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xmy-love-to-youx · 8 months

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Night moves

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x reader

Summary: Leon convinced Y/N that her husband is not the man for her but Leon is

Warning: Smut, cheating, p in v, 18+ content

A/N: This is inspired by He doesn't love you by @strawberrywrites. Check her out, she's a cool writer :)

It was another day at the office, the sun shines through the windows in your office. It was a warm day so you decided that you'd wear a white button shirt with black pants and some heels.

You were a respected woman in your job, your the best at what you do and in being the best, you interact with the legends such as Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield and his sister Claire, Rebecca Chambers and lastly the blonde that brings chaos into your normal life, Leon Scott Kennedy.

You just can't seem to shake the guy off, his a force of nature. No rules apply to him, he walks into any room he wants, he just puts a smile on your face for what ever he chaos cooks up.

Speak of the devil, he marched into your office like he owns it. In his hands, he holds coffee. With a sigh you place down your pen.

"Good morning" he places the coffee down on your dark oak desk.

"Good morning Leon, your in early today. Is the world ending?" I joked and wrapped my hand around the coffee mug.

"Ha ha. Very funny" he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

He made himself at home and sat down, the sun light falls on his form. The light brings out his beautiful blue eyes, his blonde hair brightens, his stubble starts showing on his face.

"You free? I got two tickets to watch a movie, I asked Chris but he bailed out on me" he says.

"I'd love to Leon, really I do but I'm married and I can't go watch a movie with another man" I explain to him and took a sip of my coffee.

The sweet taste of coffee invades my taste buds and immediately boosted my energy.

"You know I hate it when men are stupid" he says, staring at his coffee.

"What?" I looked at him, confused.

"Your husband is cheating Y/N" he took his eyes off his coffee and looks me in the eyes.

My heart drops into my stomach. My mind rejects it. I don't want to believe it. You love him...

"Leon please. Don't. You can't bait me into sleeping with you" I said.

"I'm not baiting you. I'm telling you the truth. His cheating on you. With his assistant. Why do you think his barely at home?" Leon says.

When the words leaves Leon's lips, it made sense. It was always in front of you but you didn't acknowledge it, you always chose to believe that with his promotion, he became very busy and that work demands his attention.

You felt your world shatter around you, your heart beating in your ears but also breaking at the same time.

Warmth cups your hand and it brings you out to your trance. Leon had cupped your hand in worry.

"I..." tears streams down my cheeks.

"I know. I'm sorry" he slowly embraced you in his strong arms.

And just like that, the dam broke loose and I started crying uncontrollably. At that moment I felt like I died in his arms, the pain was too much to bare, like a part of me died. I guess a part of me died.

Leon held me in his arms and his heart broke to see me in so much pain. He couldn't let me in live in a loveless marriage but he isn't happy seeing me cry either. If he could take the pain away, he could.... Wait... He can.

He will.

"Y/N, look, you don't deserve this. You are the sweetest person I know. You're an angel actually. Leave him, divorce him, you deserve someone who will love you" Leon looks at me with the softest look.

For a moment, the pain flew away and I was trapped in a sweet moment. His blue eyes drank me in and warmed my heart. My heart wants to cry but my mind wants to leave my husband and go for Leon.

"Huh?" I looked at him with widened eyes.

"Divorce him and be with me. I'm better than him" Leon's hand gently wipes away my tears with his thumb.

My mind weighs out the opinions, the pros and cons of the situation. It's either my cheating husband or Leon. After some time, I finally came to a conclusion...

My mind races with thoughts with the speed of light. I stared in the mirror at myself. It's been a while since I've wore something revealing. Something sexy.

I feel confident.

I feel powerful.

I feel good.

A smile plays on my lips as I watch how my dress hugs my curves perfectly. My breast looks perfect in this dress, my hair is styled to perfection and complimented with make-up and some heels.

Excited blooms inside me, for once, I felt happy and free. With my hands behind my back, I thought about Leon might react to this. His hands roaming my body. His body rubbing against mine. I giggled like a school girl and covered my face.

"What are you wearing?" my husband demands from behind me.

I turned around and faced him. His eyes scans my body, lust evident in his eyes. He reached out to touch me but I pulled away before he could.

"No touching" I said, sternly.

"No touching? I'm your husband. I'm allowed to touch you" he says, stepping closer to me.

"Oh. Like you touch your assistant? I bet you two have a lot of fun while I suffer alone. Wishing my 'husband' was with me. It's over between us. I left the divorce papers on your desk, I want them signed immediately" without saying another word, I marched past him.

My heart beats in my ears and I felt a burden lift off me. I happily skipped to my car and got in, I drove away from the place I once called home, I drove away with a smile.

My night with Leon was perfect, full of laughter, smiles and comfort. Something I haven't felt in a while. He spoiled me by taking me to a fancy restaurant which we didn't stay long because it was too boring for him. Too quiet. We ended up grabbing a lot of food by McDonald's and watched the stars for a bit.

Which is how we ended up in his house, his on his back, on his bed with our lips trapped in a heated kiss. His hands on the back of my thighs and they slowly move upwards towards my ass, his hands felt so good on my skin. The rough pads of his fingers grips the soft flesh of my ass and it draws a moan out of me.

I slowly pulled my lips away from his and sat comfortably on his hips, my legs on both sides of him. He looked so beautiful under the moonlight, his cheeks has a slight blush, his lips swollen and slightly red from the kiss.

I slowly grind my clothed heat against him, the feeling was too good, it was like electricity moved through us. Leon moves us so that he hovers over me, his lips found my neck and assaulted my skin with kisses, his hips rolls against mine, his jeans rough against my sensitive skin and it feels so good.

It wasn't long until we discarded our clothes, I rolled us over and sat on his hips once again. His hard cock pokes my entrance and I slowly sunk down onto him. A moan leaves our lips, his stretching me so good and touching places I never knew existed.

Leon props himself onto his elbows and watches as I sink onto his cock, his eyes explodes with lust as he watches my pussy take his cock so well.

I started rolling my hips, riding him. I placed my hands on his chest and started with a steady and slow pace. Leon watched as I fucked myself with his cock deep inside me, his eyes watched as my face twisted with pleasure and it feeds his ego. No words were exchanged, I was enjoying the feeling of him inside me. I was too focused on the pleasure than trying to form words.

Leon rolled us over and spreads my legs wider, the light falls onto the place where we connect and seeing his cock covered in my essence ignited a fire inside him. His hips slams into mine, knocking the air out of my lungs, something between a wheeze and moan leaves my lips.

A string of curse words leaves his hips and he aims to drill deeper into me, the head of his cock kisses my cervix and I moan Leon's name. My fingernails dig into his skin and it drives him crazy.

The room echoed the wet sounds coming from my pussy, Leon leans closer to me, bringing his lips to my ear.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I bet your husband's small dick couldn't make you feel this good. I'm better than him. I'm gonna make you mine" his voice deep, primal. A growl leaves his lips.

My gummy walls grips him tightly and a knit forms in my stomach. His cock twitches inside me and fuck it felt good.

"So fucking tight. If you keep squeezing me like that, I'm gonna cum" he growls lowly in my ear.

His voice, the way his slamming into me, his cock knocking against my cervix was too much for me to handle.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and clinged to him like my life depended on him. My orgasm took me by surprise and washed over me, my vision nearly turning black and all sound blurs out and sound distant. I was on cloud 9, I felt so good and what brought me down was the feeling of his thick white ropes shooting into me. It was so warm and it filled me up.

A gasp leaves my lips, everything felt so good. I've never had such intense sex before and I'm glad I got to experience it with Leon. My body felt heavy, Leon gathers me into his arms and lays down next to me.

His arm wrapped around me while the other, his hand, runs through my hand. No words were exchanged but I can feel the love radiating off him and it was nice.

The months flew by fast, my ex-husband regrets cheating and texts me every now and then, begging for me to return home, for us to start over but it's too late. Leon already claimed me, he is everything my ex wasn't and that's evident with the love that grows inside me every day.

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#leon kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy smut #Smut #resident evil #Leon Scott Kennedy x reader

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respectthepetty · 7 months

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Naughty Babe, who is Le Ling?!

I watched the Naughty Babe finale and had no idea who Le Ling was; therefore, I have to be annoyingly cringe about it, but before I begin, let me just say that Max looked delicious the entire eight episodes.

But also, this Daddy did too! And I'm not talking about Aon. No! Yi's father has been looking like an entire five-course meal every single time he appeared on the screen. This is the type of father that if your partner was acting up, forget about effing the friends. EFF THE DADDY! Sir, why are you looking so scrumdiliumcious? Is it all that money? Or is it the power? Perhaps it's you in red. Rawr!

Hand over heart, this entire family could get it. Mom included.

I gotta focus! The kids were in the playroom planning shenanigans.

This is a boy who gets it. I've always loved that his name is Syn because he sins but prays about it. Repents while he is doing it but still does it. Makes his sinful peeps pray too for good measure. We're not going to hell on his watch!

Lian not stopping Diao is funny because all throughout Cutie Pie, Yi would call Lian and be like, "your boy's at the club, but I'm only here to collect my man who I have 24-hour surveillance on, so sucks to be your trusting ass, but I'm built different, so I hope you get to your man on time before some serious shit goes down. Toodles!" These two are the pettiest friends, and I love my ghost ship.

POPPY! Where were you all season?! Hopefully filming Love Puzzle, so I can see you kiss a homie, but I was glad to see the secretaries in love and as chaotic as ever . . . in red.

Look at that face! That is a man trying to get all these heathens into the next life, YET THEY WON'T WORK WITH HIM! I guess the honeymoon will be in hell, Nuer!

This dog looked adorable, in red. So glad Domundi switched it out from the Cutie Pie dog. A+ casting choice.

This boat showing up was unnecessary! Was this supposed to be a rainbow moment because a high speed boat thingy coming out of nowhere was not the move?!

This blue color was even depressing Diao out. Get some yellow or orange back on my boy's body, NOW!

Look how vibrant that red ring box looked! LOOK AT IT! The ring looked really pretty with that red watch Diao was sporting too.

Red and white rose petals? They wasn't even married yet. Save them for the actual ceremony. Wasting expensive confetti. And the kissing too. Didn't have sex all this time, now they can't stop. Geesh!

I know this is tied into Chinese tradition and Yi's family being Chinese, but YI IS A RED RASCAL!

And leading up to this wedding, there had been so much blue to represent Diao's family being the hindrance to their love, and now this entire wedding was red to represent Yi and his family and Diao becoming a part of his family, and

Y'ALL CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING!

Then to have the gold dragons which represent Yi's family but are also Diao's color.

Y'ALL CAN'T TELL ME SHIT!

I'm in heaven. I do not care what the plot was. I do not care about the fake amnesia. I do not care about how the dog attack turned into a tiger attack. NO ME IMPORTA! Diao called out his father in front of all those rich ass people and God while wearing his man's color, and I'm living for it!

Kuea is a Red Rascal too, and I appreciated this public service announcement.

Diao sucked his thumb (😑), then they fucked, yet my color demon eyes only saw red candles. Thank you, props department!

Makorn asking if Diao wants a new husband (yes, sir. YOU!) while Yi wore red with that product placement red drink . . . *Mwah!* This blue table cloth gotta go though!

Red over Diao's heart, but that damn blue is still there! Diao, where is your yellow and orange, my man?! DONDE?! Oh yeah, they have kids with little rainbow toys. Good for them.

Hold on, was I supposed to remember this little girl? Diao was talking about her like I should know her. Who dafuq Le Ling?

