Pressure Due To Age (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

Reblog if you’ve ever imagined yourself being interviewed with the avengers cast as if you were apart of the movie

I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)

Hi yes pls write the marauders taking care of a girl after she’s slipped into sub space I’ll give you all my money✨✨✨✨

“Hi, baby,” James murmurs, attempting desperately to meet your wandering gaze. 

“Hi.” You chirp fidgeting anxiously with the fingers in your lap, specifically Remus’ as your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Was I good? Good for you?” 

“So good, angel. So good.” Sirius croons from behind you, pulling a pair of boxers over his hips as he saddles up behind you. “Took us so well, yeah?” 

You shake your head, releasing your hold on Remus’ appendage before your fingers travel up, tugging anxiously at your hair as a lethargic haze shrowds your line of vision and lulls you forward until you’re all but collapsing into James’ embrace. “Just a little toy...” You whisper in your inebriated state, malleable in James’ hold as he pulls you from the mattress. “Just a little plaything...” 

“No, you’re not, kitten. You’re so much more than that, hmm? You’re our darling y/n. Come back to us. Come back fo’ me.” James reminds you, Remus darting to the bathroom to draw a warm bath for your aching limbs. 

Languid tears dance on the precipice of your eyelids, and you fall forward, forehead smearing against James’ clavicle. “No ‘m not! Just a little cock slut. N-Nothing more...” You pause for a few seconds. “I did good, right? I did good, right daddy?” You turn your head to catch Sirius’ gaze. 

“‘M not daddy anymore, poppet. S’just me. S’just Sirius.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over the apple of your red-tainted cheeks, lips curling into a pout at your blissful nature. 

“Daddy..” You babble, watching as Remus returns from his trip to the bathroom to hook his hands under your armpits and pull you up into his embrace. “Mooonnyyyyyy.......” You sing with laughter, curling your arms around his neck as your head lolls against his muscled shoulder. 

Chuckles rumble from the base of your captor’s chest as he dips down, gently placing you in the porcelain basin and crouching down beside you. James enters right behind him, dipping down to sponge his lips across your brow. Warm water is still spilling from the faucet, splashing against your heated limbs and pulling feeble cries from your lips. 

“S’too much!” You sob out as the water laps at your overused cunt, and you’re bounding up on trembling legs, attempting (albeit not very well) to escape. 

“Shh...” Sirius soothes from behind you, hooking his forearms under your arms once again after he’s slipped off his boxers for the second time that night, and he’s stepping in after you, slipping under your body and seating you across his muscled thighs. 

“That’s a good girl..” James praises from his position at the side of the tub, cupping water in his large palm and pouring it over your perspiring hairline. Sirius smooths his own palms over the expanse of your thighs, careful to avoid your oversensitive bundle of nerves as he tries to pull you back to reality. 

Remus leaves quietly, only to return moments later with a warm cup of hot cocoa that he manages to coax past your swollen, parted lips. 

You’re still babbling incessantly about being the good girl you’ve aspired to be five minutes after, but the boys soothe your woes with gentle kisses along your hairline, and you grow accustomed to the warmth that sinks into your feeble bones. 

“Sirius?” You murmur after a few moments of silence, head dropping back so you can meet his gaze. You’re coming back, that much he can tell. 

“Yes, angel?” His voice is soft as to not disturb the air of bliss that has settled over the four of you. 

“Was I good?” 

“So good, darling.” Remus is the one who answers for his friend, massaging circles into the palm of your hand before he presses his lips against your knuckles. “Best I ever had.” 

He’s not lying. 

You nod, eyes slipping shut as the water begins to cool. Before Sirius can even attempt to get out, James realizes you’ve succumbed to your exhaustion (thankfully) and he bends down to pull you from the tub.

He wraps you up in the fluffiest towel he can find, bringing you back to their dormitory to then dress you up in some spare pieces of clothing he found in his trunk. 

They make sure you’re comfortable in Sirius’ bed as he slides in beside you, curling you into his chest as they all find their own mattress and fall asleep themselves. 

Don’t worry, they make sure to take turns with which bed you sleep in.

