#and there are many parts of me to touch you have your choice 💕

[m3lin03]

Razor's grip - part 6

A/n: Hello, hello! I put a lot of effort in trying to make the chapters longer and I still feel as if the story moves too slow, but I'm doing my best. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well, sorry for any mistakes I didn't notice! 💖💕

Summary: Getting the independence you crave proves to be more difficult than you thought, sacrifices need to be done. But, what will you do if the sacrifice is your very being?

characters: Sylus, the twins, non-mc, a slight glimpse of mc, Philip

warnings: blood, mental health issues, violence, guns, throwing up

word count: 2771

other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

The tablet in his hands showed the girl fighting against the wanderers. Her moves were sharp, cool and calculated. It almost looked like she was floating around. Nothing touched her as her blows dealt so much damage in the vulnerable spots of those hideous beings that were after her. The man beside her was more of an accessory than anything, a tool for her victory, as she resonated with him, flashes of lights appearing.

Another victory for her, another day when he yearned for her presence beside him.

Even though something didn’t quite click. Something was strange, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Sylus looked at the watch on his wrist, a sigh passing his lips softly. The twins were supposed to be here with you like fifteen minutes ago. For a few moments, thoughts about accidents, ambushes cross his mind, but they are suddenly interrupted by loud laughs and bustling. He did mention them to assure that you are in a good mood, didn’t cross his mind that this will lead to the scene unfolding in front of him: the twins wearing cartoon crowns made of happy meal boxes, Luke holding two yellow balloon dogs, as Kieran was holding a pink balloon flamingo and a giraffe. Then there was you, a bag containing a fourth happy meal in one hand, three toys in the other, pink crown on your head, a sheepish smile blooming on your face.

“Sorry for being late, boss. It was crowded”, Luke says, almost preparing to be reprimanded for his lack of punctuality.

You slowly approach and hand him the happy meal. Even if you looked sorry, the smile on your face didn’t let itself be erased.

Good.

“You can go now”, is all he tells the twins.

Now that you were alone with him, the embarrassment was a little worse. After all, you were late because you wanted the three toys in your arms. The chicken burger was definitely an important bonus.

Sylus motions towards the chair next to him and you comply, setting on the coffee table the figurines. You watch his eyes analyze them in slight disbelief, before turning to you. His red gaze had a sparkle of amusement that almost spelled ‘really?’. You watch his hands grab an envelope from his jacket and offer it to you. Your fingers slightly touch his. Inside of the envelope was a card.

“What’s this?”

“A bank card, of course”, Sylus answers, almost rolling his eyes.

“Oh, thank you, never seen one in my entire life”, you exclaimed faking excitement, pressing the card to your chest. “Why are you giving it to me?”

“Because there’s your first round of money for the last week.”

“Week? I thought I was being paid monthly with 20 000.”

“Monthly?”, his eyebrows scrunch up, an incredulous look on his face. “Who do you take me for?”

“Sylus, are you giving me that much money for a week of work? Have you gone mad?”

“I never thought my employes will ever be dissatisfied about getting too much money… I must make sure no other offer beats mine, after all.”

It takes a while to get over the discussion. Sylus doesn’t wait for you, getting up and walking away, leaving you no other choice but to follow him down many halls and stairs. By the end of his little walk, your feet hurt. He opens a door.

The room he led you to was his private shooting range.

The gun in the back of your jeans still felt cold, no matter how long was stuck to your skin. Your happiness dissipated fast, making place for a chilling calm inside your chest.

“You need to know how to use that, if you want to roam around. Once I’m sure your safety isn’t a vulnerability, you’ll be free to walk wherever you want.”

“I know how to use it”, slips from you, trying to escape the inevitable.

Sylus just looks at you, waiting for an explanation.

“My grandparents live near a forest. Grandpa taught me how to shoot since I was young and took me with him to hunt a few times.”

“Then show me”, his lips pull up into his signature smirk.

A lump forms in your throat, blood starts rushing in your body. Your hand reaches for the gun, slowly walking towards the place where Sylus was staying. Even if years passed since you held a gun, your body remembers the position before your mind can. The gun feels heavy now, pointing towards the silhouette sitting a few feet from where you are. Sweat feels like it’s dripping from between your fingers.