Even this baby was confused. Who is this chick? Girl, for reals, who is you?! This feels like Buffy the Vampire Slayer's fifth season when Dawn was introduced. Like I KNOW I ain't seen this chica before.

Well . . . she's part of the family now, so good for her.

All in all, YI IS A RED RASCAL, and marriage equality will come to Thailand no later than 2026.

And same-sex partners will legally be able to adopt by 2029.

Naughty Babe, Cutie Pie, and Domundi said it with their full chest, and Apollo is gonna cosign it with his bouncy red ball because Red Rascals may not like each other, but they love to cause havoc when least expected, so . . . fuck it up, sis!

Amen.

#naughty babe the series #yi is a RED RASCAL #and Apollo is coming for Thailand #episode 8 #I loved this show and I loved the finale #give me more please!#the colors mean things #color coded boys in love #the color exchange #marriage equality 2026?#apollo get on it!

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fountainpenguin · 1 month

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Your fic "Shut Up and Fish" got me thinking... are you implying that Grian's snail is a spark?

"Shut Up and Fish"

"That's hard," Grian concedes, not looking up. The pink snail's watching, its tail patting the dirt. Grian cradles the turquoise snail's limp eyestalk in his hand. Snails are tricky creatures… They don't signal their injuries with the crook of their tails like dogs do, and they're not immune to fall damage like cats. Gingerly, easily, he brings the snail's neck to his chest and gives it a little hug. He makes a little noise. This world is beautiful if you know where to look. "Please," begs the voice in the wrinkles of his damp and dripping clothes. "You'd be a better dad to Tim. You'd be a better husband- I want what YOU have… That's MY life. Give me back my body!" Grian ignores this, peppering sloppy kisses on the snail's sweet head. It nudges into him, cuddly and sloppy and alive. Beautiful, sparked son of a thing. He'll tell Grumbot sometime, but Grumbot might not love to know he's got a snail for a younger brother now. And he laughs again, because it's stupid. It's just… It's really stupid. But he nuzzles the snail and the snail nuzzles back, and the voice in his head wails and scratches at him in the strain of Gem's boat anchor against the pebbles and sand.

In the Pixels Imperfect canon, a creature or build that is portrayed as having sentience beyond that of its basic mob AI (if applicable) needs an AI spark. Grumbot and Jrumbot are perfect examples of "portrayed as sentient" vs. "offhand joke about the build being a child, but not followed through with." Jrumbot is a non-sentient build and Grumbot is a sentient one.

Grian's snail is played as sentient - Grian even makes a huge deal about Scar "not playing the game right and making the snails do things they wouldn't do" - so in the Pixels canon, the snail is a sparked build.

Sparks don't have to be perceived as offspring- they simply embody whatever the intended roleplay was. Grumbot initially referred to Grian and Mumbo as Creator 1 and Creator 2 in Hermitcraft canon, then swapped to addressing them as dads after a certain point (to their surprise), which underscores the idea that in-universe, he is sentient and making his own decisions.

That said, Grian considers the snail his biological son, yes. His baby boy who does crime.

I have some news about Box from Double Life, wheeze...... BigB made it VERY clear in canon that Box is sentient enough to "say its first word," and Ren jumped up and down all giddy exclaiming that he was "such a proud papa," confirming that he sees it as his child.

When they're in couple's therapy, BigB explains that he "knew Ren would like it if Box had a hand so it could reach out and give him a hug." Also, special spotlight on BigB bragging about how "Box is going to need to find a soulmate" because that's so funny. I like how after BigB goes red, he invites Martyn to Box, he says "We look forward to seeing you. That's 'we' as in me and Box."

Shout-out to Martyn and Cleo getting "We will take care of Box in your absence" signed and agreed by Ren and BigB "by law and by will." Sorry you two are horribly broken up, but congrats on ur giant son. They will not nurture it, but they will definitely look at it and go "... Huh."

Guess who has one thumb, canonically wears a monocle and walks around looking like it's been "punched in the face," is technically in the Clocker family tree via Martyn, rocks he/it pronouns, and is heir apparent to Dogwarts in the Neighborhood Watch AU.

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teaberrii · 1 year

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Chapter Fifteen: The Forum

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

When your alarm goes off that morning, Alhaitham and Childe are the first to pop into your mind. Did Childe turn back? Is he okay? Did Alhaitham learn anything new about the curse? You've just finished getting dressed when you hear a loud knock at your door. Once you open it, you see Childe and Alhaitham. Childe's wearing Alhaitham's clothes and seeing him in an aesthetic different from his usual colourful style is a little strange. Alhaitham, on the other hand, looks fine as always.

“Mornin', Ms. Cat Collector."

“Very funny,” you deadpan, letting the men inside. Then, you and Childe give each other a quick hug. “Glad you’re back.”

“Well, I was under good care.”

You look from Childe to your boyfriend. Then, with a slight smile, you say, “I guess you two bonded last night.”

Childe puts a hand over his heart. “It was an emotional moment."

“I told him everything we know so far,” Alhaitham says in his usual calm voice.

You nod and turn to Childe. “Did you talk to Lumine?”

“I sent her a text this morning."

“So… what happened yesterday night?”

“Beats me.” Childe sighs. “I told your CEO boyfriend I was talking with my mom when it happened.”

You glance at Alhaitham, who subtly shakes his head. Guess he didn’t find out what the conversation was about.

“...DId you call your mom back?” you ask. “She called you multiple times yesterday night, didn’t she?”

“It’s nothing important,” Childe says, not looking at you. “Don’t worry about it.” Then, in a cheerier tone, “So, shall we head to work?”

You raise a brow. “Someone's eager.”

“Well, it’s not every day you get a ride with the CEO.”

A short while later, you, Alhaitham, and Childe are in the lobby and are joined by Alhaitham's secretary. As you make your way to the car, you can't ignore this feeling that you're being watched. You stop and turn around, but there's no one in sight.

“Is something wrong?” Alhaitham asks.

"...I think we were being watched." Then, as Alhaitham subtly looks around, you say, "Maybe I'm imagining things."

“Hey!” Childe calls from the car. “What’s the holdup?”

Alhaitham follows you toward the car, occasionally looking over his shoulder. Yet, he sees nothing out of the ordinary.

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Lumine is finishing her design assignment when Childe's message from this morning comes back to haunt her: Sorry, Lulu. I was caught up with something yesterday.

She'd asked if everything was fine. When the only reply she got was a smiley emoji and a thumbs-up, she didn't reply. It's not like he told her what was happening, so she has nothing to say. Lumine remembers what you told her over the phone yesterday night. Childe wouldn't treat someone he's interested in the same as everyone else. Well, Lumine doesn't feel any different from everyone else. She doesn't feel that much different from… you.

Over the years, she'd seen how close you and Childe got. She was sure that Childe had a crush on you, but he would deny it every time she'd asked. While that doesn't matter anymore, Lumine wonders why Childe bothers still hanging out with her when he's already in the workforce. She's a poor graduate student working part-time. There are so many sophisticated women out there.

“Should I be surprised you’re still reading in the same spot where we first met, Lumine?”

She quickly turns around at the familiar male voice. “Kaeya?” Her senior smiles at her, and she smiles back. “What in the world are you doing here?”

Kaeya was in his last year when Lumine entered her first year of graduate school, and they met in this campus library. They both wanted the same book, and he eventually let her have it first.

“I’m here for a seminar.” Kaeya sits in front of her. “I thought of texting you, but why not a surprise visit instead?”

“And what if you didn’t find me?”

“I took a chance. And, I guess luck is on my side today.” Lumine starts putting away her laptop when Kaeya asks, “Are you free right now? I’d like to treat you to coffee.”

Lumine smiles and nods. At least it’ll take her mind off of Childe.

Kaeya takes Lumine to a nearby campus coffee shop, the place where they once had a group study session with mutual friends. Despite Lumine's insistence, Kaeya still paid for their drinks.

"I'm your senior," Kaeya laughs. "I should be treating you, not the other way around."

Once they sit across from each other with their drinks, he says, "This place brings back memories."

“Don’t tell me you miss the poor student life.”

Kaeya shrugs. “Being a student has its pros and cons.”

Lumine sips her drink. “I think it has more cons right now.”

“Something bothering you, little junior?”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well… you don’t look too happy. Call it a hunch, but it seems something’s on your mind.”

Lumine has never opened up to Kaeya about her personal problems. Sure, she sought him out when she was having trouble academically. But she isn’t sure if she wants to open up to him about… boy problems and maybe even her insecurities.

“I’m always happy to lend an ear, Lumine,” Kaeya continues. “Whatever it may be, as long as you’re comfortable talking about it.”

Well, maybe it won't hurt to get a guy’s perspective.

However, just before she can say anything, her phone buzzes. She quickly looks at it and sees a message from Childe: We had Takoyaki at the office today. Reminded me of the ones we had together a few nights ago. Want me to save you some and drop it off for you?

Unbeknownst to Lumine, Kaeya glances from her and then to her phone. He can't see the message, but he takes a guess. “...Is it a guy?”

Lumine quickly looks up and slips her phone inside her pocket. "...He's my sister's friend. And mine too. But I guess I've been getting some mixed signals from him. It's been kinda bothering me since I'm not sure what to think about it."

“Do you like this guy?”

“...I don’t know. But when I’m with him, it feels like it’s going in that direction, and I’m not sure what I really want.”

“I’m just speculating… but maybe both of you are unsure.”

“You think?" Lumine asks. "But, I thought that if a guy likes a girl, it’s rare they would be aloof about it.”

“That’s true. What I just said was thinking from a positive side. You could also think that this guy is keeping his options open.”

Childe wouldn’t do that. Would he?

“How well would you say you know this guy?” Kaeya continues.

“We pretty much grew up together. But he knew my sister first.”

“Ah…”

“But she’s with someone now."

"Could it be that you're unsure because you don't know how he feels? If this guy confessed to you, what would you say?"

As soon as Kaeya sees a faint but visible blush on Lumine's cheeks, he has the answer he needs. But, regardless, he waits for her answer.

“That’s way too sudden. I… I would need time to think about it!”

To her surprise, Kaeya smiles. "Listen, I'm hosting a beach party next weekend. So why don't you come down and have a little fun? Diluc will be running the bar, and you'll see some other friends."

Kaeya pulls out his phone. Soon, Lumine hears her phone buzz. This time, it's a message from Kaeya. He sent her a bright, colourful poster of the evening beach party.

“Bring your sister and Aether along, too.”

A party, huh?

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That afternoon, Alhaitham is pacing around his office with his phone in his hand. His wireless earphones are snug in his ears.

“What do you mean you’re not going to have a say in the company’s next project?” his grandfather asks.

It’s almost time for the leadership team to review the idea submissions for the company’s next big film project. Alhaitham is supposed to be a part of it, but he decided to drop out.

“Ah… is it because she is participating?”

The last thing Alhaitham wants you to think is that he's favouring you because of the relationship. Besides, it's not like your relationship will remain a secret forever. Rumours would spiral out of control if you got chosen and people found out he was part of the judging panel. Alhaitham knows no one can control what other people say, so don't give them a chance to say something you don't want them to.

"Yes. It would put both of us in an uncomfortable and awkward position if people found out that I was on the team that decided the next project."

His grandfather sighs. “That’s true. I suppose people will look back and say you were favouring her if she got chosen.”

“I don't want to give her a hard time.”

“Well, I understand. It’s a logical reason. But, I guess that would mean you’re seeing her with the intention of marrying her.”

“Is that all you can think of?” Alhaitham deadpans. “Marriage?”

“Is it wrong of me to want a grandbaby?”