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being human / s. stilinksi

pairing: stiles stilinksi x reader

summary: stiles is in love with y/n, but she has a bit of a problem owning up to the truth. what will she reveal to him once he finds her all beaten at his door?

warnings: violence, blood, like a lil bit of angst, pain

gif not mine !

you would say it’s impossible to lie to stiles. like times where you would steal food or clothes from stiles and he knew but didn’t say anything, only because he found it cute.

but when you lied about the reason why you showed up to his house all beaten to a pulp and covered head to toe in blood and bruises, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

“y/n!,” he opened the door with the rain falling around you as he saw the horrific sight of your beaten down body. “what the hell happened to you?!” he yelled out to you as he grabbed onto your sore body and pulled you in.

you chuckle softly but only to wince in pain seconds later. “oh you know the usual, fed my gremlin at 12 am.” you joked, trying to uplift some of the tension and concern stiles had gathered up.

“are you serious right now?!” he argued with you as he picked you up. “god you are covered in blood...” he whispered to you as he carried you up the stairs towards his room.

he placed your wet body onto his sheets and you groan in pain as you felt parts of your body ache. you clutched onto your calf in terrible pain shot up through your body.

stiles noticed this sudden action and quickly examined your leg. he rolled up the leggings you had on to reveal a big and deep gash on your leg.

“what’s the prognosis doc?” you grumbled as you panted trying not to completely pass out.

“god,” stiles started as he winced in disgust himself. he’s stitched up people and seen a lot of crime scenes but seeing his best friend and girl he’s in love with in pain was ten times worse. “i think you might have to go to an actual doctor y/n.” he looked up from the wound and to your face.

“i-i really didn’t want to trouble you as is stiles.” you gnaw on your lip as you try to control yourself. “i don’t want you to worry about it too much.” you sat up as you gritted your teeth.

“no way in hell i’m letting you out of my sight now.” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder slightly placing you back down on his bed. “stay here, i’ll get some supplies god knows how many times i needed to stitch myself up, takes a lot being the human friend in a wolf pack.” he smirked towards you as you let out a chuckle as he stood up and went towards his bathroom.

while stiles was in the bathroom, you examined the familiar room as you noticed certain changes he had done around. but the one thing that didn’t change, the frames of photos of the trio. we were children and befriended each other to comfort ourselves at times of need and it just brought us closer. you smiled when you noticed it.

you sat up and hissed at the pain slightly. stiles entered the room with the first aid kit and sat beside you yet again. “alright let’s see what i can do.” he whispered slightly.

you ignore the stinging pain as stiles poured the alcohol onto the wound. you looked at stiles and smiled as you saw how focused he was at the opened wound. he began the sterilization of the needle and focusing on stitching the opened wound in front of him.

stiles beautiful face was now concentrated on sewing shut the wound you have caused. but it was so funny looking at him all serious, it wasn’t your first time seeing him all tough but you didn’t mind it. you liked stiles bell you would even say you loved him. but of course you kept to yourself about your emotions because you knew he had that infatuation with lydia.

you barely noticed the needle and string once stiles finished. you were so caught up in your mind, you didn’t even see that stiles was finished. he covered the newly stitched wound with some gauze and rolled on some bandages to keep it in place.

“tomorrow in the morning, i’m taking you to the doctor,” stiles tucked in the loose end of the bandage and looked up. “but for now, let’s get you to bed.” he sighed.

you admired the wrapped calf and was impressed about stiles’s skills. you look at your pants and shirt and realize that you’re still completely soaked in rain and blood.

“here’s a shirt for you, you can change in the bathroom if you’d like,” stiles placed down the black cotton tee on the bed. he looked at you as you scrambled out of bed to get the shirt and stand up. “before you go, i wanna ask. why were you all beaten up in the first place?” stiles raised a brow as you winced at that. you honestly didn’t want to say why you were all bloody.

“uhm i just fell down a... hill.” you lied. you tried to turn away from stiles, trying to end this conversation before it escalated any further. but instead stiles grabbed your wrist and turned you back around.

“y/n, listen to me. i don’t want you to be in trouble just tell me what happened,” stiles pleaded with you but you were so stubborn. “please, y/n i’m your best friend.” stiles begged again. ouch it kinda hurt.

