if you're better than everyone else. You think you can show someone how great life can be and how fantastic it is if I would just try. Well, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but not everyone is worth saving, all right?"

His words left Kagome stunned into silence for a brief moment. How did their witty banter only a few minutes ago turn into this? This… This denied anger and unadulterated cynicism had Kagome reeling, her thoughts turning to what exactly had penetrated Inuyasha's life so completely that he had such a negative outlook on such.

She pursed her lips. "How much do you think you're worth?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Like twenty bucks. Or two twinkies." He grinned at his own comment, but Kagome didn't find it very funny.

If anything, Kagome felt pity for him. No matter how bleak her life became, she always managed to find the good in it. If a person couldn't do that… Well, that was a pretty sad way to live. "As much as I would love to hear you divulge all of your secrets, this is a great song and I feel like dancing."

"Look, wench," Inuyasha barked out, his anger palpable. "I'm not looking for your validation. I'm pretty fucking happy with my life of dirty pennies and whiskey bottles. We don't all need to be Barbie."

She looked over at him, the low dim of the bar lights shining off his silver hair, and found she could only nurse one wounded heart at a time. "I just wanted you to leave tonight and think the world is a little less horrible than you thought."

"Hey, pretty lady," Kouga greeted as he appeared at the perfect time with another shot of whiskey for her and a full beer, stealing her full attention away from Inuyasha.

Kagome immediately downed the shot and chased it with her beer, ready to forget half of the night and lose herself in the music pounding through the speakers. As the evening wore on, the bar became busier, and the DJ had started up a round of tunes that had half the customers on the dance floor.

Kouga watched her curiously, arching a brow. "You alright there?"

"Dance with me?" she called over the bass pounding through the speakers. Oh yes, it was now the time of the night in which she had no qualms for asking for what she wanted.

He chuckled and glanced over at the other bartenders who appeared to have things under control. "You can steal me for a few minutes."

Kagome grinned and giggled like a school girl, leaving Inuyasha behind without delay. Kouga met her at the end of the bar and took her hand in his as she pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Some upbeat dance music blasted through the speakers. Kagome moved and swayed through the bodies crowding near the DJ, the vibrations of the music becoming part of her energy, raising her up several levels at once. Gone were her heartbroken wallows and the biting arrogance of her barstool companion. Her mind buzzed with pure joy. She moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway, the black sequins catching the disco ball that twirled above, causing her to glitter on the dance floor.

Kouga pulled her close, his strong hand pressed against the small of her back, his chiseled chest pressed against hers. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and pulled it to the side, feeling the beat of the music pound with each beat of her heart. Bodies pressed in tighter all around them. Kagome felt the part of her that was really her come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let her body go free.

"You're beautiful," Kouga's voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

His lips looked soft and very kissable, and Kagome knew her decision-making skills were indeed hindered by the alcohol that buzzed through her veins. And then his attention was caught by something else, his royal blue eyes pulling from hers to the outskirts of the dance floor. He said something to her, attempting to shout above the music, but his words were swallowed up by the electric beat that kept her entranced.

Kagome felt his hands slip from around her waist and he disappeared into the crowd. She didn't bother to follow, her hands playing with her hair, her hips moving to the music as she lost herself within it. This was what her heartbroken soul had fiercely needed; a night to forget all the troubles of the day.

Large, meaty hands found her waist, but they were unfamiliar and too warm to the touch. Kagome felt a warm flush find her cheeks as she gazed up to meet a stranger's hazy stare. He pulled her in close - too close - and even in her alcohol-ridden mind, she felt mild panic begin like sparks in her abdomen.

She tried to push him away, first gently and then forcefully, pretending to laugh at his behavior. "Thanks for the dance, but I need some fresh air."

"C'me on, baby," he slurred, pulling her tighter to his sweaty frame, his hot breath rolling over her skin. "We just met. Let's dance s'me more."

Kagome frowned. "I said no." Before she could stomp on his foot and fight her way out of the throng of dancers, the man was forcefully pulled away from her. They became separated by another man, one with very familiar silver hair who had his back to her. She didn't hear the words exchanged, but whatever was said was enough to send the man scampering off to the other side of the bar.

Inuyasha turned around, his piercing honey eyes studying her expression, before his hand gently wrapped around her waist. His grip on her wasn't strong like Kouga's, or possessive like the stranger. Inuyasha's hand was warm against the small of her back, and the anxiety she felt moments ago melted away.

"You okay?" he asked, swaying his hips in tune with hers as they continued to dance to the beat of the music.

She grinned up at him. "Were you worried about me, jerk?"

"Keh," he grumbled, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I despise you more than any other human I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're loud and wild and apparently have no sense of self-preservation. You also act like you have the mental capacity of a five year old."

"Are you flirting with me?" she barbed in return.

"Maybe."

His hand found the back of her neck, his fingers finding purchase in her hair, his hips grinding against hers. Warmth pooled into the pit of her stomach, his breath caressing her skin, and she moved her lips to find his.