No. But Alhaitham also has an agenda of his own. “I’m seeing her with the intent of taking this relationship seriously. If we do get married, we’ll let it happen naturally.”

After getting off the phone with his grandfather, Alhaitham heads out of his office and takes the elevator to the lobby. Once he does, he sees Childe, Ayato, Thoma, and a small camera crew. Ayato must've been here for a project. As soon as the men see each other, Ayato waves him over.

“What a nice surprise,” Ayato says.

Once the camera team leaves, Childe says, "Well, the cat crew's all here."

“...I guess you told him everything,” Alhaitham says to Childe.

"Not quite," Ayato says, looking at Childe. "Frankly, I'm still interested in the conversation between you and your mother. That could be the key to why you changed."

Childe crosses his arms. “Since both of you think that’s so important, long story short, my parents are moving back to Snezhnaya. I’m not going with them. If that’s all it takes for someone to turn into a cat, we're all screwed.”

“Oh, wow. What’s everyone doing here?” You’ve just walked into the building with a cup of coffee. “Secret meeting?” you joke.

Alhaitham swears he sees something move out of the corner of his eye. When he looks in that direction, nothing seems out of place. Maybe he imagined it, but then he remembers you mentioning the feeling of being watched this morning.

“Something like that,” Ayato says, playing along. “The Strays are thinking of their next move on what to do with the curse.”

"Didn't think you'd come up with our band name that quickly," Childe says. He nudges Alhaitham. "But this guy ain't a stray. I guess you can say he's already adopted."

Alhaitham looks at him. “I guess I’m the secret member.”

Ayato laughs. "I never expected you to play along, Alhaitham. I guess you have a sense of humour behind your icy facade, after all."

Childe snickers. “He’s definitely a tsundere.”

“Sounds like someone watches too much animation," Alhaitham says.

“What? I’m a proud geek,” Childe huffs.

“Seems like The Strays have good chemistry,” you say, looking at the three bickering men in front of you. “That’s a good sign.”

“Ayato, we should go,” Thoma says. “You have a schedule coming up.”

“Right.” Then, Ayato smiles at the group. “Well, if you’ll excuse me.”

Thoma walks beside Ayato as they leave the building and asks, "It seems like you're getting along well with them."

“I would say so. All of us have a common goal, after all.”

“...But, regarding her, are you… okay?”

Ayato glances at his friend. “...Are you asking if I’m okay being around her?”

Thoma nods. "To be honest, I wanted to ask her to stay away. I was afraid she would bring up bad memories."

Ayato admits there's still a sense of… nostalgia when he looks at you. But you're not her. Besides, he knows he cannot live in the past forever. He needs to move on.

“There’s no need for her to stay away,” Ayato says calmly. Before he gets in the car, he looks Thoma in the eyes. “She is a friend.”

Thoma gives him a small smile and nods.

Back in the building, you and Childe part ways with Alhaitham. However, it doesn’t take long for you to receive a text from him.

Catman: If you sense anything strange, call me.

Anything strange? You suddenly remember the feeling you got this morning. Did Alhaitham sense it just now? After you hit a reply, you notice an uncharacteristically serious expression on Childe’s face. He’s staring at his phone.

“Hey,” you say. He looks at you. “Everything okay?”

Childe slides his phone into his pocket. “Do you know someone named Kaeya?”

It takes you a moment, but the name finally rings a bell. “Oh, yeah. He’s Lumine’s senior. Why?”

“...He invited her to a beach party. She also said that he invited you and Aether, too.”

“And is that something to be all down in the dumps for?” You chuckle. “Hang on a minute… are you… are you jealous, Childe?”

The elevator doors open, and you and Childe step inside just as he points to himself. “Me? Jealous?" He presses for yours and his floor. "I’m not that petty." The doors close. "I’m not your CEO boyfriend who didn’t want his girlfriend to hug a cute, innocent cat.”

You smile. “Well, someone’s defensive.”

After a moment of silence, Childe sighs softly. "Who is this Kaeya guy anyway? I’ve never heard of him, and I’ve been friends with you and Lulu for years.”

"I only met him a few times, so I don't know much about him. But from what I remember, he's a fun guy. He tutored Lumine at one point."

“He tutored her?”

You glance at him. “Yeah… They had a few private sessions.”

“Private sessions?” Childe quickly clears his throat. “Are… are you going to go?”

"A beach party does sound fun. Why don’t you go with Lumine?”

“...It’s an evening party.”

“...Ah.”

A pause.

“Do you think I should tell her? About… the situation, I mean. I don’t want to tell her because I don’t want to risk the secret getting out. I know Lumine can keep a secret, but I'm afraid it might accidentally slip out, you know.”

“Answer me honestly, Childe. Do you like her?”

Childe likes being with Lumine. He enjoys her company just as much as yours. He also likes teasing and messing around with her. However, Childe has never heard Lumine talk about other guys besides Aether, so this is a foreign feeling. But maybe he's bothered by Kaeya's intentions; maybe Childe just wants to look out for her. Whatever it is, Childe admits he feels a little annoyed by Kaeya. Does this mean he likes Lumine in a different way than he likes you?

"If you like her, you should tell her. Or else she will get the wrong idea, and then it'll be too late. I don’t think you want to be a part of The Strays forever.”

The elevator doors open on Childe’s floor.

Childe smiles. “Who knows? Maybe I’m going to be the Professional Bachelor now.”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

Childe gives you a wave and steps out. Then, the doors slide shut.

◆◆◆

It's almost time to get off work, and you've been feeling accomplished for what you've done. Your team proposal for the company's project is almost complete. It just needs some finishing touches. You're heading to the lounge to get snacks when you see some employees coming down from the opposite hall. You happen to overhear their conversation.

“Yeah… it’s scary. There’s apparently some people from our company on that forum.”

Forum? What forum?

“Do you think it’s run by some noisy tabloid reporter?”

“I don’t know… but some of the rumours on there turned out to be true!”

Their conversation is now out of their earshot, and you feel a little uneasy. That’s when you hear Alhaitham say your name.

“What brings you here?” you ask, smiling.

“I had a meeting.” He hands you an expensive drink and a snack you recognize from one of those high-end bakeries. Then, he gives you a soft smile. “I thought you might like this on one of your breaks.”

You take it from him. “Why thank you, Mr. CEO. You read my mind.” Then, you say jokingly, “I don’t have to give anything in return, right?”

Alhaitham slides a hand inside his pocket. He has a slightly mischievous smile as he quietly says, "Your love is all I need."

You pretend to gag. “Cliché.” But then, with a smile, you say just as quietly, “I would gladly give you all my love in the world, Mr. CEO.”

Alhaitham is clearly not expecting this flirtatious response, and a faint but visible blush appears on his cheeks. He quickly composes himself, however. Then, his expression turns serious. “The text I sent you earlier today.”

“Ah, right… did something happen?”

“...I thought I saw something. I wouldn’t have thought much of it, but I remembered you told me you felt like you were being watched this morning.”

“...I really hope it’s nothing.” A slight pause. “I overheard something about a forum… apparently there’s some information about people from the company?”

“I’m aware. The most recent incident is what brought it to the leadership’s attention.”

“...What happened?”

“There was a statement that a company employee was stealing funds for illegal activities.”

Your eyes widen. “...Did they have evidence?”

“There was. So, we’re looking into it.”

“Putting it positively, it sounds like this person did the company a favour.”

“It does sound like they did a good deed,” Alhaitham says. “If only there weren’t other information on that site.”

“That doesn’t sound good….”

"We had the security team look into this site, and information, including the private lives of employees, have been leaked. Employees at this company aren't the only ones being targeted."

You raise a brow. “It would be too much for one person. Sounds like it's a group effort. But what are they trying to accomplish? Employees aren’t celebrities.”

“...That’s a good question. But whatever their motives are… not all of them are with good intentions.” Alhaitham almost takes your hand but stops himself in time. “So… be careful.”

You nod. “You as well.”

◆◆◆

“Have you thought about what you want to do after graduation, Lumine?”

Lumine came to seek her professor's help for an assignment that evening when her professor brought up an unexpected question. Well, maybe it isn't that unexpected, considering she's in her last semester. So, it's definitely time she starts thinking about her future plans.

"Sort of… I'm interested in making character designs for games and stuff. So it's a little different than what I'm doing now."

Her professor takes out a colourful poster from her drawer. “Well, you’re in luck. The university’s participating in a regional design competition where your work will be evaluated by renowned companies looking to hire. It’s the latest initiative to help graduates get jobs.”

“A competition?”

“Are you interested?”

Lumine looks down at the poster. She is. But… what if she's not good enough? While she doesn't think she's bad at what she does, she definitely doesn't think she's amazing like her classmates. Lumine describes herself as average. Just talented enough to get by or at least… survive.

"You don't have to answer now," her professor says. "But let me know by the end of the week if you're interested."

Lumine nods and puts the poster and her assignment into her bag.

As she heads for the bus stop, she glances at her phone. Aether had already said he was going to the party. You've also agreed. The only person who hasn't said anything is Childe. It's strange, she thinks. She thought he would jump at the opportunity to attend a party. She never thought he would be silent.

Just as she gets to the bus stop, her phone buzzes, and her heart suddenly beats a little faster. But one look at her phone and her jitteriness turn into an entirely different feeling.

Isn’t this your sister?

It's a text from one of her classmates. When Lumine opens the message, she sees a screenshot of two women. Lumine has to look closely to see which one you are, as you and the other women look like twins.

She looks SO much like Ayato’s ex. Omg.

Ayato’s…ex? Before Lumine can even question or process what’s happening, she sees another message.

Is she dating Ayato?

And then comes another photo. Lumine wasn't there, but she's sure this is taken at the Awards Night with how everyone's dressed and the venue. But this time, it's you and Ayato, with him holding your hand and you looking back.

What is going on?

Chapter Sixteen

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quodekash · 10 months

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guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

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charlescoded · 1 year

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It's been a little while since I last posted some snippets, so here's a few lestappen concepts that might never get finished:

1.) photography

The camera practically launches up into the air and as the guy he just bumped into leaps up to catch it, he practically jumps into Max’s arms on the way down. He lets out an oomph, stumbles back, but manages to steady the two of them before they tumble down to the ground. “Fuck,” He’s going to be black and blue where the guy hit him in the chest with his elbow. “Shit, are you okay?”

The guy lets out a laugh that sounds equal parts stressed and relieved, and nods his head. “Yeah, yeah, totally fine. That was too close…”

Max chuckles, a nervous little sound. “The camera’s fine?”

“It is,” He confirms after inspecting the camera closely. “It still works,” Then he pauses. “You can let me go, also.”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” Max lets go of the guy’s waist, not having realised he was still holding him, and takes a step back. “Wait, Charles?”

The man looks up at him, startled by the sudden exclamation, and seems to realise who he had just collided with. “Max Verstappen?” He almost drops his camera again, and Max can see a flush rise from his chest up his neck and to his face. “Wait, no,” Green eyes look at him in disbelief. “You remember me?”

It’s Max’s turn to blush. “Uhm… Yes?”

Charles stares at him with open mouth. “That was 4 years ago!”

He clears his throat awkwardly. “I remember, yeah.”

“That is…” He trails off, still unable to believe that Max remembers him. And that’s fair. It’s embarrassing that Max still knows his name, even years later. They’d slept together exactly once, and Max can’t say he remembers the names of every single person he’s gone home with, but… Charles was the only guy he’d ever taken home.

“I guess you left an impression.” He says, because he doesn’t know what else to say. Because he doesn’t know how to explain himself. It’s true, of course, Charles certainly left an impression on him that night, maybe more than Max is willing to share. Is willing to admit.