“i c-cant tell you.” you simply said as you stepped back.

“why not? i won’t judge you or look at you any different if you tell me.” stiles just wanted to know you were safe and nothing bad happened to you. he knew you. or he thought he did.

you tried to say something but all you could do was stammer a little trying to answer him. stiles looked at you as he saw you were tearing up.

“y/n, you alright?” he whispered towards you. you wiped the tears from frustration. you wanted to tell him but didn’t want to ruin anything.

“i have to go.” you suddenly answered and ran down the stairs. you heard your name being called as you ran with a injured leg. you felt your whole body suffer a bit as you pushed yourself to run. you felt blood gush out of the newly sewn shut wound. you felt like fainting as you opened the door to the rain and ran to the middle of the road.

you felt a hand grab your wrist as stiles pulled you towards his own body. you crash into his chest as you heaved heavily looking and admiring his features.

“y/n, are you crazy?!” stiles scolded you as you just stared at him.

“a little bit.” you smirked slightly. you felt your heart beat faster in his hold, you noticed his eyes wandering yours as well. you snapped out of your trance when you remembered lydia. you turned your back towards him and took a deep breath.

“will you tell me what’s wrong y/n?” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder.

you close your eyes and try to push words about to come out of your mouth instead, they come spilling out.

“you’ll never understand,” you barely whispered out. “to make a long story short, some sort of gang of girls decided to jump me.” you folded your arms over your chest.

stiles listened and tried to make sense of what’s happening. “did they say why?” he asked you. you nodded. “tell me please.” he stepped closer to you.

you turned around and you both were fully soaked in the rain as your hair was dripping wet. “w-well they did sort of uh... have a thing for you or something because they mainly based it around you...”‘you bit your lip in hesitation.

stiles face dropped and felt guilt build up in his stomach. “all because of me?” he murmured out.

“stiles, no it’s not that you don’t understand.” you argued.

“then what is it? because it’s quite clear that someone hurt you because of me!” he yelled out. you felt yourself get frustrated and you suddenly blurted it out.

“it’s cause i’m in love with you!”

you realized what you said you wanted to run off again but instead as you pulled away you were pulled back to him yet again. he grabbed your wet face and kissed you all so passionately.

you felt everything melt away as you felt like you finally started floating. you were getting dizzy dice to lack of oxygen and pulled away from the kiss. you both heaved as you placed each other’s foreheads on each other.

you smiled as you looked into his eyes. “i’m so in love with you stiles... i always have.”

“so have i.” he smiled as he pulled you back into the kiss.

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i’m not kidding when i say this has been in my drafts forever. i have so many assignments due but i don’t want to do them. hope y’all enjoy it’s a bit basic but hope you like it :)

Don’t Be Shy (Felix x Reader) || Part 1

Request: Could write something involving Felix x reader? Like they start out normally as friends, afterwards they kinda fall for each other (but both are kinda scared of such emotions so they grow apart for a while) and in the end, it ends up being all good and fine with some fluff.

Warnings: none 

Word count: 1865

(I am SO sorry this took so long! Hopefully, I’ll get the next part done quicker.)

Also posted on my A03: 

Felix made archery look easy. 

You watched as he pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocked it, drew, then released. The whole process took him three seconds at the most and his arrow only missed the centre of the target by no more than half an inch. 

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My theory for Steve’s time travel in Endgame

So I’m pretty sure almost everyone that watched Avengers Endgame had a problem with Steve’s time travel back to his life with Peggy and then his appearance as an old man sitting on the bench. 

Here is my theory on how it worked: 

For anyone who has watched the movie Sliding Doors, this will make sense. For anyone who has not, let me try and explain. 

So in the movie Sliding Doors, this woman misses a train and then an alternate timeline gets created where she didn’t miss the train. You then proceed to watch these two timelines play out together and at the end, one timeline “ends” (in a way I won’t explain for spoiler reasons) and the two timelines merge into one. (Hopefully this will all make more sense as I continue)

So when Steve travels back in time (Ignoring the issue that Steve wouldn’t leave Bucky) he created a different timeline where he didn’t get frozen and he stayed and grew old with Peggy. And there were essentially two Steve’s at the same time, just in different timelines. So while one Steve was getting frozen, then found again and then becoming a part of the Avengers in the films we know and love, the other Steve was growing old with Peggy. 