Kagome barely had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of beer being exchanged between their billowing breaths. Her arm reached up and tangled around his strong neck. She pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, letting a moan escape in the contact of body heat against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

She could nearly taste the slight bitterness of the beer as it rolled off her tongue and seeped down her throat with every push of his tongue against hers. The kiss coupled with the beer and whiskey humming through her system obliterated every thought. For the first time that day, her mind was locked into the present. Her usual concerns for her life were suspended, and she had no wish for the kiss to end.

But as the music changed, they pulled apart. Inuyasha's skin shimmered with sweat and his amber eyes flecked with gold held her gaze. The beat of the music consumed them under the crazy neon lights, and Kagome felt alive during a night that was still so young.

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❛ YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE ❜

✨ REQUEST: hermanikiiiiiii i wanted to request you the prompt number 1 with coco cruz!!thank you, love you muchisisimoooooo💕💕

✨ PROMPTS: “Wait, you love me? Like Garfield loves Lasagna?”

✨ MADE BY: Juls.

Gif credit: to my lovely @supervalcsi.

WORDS: about 2k.

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When you heard that Coco had been shot, your heart suddenly stopped. It was four days ago in some kind of dog's fight, as Chuckie told you at the scrapyard. Bishop needed someone to take care of him while they were investigating what happened, so you offered yourself without doubting it.

Much to your regret, you are only two good friends, even if you feel more things that you can't explain, about which you haven't talked with anyone. And thanks to your work in the hospital, you managed a room only for him, so he could rest as much as he wanted, as much as he needed. But your back hurts like hell after being sleeping on the sofa, close to the bed, just to make sure that you were able to attend to all his necessities for minimal they were.

These days there, you have learned a lot about him, about his curiosities, about his fears; spending his time awake talking with you to keep his mind entertained, to not think about the pain in his lower abdomen. Your mates took the bullet in a jiffy, but, normally, the sorrow remains for a couple of weeks. Luckily, he only complained when the hour of the next turn of medicines was close.

You have tried to not think about your feelings the time you were in the hospital, but it was impossible. All you wanted to do was to lie by his side on the bed, embrace him between your arms and kiss him, having to conform yourself with holding his hand and resting your cheek on the mattress. Your eyes have never left his eyes, not even when he was sleeping, on alert in case of an unforeseen because of pain, or an infection, or God who knows. You were really paranoid.

“You ready?”

Coco glared at you, slightly tilting his head. You had asked the same question five times in the last two minutes. Offering him a hand to secure himself, the mexican put down from the hospital bed, ready to leave and go home. Angel and Gilly had cleaned his house, even if you insisted to Bishop that you could do it. But he asked you back to stay with him till the next morning, so he wouldn't stay the night alone until they came back from the other side of the border.

Two knocks in the opened door brought you back to reality from your own thoughts, in the meantime that you helped Coco to wear his leather kutte. Directing your tired eyes to the entrance of the room, you found three Vicki's girls, happily waving their hands. Raising an eyebrow confused and your lips pressed, they came in without asking.

“Papi, we've missed you”. The latin and playful tone of voice from Mariela, as she swung her hips to your friend, gave you shivers.

In just one sight, your presence was pushed to the background. These girls hadn't even called to ask about his state of health and, now, they were there as if they did all the work you did —delighted, of course. Trying to keep calm, you put Coco's clothes into his bag, zipping it when everything is ready.

“No te preocupes, we take care of him now”. Carolina sentenced with contempt and superiority, grabbing his stuff ready to abandon the hospital.

“Yeah, mami. Go home and rest”. His words hurt. More than a bullet.

Preferring their company besides yours let you know that he hadn't taken in count what you did. And yes, you did it because you wanted, but you also thought that maybe could mean a step ahead. But it wasn't. Not saying a word, doing anything but a simple nod with your chin, you grabbed your bag to step out from there. Ashamed. Feeling stupid.

Two weeks have passed and Coco has come back to the clubhouse. This time you have been doing extra shifts to compensate for your lost days taking care of him, almost walking like a zombie from home to work, and from work to home. So, when Bishop invites you to a party in his honor, you decline it. You are too tired physically to assist and tired mentally for foolishness. What is the point of going to a party to see Coco having fun with those bitches? You have had enough after two weeks without receiving a single text to thank you or to know how you are. He hasn't even cared about the fact that you haven't shown up in the club for two weeks. That's the little he thinks in your friendship.

Zapping from one channel to another, you try to find something to watch. A movie, a tv show, whatever that helps to distract your mind, while you enjoy thai noodles with beef. Finally finding an action movie, you cover yourself with a cozy blanket, grabbing the cardboard box to start your dinner. The ringtone of your phone interrupts your calm, with Coco's name on the screen. At first, you don't want to answer, but he continues insisting for more than three long minutes. Hanging up and calling again. With a furious growl installed in your throat, you leave over the table your dinner to grab your phone.

“The fuck means you aren' comen'?”

He doesn't even let you say hi or how are you.

“It means that I'm tired and I have to work at five”.

“I don' think one damn beer reverses your sleeping schedule, Yo' Grace”.