...

2.) instagram

“I want you to go and follow Charles on instagram.”

Max pauses. “What?”

“You heard me,” Lando pats the hand that’s holding onto his phone. “Well?”

“But why?”

Lando stays silent, expectant, like he thinks Max is just going to do that without a proper explanation. The answer is no, he’s not going to do that without a proper explanation. He has no clue what’s going through Lando’s mind right now.

His shoulders slumps. “Okay, fine,” It didn’t take long for him to break. “People would freak out of if you followed him.” He explains.

“They’d freak out?” Max frowns, before clarifying, “Because I’d follow Charles on instagram?”

“Yes!” His eyes are bright and Max shakes his head at his best friend’s antics. “Come on, mate! It would be really funny, they’d start screaming about how Charles now has to follow you back.”

Max allows himself to smile slightly, both indulgent and amused. “I didn’t even know Charles didn’t follow me.” He says honestly.

Lando sputters, flails as he tries to grab hold of Max’s phone, before landing halfway his lap. Max sighs, shifts so Lando’s in a more comfortable position, and drops his phone into Lando’s greedy hands. The grin he sends Max’s way is worth it. “He unfollowed you,” Lando starts, already opening the app. “After Austria.” He adds.

That… stings a little. He’s not sure what he did to get Charles to unfollow him, but that’s fine, he doesn’t normally care about who follows who on social media anyway. “Of course you would know that.” Max says, focusing back on Lando, fond and exasperation all at once.

“Can I?” Lando asks, thumb hovering over Charles’ page.

Max lets out a questioning hmm?

“Can I click follow.” He clarifies, looking back up at Max.

From his upside down position, Lando’s eyes look wide and pleading, and Max can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, go for it, mate.” He really doesn’t care. His PR team’s who keeps track of his instagram most of the time anyway.

Lando’s grin is blinding—bordering on mischievous—as he presses his thumb down on the follow button. “Great!” Then, Lando’s stomach growls and just like that, his focus is on something else entirely. “Can we order food? I’m getting kind of hungry.”

Max plucks his phone from Lando’s hands, who makes a noise of protest, but doesn’t actually try to get it back. “Sure, what do you want to get?”

“Can we try that donor place? With the nice sauce?”

He makes a face. “The döner kebab, you mean? With the garlic sauce.”

“Yeah, that one!”

Max sighs. “Yeah, sure, I’ll just have to go run an extra lap tomorrow.”

Lando shrugs. “Sucks to be you.”

He rolls his eyes. Yeah, he definitely indulges Lando too much.

...

3.) collar (toxic lestappen)

“Predestined, don’t make me laugh. Predestined for what? To bring glory to Ferrari?” Max’s fingers slide over his neck, tracing strong muscles as he closes the leather strap. It feels possessive, it feels forbidden. His cheeks go red as blood rushes south. “The only way you can bring glory to anyone is on your knees.”

“I’m not— this isn’t—“ He struggles to put his protest into words.

Max tuts softly, his finger sliding into the metal loop of his collar. “Didn’t I tell you?” His voice is gentle, but Charles can feel the tension of the leather against his skin. “You are, this is.” Max smiles, sharp and remorseless. Mocking. With intent. Charles’ skin heats up in anticipation.

Slowly, Max pulls, and Charles goes down with him. His heart is beating wildly in his chest, his hands trembling as he sinks onto the floor. It’s like his body is moving on its own, following Max’s lead, obeying him. Like Max is his master, and all Charles can do is submit.

His mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton. He knows he doesn’t want this, he knows this isn’t what his future is supposed to be, but… Charles looks away, shame burning in his veins. If this is wrong, why does it feel so right?

...

4.) vampire!charles (tw for blood)

Max’s breath halts in his throat as Charles’ hand cradles his cheek. His touch is cold, his teeth—fangs—flash as he smiles, and there’s blood smeared everywhere. On his lips, dripping down his chin. On his clothing, drenching the fabric. On his skin, now staining Max’s jaw in red.

His thumb swipes over Max’s lips and paints them red, too. There’s an eager, hungry look in Charles’ eyes. Max knows it’s not for his blood, not when his eyes go dark with the promise of pleasure, rather than the swirl of madness he’s grown accustomed to.

“No longer hungry?” Max asks. It’s a wonder that he can keep his voice steady. He’s not afraid of Charles, he knows he doesn’t have to fear him, but that doesn’t mean he’s comfortable with this, with blood, and death, and the massacres he has to witness.

Yet. He still accepts it. Maybe that makes him a bad person—he knows it does—, but love is a flaw, and Max is willing to bear the punishment if that means loving Charles. He already does.

Charles’ grin widens and he slings his arm around Max’s neck, his bloodied hand leaving a trail down to his chest. To his heart. He’s listening to the beat of it, feeling it, because his hearing is good enough to tell him when Max’s heart is freaking out. “I’m never full, chéri,” He murmurs, darting his tongue over the red of Max’s skin. “You know I want more of you, always.”

#lestappen #my writing #hope you guys liked them..!#the vampire thing is actually an alternative version of a vampire one-shot that i still hope to finish #but max is the vampire in that one

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specialinterestshows · 8 months

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Get the latest gossip on what’s happening with the Judgment Day in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Brief discussion of sex toys

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 46 of ?): TJD (Telenovela Judgment Day)

Things felt a bit less tense after everyone agreed to be civil. Rhea spent most of the time after ordering watching the interactions between Finn and JD, while also keeping an eye on Damian. Seeing the way she cared for every member of her found family made you feel like you were falling even more deeply in love with her. You beamed at her before letting her tend to the more unpredictable members of the group, taking this time to chat with Dominik.

"So what do you think about this guy?" you ask him, subtly glancing in the direction of JD McDonagh.

"Honestly?" Dom asks, looking at the two Irish men, "I've never seen Finn this interested in someone. Well, except maybe-"

He was interrupted by Damian slamming his fist into the metal table, knocking over the condiments and menus while leaving a sizable dent. Standing up quickly, fuming, Damian grunted "Gonna take a walk" before storming off. Rhea stood up to take care of the mess, but JD insisted he had it. She thanked him, glanced at you - smiling when she saw that you were already giving her an understanding thumbs-up - and went after Damian.

"Ah, shit," Dominik sighed, "Thought I was being quiet enough..."

"I feel like there's something everyone else knows about this that I don't," you say, feeling a bit confused, "Care to help bring me up to speed?"

"Just don't tell Damian I told you," Dom whispers, making sure Finn and JD weren't listening before continuing, "Rhea and I think Damian has a thing for Finn. But Finn has never been... It's not that he's not supportive, he just gets weird about anyone thinking he might be into dudes. A little too weird about it, sabes?"

Nodding, you recall several people growing up who behaved similarly before coming out.

"Anyway, neither one of them wants to tell us anything so it's all been drama and guess work," Dominik says, sounding frustrated, "I'm not about to ignore my BiFi, though; I think there was something between them."

"Your what?" you laugh, making sure you heard right.

Dom lets slip a goofy grin, "BiFi! It's like gaydar, but it goes both ways."

It isn't long before you're doubled over laughing.

"What's so funny, you two?" Finn asks, looking a bit self-conscious. You try to compose yourself to respond, but Dominik beats you to it.

"Mami's been thinking of getting this new strap, right," he starts, holding out two hands and increasing the distance between them, making Finn's eyes go wide, "It's supposed to be extendable-"

"Nevermind!" Finn shouts, putting up one hand between him and Dominik, "None of my business!"

"Quick thinking," you whisper the compliment to Dom, noticing Rhea and Damian walking back up as you do, the latter looking significantly less upset. Crossing her arms, Rhea stops in front of the table, looking pointedly at Damian. He looks somewhat embarrassed and stands next to her for a moment before she elbows his ribs.

Wincing, Damian sighs before addressing the table, "I'm sorry, guys. I promise that won't happen again."

Looking satisfied, Rhea gave him a warm pat on the shoulder before the two sat back down at their seats. The moment she sat down between the two of you, Rhea let out a tired sigh and offered you and Dominik each a hand of hers, smiling when you both took them at the same time. It was only for a moment before the food arrived, but you and Dom had seen her radiate with happiness in the brief time both of you were holding her hand and smiled contentedly at each other.

[end part forty-six of ?]

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seeyoundoit · 1 year

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burning slowly

The pub wasn't as crowded as other times. But to be fair, Ross had never came on a Wednesday night before.

After more than five days holed up in the studio, George couldn't take it anymore. They had to go out for a drink or he'd take off wherever the hell Charli was and they wouldn't see him for a week. Matty playfully asked him if he was going to leave for Florida and George just rolled his eyes. This was pretty serious.

Ross was also starting to feel the pressure from the demands of the new album. He could feel the tension in the room, in the demeanor of the guys. He needed a break too. Needed to get out of the studio, feel the fresh air on his face and forget for a few hours the madness their lives had become these past weeks.

More than anything, he needed to see you. Be with you.

He missed the warmth of your hand in his and looking into your eyes while hearing the soft sound of your voice telling him how everything's gonna be alright, no matter what.

So he can't help but smile when your laughter echoes through the walls of this pub. Matty and George are sitting in front of you, most likely talking crazy shit. But he can't quite focus on what they're saying because he can't take his eyes off you.

Over there at the back table, it's like you're shining.

There is a light in you that comes from within. And it attracted him from the very first moment he saw you. The way you move, the way you speak, how you left everything behind after getting his call (“Of course I’ll go! I’ll go wherever you are right now. I miss you like crazy, baby”). Light, light, light.

"Here you go, mate."

The voice of the bartender snapped Ross out of his reverie and handed him the pints he ordered.

When he approached the table, Adam got up to help him with the glasses he was carrying.

"You look delighted,” Adam said quietly, raising his eyebrows and smiling a little smile.

Caught. Whatever. He's too far gone to try and hide it now.

“More like an idiot but it is what it is, I guess," Ross smiled back while sitting beside you.

When you felt his presence, paying attention to Matty and George became a difficult task. Especially when Ross got really close to you, his denim rubbing your leg.

God only knows how much you've missed him.

You looked at him and noticed that he was already watching you, adoring crinkly eyes just for you. Without needing to say a word he made all the nights missing him when you went to bed and the lonely breakfasts in the morning fade away. If you could, you'd kiss him square on the mouth right now. But with this audience, you settle for a touch of your lips on his cheek.

"Oh, fuck me! I know you can do better than that," Matty practically shouts and George just looks at him funny before looking at you and Ross again. "It's true! I've seen the two of them when they think nobody's watching."

"You're a creep."

You hardly register who made the comment because a very animated Ross has put his hand on your thigh now and is playing with the hem of your skirt. So, again, you have to pretend you're not affected by this and really focus on the conversation. You don't miss the cheeky grin he's sporting while drinking his beer though.

"Anyway, we're glad you could join us tonight," Adam said to you courteously.

"Especially that one!" Matty pointed at Ross across the table, smirking.

"Very glad," Ross blushed a little and whispered only to you, "thank you for coming, love."

Dropping the shy act rather quickly, Ross pressed his thumb under the hem this time and felt the softness of your skin with little swipes. You think he's just testing you at this point. Being this bold while his friends are present, after days of not being with each other.

Or maybe he's burning. Just like you.

While pondering on this, you noticed George is waving at the door at the front of the pub and more of the band is arriving. Soon you'll need to find a bigger tabl–

"Come here," Ross lifted you and put you on his lap with ease. You were a bit shy and to be honest a little turned on so you gave him a funny expression, at least that's what he thought. All while trying to look innocent and keep up the charade. "More people are coming. Should we not make room?"

