#Multipurpose Table

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Folding Table with Oxford Chair

Embrace amazing exprience of Corvids Folding Table and Oxford Chairs - a marriage of sleek design and adaptability. The table's sturdy build pairs harmoniously with the Oxford Chairs' comfort and style. From family dinners to impromptu office space, this set effortlessly accommodates diverse needs. Its folding capability allows for hassle-free storage, ideal for maximizing space in any environment. Elevate your ambiance with this versatile duo that exudes a contemporary vibe, promising functionality and elegance without compromise.

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Multipurpose Tablecloths: A Versatile Addition to Any Room in Your Home

 It can be hard to find home décor solutions that are stylish and practical.  Luckily, adaptable tablecloths are available to alter everything!  These versatile items enhance the look of your dining table, coffee table, or TV cabinet while providing protection and helping to keep things organized.  We will explore how multipurpose tablecloths can serve as essential elements in various areas of your home.

1. Transform your dining room

Your dining table is the center point of your dining space, and a multipurpose tablecloth can quickly improve its appearance. Whether you're throwing a dinner party or eating casually, a well-chosen tablecloth can set the tone. Multipurpose tablecloths are available in a variety of styles to complement your décor, ranging from exquisite fabrics to whimsical motifs. Not only do they offer charm, but they also protect the surface from spills, stains, and scratches, making cleanup a snap.

2. Raise Your Center Table

Your living room's central coffee table frequently serves as a meeting point for family and visitors. A multipurpose tablecloth can be added to this surface to create an elegant yet practical look. These tablecloths can complement your living room theme, whether you opt for a solid-colored cotton one for a minimalist look or a patterned design for added texture. They’re also perfect for hiding imperfections on older tables or adding a splash of color to neutral spaces.

3. Improve Your TV Cabinet Area.

Many people overlook the area around their television cabinet, but with the appropriate multipurpose table mats , you can turn it into a fashionable section of the room. While organizing remotes, magazines, and other items that clutter the space, a tablecloth can add a touch of coziness and sophistication.  For a coherent effect, use tablecloths that match the color palette of your living room.

4. Ideal for side tables and consoles.

Small side tables and consoles are frequently the unsung stars of home decor. These surfaces are frequently overlooked when it comes to decorating. Versatile tablecloths can simply add a spark of flare to these spaces. A tablemat can enhance the look of a modest console near your entryway or a side table in the bedroom without requiring hefty décor pieces. For durability and style, choose from a selection of materials including linen, cotton, and polyester.

5. Practical and easy to maintain.

One of the best aspects about multipurpose tablecloths is their practicality. They are easy to keep and clean, making them ideal for daily usage. Since most tablecloths can be washed in a machine, they are a low-maintenance choice for households with a lot of activity.  Available in various durable materials, they can withstand frequent use and are therefore appropriate for dining tables, kids' rooms, and areas with heavy foot traffic.

 6. Adaptable Designs for Any Event

Another benefit of multi-use tablecloths is their diverse design options. You can change your tablecloth based on the season, holiday, or event. For example, choose a floral print for spring. Whether you're hosting a dinner party or a casual gathering, a multifunctional tablecloth allows you to quickly and simply modify your area to any event.

Multipurpose tablecloths are an excellent accent to any space in your home. They provide both form and function, ranging from surface protection to styling. Whether you use them in your dining room, living room, or TV cabinet, these adaptable items will not only improve your home's décor but also make daily life easier. Explore Tarvik extensive selection of versatile tablecloths and upgrade your house with their timeless appeal!

[interiorergonomics]

Essential Features for Construction Site Office Furniture in Dubai.

Dubai’s extreme climate conditions, including intense heat, humidity, and dust, necessitate durable and weather-resistant furniture. Using powder-coated steel or aluminum frames prevents corrosion, while laminated wooden surfaces resist warping in high temperatures. For outdoor use, UV-resistant plastic furniture is ideal, ensuring longevity despite exposure to harsh sunlight. Given that…

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Naomi Home Multipurpose Rectangle Resin Table

The Naomi Home multipurpose rectangle resin centre fold collapsible table desk is compact when folded and comfortable to carry around using the rubber reinforced carrying handle. The thick plastic tabletop is weatherproof, heat, and water-resistant and holds loads up to 331lbs making it convenient as a camping foldable outdoor table.

[anazimed]

Multipurpose Operating Table

Multipurpose Operating Table designed such that all movements are manipulated from head control operating table.Hand wheel regulate back section and leg section movement.Adjustable height maximum(750 to 950)+50mm. This used in hospitals, operating room to carry out different surgeries on patients.They often have padding, straps, and other features to secure patients in place and ensure their well-being during surgery.

[nor-4]

Nsfw Alphabet ft. Mike Schmidt

Bad writing

A = Aftercare

He got everything ready cause this boy don't know how strong he is especially if he fucks his frustration out so he gets every thing ready. He will definitely make you coffee or just get you some water is if you ask, then hug you until you guys fall asleep.

B = Body part

Although he loves every part of your body he has this favoritism for your thighs, like it's multipurpose he can hold it while fucking you on missionary andd can be a pillow when you guys go to picnic!

What he loves for him is his arms like something about it looks attractive for him, probably because you love to hold it and compliment it.

C = Cum

You can't tell me he don't cum a lot. Before bursting his seed he always ask where do you want it. If he's too lazy he'll just cum in your stomach. It's on his system to ask if it's hot or how does his seed feels.

D = Dirty secrets

To my previous headcannon, he wants to fuck the attitude out of you. Like it makes him feel cocky knowing he takes control. He wants to invite you to his work and fuck you in the table he doesn't know why but something about risking it turns him on.

E = Experience

Actually you both lost your virginity to each other. He isn't experienced but he knows everything about sex. He knows how to make you cum easily by just his fingers, this man doesn't joke when it comes to knowledge on sex. He can make your girl cum than your playboy ass

F = Favorite position

He lovesss missionary, he loves to see your face while fucking you. He loves kisses so.. Andd he loves back shot, he wants matching back tattoos with you it turns him on. Something about caressing your back makes him insane.

G = Goofy

Not really he's serious when it comes to making out. But sometimes he cracks a small joke when the mood get so tense up, he love it when he see you chuckle. Come on this man needs happiness in his life let him be.

H = Hair

Not that much hairy but he trims it when he thinks it needs a little bit of cutting. For you well he doesn't care about hair okay, it's natural if you want to keep it okay if your comfortable with it. He loves em bushes bae dw.

I = Intimacy

He loves to grip your hips or waist when he fuck you in missionary. This man fucks like there's no tomorrow he hugs your waist, he loves putting hickeys on you especially your breast. He is sooo good at praising like he coos in your ears on how he much loves you.

J = Jack off

Doesn't really have a time to do it. If he does he just imagines things with you. Just the thought of you turns him on. He does it too when you're not in the mood to do intimate things cause you know he doesn't wanna push you.

K = Kink

He's into edging he love to see you cry just because your orgasm is declined. He also loves size difference he can't believe the strength he has, he can fuck you in the wall nd he is still be surprised.

L = Location

Mostly on his bedroom because abby could be roaming around somewhere, well sometimes if abby's at school he loves to fuck you in the kitchen. He loves to eat you out at the kitchen it hits something for him.

M = Motivation

You. Everything bout you turns him on, especially when you motherly cares for abby. It's awaking something in him. He can be too distracted on his work and still think about fucking you. It's like a daily routine for him when he's bored.

N = No

Something that might hurt you, like he likes rough sex but not that rough like your about to scream from getting hurt. He don't like bdsm something about it turns him off plus he remembers all his trauma yk.