You close your eyes, trying to calm your nerves. Memories are resurfacing – blood, bodies in mud, gunshots.

No.

Eyes open, body stiff enough, ready for recoil – your finger gets to the trigger and presses with no hesitation.

The first instinct to the sound is to throw away the gun as far as possible and run away. Breathing feels impossible, air burning your throat and lungs. Sweat starts to wet your palms and gun more than before, shaky hands falling beside your body.

A hand on your shoulder gets you away from your thoughts.

“Right in the head. Not bad. How about we test this talent of yours?”

At first, you didn’t know what he meant. However, now, an abandoned building sits just a few steps away. The ride here was a blur; the only thing you remember is trying not to lose your mind and throw up in Sylus’ car.

The building looked like a grey box, forgotten by everyone that used it some years before. Rain and snow must have eaten away at it’s walls, while the sun of spring and summer led to plants appearing in the cracks. There was no intact window. Looking at the sorry state of this place, you could almost picture a lighting appear on the sky behind it. The entrance was locked with heavy chains with spots of red on them.

Sylus walks in front of you, taking his time. His steps and composure were more fit for a catwalk than whatever this mission was. With no warning, the chains dissipate in a red mist, leaving you nothing short of baffled – for some reason, you can’t get used to his evol, there’s nothing like it that your eyes ever seen. Sometimes, you wished you had one, even though it would be quite useless in your life. What evol would you have? Doing quick math?

A small burp lets itself free with close to no warning, a burning feeling reaching your throat. No matter how much saliva you try to swallow, that stomach of your keeps burning you with acid from within. You try to excuse yourself quietly for the mishap and continue following him closely.

The interior looked more like an archeologic site rather than an actual former… scientific research center? You guess, of course. Papers, files, computers were scattered around, broken pieces that could not be recognized anymore. The ceiling was falling in some places, cables hanging from it. It smelled musty and old, dust filling the air.

“What are we looking for?”

“A safe”, he responds quietly.

To find a safe in a ten stories building was quite an interesting feat. It could be anywhere.

He walked around with no sound, his shoulders moving naturally with a certain power that captivated you somehow. When around him, everything felt safe and achievable, even in this hell hole.

You wandered around looking behind every desk, in every room, turning shelves – nothing. Until, a tingling in your being caught your attention. It felt as if something whispered that it was close and urged you to come to it, to come and get it. At first, it didn’t make sense, so ignoring felt like the right choice. However, the tingling, the barely whispered need to move, began to feel like an itch. Looking back at Sylus, who moved to scan the next room with something resembling a scowl of displeasure, you decide to follow the feeling.

Slowly, you made your way to a large cabinet made of steel. An idea creeps in your mind and you look behind it. The wallpaper had places where it looked like a small gap formed.

“Hey, can you help me move this?”

Sylus appeared for a brief second in the room and hearing your request he just slightly pushed the cabinet to create enough space for the two of you to see the small gap. It turned out that stairs were hidden behind this wall, stairs that led to the basement.

The darkness that welcomed you two looked like an all-consuming void, while the only sound that could be heard were water droplets falling in puddles that formed over the years.

The itch that caught your attention turned into something darker. It was still present, but something scarier and more dangerous seemed to mask it. The gun that burned your hands every time it found itself in it, now it offered a false sense of security. Your ears started ringing out of nowhere and through the corner of your eye you see Sylus get more stiff than usual. He stepped out of reflex in front of you, then stopped. Waiting. Looking in the dark. Listening.

With every second, the ringing got worse, turning into a headache that made your vision blur.

A wheezing startled you. After the wheezing, sounds of steps followed – many steps.

Blood started rushing through your veins, heart beating out of your chest. Every sound, every single thing caught your attention, but it was so dark!...

The hustling got closer and closer, and suddenly a flash of light ignited from the lamps that were hanging from the ceiling of the long hall. The light flashed red every few seconds giving you two the chance to see something that made your blood run cold – a dozen of deformed beings, covered in black crystals or with weird exoskeletons growing on them rushed towards you.

What followed was fruit of the survival instinct, your mind going numb, retreating into a safe place far away as your finger pressed the trigger as fast as it could. Bullets flew around hitting their target just right, memories of hunts with your grandfather resurfacing.