Then when Steve went back in time in Endgame the two realities would merge so Steve would turn up on the bench old. And because of time travel shit in the movies even before Endgame, there would’ve been an alternate timeline where Steve was growing old with Peggy. And because of the super serum Steve would’ve been able to live to the age of over one hundred. 

And similarly, when everyone went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, when they did go back in time they created alternate time lines, BUT when they went forward in time to get back to their present, the alternate timelines got “destroyed” or just ‘sped up’ to merge with their current timeline. 

So Steve still would’ve gone through the movies just the same and Steve wouldn’t have been related to Sharon in the ‘original’ time line, aka the time line we were shown by Marvel (which was a big problem of mine). 

I hope this makes sense and if you’re still confused about the alternate timelines go watch Sliding Doors and hopefully it will make more sense. 

If you have any questions feel free to comment down below or if you find any holes in my theory (but keep in mind it took me 45 minutes with my mums help to come up with this and give me peace, so maybe don’t overthink it)

hi gorgeous

I was wondering if you could write a poly marauders imagine where the reader feels insecure about her body, her stretch marks etc and the boys comfort her (can lead to smut but idk)

If you are comfortable with that off

I would be so so so grateful, thank you so much 🥺

+ Can i please request an imagine where the reader struggles with her body image? with marauders (can be platonic or poly relationship)

Includes: mentions of stretchmarks and insecurities, poly relationship.

The mirror reflected the thins stripes of white and purple that spread like lightning over your legs. After pushing around your flesh for the minutes you’ve been staring at them the area had become sensitive and worsened your insecurity.

You didn’t notice the tears until they fell off your chin and you stomped your foot almost childishly when pity was replaced with anger.

Why did I have to get these?

Why don’t they go away?

How do the boys even love me?

The boys!

You quickly realized that your boyfriends were gonna come barging into the room and you picked up a pair of sweatpants that laid on the bed. From the size of them you’d guess they were Remus’ and you rolled up the ends so you wouldn’t trip. You also changed your smaller t-shirt you’d been wearing during the day into one of James’ huge ones, all and all dwarfing you. But clothes too big was better than clothes too tight.

Sitting down by the desk in the corner of the room to make it look like you’d been studying. A pitter patter of footsteps neared the room and three laughing boys entered the room.

“Hello sweetheart” Sirius called out and put his bag by his dresser, placing a kiss on your head as he walked by you.

“Look at you, all cozied up”James said as he came up behind you and laid a hand on your shoulder, “look so pretty in my clothes”.

He leaned down and put his cheek by yours, looking over the paper you’d been trying to write, and pressed a couple of kisses on your shoulder. The comment stinged because you knew he was lying. He couldn’t think that.

“Think it’s time for bed” Remus said through a yawn as he pulled his shirt off.

You realized that you hadn’t said anything to them so you patted James’s hand and turned around.

“How did it go? With the map and all” you mumbled and looked over at Sirius who was standing in only his boxers next to a shirtless Remus.

Their bodies were glorious, Sirius on the slimmer side with dark tattoos decorating it. Remus had a little more muscle on him and delicate scars running through his skin. The ringing thought of not being enough only got louder as you looked at them.

“Went well, found a new passway that leads from the great hall to the garden” Remus gave you a soft smile as he saw your eyes glaze over slightly, thinking it’s an indication that you’re getting tired, “c’mere doll, ‘s bedtime”.

You stood up and let James hand fall off your shoulder and laid down on the bed as the boys finished up their bedtime routines. Sirius got into the bed on your left side, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist. The feeling almost burned that he wanted to touch you. James got in on Sirius’ left side, an old rule that the strongest gotta sleep closest to the door, and Remus laid down on your right side. He maneuvered his body so you rested your head on his chest.

“Don’t you wanna take off the sweats darling? Gonna get pretty warm” Sirius mumbled as he felt the thick material of your trousers.