O = Oral

He is more on giving, but he loves to recieve like you giving him head. He still loves it when he is the one giving you head, something about you makes him addicted. Like he wants to drown from your pussy.

P = Pace

He's more on slow and gentle. If he's frustrated he fucks rough. His pace is up to the atmosphere, you have two boyfriend. One who make love to you touching caressing your body and praising you and one is fucking you like an animal. Sometimes he fucks you rough when he wants to sleep tightly.

Q = Quickie

Mehhh he doesn't really like quickie. He wants long sensual make out not like fucking you as if it's the end of the world. Plus it makes him want more.

R = Risk

If you just want it. But seeing someone watching him fuck you turns him on, it's like his adrenaline rush is rising. He just want to take the risk when he feels cocky.

S = Stamina

Can only go to 2 to 3 rounds because he's a beat up minimum wage worker who works 24/7 so he doesn't really have that much energy. But like i said when he's frustrated he can probably go for 5 rounds. If you can handle it.

T = Toys

I dont think he's really up to toys but a vibrator is enough. Since he loves edging he will probably have a vibrator especially those vibrator thay you put in your panty that can be controlled by phone. He will love those.

U = Unfair

He loves it when you beg for him. He can leave you without continuing your orgasm just for you to beg him. Sometimes when he is bored he tends to talk about how you are a mess for him.

V = Volume

He is whiny if you are the one who takes control. He is a bit vocal like he moans, but he often talk about how good you are for him.

W = Wild Card

He wants you to sit on his face. What if you crush him? He will be the happiest man alive. He wants you to dominate him especially when he is a whining mess, he just want to see you being a bossy then be a mess once you ride his dick.

X = X-ray

This man has a fat dick for aroundd 5'8 inches. Pretty pink mushroom tip. He's gifted i wanna rail him.

Z = Zzz

He's not a fast asleep he loves to spend the time with you. He only sleeps when you are already comfortable and clean. If he's tired he will fall asleep fast but he will do something for you tomorrow but tonight hug him to sleep.

[reachartwork]

What is Super Danmaku Maker?

Yes, I really do have this many projects, I'm one of those people who procrastinates by starting new projects. Anyway.

Super Danmaku Maker is a danmaku (bullet hell) engine that I’m designing to be a flexible, multipurpose tool for creating any kind of shoot-'em-up (shmup) project. Whether it’s individual spell cards, full boss battles, levels, or even entire games, the goal is to provide an easy-to-use, node-based interface that caters to both beginners and experienced designers.

Computational Efficiency via Precomputation One of the primary architectural goals of Super Danmaku Maker is to make bullet patterns computationally cheap at runtime. This is achieved through precomputation: bullet patterns are calculated as compositions of mathematical transformations during the design phase using calculus. It turns out that it is useful, actually! Instead of simulating the motion of bullets or tracking them individually as objects, we turn bullet patterns into lookup tables.

Instead of performing complex calculations every frame for every bullet, the engine simply "looks up" where the bullet should be based on the precomputed data. This trades off some load time for designers and additional disk space for buttery-smooth performance during gameplay. With this approach, the engine can easily handle 20,000+ bullets onscreen at once at a stable 60+ fps during testing. For comparison, Touhou's bullet cap of 2000 bullets is easily broached and hard caps at my screen's refresh rate (144 fps).

A Spiritual Successor To An Extremely Obscure Freeware Game Super Danmaku Maker draws inspiration from Fraxy, an obscure tool for creating top-down shooter boss encounters I used to be obsessed with as a kid. While Fraxy focused primarily on designing Gradius/R-Type/Darius-style bosses, with other functions developed via some crazy hacker bullshit, Super Danmaku Maker expands the inbuilt scope significantly:

Design enemies, bosses, full levels, and entire games.

Create player characters and weapons, complete with custom behaviors and abilities.

Support for arbitrary keyboard and mouse input, making it possible to design unconventional control schemes.

The vision is for this engine to act as a highly specialized, high-level programming language (or in layman's terms - a game engine) built on top of C# for shmup creation. Beginners will find it accessible and intuitive, while power-users can push the boundaries of what’s possible with crazy wizard bullshit and advanced setups that even I can’t anticipate right now.

Node-Based Interface The core of Super Danmaku Maker is a node-based interface, similar to Blender’s Geometry Nodes. Instead of writing complex code, users will connect and configure nodes to:

Define bullet patterns.

Build complex behaviors for bosses, levels, and player characters.

Experiment with bullet path changes like speed changes, rotations, curling motions, and more.

Define bullet & entity behavior in response to arbitrary triggers (such as distance from an object, distance from the edge of the screen, timers, collision, etc.)

This visual, modular approach empowers creators to focus on the art of designing fun and challenging gameplay, without needing extensive programming knowledge.

Future Sharing and Online Play Although the exact details are TBD, the long-term goal is to enable designers to share their creations easily through an online portal. Players would be able to download and play these custom levels and games without needing to install additional tools.

Okay, that's all. Stay tuned!

[websitestargirl]

Simon also has a single singular broom leaning against the entrance. Not even a freaking vacuum. He just swipes it once in a while cause the apartament is so small and empty there’s nothing there. Owns exactly two of each utensils. Empty cupboards (if any). Also why do I feel like he would take random ass rug from some garage sell home and place it as doormat. He’s also one of the types of people who keep curtains down 24/7 I think (scary)

good morning yes yes yes yes!!!

he also probably has a small coffee table with all of his dvds and books haphazardly stacked up on top and stored below. he owns one multipurpose disinfectant cleaning spray and respectively one rag.

i’m deeply amused by his two of each utensil 😭. im imagining reader coming over and grimacing over how lifeless his place is. i like to cook so i would open the cupboards to find like. one really old plastic baggie of expired coupons. not even a wooden spoon to stir shit.

brief tw for violence; ACTUALLY on my previous blog i wrote like a 1.7 word blurb about ghost pistol whipping the reader as a reflexive response to being touched while asleep during a nightmare. and reader is like owwww wtfff…. and forcefully leaves him on the spot. and i wrote a scene where he’s like, collecting all of the personal and domestic items that have been collected over the course of their relationship and puts everything in a box thats shoved under the bed. and hes like. super miserable. i would re upload it but i want to clean it up a bit and maybe add a part 2. ANYWAYS

and re: curtains, i think hed own blackout shades for his bedroom so his apartment is sometimes eerily dark and gloomy. he’s so weird i love him

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3 & Tumblr

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk, Blood kink, Anal.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 32:

Tides will bring me back to you

Chapter title is lyrics from "Deathbeds”

This chapter is from Oli's perspective.

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I’ve seen her eyes in my dreams so many nights, that actually gazing into them no longer feels real.

Yet, here she was, in the flesh, so different, and simultaneously completely unchanged, standing behind the woman I thought I’d be spending the next hour with, prior to my impending reunion with my painful past.

Before I had a chance to process that I’d been robbed of my limited alone-time with Alice, Fay pushed passed her, then passed me, forcing me to step aside as to not accidentally touch the she-demon.

Despite having successfully avoided bodily contact, her brief and entirely too close proximity, had still felt grating and soul-sucking, as if letting her back into my life, even for a moment, had alerted my nervous system that this was a grave mistake.

So, before shutting the door and willingly allow myself to interact with Fay, I took a steadying look at Alice’s sweet face, hoping to convey to her — and her alone — how sorry I was we couldn’t spend this time together, knowing that if Fay got even the slightest scent of my feelings for the woman in the corridor, she’d become a target.