"We should," you said while putting your arms around his shoulders. And since him and much less you won't let this go, you put your face close to his and whispered. "Are you cracking, my love?"

With one hand over your thigh and the other holding your hip, he grinned seductively. "Maybe I am".

You gave him a lingering kiss, on the lips this time, feeling drunk on the booze and the feeling of his hands on you after so many days.

"Do you get to go home tonight?" you asked hopefully.

He melted inside and gave you a long lustful look.

"Definitely."

#this turned a lil suggestive idk why #honestly #it was never my intention lmao #oh well #very very lowkey matty slander just bc #also shout out to welcome to my island remix #track number 3 on my on repeat playlist #luv u charli #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald rpf #the 1975 ross #the 1975 fanfic

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Chapter 46 of Harrow the Ninth

I sat on this for a while, because there is some Big Reveal happening here, but Gideon is not smart enough to figure out what it was, and I am not much better, honestly

This is kind of funny and very sweet after this entire book full of Harrow throwing up on herself, not getting enough sleep, carrying around a giant sword that she can't lift without help from her exoskeleton, ripping out her own bones to use as weapons, removing her own bone marrow to make Trojan Horse soup, and getting almost murdered by Gideon the First on multiple occasions

So Ianthe's arm can't grow back after getting chopped off, but Harrow's thumb can?

I guess this is the exoskeleton?

So: 1) Isn't Mercy supposed to be in the River at this point? 2) Mercy for some reason wasn't actually trying to kill her when she stabbed her - we know that Mercy is perfectly capable of killing a Lyctor without doing anything at all with a sword, due to her anatomical expertise. She wanted Harrow to get eaten alive by the Heralds, but not suffer while that happened. Why? She might be a BOE spy, but I don't see how it would help BOE (or anyone) for Harrow to be eaten by Heralds. Was she hoping that the Heralds eating Harrow would remove evidence that she killed her, and they would only do that while Harrow was alive? But surely Mercy is good enough at anatomy stuff to make Harrow's death look like anything she wants it to look like?

Who is "her" in "you're not her"? Commander Wake? The poster of Commander Wake that Harrow saw when she bumped into Corona and Judith did not mention her eye color. I'm guessing by "when they showed me your corpse" she's talking about Gideon's corpse back at Canaan House, which was retrieved by BOE? When she says "I thought I knew what you were", I'm not sure what she means. She obviously didn't expect Gideon to be who she actually was, from the rest of this, so what did she think Gideon was before she realized her eyes were that color?

So dead Commander Wake on Pluto was part of some operation conducted by Mercy and BOE there for some reason? And Mercy made some dolls. Given that Mercy is an anatomy expert, were these "dolls" meant to be imitations of people, possibly particular people? Why is she only just now realizing how Commander Wake died? Hasn't she had almost two decades to think that through at this point? I don't think she's only just now realizing that Gideon Nav might have survived, I think she was well aware of that possibility back when she asked Harrow her age and was relieved when Harrow said she was 15. And Gideon the First was sent after Commander Wake, so I guess in this note:

the person who was sent after her and took pity on her was Gideon the First, and I guess conceiving Gideon Nav was probably part of this plan as well, somehow. Conceiving a special baby of some sort, creating imitations of people, and going to the Ninth to do... something

I would have thought whatever operation this was would have failed because of Commander Wake's death, but it sounds like it was more complicated than that - she had Gideon, and then Gideon the First was sent after her, and then something happened with the two of them that messed up the plan somehow? Or something happened that lead to Commander Wake's death? And what part of the failure was Gideon Nav, a literal baby, responsible for, when it sounds like her birth was part of this plan from the very beginning? And Mercy thinks she has to go to Pluto herself to finish the plan, except

Cytherea did think there was something special about Gideon's eyes way back when, and she also wrote "YOU LIED TO US" in the Lyctor laboratory. But what do Gideon's eyes actually mean? What are they evidence of? Why is it special that they are recessive? Is there some secret parentage that someone has, maybe that John has, if John is Gideon's biological father? I don't know why it could matter to anyone post-Resurrection who John's parents were

If acquiring proof of something is enough that Mercy thinks she doesn't have to go back to Pluto to finish whatever operation was supposed to happen there, than it must have been an operation to uncover some evidence, then, right? Except, if Gideon's eye color is enough evidence for whatever it is, why wasn't Gideon's birth enough to declare the operation a success? She says "I don't have to breach anything", were they trying to open the Tomb?

This has to be real, because this is Gideon POV, and also I don't think even Harrow would hallucinate Mercy getting shot like that

But I have a lot of questions. Like:

Where did she get a gun on the Mithraeum? That seems like the last place in this universe for there to be a gun

If Cytherea's body is still on the Mithraeum, and has been this whole time, why did John say he couldn't sense it anywhere?

Why is Cytherea trying to kill Mercy? And why did she try to kill Gideon the First? Is she just trying to kill whoever was involved with the Pluto operation? Only, it sounds like Cytherea and Mercy were equally unhappy about whatever lying happened, so it seems like they would be on the same side?

Why did Cytherea decline to kill Harrow/Gideon? That definitely seemed to be a goal she had back at Canaan House, what has changed since then?

This made me wonder if it wasn't actually Cytherea's revenant piloting this body, but who else could it be? I guess it could be one of the ghosts that's haunting Harrow? Commander Wake seems maybe likely due to the gun, but like, Commander Wake is currently haunting Harrow's Canaan House River bubble and is I think a bit tied up with the blood rains and such at the moment

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth

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Look at the soul- Cillian Murphy (Prologue)

LATS Master list

⚠️ Grief

Pairing Cillian with OC

Summary: At forty four years old, anyone would think you have your life figured out, right? Well, life has some funny -or cruel- ways sometimes… Overnight widowed with two sons at the not-teenagers-anymore, nor-adults-yet phase, Cillian Murphy is forced to start everything all over again. Asking for a sign that it’s the right time to go back into work, he comes across the woman his best friend and screenplay writer and himself had been searching for so long to take the leading role in a play that had been waiting for her as well.

Behind the scenes: This story started as a dream, I literally dreamed one night the end of the play and started from there. Please note I’m not involved in theater 🎭 also, I’ll be adding some songs and lyrics (in italics) I think that fits the story (if you fancy sending some recommendations I’m more than happy to hear!) -Yes, the name is just like my blog… because that’s why I started this, the very first story I wrote, with this play in mind 💖🍀

Suggested song: “Show me the meaning of being lonely” Backstreet Boys (I ♥️ this acoustic version)

“Just leave it, really doesn’t matter.” He asked frustrated after ruining dinner.

“Let me take care of this sweetheart.” His mother ignored his petition and started to fix it.

“Where do you keep the toilet paper? There’s nothing in the bathroom.” His sister asked from the hall.

“I don’t know.” He shuddered. “In the cabinet probably.”

“Already looked there C.” She was trying not to roll her eyes, Cillian just raised his shoulders.

Looking around, he found his other sister picking up the dirty dishes he left over the couch along with the mug he was sure he used last week. Moving everything to the dishwasher, she then walked around the living room picking up the sweatshirt he probably used days ago. Between the cushions, she found a pair of socks and the glass of water he left on Saturday.

The steps of his mother brought him back to reality, she was rushing with the basket full of clothes that she washed, it was perfectly folded now, he moved to the left just in time to avoid a crash.

He was tired both, mentally and physically.

Letting out a loud sigh, he thought about how his mother and sisters showed up half an hour ago, and even though they didn’t say it, their actions were screaming that he was a fucking mess. They offered to prepare the meals for him and his sons daily, showed up on his doorstep unannounced and started to tidy everything up, every single thing that was out of place.

Bringing his thumb and index finger to his eyes, he started to massage them with his fingertips.

He knew they were only trying to help him, but in reality, they were only making him feel stupid and useless.

But he should be used by now, since they had this dynamic going on for a little longer than a year. Since he was widower.

“Will you do the night tales channel?” His younger sister asked.

“I don’t know… eventually I guess.”

“My favorite is when you read poems.” His other sister confessed. “You could do it on your own from your basement.” Cillian shook his head, he preferred to stay as far as possible from the internet. “What? You could even do it anonymously.”

His mum showed up again in the kitchen and without a word, started to organize the receipts, bills and bank statements that he had been accumulating over the kitchen island since the last time they were over. Folding them correctly, she placed them in a drawer.

“Forget about it.” He answered blunty. “Would you mind keeping an eye on them? I need to go out.” He asked meaning about his sons who were upstairs.

The three of them shared a concern look, Cillian wasn’t doing well, he had been answering with monosyllables for over a year, he was distracted, serious

There was no point of staying anyways, there was nothing he could do… they had already taken care of everything, the clothes, the food, the mess in his house, his kids.

He leaned his head against the cold glass of the bus. Visiting the place where they kept the ashes of the woman who once was his wife always left him emotionally shattered. He walked by inertia, following the same path without really paying attention to anything, the tiles on the floor were the same, the lines that marked the limit over the platform hadn’t changed in the last ten years, the sign that showed what to do in the case of a fire that hanged at the E-five station was so worn out that it could barely be read.

Show me the meaning of being lonely

So many words for the broken heart

It's hard to see in a crimson love

So hard to breathe

And just like that, he could make an endless list of the things that after all these years were the same, it was only his life what had changed so drastically.

The thing is, nobody understands the grief you are living unless they went through the same situation. And even that way, everyone goes through it in a different way.

Show me the meaning of being lonely

Is this the feeling I need to walk with?

As for his family, truth is he would be forever grateful for all the help they have been giving him, but it wasn’t fair for them to do all the things he was supposed to be doing. It wasn’t right. But he wasn’t sure of where to start.

Life goes on as it never ends

Eyes of stone observe the trends

They never say forever gaze, if only

His life ironically was a copy paste of the character he played a while ago for a stage play his friend Enda Walsh had adapted from the Max Porter book “Grief is a thing with feathers.” Precisely of a widower man that has two kids while the book tells how the family goes through the grief over loosing his wife and there’s a crow that also takes part of the story.

For example, he had locked in himself. Not sharing with anyone his feelings, fears, let alone his pain. He tried to stay strong and on one piece just for his sons, but honestly, he wasn’t sure of how long he would be able to keep going like that.

He made the decision to cancel all of his projects scheduled to be able to be with his sons. But now he was starting to get desperate of not doing anything. He had a lot of free time and when you go through a loss like that, it’s the last thing you need.

He made a mental note to call his agent once he got back. Perhaps he could start having a look on a couple of projects, see what’s out there… maybe he could start with a small project or return to do the radio shows, record something, anything.

He just needed a signal, something that screamed at him that it was really the right time to go back to work, to focus on himself.

Because when his family left and his sons locked themselves in their rooms, he was left accompanied just by a suffocating loneliness that gave him the warmest welcome and welcomed him with open arms. He had already made peace with it, there was nowhere to go. Just like that, overnight he was left without his partner, the mother of his kids, without a warning, with no time to somehow prepare himself.

Part of his problem was how life slapped him in the face, he felt like he was in the middle of the ocean with nowhere to run. And he also knew he couldn’t keep living like that.

Maybe by returning to doing what he loved the most, he could get back a part of what he had lost.

Adjusting in his seat, he looked at the people that took the bus, they were looking for a place to sit. He suddenly felt a shiver running down his spine, so he rubbed on his arms. Three boys around his sons age walked to the end of the bus, a man wearing a suit and tie was talking using his Bluetooth, a girl with her nose pierced and hot pink hair sat a few rows of him. Followed by a woman with a diaper bag, another bag full of shopping and a baby in her arms.