“Don’t hesitate, make it quick and efficient. A clean shot is mercy to you and the animal.” was something your grandfather would advise, making you perfect your shots, aiming at the most vulnerable spots. These words follow you even now, but you doubt he ever thought that his words could be applied in this fight for survival against such blasphemous beings that were once humans for sure – at least some of them.

A sharp claw gets to you, kicking the gun out of your hands. You fall to the ground trying to get away as the humanoid figure with sharp claws stabs the ground around you. The next second it nearly falls on you, but your reflexes kick fast, getting you out of the way. With your back slick against a wall your eyes search for Sylus who was holding a knife – most likely the weapon who killed the more or less wanderer that was after you. His eyes hold an undecipherable weight that dissipates fast, leaving only a cold shadow in place.

Walking through the bodies, you feel absent, cold within, until a warm, acidic liquid fills your mouth and you kneel on the side letting it all out. Your stomach pushes everything you ate today out in a fury and the sight of it mixing with the black liquid that was similar to blood, makes it even worse. Sylus is beside you in a heartbeat holding your hair in silence, helping you stand upright when you are done.

You turn to him, apologizing, shame and weakness stinging in your eyes, but his face shows the most emotion you ever saw in the man in the past two weeks – worry and almost-guilt are etched on his features.

“Let’s get the safe and get out of here”, is the only thing he whispered.

Back at the base, after drinking so much water that you felt like a balloon, and exhausting every way to open the safe, you laid on the couch.

Sylus was typing on his tablet, glasses on his nose. He looked like a statue in the low light, not moving, his face staying the same. His eyes were averting yours even now, but you liked looking at him. It brought some kind of peace.

Sleep was starting to grip your eyelids, dragging them down, until an idea flashed in your tired brain.

The code!

You jump of the couch, kneeling besides the coffee table where the safe was placed. Your fingers press fast on the numbered keys the code you dreamt some time ago and like a miracle – it opens. Your lips form a tired smile as you turn towards Sylus whose eyes were wide, mouth slightly open.

“Ta-dah!”

When you finally get back at the shop it’s close to morning. The streets are surprisingly calm, your steps making the only sound. You get inside and head to your room. Exhaustion makes you fall in your bed still dressed, sweaty and smelling like gunpowder and blood, but you are too tired to care right now. Sleep finds you easily, drowning you in its suffocating arms that bring you no comfort.

The hallway was longer than usual, with dimmer light and the smell of bleach was replaced by a metallic smell of iron. Screams were getting louder as you got closer to the back door of the facility. The sound of gunshots was also getting closer.

In a flash you end up in the backyard. Nothing could prepare you for the image that you would witness. The rain was pouring. The backyard was full of ‘patients’, as they called them, either on the ground in weird positions, either running, trying to escape. Black crystals were on their skin, some didn’t look human at all, while others had deformed bodies. None survived. The blood was staining the ground a crimson color, mud and blood mixing together. There was so much that it looked like it was spreading to you.

You ran. You ran like hell. It didn’t matter that your lungs were burning, or that you were hitting doors full force, bruising yourself. The priority was to get away.

In front of you a girl appears. Her blonde hair was stained by blood. It was dripping from her hair.

You try to tug at her while yelling, hoping she would just move and come with you.

“They are dead! They are all dead! Move, come on! They’ll find you, just… COME ON!”

You wake up crying, breathing hard. Hands seem to grab you and you just slap at them.

“Get your hands off of me!”, you yell and move away trembling.

Philip stands there. His hands are up. He looks completely terrified and shocked.

“Oh God, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”, you cry smoothening your hair.

You look around. That’s not your room. You are in what the two of you claim to be the living room.

After getting in control of your emotions, the two of you decided that it was far too late to get anymore sleep. Sitting at the table in the kitchen, a cup of tea in your hands, the tension was palpable.

“What happened? Like what did I do when I was asleep?”

“At first, I heard you walking around and thought you needed something from downstairs. Then I heard bumping and you starting to cry. I tried to talk to you, but you just screamed that ‘they are all dead’. I realized you were sleepwalking and tried to wake you up and you did, eventually.”

All you could do was sigh and mumble that you’re sorry.

“There’s no need.”, he says while stirring honey in his tea. “We all have our own problems and things that haunt us. Want to talk about it?”

Trying to catch your breath you ponder the idea of laying your soul bare. The weight of what happened hangs on your shoulders and chokes you when you think about talking about it.