But Alice’s face was void of emotion, and it filled my chest with a hollow sensation as the door latched shut.

“Thought we agreed on meeting up after the show.” I stated with my hand still on the handle, not ready to face her, not enjoying the bitterness lacing my words, or how it gave away how much she’d rattled me by being early.

When my statement was met with silence, I turned around, only to see her leaning against the side table, next to the sofa, on the other side of the obviously multipurpose dressing room. 

The room must have doubled as a rehearsal space for some of the venues artists, considering the sound-dampening foam covering the walls, high, basement-style windows, and the scratched-up flooring in the oversized space, being filled with an amalgamation of furniture, haphazardly positioned as if they were moved frequently, never to stay in the same spot — much like me.

Or much like Fay, who was always doing something new; just from seeing her for all of 20 seconds, I’d already clocked two new tattoos on her arm, alongside the obvious hair colour change, now a vivid, freshly-dyed purple, instead of her signature, fiery red.

Did she dye it that colour before meeting up, knowing it’s my favourite?

It suits her. Of course it did; her otherworldly appearance was as breathtaking and undeniable as ever. But much like so many of the most poisonous flowers on this planet, she was also a rare type of beauty, trying to either lure you in, or warn you to steer clear of the toxicity.

Her head was bowed as she fidgeted with the laces of her corset, but her false innocence did nothing but raise further red flags, “I know, but I was going crazy waiting,” she said, a nervousness present in her voice.

However, Fay was never nervous.

She looked up, deep eyes locking with mine again, having me nearly catch my breath as she pushed off the side table and walked towards me, “I can come back later, if you want.”

She sounded concerned, her expression sad, pleading. Each step on the hard floor as loud as the next, until she was entirely too close to me once again.

But I knew exactly what type of mind games she was playing.

“No, no. Now’s alright.” I said, keeping my tone cordial and polite, gesturing towards the sofa in the hopes of dictating the distance between us, attempting to not convey my deep discomfort with her in my personal space, “Have a seat.”

I forced a smile as I walked us over to the sofa, doing my best to make it seem natural. Much like she’d painted her features with a type of softness I knew she didn’t actually possess.

Letting her take a seat first, I positioned myself on the other side of the three-seater, forcing the very needed distance between us. She appeared disappointed, but it didn’t stop her from speaking.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, Oli.”

I couldn’t help it, I rolled my eyes, my facade dismantled so quickly I nearly got whiplash, “Don’t do that. You don’t get to do that, not after what you did to us, to me!”

Her pretence falling apart just as quickly as mine, the annoyed expression she so often wore when she was hurt making its first appearance, “I’m just telling the truth. I never got a chance to explain myself, to defend myself. You just walked out of my life for over a year, no response, nothing! Like I never even mattered to you — do you have any idea how worried I was about you?” She shook her head, disgusted, “I know how badly I fucked up, I know I didn’t deserve much, but I didn’t deserve that.”

Selfish words, but at least she wasn’t fake anymore.

“Why did you do it?” I asked plainly.

When she looked down this time, the shame appeared real.

So, I kept pushing, “You wanted a chance to defend yourself, no? So why, Fay?”

“I panicked.”

I scoffed at her ridiculous response, “You never panic.”

“I knew you were about to pop the question.”

Her words were like a punch in the chest, throwing me for yet another loop.

She knew?

She knew, and she still decided to do what she did.

My thoughts moved so fast I could barely keep up, my emotions changing with it, questioning everything she’d ever made me believe to be true.

I’d always thought she was drawn to Mat because he could provide a sense of stability I lacked. She’d made so many hints for me to propose, to seal the deal, and I thought part of the reason she’d gone back to Mat was due to her doubting I ever would. When in reality I had been working overtime to keep it a secret, trying to throw her off the scent, in a relationship where everything else happened so impulsively.

“What are you saying?” I heard myself ask quietly. 

The energy surrounding us shifted, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew I was cracking. My internal world fell apart, re-evaluating everything about the series of events that occurred before our traumatic ending.

The eerie softness fell over her again as she removed the distance I’d manufactured, positioning herself next to me on the sofa, forcing herself into my intimate space; forcing me to choose between becoming as vulnerable as I could tell that she was making herself, or move away, and potentially rob myself of whatever answers she was about to provide me with.

So, I stayed, despite the air between us being dangerously charged with emotions so potent it felt like pure electricity, burning me alive.

“You were everything I could have ever dreamed of,” Her voice was too soothing, too loving, pulling me back to when we’d whisper sweet nothings to each other in bed at night, “But it could never be enough to fix me. I know what an idiot I was. Everything I did to you, every threat, every game I played. Going to Mat was just the final straw of all the ways I hurt you.” 

In some ways she was saying all the right things. The things I’d daydreamed about when I could no longer stand the pain, and I just wanted the injuries she’d left me with to somehow magically heal, for the betrayal to just vanish into thin air, so it could be ‘Oli and Fay’ again. No more anger, no more loneliness.

No more missing her so badly I could barely breathe.

But many months had passed since I last felt that way or entertained such foolish thoughts.

Her foreign, yet familiar, fingers began intertwining with mine. Stunned, I simply watched them as a previous, dead, version of myself — aching and longing to touch his lost love — gasped back to life.

I wanted to cry, to scream. I wanted to kiss her pretty mouth, and crush every bone in her hand for daring to touch me with the same treacherous hand she’d used to cheat on me, and ruin any hopes of a future together.

“I wasn’t ready to treat you right back then, but I am now.” She told me softly, and something in me tore.

On the verge of disassociating, I gingerly untangled our fingers, “I could never trust you again.”

Tearing further, I watched as her eyes grew misty, “You could try…” Pleading words, making gory ribbons of my already mangled heart, “You promised me we were forever.”

“You promised me you were mine, yet you slept with my best friend.” I swallowed back the tears, “You nearly killed me, Fay.”

“We can move past this, I know we can, you know we’re meant to be. No one understands me the way you do, and—”

“There’s someone else.” I interjected.

The shock and hurt that fell over her features at my declaration was another daydream of mine; wanting her to feel even a modicum of the pain she put me through, to see it on her.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” 

I watched as her lip quivered, her own inner world crumbling, like she’d shattered mine moments ago.

“Who is she?” 

“We both know it’s best if you don’t know that.”

Her expression soured, along with her tone, “Then why did you want to see me, to rub it in my face, to hurt me back?” She shot out of her seat, “Do you love her?”

“Yes.” 

In a swirl of dark fabrics and colourful hair, she turned and went straight for the exit, causing a shot of adrenaline to course through me as I knew I couldn’t let her leave. Not yet, not without getting what I needed. 

“Wait!” I exclaimed before springing into action, making it to the door before her, holding it shut.

She was fuming as I blocked her path, “Why, what’s the point? This is humiliating.” 

“I deserve answers.” I retaliated, determined to achieve my original mission with this meeting.

“What do you want to know, how many times I came on Mats fat dick?” She asked, viciously.

Her words struck me like a whip, but I needed to know more, “What’s so wrong with me?” 

I could see her internal struggle as she stared me down, weighing her options; does she shove me aside and dash out of here, or will she stay, and see where this interaction takes us?

Unceremoniously, her rage deflated, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why didn’t you want to commit to me? Why did you choose to cheat on me when you knew I was ready to settle down and make a proper life with you?”

She shook her head, “I already told you; it didn’t have anything to do with you, I was scared.” 

“Scared of what?”

“Losing you.” 

I just stared at her.