You just shook your head and moved his hand and shut your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep before you got any more questions. But a shaky breath and a tear that hadn’t escaped from your waterline earlier fell onto Remus’ chest when you closed your eyes.

”Hey, what’s wrong love?” Remus whispered and inspected your face, wet lashes and a slight irritation in your eyes gave away that you had been crying, ”wanna tell us?”

As you realized your facade was breaking down a couple more tears fell down your cheeks and you sniffled into the comforter.

”Just feel.. ugly” you mumbled, speach slightly muffled by the fabric in front of your mouth, ”looked in the mirror and didn’t like it.. don’t deserve all of you”.

Sirius’ arm that was wrapped around you tightened and

“Darling, why would you ever think that? You are loved and beautiful, our everything” he muttered into your neck, placing a few kisses to try and prove his point.

“Is that why you’re wearing so much clothing to bed, to hide?” James whispered out, voice almost breaking as he tried to say it as gently as possible.

You let your head fall into another nod and Remus’ hands came up to your face to turn it toward him.

“You don’t have to hide, my love, I understand if it’ll make you more comfortable but we want to see as much of you as we can”.

You broke out into a small smile at Remus’ gentle and soft eyes and you turned your head so you could place a kiss onto his palm.

As you breathed in a breath of reassurance your hands went to the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, throwing them to the end of the bed. Sirius hand went down to your hip and he placed a few kisses along your side before letting a finger trace your stretchmarks.

“Looks like lightning” he whispered, mostly to himself, “‘s like on nights with thunderstorms when we watch movies”.

And you felt yourself relax a little more, albeit you didn’t suddenly think you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet, you felt calm to listen to your boy finding fascination in your body.

The Avengers and their reaction to Fanfiction

Avengers Headcanon

STEVE ROGERS

Is very, genuinely concerned about the future of this country

Refuses to even read a word of it

When Peter tells him it exists, he doesn’t believe it at first

“Surely you’re joking, right Parker?”

Peter is not

Steve is deeply disturbed that there are over a million fics about him

He scrolled through one by accident and was traumatized

It was most definitely smut

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Is deeply concerned too

Kinda just laughs it off though

Has only read one and will never do it again

She doesn’t really mind though

She likes the fact that people have different opinions on her other than being an assassin

BRUCE BANNER

Oh MAN

Poor lil bruce

Y’all stress him OUT

He sweats every time someone mentions the word

“PLS why are these kids so nasty?”

Takes off his glasses and runs his hands through his hair stressfully

“Jesus, this is awful,”

“IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE THEIR FATHER WHY DO THESE PEOPLE WANT ME TO RAIL THEM?!”

THOR ODINSON

Thor is amused

If anything, he’s deeply flattered really

“I am honored they’ve chosen me to fantasize about,”

He may not be strongest but he is the sexiest

“Aha, look at this. There’s over a million people that want the mighty Thor,”

Will definitely brag about it

TONY STARK

He’s actually read a few and let me tell you-

He can’t even believe that many people fantasize about him

“Jesus Christ, how many Jarvis?”

“There are over two million fanfictions involving Iron Man, sir,”

He actually gets on multiple platforms to leave feedback

“First of all, I would never do that and second of all, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG! I AM IN MY FOURTIES HAVE YOU EVEN GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL YET?!”

Tony is done with y’all

PETER PARKER

Absolutely wants to die on the spot every time someone mentions it

“You know Peter Parker x Reader is the most popular category, right?”

“And how do you know that Ned?”

He blushes bright red at some of the things y’all write about him

“Jesus Christ I’ve never even done that before!”

“oH MY GOD,”

Is probably traumatized

BUCKY BARNES

Don’t even get me started

The amount of shit he’s seen involving the words ‘choking’ and ‘metal arm’ have kept him up most nights

Is so disappointed in the new generations

“I went to war to fight for THIS SHIT?”

Bucky is so done with y’all

He read ONE smut, just ONE, and it was enough to make him log off the internet forever

“Nope. nope. I’m sticking to newspapers from now on. There’s something seriously wrong with Gen Z,”

Maze runner Reactions  ~ Your Beautiful singing ~

Minho: “Who is that, Ive never heard such a heavenly voice” *peers off into maze unsure if its a human or a trap

Bonus Headcannons  

- Minho would frequently hear your voice echoing through out the maze (lmao imagine hearing way)

- Minho has tried for years to try and track where that sound has been coming from.