“No, it’s alright. I’m good”, it sounded more like you are trying to convince yourself.

You get up and go prepare for a new day since sleeping would be impossible right now.

Philip doesn’t try to stop you, his lips pressed into a thin line, eyes lost. He sighs and heads for the lab.

Another day starts as what happened is ignored, though not forgotten.

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tags: @m00njinnie @allura-miss @phisen @96jnie @blue-serendipity

[belit0]

HIIIII<3333 How are you and how have you been. First, i need to praise you for such a good work you do, i really am impressed by your writing skills and how you write the characters so realistic and understandable. You truly have my respect especially for writing some characters like Madara or Indra are really complex to write because of their personality and they truly are complicated due their backstory. So thank you dearly for accepting requests and working on them. You truly have an unique writing style wich i do absolutely admire! Please keep up but don’t overwork yourself, rest is important and please remember to drink and eat enough. I love you so much and your blog is literally my favorite. ( You 🔛🔝) So actually i wanted to ask for a request. (A oneshot or a scenario please) About Madara watching his wife giving birth to his baby and how he sees his wife holding their new born in her arms. Please i am too curious cuz i really can’t Assess this man if he would cry at this sight or not😭. I woule appreciate if you would accept my request. But there is no need to. Feel free to ignore it, i still love your blog so much.

I swear your words touched me so much that I took a screenshot and saved the message in my private chat to read it whenever I need motivation, you brought tears to my eyes (literally)!!!

Thank you infinitely for your beautiful company and for supporting my modest work, I love to share what I do, especially if I have people who like it and enjoy it, it fills my soul to read words like that💕🙏💫🛐

I can never explain the appreciation I feel upon receiving this type of messages, it's a very powerful and big feeling, too strong and too deep for words.

Thank you so much, my beautiful nonny, for being around and keeping me company, please never go away, i love u😭💕💫

Now, going back to the request, OF COURSE MADARA CRIES, he's one of those persons who cries out of anger, it bothers him a lot because he feels weak but has a great facility for tears.

Now, what I did to him in this piece is a bit cruel, I apologize🤣🙏

He can't stop pacing the hallway, anxious and nervous, desperate because of the screams he hears on the other side of the door. The midwives demanded he stay out of the room to avoid creating more chaos, his distress palpable in the air every time he asked "Is she in a lot of pain? Is the baby okay? Is something wrong with (Y/N)?"

He was kicked out of the place to avoid putting more pressure on the poor women assisting with the delivery, and even as the clan leader, he was taken away the choice of whether to be part of the moment or not. It all pushes him so far over the edge he even resorts to taking off his gloves and chewing his nails like he's 15 years old again.

"You look like crap, Aniki." Izuna comments with a smirk on his face, openly mocking his poor older brother. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, he looks at him with amusement and even a bit of pity.

As always, his Otouto accompanies him.

"No shit." He snorts in anguish, tearing the skin off his finger and hissing from the burning. He may be the strongest warrior of all his time, but he can't help the little mundane aches and pains of day to day life.

"What's got you so bad? It's just a baby." He reaches out to him as if to lay a hand on his shoulder, but stops before doing so, knowing the outcome, clicking his tongue at how fickle fate is.

Staring at the ground and swapping the tortured finger for a new one, he fails to get out from inside his mind, raise his head, react. Worry consumes him, and (Y/N)'s screams of agony don't help. "Exactly that. I couldn't protect anyone, I couldn't protect you, I won't be a good father, what if-"

"Wowowo, hold your horses, Aniki. You couldn't protect me because I wouldn't let you, if anyone was going to take that idiot down it was me. We talked about it many times, didn't we?" He stands in front of him, unable to get his older brother out of his vicious cycle of insane thoughts, and crouches down to the ground to meet the path of his eyes. He smiles at him again, an act that always manages to get Madara's attention, and he finally listens to him.

"Did you think of a name? That'll be your job if it's a boy." Madara jumps in a startled gasp as (Y/N) screams louder than ever, and looks at the door separating them as if wanting to set it on fire. Respecting the midwives' wishes feels stupid, but neither does he want to get in the way of things he doesn't understand.

"Izuna." He answers without moving his eyes from the spot, walking and avoiding his younger brother like he couldn't just walk right through him. He moves a little closer to the door, waiting.