Fay sighed, “It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy when you’re as reckless as me, Oli. Sometimes it’s just simpler to ruin a good thing, before the good thing has a chance to ruin you first.” I was suddenly incredibly dizzy, needing to sit down, to steady myself. So, I made my way back to the sofa, and buried my numb face in my hands as she continued talking, “But losing you made me see very clearly that it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and I knew I needed to change, and I would do anything to undo the damage I’ve—” 

“You were scared of losing something worth having.” I heard myself say somewhere in the distance, my numbness spreading, echoing the words I’d forced out of Alice some time ago, realising Alice suffered from the same type of fears that had ruled Fay in her deepest moments of betrayal. 

No wonder I had problems trusting Alice. 

I noticed the weight shift on the sofa as Fay sat back down, “Yes, but I’m different now. I’ve grown so much, and I’ve just been waiting, and hoping, I’d get a chance to show you. I don’t want to be that woman anymore; I don’t want to be someone who hurts you.” There was a short pause before her voice settled into something quieter, smaller, as she bargained with the reality of things, “Please tell me you were lying, please tell me there’s no one else. It’s okay if you just wanted to hurt me back, I deserve it.”

I released a long breath, feeling completely defeated. 

When I finally raised my head to looked at Fay, I barely recognised the woman in front of me. She’d been the villain in my story for so long, but now when I knew why she’d done such terrible things, I just saw her for the broken woman she’d always been, desperate to reunite with the man she believed was destined for her. The sight made me hurt in a brand new way, and I couldn’t help but take pity.

“I didn’t find someone else to hurt you, Fay. It just happened. I moved on.” My tone was soft, but still sounded far away as I didn’t quite feel like I was in this world anymore.

Fay started shaking her head frantically, taking hold of my hand again. 

Only this time I held it back.

I watched as her world crumbled, clutching my fingers as her last lifeline, and for a moment she was reduced to the lost woman I’d fallen in love with a lifetime ago; so hurt herself, that she didn’t know how to not hurt others.

But I was crumbling too, the reanimated corpse inside me wanting nothing more than to comfort that version of Fay, to take comfort in her, despite the searing pain from the knife she’d lodged in me, “There were so many times I wanted to text you back, Fay, or call, or wished I could just hold you. I wanted things to be different so badly, but it’s too late. You and me, we can never—”

I hadn’t realised how close her face already was to mine when she leaned in. 

I knew I shouldn’t let it happen, but every fibre in my body was at war with itself as some overpowering, invisible, force made it feel inevitable in my current, weakened state. Possessed, I took solace in the woman, the monster, I’d spent so many days and nights wishing every horror imaginable upon. And while I knew it didn’t actually mean anything, that it was more of a goodbye than anything else — a final kiss to close a chapter that was long overdue — none of that knowledge made our lips connecting any less explosive. 

My heart ached, breaking all over, speeding up by the second. I wanted to shover her off me, pull her into my lap and see how quickly I could unlace her corset, gouge the fucking eyes out of her vile, demonic head.

Feel her nails dig into my back as I make her—

So, I did the only thing I could do; I broke away.

Flustered, our laboured breaths mingled as I came back to my body.

“You’re going on in a bit, aren’t you?” Fay asked seductively, sounding like a siren in the night.

I nodded through the haze, but I quickly frowned as it hit me what manipulation strings she’d pre-emptively planned to pull tonight.

You see, during the year we dated she’d always come with me to every gig. And like clockwork, she’d made sure we were alone the hour leading up to it, determined to get me off. It became a game, sometimes pushing it a bit too close, to the point that I’d on numerous occasions would still be out of breath as I ran up on stage, or my erection not fully having time to settle.

She’d told me she liked doing it for a variety of reasons, mainly the risk of it, or that she liked helping me relax before a show.

But I knew the real reason. 

It was no secret that the crowds who attended our shows were full of women who wants to fuck me. And despite how insistent Fay was that she didn’t feel threatened, I knew her jealousy and possessiveness of me ran just as deep as my own.

Even though being sexually satisfied before all my performances watered them down a bit, I knew it settled something in her — made her feel more secure — so I indulged her, and let it become our thing. 

And it’s not like I didn’t enjoy every moment of it.

But seeing her kneel before me now, hurrying to position herself between my legs, reaching for my zipper as she looked up at me with those hungry, black eyes, providing me the perfect view of the delicious things her tight garment was doing to her chest, I understood immediately the true reason she’d insisted on seeing me before the gig, instead of after as we’d originally agreed.

While my body reacted as if no time had passed, with blood promptly rushing to my dick, my heart felt the knife of betrayal twist by the games she was still playing in order to get what she wanted. 

So, I removed her hands, and stood up, taking long strides for the door, violently swinging it open. 

“Leave.” I spat, panting with rage and unwanted sexual frustration as I held the door wide open for her.

The boiling fury and hurt emanating off her were tangible as she slowly got up off the floor, eyes seething with the true nature of how Fay reacts when she doesn’t get her way. 

Brushing herself off, she straightened, adorning herself with a freshly woven exterior made of steel as she crossed the room, her emotions having changed so drastically I fleetingly wondered if any of it had been real.

Right before she was about to cross the threshold, I spoke up, causing her icy, piercing eyes to pin me, “You and me, we’re a lot alike, Fay, but I’m nowhere near as fucking selfish as you.” 

She huffed out a breath of disbelief, “When are you gonna stop lying to yourself, Oli?”

I slammed the door shut as soon as she’d stepped out, pacing the large space as hot tears ran down my face, raking my hands through my hair, regretting the meeting in its entirety.

I’d just wanted her to stop haunting me, to get out of my life, out of my head — out of my fears and trust issues — so I could put her behind me. I wanted her and all the problems she’d left me with to somehow make sense. But instead, I had a sinking feel I’d just injected myself with yet another dose of poison, which was currently coursing through my system, wreaking havoc on my thoughts and feelings.

Stopped by the mirror I’d used to get ready by earlier, I wiped at my lips, getting rid of her lipstick still present on my mouth, feeling tainted, used, despite having participated in it. The act of kissing her feeling more like an act of betrayal on my part in the wake of the event, rather than the closure it had masqueraded as while swept up in the moment.

The regret was deep, immediate, and uncomfortable.

It didn’t matter that Alice wasn’t ready to commit to me, it didn’t matter that Alice had kissed Mat just the other day. All reasons and excused fell away, and only one truth remained; I had committed to Alice, to the journey of becoming a better version of myself, for her, and instead I’d let myself be sucked back into Fay’s world — instead, I’d let my trust issues deepen, when I’d set out to resolve them. All because of my reckless, selfish, needs to confront my past, with no consideration for the fallout.

Alice’s emotionless expression as I closed the door flashed before my eyes, bringing me back to last night when she’d so bravely let me see new parts of her, letting herself be vulnerable, and showing me she cares in her own way. Then my mind wandered to Mat, who had been anxiously distracting himself all day, dreading the mere notion that Fay will be under the same roof as him.

Was Fay right, am I just as selfish as her?

Was my quest for answers from my past just another tick on the long list of things that only caused distress to the people that matter to me? 

I just wanted to be a better man, but right now, I felt more lost than ever.

Wondering if trusting someone, and stop endlessly doubting and testing people, was simply too much to ask of someone as selfish as myself.

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Fall Into Me

(Set after Sonic 3 - Alternate Ending)

Defeated, world-weary, and impossibly lost, Shadow allows himself to be taken back into G.U.N custody. While they decide his fate, he is housed in a secret facility hidden deep in the heart of one of the country's National Parks. Still reeling from the heartbreaks that have shaped his life, Shadow never expected to find the closest thing to a home he'd known in over fifty years.

Pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x Original Female Character

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Chapter Two

Deep inside The Hill, in one of its darkest corners, there were a series of small, bare rooms. Square, compact, and composed entirely of metal and white brick, these rooms were multipurpose, a utilitarian space to be repurposed over and over again, no matter the requirement.

Tonight, one had been transformed into an interrogation room.

At least, that’s what it looked like to Kit. She’d watched a lot of television during her time on Earth, including a considerable number of terrible detective shows. The format was instantly recognisable, there was always an interrogation in a dark room whenever a new person of interest was brought in.

She could see into the room from the hallway. The glass wall was fractured and malleable so that the scientists could switch its sheen as they desired. Usually, the rooms were blacked out in order to provide privacy and peace for those working within. Tonight, Kit could see in, but Shadow would not be able to see out.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Shadow had been seated at a small table in the centre of the room. He was flanked by two soldiers, a different pair than the ones that had brought him here. They were keeping a safe yet watchful distance, she was sure.

Shadow’s bound hands rested on the table. Kit watched as Iris, one of the head scientists, leaned in close to examine the cuffs that now encompassed his inhibitor rings. Almost subconsciously, she reached across and fiddled with the ring on her left wrist.

This was not how she imagined events would unfold.

The news of Shadow’s arrival had sent a shiver of excitement through the base. In the few hours that had lapsed since then, The Hill’s scientists had been prepping their labs and collating any and all relevant data at their disposal.

The soldiers whispered to each other, turning their heads in towards their shoulders so that they could not be overheard. They exchanged horror stories, rumours passed on from friends-of-a-friend.

Yesterday evening, Lisa had found Kit down by the stream, and had sat down beside her as she explained what this meant for her, for all of them.

Though her tone had been calm and serious as she explained the gravity of Shadow’s arrival, Kit couldn’t ignore that rush of excitement that burst in her chest. Finally, someone like her, someone else not of this world. It hardly mattered that the humans seemed unusually tense and that today, at least seven people had stopped to warn her about this dangerous, otherly creature.

But now, standing here in the dark, in the middle of the night, Kit couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in her belly.

She couldn’t help expressing her surprise, her confusion, when she saw him. This was the Ultimate Lifeform? The reports she had poured over spoke of a rage-torn force unlike anything seen before, a living weapon driven half-mad by grief. This was the ruthless, relentless creature she had been warned about? The monster who’d tried to destroy her adopted home?

Kit watched how he allowed Iris to tug at his bracers, check his eyes, his ears, and let her ask question after question, though he didn’t once answer anything she put to him. Shadow didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he just stared into the middle distance, his burning red eyes blank and unseeing.

Kit let out a long breath, trying to ease the queasiness in her belly. This was not going to be easy.

Her left ear twitched, then swivelled fully to face the corridor. She could hear footfalls reverberating through concrete long before any actual sound reached her. By now, she knew the pattern and rhythm of every single person in The Hill by their footsteps alone.

Lisa.

She rested a comforting hand on the small of Kit’s back, then waved to Iris through the window, forgetting that her colleague could not see her.

“How much longer?” Kit asked.

“Give it a few more minutes. They’re just checking the bracers.” Lisa looked down at her with raised eyebrows. “Patience could be the difference between you and a hospital bed.”

Kit hummed, trying to express agreement, though in all honesty, her impatience was threatening to get the better of her.

Shadow’s arrival meant a lot to her, to everyone at The Hill. Lisa could get answers she’d been searching her whole life for. Sorely underfunded work spanning decades would finally gain traction. There was a buzz in the air, a spark of something new and different and exciting.

“He doesn’t say much, does he?” Lisa said.

Kit smiled to herself. Selfish as it was, she couldn’t help feeling exhilarated.

Above all else, Shadow’s arrival meant she wouldn’t be alone anymore. There was finally someone who looked like her, someone else other, someone who knew what it was like to find themself on another planet with nothing and no one. This was the chance she’d been hoping for. This was her ticket home.

“How was your session today?”

“Hm?”

”Did you practice what we worked on yesterday?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”

Kit couldn’t even attempt to feign interest. She let the grin that had been threatening to spill out all night finally take over.

“Did you see the look on his face? He has the power of the Black Arms in his DNA, he tried to destroy this planet, and I flattened him - whammo!”

She swung her fist, as if uppercutting an invisible adversary.

Kit knew it was inappropriate, but it felt good to finally stretch her legs and put all her hard work and practise into use. All it had taken was a flick of her wrist, and the most powerful being on the planet was on his back. You could get addicted to a power like that. It could go to your head and bore a hole there, until it was all you could do to stop yourself reaching for it again.

She couldn’t take all the credit. Lisa’s bracers did most of the work. Disconnecting Shadow from his powers seemed like a drastic step at first, but after pouring through the footage of his rampage across Earth, Kit wondered if it might be worth asking Iris to double check the cuffs snapped around his wrists.

Then again, he hadn’t put up much of a fight. Since his failed attempt to make a break for it, Shadow hadn’t shown any sign of dissent or anger. In fact, he hadn’t expressed any emotion at all. He just stared straight ahead, letting the humans do what they wanted to him, his burning eyes piercing a hole through the glass that separated him from Kit.

“He should be punching holes through the walls but he’s just… Sitting there.”

An ungodly power, catatonic but volatile, subdued but brimming with a potential energy that scared Kit. A small part of her feared Shadow was only here because he’d allowed himself to be. But another voice warned of something else.

She had seen the dullness in his eyes and felt no resistance when he was knocked flat. Perhaps it was just that he didn’t care anymore. What else could they take from him?

Kit looked up at her keeper.

“Do you think he’s hungry?”

Lisa sighed.

“You remember what we talked about?”

“Lisa-”

“I know you’re excited, but he’s dangerous.”

Kit grinned.

“That’s half the excitement.”

“You have a job to do, Kit. He won’t be able to help us unless he trusts you.”

“I know, I know…”

Kit looked back at the boxy little room they’d led their new friend to.

“It’s just… I don’t know, I didn’t expect him to look so…”

She trailed off for want of a better word.

Shadow’s blank expression concerned her. Her job was simple in theory. Perhaps she had overestimated just how straightforward it would be.

It was only when Iris ran her hand up his arm and over his shoulder that Shadow finally showed any sign that he was even conscious. His lip curled back in a snarl, revealing one gleaming white fang, subtle but unquestionably clear.

Iris stepped back. She’d pushed it too far, but he still didn’t move. Shadow’s face settled back into that blank stare, unseeing and unfeeling.

“Lost,” Lisa finished for her.

“Yes.” Kit’s mouth twisted into a frown. “Will he help us?”

“That’s down to you. But yes, I think he will. Given time.”

Kit furled and unfurled her fingers at her sides, feeling the warmth of her power seep through her blood.

Her own bracers were switched off for now. She could feel her full potential nagging at her, pricking her fingertips, begging to be unleashed. Though she felt strong, it concerned her that Lisa thought she might need to use it.

Iris left the room but the soldiers remained. Silently, they flattened their backs to the wall behind Shadow, their eyes locked on him, their arms crossed over their broad chests. Both of them were armed, a gun at either side of their hips.

Iris motioned to Lisa before she headed off down the corridor, most likely to bed. It had long since passed midnight. The entire base was starting to settle in for the night, resting tired legs, washing away the day, cosying up under thick blankets.

It was icy cold in The Hill at night. Kit had pulled on one of Lisa’s old jackets before she left her room. She wondered briefly if Shadow was cold.

A hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present.