Behind her, a woman showed up, her dark hair was styled in loose waves, she was wearing white jeans and top with a beige cardigan, but her monochromatic outfit wasn’t what impressed him, but the energy she exuded, she had a genuine kind smile on her lips while her eyes were looking for an empty spot.

He wasn’t religious, but she was the closest he had ever seen to an angel.

“Adria.” He mumbled out of breath and then, he panted.

…She was unstoppable, and she took anything she wanted, with a smile.

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Pale 11.2

“How did you meet these two?” Verona’s mom asked. That put her on the spot. “Group project.” “What kind of project?” Aaaaa.

big mood Avery, I am continually impressed with how many technically-true statements the other two manage

“Fake pork on a bagel?” Avery scrunched up her nose. “With tons of barbecue sauce and stuff, looks like,” Lucy added. “On a bagel? I dunno. Fake meat I’ve tried is maybe half mediocre, squint-and-you-could-interpret-it-as-meat stuff,” Avery said. “And the other half was real sad. My siblings looked at the turkey slice stuff and they went from making fun of the vegetarian stuff to feeling sorry for me. And making fun of me a little, still.”

even leaving aside the fake meat aspect, I am deeply weirded out by the idea of a barbecue pork bagel sandwich. A bagel should have smoked salmon and cream cheese! You can add tomato/red onion/capers if you want, or I guess do something with eggs and/or salad. But not meat! Especially pork, that's just bizarre

“If it’s decent then you could come back and have it again,” Verona’s mom said. “I dunno, I don’t want to ruin a whole meal though.”

this is why I just always order the same thing at a restaurant once I've found something I like

“It’s a generation thing,” Verona said, still talking in a tone like she was laying sage wisdom down from above and having fun at the same time. Verona was being very Verona and it felt a lot like Avery had felt when she was just getting into the flow of these two, after Miss had introduced them.

I think Verona is feeling very off-balance still, but also the sudden release of being away from her dad, and is being very outwardly herself to work through her emotions

“Lox and cream cheese with double helping of black olive and red onion, please, poppyseed.”

aside from the olives this is respectable

“I’m not into art as a career, though,” Verona said. “And like, who even thinks about careers at thirteen?” “Me either, with sports,” Avery interjected.

that's probably good, those are two careers that are very hard to actually make a living off of

“It’s an advantage, if you can tackle a new project without feeling like you’re leaving behind the things you really want to do. I get excited about any new venture, and I think I can sell people on that excitement and make things happen.”

have you considered becoming a startup CEO

“What have you done?” Verona asked them, mock-horrified, even though she looked like she was enjoying herself at the same time. [...] “What have you done?” Verona asked her mom and Lucy’s mom, exaggerated. “Have you no mercy?”

ok, this is very stressful for Avery and coming at a bad time, but I'm also with Verona that it is very funny

(I am an only child)

“Just the one, I think,” Jasmine said. “She works for the whole hospital, and doubles as IT, I think.” “That’s not nearly enough,” Connor said. “One health information specialist?”

pour one out for that poor poor IT/information worker. That's not nearly enough, and you can bet they're being drafted into any project that needs a bit of code or analysis done

also ngl I would read more of the parents talking about healthcare data analysis, I wonder if wildbow has personal experience with it? I have a friend who does basically the job that Connor has, and it's not something people tend to think of when they think either "healthcare work" or "tech work", so it seems oddly specific

Avery focused on that, drew on the connection, and channeled it. Snowdrop raised a paw, ‘thumb’ extended, then went back to sleep. She adopted the omnivore scavenger’s palate.

oh that's a neat benefit. I was going to say probably not useful for anything major, but actually it would be a live-saver in the Hungry Choir ritual, and I bet there are other practices that require eating something gross

“Avery!” Avery flinched like she’d been slapped in the back of her head. Her dad.

... that is a strong reaction. The lingering head injury, or his reaction to her coming out?

“Here,” he said. He reached into his pocket and got his wallet. He pressed a card into her hand. Then he turned to the cashier. “My daughter has my card, Connor Kelly. She has my permission to use it. That okay?”

this feels like guilt

“I really can’t think of much I need,” Avery said. “Some shirts, maybe, shorts…” “Two hundred dollars?” Verona repeated. Avery shook her head, looking around. “While Snowdrop is leveling up in- I don’t even know what to call it. Intensity of fashion? I feel like I should do something similar but I don’t know what.”

to echo a fandom desire from early-mid Ward: shopping trip!

time for a butch makeover montage

“This is what she does,” Verona said. “Hey, while you’re doing that, Ave, buy your basics, I can think of some things to buy for Tashlit. I have some money too.”

aww

“In ten hours, yeah,” Lucy said. “And then I got stressed because I knew not sleeping before a day like today which might really matter…” “Yeah. I get that.” “Made it even harder to sleep because I was stressed.”

that happens to my partner sometimes, it always sucks

“It did suck and it was lonely but I get it. It’s cool.”

on the one hand Avery's right that Lucy was also going through it and this was understandable, but on the other I'm not thrilled how quickly she goes "This was bad for me but it's fine."

“I like the idea of sticking by one another, it’s just tricky sometimes. People are… personality-wise I see us all as jagged, weirdly shaped things, and we try to mesh together as best as we can but sometimes…” “Yeah.” “The mesh isn’t perfect and we bounce off one another or something and that doesn’t at all mean I don’t care or I’m not in your corner.”

hedgehog dilemma

Avery shook her head. “He smacked me in the back of the head near the brain stem and that can give you gnarly headaches that last for a whole month. But when he said I could have the post-concussion thing, he was saying I could have mental difficutlies or problems for the rest of my life. And that’s when, you know… I was spooked.”

fucking christ that's terrifying no wonder you were spooked

“You know that you’re like… cool, right, Ave?” “I don’t, no.”

ouch

“I don’t mean sunglasses and slicked back hair cool, or snowboarder chick cool, or leather jackets type cool, I mean-”

she could be those if she wanted! maybe. actually no, sweet and earnest kind of gets in the way of most of those. but she could still get a leather jacket.

“These are your measurements for cool? Sunglasses and slicked back hair? What?” Avery asked, smiling.

... is Lucy's metric for cool just Zed

“Do we have to move on? Because calling me cool is awkward but defining what you see as cool is fun. Who’s a cool guy, Lucy? One cool guy you know.” “I had a point I was getting to.” “First one off the top of your head. Is it Zed?”

called it!

“What’s the commonality between those guys? Tymon’s a bit laid back, especially when you put him with a bunch of these practitioners from uptight families, and George is sort of above it all. Tymon’s from a big drug-spirit summoning family and George partakes…” “Not really the direction I was thinking.” “Very angular faces. Sharp chins, defined cheekbones…”

lol

“Is this punishment? For leaving you hanging while I moped? Are you channeling Snowdrop’s chaotic spirit?”

what goes around comes around! otherverse runs on karma

“Oh, they both have longer hair. Are you into longer hair? I can understand that.” “The longer hair is a plus.”

fits with liking indie rock/pop I think? I don't know music. Or guys.

Wallace tended to lighten his hair and wear shirts with wild geometric or fractal patterns, prints, and/or colors.

oh that's neat, I love a good geometric pattern. I am now rooting for Wallace, sorry Tymon

At Tashlit’s instruction, such as it was, Lucy sat on the log by the fire and then rolled up her shirt as much as she could without being indecent

this is a very Avery this to notice and way of phrasing

It was gnarly.

no wait I take it back, this is Avery phrasing

3:00pm. “Of course. I’ll help,” John said. Verona, Avery, and Lucy held papers, guaranteeing privacy.

oh, so they're doing the rounds of their allies. Tashlit, John... I wonder who else? Probably Alpeana, Crooked Rock might have put them in contact with the ghouls, maybe they'll talk to Guilherme and Toadswallow. I think this will go fine, my concern is that helping the girls arrest Edith is a good way for a secret conspirator to ward off suspicion

John nodded. He took the little games that Verona had brought and set them aside, bending down briefly to slip them into his bag. There was also a collection of darts Avery had grabbed on impulse. No dartboard, that had been too expensive. Just darts. She figured John could improvise. He seemed to like it.

cute that they're bringing gifts, and I do like it as part of this recruitment process. Too small to be a bribe, but a show of friendliness and respect. Reminds me of how ritualized gift-giving worked between allies and vassals in ye olden times

“Sorry,” John said, settling into a sitting position, moving his bag to be closer to his foot. “If that’s too much. All I mean is- be prepared for this to not go the way you need it to. Even if it comes to you getting hurt, cornered, imprisoned, if you have plans or things set in motion, you don’t want to think ‘I should’ve’ in the moment before you have no options. Be prepared.” “What does-” Lucy paused, swallowing. “What sort of thing would we need to do to be prepared?”

gods this is sad to have to think of. Write letters for your families, for Zed and their other allies at the school? Put together a will for the various powerful items they have? I don't know if Avery would need to make arrangements for Snowdrop

Jessica had sent a picture of herself and her girlfriend in their house. It looked small but it was packed with decorations, to the point that some stuff was sitting on the ground around the base of some of the tables next to a futon. Avery was fond of the stone carvings and she’d asked, and Jessica had sent pictures of some.

good to see they're still in contact :)

“Avery! Sheridan, Kerry, Declan! Dinner!”

it has just now struck me 1) how deeply irish all these kids' names are (except, oddly enough, for Avery) and 2) what a deeply unfortunate name Kerry Kelly is

Kerry K.J. Kelly

oh gods and she has another K-name for a middle name. Poor kid.

Her dad addressed the table. “This is going to be a brief but very important family discussion. And I do mean discussion. We need to talk about something serious.” Avery had already spent the day on high alert, and she didn’t miss the fact that her mom reached over to place a hand over Grumble’s.

well fuck, this is bad timing. With the attention on Grumble, is he moving to a nursing home?

“On the upside, there are ice cream bars for dessert,” her mom said. “So let’s tough this out.”

so I have some bad news about that

“Rook is trusting us with information. Our doppleganger and cancer stick are with the candle spirit,” Lucy told her. “They were out there.”

aw, I was hoping Lis wasn't involved

“I’d do something else, I think. I think of, I dunno. A house without a floor. Ropes and things.” Verona laughed. “That’d be out there.” “Isn’t it? Or a loft with enough open space on the second floor where you could have a big hammock or something stretched across, like they do in tiny houses.” “That’s neat. I can see it. Path-y.” “Yeah, with doors and windows out to Paths. Maybe so you can peek through?”

this seems wildly inconvenient, but a neat visual. Might be hard to move around quickly though, which could get annoying for Avery

“My mom was talking about passions and not having any one particular passion for herself. And that’s cool, but like, how do I decide on a place to call my place of power if I do something like that? How do you define a space and make it cool if your approach to practice or to the world changes all the time?”

I mean I've only seen a few months of Verona's life, but art, magical knowledge, diagrams, things that are weird and gross and fleshy.

“I know this sounds awful, but… countermeasures for John?” Verona asked.

this sucks, and I don't think either John or Tashlit will be issues, but considering how worried I am about the real culprit remaining hidden through this conflict, or even aiding the girls, I'm glad that they have countermeasures prepared for everyone

The blackness behind her deepened. The Sable Prince stepped out of the darkness behind her. Trees rustled and leaves went still, branches creaking and bowing.

oh hello!

Avery could see Edith’s face, and she saw the moment that she recognized that the Sable Prince was there. All fight dropped away. She let Matthew hold her shoulder. Surrender, just like that. Which didn’t mean this was over.