"What?" The younger Uchiha gets up, and moves back to stand next to him, not understanding.

"Izuna, for the name."

"You want to give your precious baby my terrible name? You'll doom him to be a beautiful mess."

"Tribute, so he'll always remember the uncle he never knew." And at the moment his eyes fill with sadness and melancholy, his brother decides to change the course of the situation.

"If you want to pay tribute to me, take him to visit my grave and drink sake over my remains, you idiot. I say you name him Inari, I always thought it was beautiful."

"Inari..."

"Sounds nice doesn't it? It's a good one to scold him after he gets in trouble, which I'll make sure he does."

"Will the baby be able to see you?"

"We'll find out."

"MADARA-SAMA!" the door suddenly opens, one of the midwives coming out agitated "THE BABY IS COMING, SOON!" She demands him to re-enter the room, and Madara looks at his brother for encouragement.

He smiles at him again, and that's all he needs to know that everything will be okay.

The makeshift delivery room, on the other hand, is a mess. Several women run around moving bloody towels and trying to wipe the sweat from (Y/N)'s forehead. One holds her hand tightly as his wife pushes and pushes, legs spread wide and revealing a picture both terrible and wonderful.

"MADARA-SAMA!" the midwife shoves him from behind to the side of the bed where she attempts to deliver their child, unafraid to be rough with the clan leader. Madara, unable to react, grabs the hand that was previously held by another woman, as he stares at her belly and can do nothing but try to hold back tears.

Paralyzed by inoperability and not knowing what to do, the Uchiha feels useless, incapable of helping or assisting in any way. His expertise is in fighting, combat, violence, he has no idea how to act in sensitive situations or those that require emotional intelligence. He is afraid to say something inappropriate, something that will upset (Y/N), and cannot find the strength to speak without crying.

No one told him he would feel this way, an experience so surreal as to make him break down.

The last time he cried disconsolately was with his brother's death, years ago, but his child's birth seems to challenge him in the same way, the miracle of life and the product of his own dedication coming to reward him, demanding him to pour out all his feelings through tears, no shame for being in front of strangers.

Everything seems to disappear around him, focused only on his wife and the task ahead. The stupor washes away little by little, getting into the game and helping her get through the experience as best he can.

At one point he thinks to be speaking words of encouragement, but has no track of what is going on. The image of (Y/N) suffering, crying, screaming, stirs him to the core of his very being, wishing he could take away her agony and be the one to endure this odyssey.

He holds her hand with both of his, while between his wife's legs two midwives demand further pushing. Everything is chaos, a maelstrom of speed where Madara can only concentrate on her, until he suddenly hears it.

The most beautiful cry he has ever witnessed, a small, high-pitched sound coming from a tiny baby in one of the midwives' arms. (Y/N)'s face automatically relaxes, ready to faint from exertion and exhaustion, yet she whispers "Hold the child" before smiling with genuine joy.

Madara, following orders while being totally out of his comfort zone, receives the newborn in his arms, and what was once silent tears now turns into unrestrained crying.

He crumbles in front of his baby for different reasons, moved and overwhelmed for having been able to produce something so beautiful, so delicate, after destroying and murdering as much as he did. That adorable little human being is proof enough, at least for him, of not being a disastrous person, for there being hope and kindness in his destiny, able to repent for all the lives he stole on the battlefield.

Izuna's death brought him great resentment for the world, condemning him to anger and rage as a way of life, willing to destroy whoever it takes to regain what was lost, yet (Y/N) saved him from an avoidable catastrophe, and showed him he could be more than his grief, giving him the tools to move on.

Holding the result of such pure and generous love in his hands is the mythical demonstration of how the blood on his hands is washable, how his past does not define him, and how his future is not marked by eternal pain.

The thrill of a better life engulfs him completely, as he stares with pure affection at the child he himself created. His son, utterly his, the most beautiful ray of sunshine. "Inari..." he whispers between sobs, and brings him closer to his wife for reconnection with his mother.

Upon reassuring (Y/N) is no longer bleeding and there are no further problems to worry about, the women begin to leave the room, carrying lots of bloody sheets and towels, cleaning the space little by little and giving privacy to the new family.