“They’re ready for you now.”

Kit tapped the toe of her black combat boot against the door, asking to be let in. As she waited for one of the soldiers to come, she adjusted the two trays she’d grabbed from the cafeteria at the last minute. She hardly had the stomach to eat, but she wanted to be welcoming.

One of the guards, the taller of the two, opened the door for her. In a gruff, low voice, he warned her to be careful, but Kit barely heard him.

Shadow’s ruby-red eyes followed her every move as she approached the table, burning like fire, cutting through the gloom.

His hands still rested on the table, his bracers safely attached to the gold rings that limited his powers.

Though he was barefoot, they’d allowed him to keep his gloves. Kit’s ear twitched at the subtle sound of friction, leather against leather, and knew without looking that he’d rolled his hands into tight fists, though his face gave nothing away.

Kit kept her own expression neutral as she took the seat opposite his. Being careful not to touch him, she placed the two trays down between them, making sure to nudge Shadow’s towards him so that he’d know it was for him.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you a little of everything.”

With a sigh, Kit leaned back in her chair and watched him watch her.

He really was as frightening as they said he would be. An unnerving, silent force of pure energy and rage. Arrogance had clouded her judgement, just because she held all the cards didn’t mean that Shadow wasn’t an imposing presence.

She waited. He watched.

Finally, Kit leaned forward and picked up a bread roll from her tray and began to split it in two with her thumbs.

“You should eat. The cafeteria is closed for the night. You won’t get another chance until breakfast.”

She lowered her gaze to her work, heart pounding. To take her eyes off Shadow felt like holding her hand between the open jaws of a crocodile, and it seemed to take an age before she raised her head again.

He didn’t move. Shadow’s expression didn’t even shift. He just stared into her, past her, through her.

Kit reached for her tray again and laid the roll down, separating the two halves so that she could slather them in butter.

“I’ve read all about you. I’ve seen what you did,” Kit said, changing tact. “None of that matters here. You don’t have to be afraid.”

The tiny butter packets she’d grabbed before she left the cafeteria were cold and firm, so she warmed one in the palm of her hand while she waited for Shadow to respond.

”You should eat, you must be starving.”

Still nothing.

With another sigh, Kit set about making the sandwich she’d been waiting for all night. She’d been too nervous to eat earlier, her stomach had twisted and clenched every time she thought about this very moment. Now, she was starving, but the burning red eyes before her, and the pair watching intently through the glass behind her, made it difficult to keep her hands steady.

She looked up at Shadow, offering him a small smile.

“Are you always this taciturn?”

When he still said nothing, Kit shook her head.

“Look, I get it. It’s difficult to adjust; I’ve been through it all myself. You’re in a strange place, it’s cold and dark, and humans are so funny looking… I’m here to make things easier for you.”

“By slamming me into the ground?”

The sound of his voice made Kit’s heart thud. It was low and sonorous, and calmer than she had anticipated. She had to fight the instinct to flatten her ears back against her head.

“Well, you tried to run. And that, I’m afraid, is the one rule here.” Kit tilted her head to the side and shot him a grin. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Shadow just stared right back, unblinking.

Kit took a bite of her sandwich then sat back in the chair again. Her uneasiness had started to ebb now that he’d finally spoken. The anticipation had been broken, now it was just her and the bioengineered creature that tried to destroy her adopted home.

Shadow’s gaze finally slipped away from her, first down to the food in front of him, then to the soldiers who still stood to attention behind him. He seemed equally unimpressed with both.

“Where is here?”

Monotone and calm, his voice reminded Kit of the cello music that Lisa liked to play while she was working, low notes that would softly rise and fall, steady and subtle, like the swell of the ocean, like the sound of someone breathing.

“The area is called Montana. You’re in the heart of the Glacier National Park.”

“This is not a G.U.N. facility.”

“No, they handed you over to us. Just temporarily, while they work out what to do with you. Until then, you’re our guest.”

Finally, Shadow showed some emotion. He huffed, nose wrinkling. It made the red arches by his eyes fall and rise.

He held up his hands, palms flat to her, and twisted his wrists to show the bracers that encased his inhibitor rings, then he slid his hands off the table to settle them in his lap.

The soldiers behind him immediately tensed. One even took a tentative step forward but Kit subtly shook her head at him.

“Yes,” Shadow said. “I feel very welcome.”

“You’ll get used to them. They only buzz like that when they’re switched on.”

She raised her own hands and showed him her palms, then the backs of her hands, just as he had. The same heavy, brass rings were clasped around her own wrists, though hers were switched off.

The negative charge that ran through them could make your teeth ache at first. It rattled through cartilage and bone, finding every divot and socket until whatever power flowed through you was stamped out.

Shadow’s eyes followed her hands as they rested on the table for a moment, then reached for her sandwich again.

“So what is this place?” he asked quietly.

Kit shrugged.

“It doesn’t really have a name. Everyone just calls it The Hill or ‘base’. It’s a research centre.”

“A research centre needs soldiers?”

”A lot of sensitive work goes on here. Plenty of people would love to get their hands on what the scientists are working on.”

This was all regurgitated information, a brief version of the explanation Kit was given when she first arrived. It was late, there would be more time to explain later, though she didn’t think for a second that Shadow actually cared about The Hill or the work that went on here.

Shadow crossed his arms.

Again, the soldiers behind him tensed. One let his hand drop to his hip.

It was an empty threat. They were under strict instructions not to hurt Shadow, he was far too valuable, too expensive. Kit wondered if they’d even be able to make a mark on him if they tried. He was a force to be reckoned with, with or without his powers.

“And you are… Their pet?”

Kit felt her rehearsed resolve slowly fade away. Her confidence evaporated, along with her easygoing smile. He’d taken aim, hit a nerve - bullseye. And he knew it.

Kit jutted her chin to try and summon back some of her poise, but it was too late. He’d seen a side to her she hadn’t wanted to reveal, not yet; irritation, a flicker of anger.

“I’m a guest too.”

There would be more time tomorrow for a better, more intricate explanation, but tonight, all Shadow needed was the basics.

His ubiquitous scowl never once wavered as he looked her up and down. Kit tried not to appear as uncomfortable as she felt under his gaze.

“I’ve never seen anyone like you,” he said at last.

“You’ve never seen a fennec?”

Kit polished off the last of her sandwich and reached for the apple off his tray, since he wasn’t going to eat it.

“No, I guess you wouldn’t’ve. There's a whole galaxy of people out there, all shapes and sizes. Do you have any questions for me before we move on?”

Shadow nodded towards her ears.

“Can you pick up radio signals with those things?”

Kit shot him a look.

“Questions about the base.”

What little amusement Shadow had shown at his own joke slipped away, and his expression settled back into contempt and apathy.

“When can I leave?”

“Why, do you have somewhere to be?”

Another shot across the bow.

Kit raised her eyebrows, waiting for a response, anything. She wanted to see what would happen if he was pushed, if when cornered, Shadow was just as dangerous as people said he was. He was supposed to be a fighter, but that spark seemed to have been extinguished. She’d have to see to that.

“Come on,” Kit said. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

Flanked by the two soldiers, she led Shadow down winding, spartan hallways, pointing out various important areas along the way - the cafeteria, the mess, the elevators. There would be time for a proper tour tomorrow, but she thought Shadow might feel a little more relaxed if he had some basic knowledge of his surroundings.

At last, they came to the dormitories. Corridor after corridor lead off in every possible direction, each lined with countless doors. The room given to Shadow was right at the end, the last room to be assigned on this corridor.