... huh. Easier than I thought! Though of course the real challenge will be getting information from her

#booksandchainmail reads pale #wildbow #pale #otherverse #i am thinking of adding the otherverse tag to my liveblogs as I go #since my pace is now slow enough it doesnt feel like overcrowding

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Hi! I hope this isn't a rude question but from what I remember you live in South Africa, and I was super curious. Yesterday I read a post on reddit from a female solo traveler who was planning to travel for months, first landed in Johannesburg, spent two days there, felt super unsafe, cancelled her whole trip and went home. A lot of comments were saying it IS super dangerous there and she just did poor research. Is it really dangerous there? If yes, is it just Johannesburg or all over?

not a rude question! My take is, honestly, it’s as dangerous as you let it be. Johannesburg has some pretty dodgy areas which I wouldn’t recommend to tourists and it’s a VERY big city - just geographically/spatially not even talking about population - so I wouldn’t recommend for any tourists (solo or not) to go without a guide/group. I’d book in with a guide. It’s a REALLY cool place though - I know many Brits and Americans who actually preferred it to Cape Town and rated it on par with their safari experiences. There’s a lot to see and do, it’s vibey, the people are lovely. But if you try diy your itinerary/accommodation and rely totally on Ubers like yeah you can put yourself in some pickles. You do need a guide or to like be relatively local (I’ve spent a fair amount of time there for work and for my brother’s competitions and to go to my embassy and because I was very briefly seeing this girl who lived there when my ex and I were breaking up but sorta not broken up idk anyway I flew up there to see this girl a few times and I can honestly say I’ve never had any funny or bad experiences there. I liked it and felt safe but I’ve also lived in South Africa since 2001 and I have friends there so it’s really not the same as a foreigner going by herself). A weird thing multiple people have told me now is the train system there is nicer than Europe’s and I guess it is lol. It’s very on time and very clean and not like whatever is going on in France or Germany or the UK (side note I personally thought the Italian trains are great but they were def dirtier than the Gautrain system). So there are yk a lot of… really state of the art things about Joburg.

Cape Town is a lot safer and more “European” so easier to go with no plan/guide. I know sooo many women who’ve traveled here solo and had a rad time. Again, obviously be smart lol like don’t do dumb shit but that’s a good rule of thumb traveling anywhere.

I mean okay here’s a story - when my bf was in college (he’s American - or rather Californian which is its own thing but he was in college on the East Coast) he started dating this French foreign exchange student and that summer he took a summer school course in London in part to be able to see her more. Two of the girls on his course were friends of his from school so they were staying together and anyway these girls wanted to go to Paris for the weekend and see Paris and all and that worked well for everyone ergo they basically arranged a swapsie situation - his gf would come to him in London and they’d have the flat to themselves and these girls would get to use her apartment for free. All good. The girls were told very explicitly like what trains to use and when the last one leaves but they were partying and the guys they were with told them that actually there’s a later train and they believed them because cute French boys idk I guess and obviously it turned out there wasn’t a later train - obviously V knew when the trains to her apartment stopped running lol - so these boys and their girl friend offered to drive them back to the apartment, which they accepted, and then like the Americans invited them up like for a thank you nightcap and these people proceeded to badly SA the American girlies and rob my bf’s gf’s apartment. The girls obviously left to go home to the US immediately the next day and my bf’s gf broke up with him because all her shit was stolen lol because of his moron friends so she wasn’t happy with him. That’s a real story that happened - doesn’t mean I’ve ever felt unsafe in Paris though. I’ve felt like I’m overpaying for shit but I’ve always been… safe. I’ve actually taken the last train in Paris myself and it was totally fine even though I was not sober lol and the American girl *I* was with there (not romantically like we were just vibing together) also had nothing bad happen to her at all lol so it’s not even a dumb American thing. It’s like… bad shit sometimes happens.

Basically, my take is touristy South Africa isn’t unsafe tbh any more than any other touristy part of the world (if you go into really bad areas that’s different) but keep your wits about you dudes if you do decide to go and obviously feel free to hmu.

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for the headcanons thing, how about mikan?

You mean Mikan, one of my absolute favorites and a character I post/reblog about all the time? Eh, if you want, I guess

MIKAN TSUMIKI

Sexuality Headcanon: Pansexual and panromantic. She can love any kind of person except herself :( (don't be sad, she'll learn)

Gender Headcanon: *projects nonbinary/genderqueer all over my fave chars*

A ship I have with said character: (Sparta Remix voice) TSU-MI-O-DA. I'm so fond of bandaid for honestly too many reasons to list in one paragraph. I actually had a whole thing written out for this ... but I'm saving that for something more ambitious. Suffice to say for now that they were high school besties in a group with another wlw couple, they'd support each other and give so much of themselves without asking or being asked, and they just seem real cute together. As for the whole "one killed the other" thing, well, that's the kind of spicy drama that turns regular ships into epic romance. Again, saving my thoughts for later.

A BROTP I have with said character: I'm surprised at how little exploration I've seen of Mikan’s relationship with Mukuro Ikusaba. None were closer, more enthralled with, and more completely under the thumb of Junko Enoshima than her twin and her girlfriend. None know her more intimately, and none were more directly abused. Imagine Mikan treating Mukuro for wounds sustained while carrying out Junko's orders, the two growing closer over time, Mukuro standing up for Mikan after Junko takes things too far, the two realizing how much the other suffers and in turn realizing how toxic this whole thing is for themselves, and changing their canon fates by escaping together ... Damn, are there any fanfics like this? (This is also an awesome romantic ship, obvi)

A NOTP I have with said character: There's plenty of merit to Mikan/Nagito (Florence Nightingale syndrome, anyone?), but I'm too amused by the idea of them as "worsties" to consider any other relationship. Nagito has a bitchy side waiting to be unleashed against an embodiment of pure despair, and Mikan will go for the fucking jugular if confronted with a total asshole who's also a socially acceptable punching bag. Cut them loose and let them fight!!

A random headcanon: someone on Reddit once asked, in a context I can't begin to recall, whether Mikan would prefer AVGN or Nostalgia Critic. I said the latter would trigger her because Doug Walker always stares straight at the viewer and often addresses his insults to movies and their makers in second-person. Mikan would not like a man yelling "FUCK YOU FUCK YOU" right into her face. James Rolfe's comparably dynamic cinematography and directed critiques would be more to her liking. So if I just ignore how unlikely a Japanese teen might be (or might not be?) to watch English-speaking American content creators, sure, headcanon

General Opinion over said character: SDR2 Chapter 3 was so hard because I lost both my fave chars from the game. I loved Mikan right from the jump. Maybe because I have a tendency to apologize more than I oughta, and I'm familiar with the feeling (thankfully less frequent now) that no one in a given room wants me around. That aside, she's interesting, funny, sympathetic, capable of great courage that saves the day (piping up about puncture wounds in the first trial), so troubled but not beyond saving ... well, until, ya know. But even then, she wasn't herself, and that's what makes it so much more tragic.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #mikan tsumiki #tsumioda #bandaid #headcanons

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your by far the best Gaara blog around with the most realistic view imo. Some people take their favorite characters way too serous and think they can do no wrong or they can defeat any opponent or they get really mad about ships they don't like and it's exhausting. its just nice to see you aren't raging every time someone has something bad to say about Gaara and its funny when you agree with them lol. You the true fan

ohhhh anon! Anon! Anon you mentioned the power scalers! Oh no, please forgive me. Anon...I love that you love this blog, but now I gotta rant. I am so sorry.

For real this might be the most malicious opinion I have, but... I can't deal with the power scalers. This is probably because I personally am not super interested in the whole "who is the toughest opponent Gaara could 1v1 without Shukaku, pre Shippuden, post-Naruto, while he stands on one leg and he already has been in 7 other battles in the past 30 minutes and Temari and Kankuro are dead and the moon is full and btw he also doesn't have any sand."

Of course I'm exaggerating, but honestly, power scaling just invites so much room for fighting it's not even funny. It's why sometimes curiosity gets the best of me and I end up on the Naruto subreddit only to slowly back away because there's just....so many power scalers and they're all fighting about the same fights, day in and day out.

And I know. I KNOW this is a Shonen manga...A lot of people are in it for the fights, but I feel like a lot of the nuance and themes of the series are lost on "who can beat who in a fight with just brass knuckles?"

Naruto wouldn't be the series it is without the themes surrounding friendship, love, betrayal, destiny and hard work over natural talent. These are the reasons the characters fight in the first place. Plus, a lot of the canon fights were won because of plot armor or as plot devices. Not to mention Naruto used to be about actual ninjas doing ninja stuff rather than sheer power...Remember when Naruto fooled Kiba in the chunin exams? Blew my freaking mind how brilliant that was!

Anyways... I always see people ranting about the canon fights and it's just so banal to me. For example, "Lee should've beat Gaara in the Chunin Exams."

And that's okay...Fair enough, you could argue that, but like....Where does the rest of the series go, though? HOW DO WE PROGRESS IF LEE WON CAUSE OF POWER SCALING?

You wouldn't get Gaara's hospital scene so you would never really know his motive for why he is the way he is...Then Shukaku would just erupt during the Chunin exams, I guess, and that would be that...No fight between Gaara and Naruto, no redemption. Really there would just be no story at all at that point.

It's like people take character losses as personal slights, which I understand because Deidara will always get two massive thumbs down because of what he did to my boy, but also Gaara's defeat and kidnapping just needed to happen. It demonstrated that the series had high stakes cause Kishimoto could just lampoon my favourite character at any point in time, and I'd be like "that's it, I quit!" only to realize that he's actually ok in the end. Actually, Gaara's defeat made me love him more because I felt more empathy for him that he tried so hard to defend his village only to die in the end, and also because no matter how much he had changed he will always have to deal with the legacy of once being bonded to Shukaku.

It's just feels like a richer experience to have characters fall on their faces and lose sometimes.

And as for Lee losing in the Chunin exams...Man...was that ever a battle because honestly I loved both characters. I didn't want either of them to lose, and I really felt for Lee. Yet, he was better off losing because we got the rest of the story surrounding Gaara, and we got that amazing poetic justice when Gaara comes and saves him from Kimimaru.

Plus, that fight humbled Gaara which is just great, cause he was a lil' brat in the beginning, which is fine cause I loved him anyways.

Thanks for this message...Sorry it literally turned into a raging rant though LOL

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Feelings in the Cabin - Chapter 2: Shopping and Odd Feelings

copied clarifying stuff from ch 1 lol but im changing ages

so some clarifying things, this story is in imanis pov

my age 4 the band

jesse - 26

aaron z - 23

aaron t - 22

robaire - 21

imani - 21

tae young - 18

Aaron Z is referred to as 'Z'

Aaron T is referred to as 'Aaron'

'Byeol' (별) means 'star' in Korean

SEVENTEEN is a kpop group pls dont judge i rlly like them i have been following since 2016 lol

also, mis amigos, pls leave comments and things to add down below por favor

OKOKOKOK BYEEEEE

“Imani.” A low, hushed voice calls.

“Imani!” It calls again, seeming closer, as if the person is leaning right over me.

I’m awoken by someone picking me up, I begrudgingly open my eyes to see Aaron holding me close, carrying me bridal style with a happy expression, his eyes glancing between me and the cabin door.

I guess we’re here. My eyes dart around, taking in my surroundings. The fresh white snow covering the ground, the treetops, the roof of the cabin.

One by one, we pile in, first is me and Aaron, with Z right behind us, on his phone, then Robaire, who is carrying everyone’s snacks.

Jesse and Tae walk in, with Jesse holding a load of bags, he seemingly took up the job of getting the luggage in, although he didn’t have to, we could’ve gotten our own things.