One of them takes the newborn for close examination, and when the room finishes clearing of people, Madara can see Izuna near his baby, making sure the midwife treats him well and takes proper care of his little Inari.

He can't help but cry again at the image, knowing his son will always have a guardian angel with him.

[pursued-by-the-squid]

yeah sorry that sound you can hear is me SCREAMING!!!

gun scene gun scene gun scene gun sc-

“he’s gotten much better at it” SHES TRAINING HIM TO TEXT HER BACK AND BE A BETTER BOYFRIEND OLDER MALE FRIEND WHO GIVES YOU MONEY IN EXCHANGE FOR COMPANY (did they invent a word for that 🤔)

2 BILLION WON ???? sir please stand up

inho letting her cry on him ‘haha i’m so strong and merciless this was all part of my secret evil masterplan’ HES DOWN BAD PLEASE YOUR HONOUR HE JUST DOESNT KNOW IT YET

“seong gihun has won the races before” horse metaphor strikes again i’m eating it up ☝️ seong gihun as both the better and the horse 😩 he’s a gambler and a pawn 🫦 he won the games and lost everything else

inho’s so bitter about the police i love it (poor junho though my lil dora the explorer can never catch a break)

two hugs in one day ?? girl is winning (she is going to suffer so badly)

i’m sorry i’m so obsessed with inho comforting her every time he is lowkey the cause of her distress it’s so awful and evil and funny

and yeah i’m crying thinking about gihun giving her jungbae and junho’s mother’s info like i’m actually devastated

🎶it’s too late to try and save her from being associated with you now gihun she will not go on to do great things without you she is already irreversibly intertwined with your life and your choices you have doomed her to following you into hell just by trying to help her���

🩷💕✨🎀💖💞💗✨💘💓THE KISS🎀💞💖💕💗✨🩷💘💓

junho my useless princess ily

oh maaaan the guilt is gonna eat gihun alive when he sees her in the games 😍🤌 is he gonna be mad at her for not listening to him and following him into the games just for her to be like 🔄 i didn’t even choose to be here AND i didn’t leave my house AND the games found me not the other way around AND i’m mad at you for kissing me and then leaving me to be attacked

2x guilt for gihun because he wasn’t there to protect her

IF YOU COUDKNT TELL I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER ITS SO FUCKITN GOOD DJAHSKDKAGSJJDSH

🏆🏆🏆

me carefully crafting this chapter knowing damn well that it's gonna make u lose ur mind:

oh man the gun scene 😏 yeah that one was fun. like trying to determine how many lingering touches gi-hun felt he could get away with + how many lies about their homework does the reader plan to get away with JUST TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM?? they're so stupid together and i love them

fucking instigator in-ho, i cannot with this man. "yeah i'm so cruel and awful, and it doesn't stir up my soft secret feelings at all when you cry into my chest and trust me to take care of you, not at all and fuck you for thinking that, actually i'm gonna send you on a suicide mission because your mere existence threatens every wall i've put up around my heart" 😍 i love him so much

RAAAHHHHHHHHHH OKAY LOOK I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THAT TALK IN-HO & GI-HUN HAD AT THE END OF THE GAMES LAST TIME, THE HORSE RACING METAPHOR WHEN GI-HUN ONLY CAME TO THE GAMES BC OF HORSE RACES, GOT OUT INTO HIS OWN HORSE RACE, NOW HE'S THE PRIZED GELDING ????? IT'S SUCH A RICH LITTLE NUGGET THAT I JUST WNAT TO CHEW ON, THANK YOU FOR APPRECIATING IT

the kiss !!!!!!!!! my stupid desperate suicidal old man !!!!!! (not to toot my own horn here or anything, but that last paragraph in gi-hun's pov where he thinks about dying while remembering the kiss?? actually my favorite chunk of writing i've ever done in my entire life) also do not think about how in-ho watched that from his tablet and felt an insane surge of irritation (aka jealousy) seeing them kiss

ohhhhohohohohohohohoho man i have been chomping at the bit waiting for the games to finally start and i'm so glad we're finally here 😏 you might be onto something there, but 🤭 i guess we'll have to wait and see!!

[carriehobbs]

For Miss Ellie!