”I’ll come by in the morning,” Kit said as she twisted the door handle and pushed it open. ”Not too early, don’t worry. I like to sleep in.”

Shadow said nothing. He just stared emptily into the dark room before him.

Kit glanced between him, the open door, and the two soldiers standing watch just a few feet away.

When Lisa had pulled her aside yesterday evening and told her in hushed, excited whispers about this assignment, Kit didn’t know what to feel. The idea had been too ephemeral to fully comprehend at the time, and now here she was, standing so close to this force of nature, or rather, the product of an act against it.

He really was terrifying, even shackled, silent, and completely powerless. He was at her mercy, and yet Kit felt like a kid playing with matches.

She was to be his guide, his confidant. Gaining his trust had seemed impossible yesterday, now she wondered if there was any point even trying.

But Lisa was always right, and if she thought it was possible to talk Shadow round, then it must be. Though now, warily watching Shadow as if he were a firework that could go off at any moment, Kit wasn’t sure how long she keep up this pretence of control.

“Tomorrow, I’ll show you where you can get some food and then we can take a walk around the base. If you need me before then, my room is just a few doors down. Number 736. And let me know if there’s anything you’d like for your room. We tried to make it comfortable for you but just ask if there’s anything else you need.”

Shadow stared into the gloom. The warm glow from the hallway lit up the furniture: a bed and a desk, a cabinet and a small table to eat at. There were warm blankets on the chair, a rug on the floor, and books on every shelf. A home from home, though not like any he’d ever known.

“This is an odd kind of confinement,” Shadow said quietly, almost to himself.

“You’re not under arrest, Shadow. You can go wherever you want, you can do whatever you want to do. There are no bars, no handcuffs, no expectations… So long as you follow the rules, you’ll do fine. You could be happy here. This is a good place. And the woods are beautiful. I’ll show you tomorrow.”

“And is that your role here, fox? Tour guide?”

“I’m your keeper.”

Shadow turned his head, nose wrinkled in derision.

“And what does that mean exactly?”

The dreaded question.

He had this way of looking at her, so intense and steady. It made Kit feel like he could see straight through her. With a gaze like that, lying to him seemed fruitless.

Honesty teetered on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill forward and reveal that she had absolutely no clue what being his keeper meant. She had no idea what she was doing, but if she let that slip, if Shadow knew that she was way out of her depth, then she would be a goner, and everything Lisa and her colleagues had been working towards would be over.

“It means I’m supposed to look out for you,” she said, which was at least how she’d come to interpret her role. “And to make sure you don’t run off.”

“Nothing can stop me when I want something.”

“Well, I can be very persistent.”

Shadow looked her up and down again, sizing her up, making a hundred calculations in a split second. He was working her out, pinpointing any weaknesses and planning a way out of here. But the bracers were heavy on his wrists, a cold, constant reminder of his circumstances.

“I don’t doubt that,” he said.

With another huff and a disdainful look, he went into his room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Stunned, it took Kit a few moments to gather herself.

Her ears twitched against her will. She could hear Shadow moving around inside the room, picking things up and dropping them back down again carelessly, opening cupboard doors, peering curiously into the en suite, then the rustle of bedsheets.

It took one of the soldiers gruffly calling her name to bring her back to the present.

Clutching her borrowed jacket tighter around her body, Kit poked the door with her forefinger.

“Sweet dreams,” she said, then rolled her eyes. “Asshole.”

Kit thanked the soldiers, then went to bed, her mind whirring and whirling from all that she’d seen.

When at last she slept, she dreamt restlessly of a dark room and a pair of terrifying, wonderful scarlet eyes.

//

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Thirteen x Reader: March Prompt/Day 5 Spring

Prompt list/available prompt requests here, making a fic everyday of march

“MC… Oi, MC, breakfasts ready.”

Soft padding footfalls… creek, click

…

Fine, time to get up. With a groan you slowly sat up, just letting the quilt and sheets slide off you. The time difference between the Devildom and the human world always threw you for a loop. With a long yawn you stretched, hearing things pop and crack.

Already you could hear some scuffling from downstairs, so you opted to shuffle towards the closet and get dressed, you were far too groggy for their nonsense just yet.

“MC, you better get down quick or Mammon’s going to open your package.”

Package? “What?”

…

Seems he already left. Fine your curiosity was piqued, you could deal with chaos now. You rushed getting ready, quickly hopping down those steps. In the living room, on the coffee table before the couch was a big box, with a letter on top of it addressed to you. Weird, A. you hadn’t ordered anything and B. you and the brothers had only been here for a week so you doubted any mail addressed to you could already have been rerouted to here, or dropped off by your friend so… Just what was this? Mammon practically hovered over the thing, while Satan rested in a lounge chair reading, Belphie napped on the couch. You chose to ignore the scuffle between Lucifer, Beelzebub and Asmo in the kitchen, instead examining the box.

“Yo, what ‘cha got?” The demon’s eyes sparkled, before he could continue Satan bumped the top of his head with the book the forth born was just reading as he got up.

“Leave MC be.”

“Ey! What’s so wrong about askin’!?”

… And while those two began to squabble you picked up the letter.

Odd, didn’t feel like there was much inside. You couldn’t help but smile though, this was the perfect opportunity to break out your girlfriend’s present. An odd one for her, it seeming more tame at a glance, Little All-in-One Life Saver Number Seven, simply a multipurpose tool like the one she made to make making traps easier and faster without having the need for a large tool box. It was a bit more versatile than the average one though like with the mini flame thrower function, and it just so happened to have a rather sharp letter/box opener blade.

“Thank you Little All-in-One Life Saver Number Seven.” And with that it was oh so simple to open the envelope.

… “Huh.”

The pair of demon settled, instead now perching themselves on your shoulders looking to the note. ‘open outside’ was all that could be read. You shrugged your shoulders going to take the box out front with a pair of followers in tow asking what exactly this is. The box had a good heft to it, but not so much that you couldn’t carry it for a minuet.

It was dropped with a thud a few paces away from the front door. Then, kneeling before it, you began to slice at the tap-

“WWWHHHHAAAAAAAA”

“MC!”

Wind crashing, footing lost, vision blurred and spinning, your panicked screaming would have continued, however even while being tossed into the air, it died down hearing that dreamy cackle.

“PERFECT, YES! MISS SPRING SPRUNG NUMBER FIVE WORKED PERFECTLY!”

“THIRTEEN!”

“Hey darling~!”

A squealing laughter escaped you as you were held tight and close, a kiss pressed to your cheek.

“Uh, thirteen, THIRTEEN!”

“Hold on tight!”

You did just that, instinct taking over too terrified to look as you came crashing down, burrowing your face into her shoulder.

“WAH!” One, two, three bounces back into the air, the next much shorter than the other till finally it stopped.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You sat up, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart, giving Thirteen a moment to fix her now completely disheveled hair. The pair of you sat on a large trampoline. Like the mansion it was near town but far enough that should magical transgressions happen it shouldn’t be too noticeable, like a giant trampoline in a forest, or a pair of people flying through the air.

“I have to admit, when you said you’d take me out for breakfast I assumed you’d somehow teleport me back to the Devildom or something.”

“And make you miss being back in the human world? No way!” Thirteen helped you to your feet, keeping you steady as you refound your footing and when the nausea hit you.

Soon you managed to get to the rode side and took the bus merrily chatting away about the goings on of the past few days. About how Mephisto was thinking of following this impromptu vacation of Diavolo’s to do an article of the spring festival or how just yesterday Diavolo and Mammon almost blew up the mansion.