- Minho has seen dreams of the girl he’s so longer to meet. Or well he believes its a girl at least

- Minho often wonders what your eyes would look like, what does your hair smell like or how soft is your skin.

- Minho is very eager to see, and if he could get that chance he would take it no matter what it takes.

- Minho dreams of having his head on your lap and being able to gaze up at you listening to your angelic voice.

- Minho hasn’t told anyone about your voice in the maze, part of him thinks it to good to be true. Such a beautiful being can not come from such a dark place.

- Other gladers have noticed that Minho has been day dreaming a lot and is more determined the ever to go into the maze.

- Minho likes to think your his light shining in the darkness he just hopes that your light doesn’t dim. He will find you one day and he hopes to be yours.

Newt: “Keep singing love, you always make all the pain go away.”

- Newt loves your voice, it reminds him of something he’s not sure what but its something he really loves.

- He could imagine your qualities being the same as his mothers. Something about you is so familiar

- He thinks you would make a beautiful wife and loving mother.

- But Newt is scared of losing you and he believes the biggest mistake is bringing more children into this corrupt world.

- Newt would always ask you to sing him to sleep.

- He likes your soft whispers in his ear, it makes him forget about everything.

- Your voice take him to a special place.

- He can see a valley of flowers varying in colours. You sitting down with a flower crown singing to the butterflies that fluttered.

- These are Newts dream’s, he wants to take you to this place. He wants to keep you safe and throw away this part of his life.

- Sometimes Newt looks up to you with glossy, sorrow filled eyes. It hurts but you understand so you both live it up whilst you two can.

Sorry guys but this gif was just to funny😂 we get it everyone wants Thomas

Thomas: “ You know your my sun shine Y/N..”

Headcannons

- Thomas would sometimes join in, he knows he’s bad singing but he wants to sing with you.

- Thomas isn’t actually that bad probs is the best out of the boys

- Thomas would sing you to sleep if your sick, tired and or can’t sing anymore.

- He would whisper into your ear and you would be able to feel his breath on your neck.

Thomas would always kiss your check before he finally goes to sleep.

- Sometimes you make Thomas cry with your voice and the things you sing about.

- The real reason he loves your voice so much is because he can feel your sorrow, pain, joy, love.

- He knows your real and appreciates it.

- Thomas will never forget you or your voice of hope. He singings with you to remind him of the memories, to hold onto them and cherish you.

- Thomas would hand these songs down to his children/generation.

- He wants your voice to live on in the glade.

Gally: “Your what  i need after a long hard day at work”

Headcannons

- Gally has a tough time putting up with everyone else, its not his fault its just who he was.

- Gally would crawl up to you in bed (i imagine as a keeper he gets to stay in the homestead), lye on your thighs kisses and them occasionally.

- He would let your voice relax his tired muscles, tense expression and allow his to slowly drift off to sleep.

- Gally loves it when your rack your fingers through his hair.

- Because of this Gally treats you like a queen. Your just so loving and kind to him. Not like any of the others.

- Gally would always tell you how gifted you are to be able to sooth everyones problems and make everyone feel special, loved and valued.

- You also taught Gally how to enjoy the present, stop worry about tomorrow and start living today.  

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Roaming Hands

Parings: Tom x Reader

Summary: You wake up early morning and need Tom

Warnings: Unprotected smut, dirty talk, small amount of anal stuff and talk of it

A/N: This is a request for @true-queen-of-mischief, hope you’re feeling better love. This can be read as a one shot, or as a sequel to Magic Hands. I have it linked next to the Masterlist

Word Count: 850

Masterlist | Magic Hands

You woke early in the morning and grabbed for your phone on the coffee table to check the time, it was only 3:39am. You tried to stretch out, but Tom’s grasp on you was too tight, you could barely move. You felt him stir behind you.

“What time is it love?” He asked; his voice thick with sleep.

“3:40 in the morning,” you yawned, covering your mouth as you spoke.

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