“Fuck you, Jonathan. I've been working double shifts to cover the hours I was taking care of you in th—”.

“Nobody asked you to do it”.

Eyes widened and your heart racing. You can't believe he just said that.

“Yeah, nobody did. But your hermanos preferred to be on the other side of the border. Your putas preferred to be partying and sucking dicks in Vicki's. And your mamá sent me pal' carajo when I called to tell her what happened. I did it because I was your friend. Because I cared about you. Because seeing you there with… all those tubes was killing me. That shit continues giving me nightmares every fucking night. But you shit on that. You kicked me as soon as your putas came to the hospital”. You don't know when you have started to cry, more than because of the rage than because of the sadness. “I'm sorry if I'm too tired to drink a fucking beer, but my job is more important than a person who doesn't give a shit about me, who hasn't called or text me in two weeks, who only wants my company when no one else is around. Have fun in your damn party and fuck all those whores to thank them for picking you up from the hospital, but didn't care about how you were after being shot”.

Hanging up, you toss the phone somewhere on the table, wrapping your body with the blanket and lying down on the sofa. Trying to contain the tears, the only thing you earn is to cry bitterness. You can't understand why he only has noticed your absence at the party. What has changed? Probably it was his egocentrism working, wanting to be surrounded by a lot of people, not caring if they're his friends or not. But you're done being his lapdog.

About to fall asleep, the angry hits in the main door make you suddenly wake up agitated.

“Open up!”

The rage is consuming you again after hearing the strong mexican accent, taking three long strides towards it to receive him with your reddened crystal eyes.

“What the fuck 'you want now? Haven't you had enough beating myself up?”

“You're fuckin' dramatic”. He spits in your face, stopping with a foot the slam to his about to close the door again. “I didn't talk to you because you were working, bu' you didn't talk to me either”.

“Yeah, because you were served with your bitches. Go fuck yourself, Jonathan”.

“Don' call me like that again”. Coco grunts taking a step into your house. “You had to work, they came to cover your back”.

“Oh, please, don't make me laugh. They just wanted to have the credits of taking care of you, so you will expend more money with them. That's the only thing they care about you. Wake up from your world of fantasy, Coco. If you weren't part of the MC, you wouldn't be a shit for them; just another fucking soldier with a broken home”. You can't help but push his chest with both hands, driven by anger.

At first, he doesn't say anything. He looks thoughtful, being aware of the truth in your words. And it hurts that you have to be the one to open his eyes. The problem is that you weren't thinking while talking, pulling your gaze away from him and pressing your trembling lips, one against the other.

“I'm sorry”. You babble, cleaning your tears with the back of your left hand. “I didn't mea—”.

“But you said so”. Coco interrupts you with a husky tone of voice, bristling every inch of skin of your anatomy. “That's wha' I am without my kutte. An ex-soldier, a criminal, an outlaw. I spend my money on them because they take care of me, one way or another”.

“I did it too”.

“So, what? What you want? Money? Tell me an amount”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but chuckle with a painful and bitter laugh.

“I did it because I love you, not because I want your money”. You confess, knowing there's no going back. “I don't care about your money, nor your job, nor about your kutte. I love you because you make me happy. After all, for me, there's nothing better than a hug of yours, because you… you are simply amazing. You're intelligent, funny, loyal. And I wish that you could see yourself through my eyes, Coco”.

He, not saying anything, is killing you slowly. Barely breathing, you cross your arms over your chest to hide the fact that your lungs aren't receiving any air.

“I thought that after being shot, you realized you only live once. And that… after being those… boring days with me, you realized that you preferred the company of these other girls. The funny part of being alive. So I just pulled myself away”. Taking a small pause, you bow down your head, cleaning your tears again. “These weeks have been torture. I've written you a lot of texts that I haven't sent… and I've been a lot of times about to call you. But 'you know that… feeling when you think... the other person is not gonna answer you, because maybe is too busy for you? That shit has been destroying me”.

Hoping that Coco finally is going to speak, he remains silent. Looking at you openmouthed, processing all the information you have just give him.

“Can you, ple—please, say something?” You beg almost shaking.

“Wait, you… love me? Like… Garfield loves lasagna?”

Raising your eyes, pouting at him, you know that he's trying to make you laugh after understanding all the pain you have been through. Lonely. Without talking about it with anyone.

“I'm sorry, mami… I just… fuck”.

Cupping your cheeks onto his hands, Coco slams his lips on yours, tasting the salty tears you have shed because of him. The sloppy kisses bring some more air to your lungs, calming your racing pulse and making you feel less unhappy. As your fingers get intertwined in his shirt, crinkling under your grip, he urges you to walk backward so he can close the main door with a kick.

“God knows I'm so fuckin' sorry… Please, forgive me”. Coco's whispers brush your lips, keeping his eyes closed just like yours. “I'm gonna take care of you now, okay?”.

Nodding in silence, you place your arms around his middle back, hiding your face into his chest. His strong scent brings you back to life, while his arms wrap you tightly to comfort all the pain he has provoked you without knowing it.

“I just want you, ma'. No one else. Just you”.

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