It was nice getting to be with Thirteen again, feeding one another bites of Dutch pancakes and lingonberry crepes, beside the window watching as people walked by, a twinge of pride as people looked your way that such a gorgeous, smart, and kind woman was your partner, cheeks getting flushed realizing people were probably also noticing the dark red clean lipstick mark on your cheek. It was so nice.

Walking hand in hand through the park watching as a stage and decorations were being set up something just dawned on you. Leaves beginning to bud on trees, flowers and grass pocking out of the melting snow, this changing, shifting, this in-between, life and death in love, that was something that made being here truly special, something the Devildom or Celestial realm could ever have.

“Hmm? MC?” You didn’t let go of her hand, crouching down, plucking one of those blooms. You held it up to her, the little white bell like blossoms made more a lovely contrast against the sunset that was her hair. She smiled, calling you cute as you tucked it behind her ear.

“Absolutely lovely.” Tenderly your fingers traced down her ear, and across the jaw till landing on her chin.

Your trance was interrupted hearing yelling in the distance. “Oh, it’s those brothers. They’re probably looking for you.”

“Want to join us, my room’s a little too big for just me.”

Yes! You got an amused chuckle out of her. “You know what, sure.”

“Perfect! Now let’s go find them before they go tearing down the place.”

[longiflorums]

#brewedtask 1: loft moodboard

i. multipurpose dining table / hosting area / staging area for recipe photos ii. dog-eared recipe notebook and food diary, scribbled bilingually in english and korean iii. a place to sleep (and scroll ig reels and make yourself order hot pot delivery at 2 am) iv. bathroom amenities v. bug. will you squash it, or trap it under a cup and set it free outside? vi. kitchen appliances stored beneath the countertop because we make do with limited space! vii. corkboard by entryway with receipts to various restaurants, reminders, and mementos viii. translation workspace (note: never tidy. ever.) ix. herbs, the only plants she can keep alive

[rikiws]

SWEET NOTHINGS (LITERALLY). ꩜

▸ non-idol!riki x gn!reader ┆ mutual (and very oblivious) pining [fluff]

꩜ When you find a pack of your favourite gummies on your desk and a sticky-note with a little heart on it, relentless teasing from your friends is probably about to be the end of you. But a certain someone seems to be making it much, much worse. .ᐟ feat. eunchae of lsrfm and danielle of nwjns!!!

. . . under the cut ⊹ (0.5k - words)

"These reminded me of you, I hope you like them Ps: I think you're really cute :) Love, ᰔ" A heart. They put a heart too. And you have no idea who it even is.

Standing at the corner of your desk, your eyes transfixed and re-reading the small blue post-it-note stuck to your table, and right beside was a small packet of your favourite gummies. The person even went through the trouble to get your favourite flavour: strawberry. You had a pack of those nearly every day, for sustenance, quick energy, moral support, it was pretty multipurpose. But the fact that this time it wasn't you who bought them, but someone else- a someone else that you specifically didn't even know, that was crazy.

Safe to say, you were so caught up in your own thoughts, you failed to notice your two friends frantically waving their hands right in your face.

"Earth to Y/N? You've been standing there for like 5- OHMYGOSHWHATISTHATDOYOUHAVEANADMIRER?!"

"Eunchae, you're lucky I could understand that." Danielle spoke up, and the two almost immediately started bickering. Thank god you didn't have to explain yourself anymore- nope. Nevermind. They went right back to staring at you, and they looked pretty expectant.

"Listen, I have no idea who it is-" "Ooo~ it's a mystery guy huh?" "It's not like that-" "Yes the hell it is?" You didn't bother to respond. Your friends were beyond help: giggling and pointing at you like 7th graders. You were just about ready to start fighting them 2-on-1 until you heard a voice that most definitely did not belong to any of the three of you. "What happened?"

You turned yourself around and Oh good god. It was Nishimura Riki. The giggles only grew louder behind you once your friends noticed too, and you could feel your cheeks grow warm all of a sudden. God was he cute, and he's in front of you right now, like talking to you, he even asked you a question! Wait- he asked you a question. "Well, er-" "Y/N over here got some sweets from her secret admirer~" "God, they even picked out Y/N's favourite flavour! It's 'kinda thoughtful" Your friends spoke over your stammering, going on-and-on about how cute the gesture was. How the admirer must be such a cute guy. In all honesty, you agreed too. It was really cute. Something you failed to notice however, was the sudden nervousness in Riki's demeanour. His hand bashfully went up to the back of his neck, and he blurted out, "Oh It's nothing, really. I just walked by the store and-" The four of you went quiet. Riki stopped, you could see the gears turn in his head until he realised what he just said. And you could most definitely hear the sirens blaring in his head when his eyes suddenly widened. "Oh no... I left my homework in...the...bathroom. I'll see you guys later! Bye Y/N!" Riki disappeared nearly as quickly as he appeared, and you swore your cheeks were on fire or something now. You stood there in silence, eyes now glued to the door the boy had just sprinted out of. Quietly, a voice, nearly a whisper sounded from behind you: Danielle's. "Oh wow..." You couldn't have said it any better.

A/N : please ignore how I added extra stuff, I literally pulled out this blurb in like 30 minutes and am way too indecisive to just leave it be (҂◡_◡)

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[anazimed]

Multipurpose Operating Table

Multipurpose Operating Table is designed such that all movements are manipulated from head control ooperating table.It provide comfort positions so that doctors can perform various surgeries and incorporates detachable foot section.And hand wheel regulate back section and leg section movement.Oil pump controls the ascending and decending movement of the table.

[wolfpants]

Tucked between a greasy spoon caf and an empty retail space with boarded-up windows, Chariot Books makes absolutely no secret of the fact it’s a gay bookshop. It’s small, but mighty; Sirius and his business partner Fabian have only had it for a couple of years, and before then, their business had run out of both their flats, a mail order service that kept Sirius’s home stuffed full of boxes and paperwork. A clandestine but well-oiled machine, Harry always thought. Sirius took great pride in it too, always seemed to be working, always seemed to be taking delivery of a new title or import from San Francisco or somewhere else Harry has never been to.

Harry still remembers the day they opened, this tiny shop with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, wire rotating stands full of paperbacks, posters and notices tacked to the walls wherever there’s space, advertising everything from poetry readings to weekly interest group meetings to helpline and crisis information.

A riot of colour. A riot of community.

Back then, Harry had been fresh out of secondary school in the suburbs, wandering aimlessly toward UCL and a psychology degree he’s still not entirely sure he wants, two years down the line.

He’d gotten the train to London with his dad. A multipurpose visit: to catch up with his godfather, his dad’s oldest friend, and to visit the halls of residence for university because his dad wanted to sus them out before committing.

Nothing like my place at Cambridge, he’d said with an approving, delighted laugh as they looked around the common room together with its vending machines full of pop and crisps and sweets, and the groups of casually dressed kids listening to American pop music on a portable record player set up on one of the plastic dining tables. And later that night, before they went back home to Surrey, the launch party for the shop: Harry staring up at the pink triangle on the sign above the door and feeling a huge sense of pride and admiration for his favourite relative in the world, who had finally made it all happen, after all those years.

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Today I got to visit one of my favourite bookshops in the world - Gay's The Word - the shop Chariot Books in Pages of You is based. It's a gem of a place, rich with history, with an amazing stock of LGBTQ literature, erotica, and nonfiction. I spent an enormous amount of time researching its history for this fic, my first ever Drarry fic. I haven't been back since before I even conceived that fic, so getting to browse the shelves today was amazing for me! So joyous to see places like this stand the test of time and display their legacy so proudly.