Tae has his headphones on, seeming in his own world, fiddling with his stuffie, Byeol. As Jesse goes back out to get the rest of our things, and Z follows him, Aaron places me down on the couch in the living room, where Tae sits next to me as I sit up, rubbing my eyes.

“You didn’t have to carry me in.” I said to Aaron, although it was really nice. He scoffs in response, waving it off.

“Ah, but I wanted to. Plus, you were knocked out. You guys say I’m a heavy sleeper, but look at you!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up. Me and Tae share a look, “T! You literally slept through a tornado! The sirens were going off, the wind was blowing, and rain was pouring down! I-”

Tae says, then gestures to himself, “I was scared out of my mind, you were just,” Tae then imitates Aaron’s snoring, making all three of us laugh, before Aaron speaks up.

“Yeah, I don’t remember.” He says, tapping his chin as if he was trying to think.

“Of course you don’t, you were knocked out the whole time! You only woke up when Z and Jesse carried you out of the living room and put you in the tub!” I add to the mix, stifling a laugh at the memory of him being placed in the tub filled with cold water.

“Oh, that was funny!” A loud voice exclaims, making the three of us turn around, seeing Jesse walking over to us, ruffing up Aaron’s hair, earning a flick to the head before sitting next to Tae.

As Aaron, Tae, and Jesse converse, Z walks in and heads straight to his room. Robaire is still just standing there, seemingly in thought, so I get up and walk over to him, the other guys too deep in conversation to notice.

“What's up, Baire?” I ask, slinging my arm over his shoulder.

He shrugs me off, walking to the kitchen. “Nothin’, just glad we’re here.” He tells me, sounding relieved as he places the snacks down on the counter and opens the fridge, it’s empty, of course, you never leave food in a place you only come to once a year.

“I love the fans, but they can be a little much, y’know?” He confesses, taking a notepad from out of nowhere and beginning to write items down. I begin to think back to a few hours ago, those two girls in the gas station, those “fans”, I had forgotten about until now.

“Imani? Are you good?” Robaire snaps me out of it, his face showing slight concern.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” I reply, giving a sheepish grin and a thumbs up to show that I’m okay.

“Okay… did you wanna go with me?” He asks after a few seconds, and I tilt my head in confusion.

“Go where?” I ask him, crossing my arms. He gives me a deadpan expression before answering.

“The store? Did you not hear me? I swear, you need to stop blasting your music.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He finishes writing down his list, I glance down, it’s food and things like that.

“Can you go ask Z if he wants to come?” Robaire asks, pointing in the direction of the hallway, and I nod, “Sure.” I reply, before walking away and heading to the hallway.

I glance down at my wrist, checking my watch, “Geesh, it’s only 6 o’clock and it’s dark out…” I mutter to myself, walking up to his shut door, where I can hear faint music pouring out, maybe Bruno Mars?

I rhythmically knock on his door, and the music quiets down. “Come in.” His rather monotonous voice calls out, and I open the door.

“Hola, soy Dora! Can you say ‘I will totally come to the store with Imani and Robaire’?”

I say in a high pitched tone, a feeble attempt at being funny, as he only stares at me with a bored expression as he turns his music back up, Silk Sonic, to tune me out. With a grumble, I walk over to his bed and sit beside him.

With a quick swipe, I grab his phone, and quickly type in New Kids On The Block’s ‘Step By Step’, letting it play through his speakers as he snatches his phone back, tossing it beside.

“What did you want?” He asks, tapping his foot to the beat before getting up and walking to his mirror, fiddling with his headband before taking it off and fixing his hair.

“You wanna come to the store with me and Baire? We’re getting like…actual food.” I ask. He stares at me from the mirror as I get up and pace while dancing at the same time.

“Okay.” He simply responds, going back to his bed when Robaire slips in, without knocking.

“Get ready to go.” He says before slipping back out, leaving the door open. Z gets up and puts his shoes on and grabs a jacket.

“Uh, dude. It’s freezing outside and you’re only wearing a jacket? Are you at least gonna change into pants?” I question, putting my hands on my hips.

He shakes his head no, and I huff, walking to the living room, putting on my boots, coat, and gloves.

“Where ya goin’, babe?” I hear Aaron ask, and I jolt when I turn around, as he’s right behind me, his hands hovering over my waist.

“Oh my…!” I shut my eyes for a second, calming down with an exhale. “Uh… Me, Z, and Robaire are going to the store. I think Baire’s already outside, so…”

I say, as Z walks into the room, earbuds in, hood and sunglasses on as he walks right past us and out the door. Aaron’s gaze lingers on Z for a moment before turning back to me.

“Well, when you get back, we need to have a little chat.” He says, his tone oddly serious. I furrow my brows in confusion, though I don’t question him.

“Mkay… well… bye.” I say, backing up and walking out the door, gently shutting it before turning around to go to the van.

As Z is in the middle section, I go to sit in the front seat before Robaire stops me.

“I’m buying some drinks and I want them up here.” He says bluntly, gesturing to the seat behind the passenger seat, next to Z.

“You can sit there.”

I give Robaire a blank stare before shutting the front door a bit harshly, opening the sliding van door and sitting down in the empty seat, as Z glances at me for a moment, I can see him out of the corner of my eye.

“Yeah, I’m totally gorgeous, I know.” I say in a joking manner as Robaire starts up the van and backs out of the driveway and toward the, I flutter my eyelashes in a comical way as Z turns his head to glance out the window, his flushed cheeks going unnoticed by me as I continue my antics.

After a minute or two, Robaire chimes in.

“Hey, no one is as beautiful as me!” He exclaims, making a silly duck face in the rearview mirror, making me chuckle and Z scoff in amusement. “Hey, let's settle this! Z,” Robaire calls out to him, making him glance up.

“Who has better looks, me or Mani?” Robaire finishes, making me grin at the use of my nickname, although my name is pretty short already. Z glances between me and Robaire, only for about a split second, before,

“Imani.” He answered bluntly, turning back to gaze out the window. Robaire feigns a mock betrayed expression, while I sputter in laughter. “See? I’m just that gorgeous.” I say with a sigh, crossing my arms and back in my seat as Robaire finally connects his phone to the van instead of listening to the radio, overrun with Christmas, Christmas, with a sprinkle of… Christmas.

As much as I love Christmas and its music, I’d rather listen to something else for now. Well, it doesn’t really matter, me and Robare do not have the same music taste, like, at all.

I decided to put my headphones on, shuffling my main playlist. Of course, the first song that plays is our cover of ‘Mary, Did You Know?’, the Pentatonix style. “Whatever.”, I think to myself as I let it play, we did good, plus, I love this song.

After a bit of driving, we pull up to a quaint little store, just outside of town, it’s so quiet, yet so peaceful. The three of us hop out of the van, toques, sunglasses, and hoods on, just in case. We walk in and are welcomed with a sweet bell, and a store clerk is right by the door, wearing a big grin.

“Hello there, how’s it goin’?” He asks, scanning out faces and we give him smiles. “Hm, never seen y’all around before, welcome!” He says, clapping his hands together and grabbing us a cart.

“My name is John, I’m the owner, I won’t keep ya, just wanted to greet y’all, I do that with all the newcomers, y’know? I usually see locals, so it's good to see some fresh faces. Alrighty, my apologies, we’ve got a real nice selection, so go on ahead and shop!” He says, he’s a talker, for sure, but he seems like a sweet old guy.

Robaire stays behind, talking more with the owner as he hands me the list of things to buy, how kind. Me and Z decide to split up the list between the two of us, so we got through it fairly quickly, until we didn’t.

Robaire decided to not specify some items, like what type of coffee, knowing his taste though, I decided to find the more ‘exquisite’ things, as he would say. Good thing Z was in the next aisle, as I needed to grab something off the top shelf.

“Yo, Z.” I wave him over, grabbing his arm and pulling him over to my aisle, where I’m stuck in a hot chocolate predicament. The last thing on the list, I want the brand on the top shelf.

I point up to it, “I want that one, up there.” I say, expecting him to grab it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs me and lifts me in the air and puts me on his shoulders, much to my disdain, he knows I don’t like heights. “Z!” I exclaim rather loudly, getting the attention of a shopper in the next aisle, staring at me with a bewildered expression as I quickly grab the hot chocolate and gently tap his chest with my foot, letting him know I got it.

As he puts me down, I can’t help but feel more than flustered as I put the hot chocolate in the cart. I turn away, holding my totally on fire face. “Z! Why’d you do that?” The close proximity left us both flustered, I catch a glimpse of the small change in his demeanor as he tries to mask it with his normally neutral expression, though I can see the slight furrow of his brows and the subtle flush in his face. He simply gives me a shrug, turning to walk, rather quickly, back to the front of the store.

I decide to brush off his odd reaction as I am already feeling odd myself, we walk to the cash register, where the clerk is waiting. “Did you find everything okay?” He asks as Z starts unloading the cart.

“Yes, thank you.” I say with a small smile, holding my hands together and rocking back and forth on my heels. Robaire gives me an odd expression, tilting his head.

“What’s wrong? Why’s your face all red?” He asks, making me pause for a moment, letting out a breath. “Um, I dropped… something, uh, hot chocolate. It just made me a bit embarrassed. I’m fine though.” I explain, giving him a thumbs up, he seemingly buys it, nodding his head as we wait to pay.

After a bit, we pay, but before we walk out, the clerk stops us.

“I’m sorry, I have to ask, are you guys in a show or something? I swear I’ve seen your faces before!” He asks as we take our pitiful disguises off, he snaps his fingers when he seems to figure it out.

“No, no, you guys are singers, aren’t ya? Uh, what’re you called…O-Town? No… Something-Town… I’m sorry, I’m not great with music nowadays.” He sheepishly says, rubbing the back of his neck as Robaire chuckles.

“We’re 4*TOWN, and it’s okay.” He says, patting the clerks back. “Right, 4*TOWN! My granddaughter loves you guys! Posters and everything. Gotta admit, you guys are pretty cool, you’ve got this 90s vibe goin’ on.” The clerk says with a grin, putting his hands on his hips.

“I don’t mean to bother, but could I get a photo? It’s okay if you don’t wanna.” He asks, and we all nod, glad that he was so kind with it unlike some other people.

“Sure, it’s no problem.” Robaire says, and the four of us gather as the clerk gets his phone out and we pose, snapping a picture. “Oh, thank you, her birthday is the week after next, and I’ll be getting her tour tickets for Christmas, she’ll be so happy.” He says with a smile, sending the photo to his granddaughter.

“Oh, her birthday! Here,” I get an idea, taking a pen out of my purse and grabbing the shopping list from Z’s hands, crossing out the list and turning it over, writing my signature and a happy birthday message before handing it to Robaire as he does the same, then to Z.

He gives it to the clerk, whose smile just got even bigger. “Oh, thank you so much, you have no idea how much happy this'll make her!” He says gratefully, giving us our bags.

“I’ve kept you long enough, y’all have a great night.” He calls out as we exit, heading to the van and loading it up with our groceries. I turn to Robaire. “I wanna drive.”

“Why?” He questions. “Dude, I like, never get to drive the van, lemme drive!” I say, giving him my best puppy dog eyes as he grimaces. “Ew, never do that again, and fine!’ He exclaims as I fist bump the air and get into the driver's seat as Z and Robaire get into the middle section.

I connect my phone to the van, deciding to put my SEVENTEEN playlist on shuffle, turning up the volume as ‘Fear’ comes out of the speakers and I drive back to the cabin, all previous feelings replaced with peace and calmness.

#4town #4townie #turning red #turning red 4town #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town robaire #4town taeyoung #4town jesse #oc #oc x canon

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