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Ty for asking, PD!!! 💕💕

(Optimistically, I said "oh, these answers aren't so long, I won't need a readmore". But then I looked at the length of the post when it was all done and I put it under a readmore)

Hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

There isn't much that Ellie can hide from many people, given her mind blindness! But overall, I think she tries to hide her ugly emotions from people. When I imagine her future post-game, especially her future relationship with Grayson, a recurring theme in the scenarios I come up with is that Ellie tries to minimize or hide her complicated feelings from him. Even once their relationship is stronger and she's only hiding her feelings until she's ready to process and talk about them, she's still trying to hide them to some extent (it never really works, whether they touch or not, because even if Gray can't read her mind he does know her well enough to know when something's wrong).

I think this impulse is born out of a desire to hide the parts of herself that she's not proud of from someone she loves. There's a lot of vulnerability in saying "here are my ugliest, least charitable, most pathetic and self-pitying, cruelest parts. Can you still love me?" and it's very uncomfortable. And when those feelings are multi-faceted and complicated, sometimes she just needs time to figure out how she truly feels before sharing.

Mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Ellie's kindness ends up functioning as a mask, somewhat. She is genuinely a sweet person who cares about other people, don't get me wrong (and she's capable of empathizing with almost anyone), but there's definitely a part of her that uses these traits as a kind of barrier between herself and other people. Her family and her friends - the people who are close to her - get to see her sense of humor, her fears, her messy parts. But people who are acquaintances or strangers don't get to know those sides of her.

In a way, Ellie's polite distance holds them at arms length and limits their ability to know her. It makes Ellie overlookable: she's just that smart, nice girl in their class. She's unobtrusive (as much as she can be). And being overlooked and underestimated affords her some privacy (among norms) that she wouldn't otherwise get.

(There is, also, the way that Ellie's polite demeanor works as her 'PR face' - the same way that Grayson and Nick both construct public personas for themselves when dealing with the public. Public-facing Nick Wiseman or Grayson Black are different than the actual people, Nick and Gray.)

Nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

The major themes of Ellie's nightmares have changed over the years. She usually has nightmares about one or two big things, and then they diminish over time until something new comes up. She doesn't tell people about her nightmares unless they already know about them, but given her mind blindness, every Ment who sleeps near her knows about them.

When she was little, there were more nightmares about hospital visits and testing (Button can canonically has nightmares about these, depending on your choices) and about being mind wiped. I think Nick was a big help with those, probably being woken up before her parents were and coming to wake her up and keep her company until she could sleep again. She was always really glad when Nick would come wake her up and stay with her. (Hope and John found them both asleep in Ellie's bed often - Nick would come over to keep her company, then they'd both fall asleep again before he could go back to his own bed.)

As she gets older, her nightmares shift to what happened with Hope. Nick would try to comfort her after these (more checking in with her than shadow puppets on the wall now), but Ellie never wanted to talk about them or acknowledge them, so he eventually got the hint and stopped being so overt in his attempts to comfort her. The mornings after Ellie has a nightmare, Nick makes Ellie's favourite breakfast.

After Mind Blind, Ellie's nightmares become more frequent and more varied. There are nightmares about Nick's death (the explosion, his abduction, [redacted for spoilers] in particular). There are nightmares about being abducted by Andy. There are nightmares about [redacted for spoilers]. They, as her other nightmares did, gradually decrease in intensity and frequency after a while, but they do still crop up occasionally, even years later. Gray hears these nightmares. They eventually have to talk about how Ellie wants Gray to handle her nightmares, and Ellie asks Gray to wake her up. So Gray will wake her up and soothe her and hold her if she cries, and then they go back to sleep together if they can. (Ellie doesn't know, but Gray stays awake for a while after Ellie falls back asleep, just to make sure she's sleeping peacefully before he tries to sleep again himself).

[dmagedgoods]

aAAAUUUGH 1 and 2 for the BG3 act 1 ask thingy, tell us about your Tav tell ussssss

Ohhh nice! Thank you so much! Let’s start at the beginning, very good idea. 👀💕 1. Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision? (1) I usually have the most fun with games if I throw in one of my main OCs. Therefore, Dark Urge was not an option for me. (Not for round one that is, I may try it later though 👀). This time I picked Rowley. He’s been with me for around 11 years already and, to my own surprise, works greatly as Tav. Most games don’t allow enough unhinged madness or don’t have the needed kind of humor to play as him, but BG3 really hits the right tone to imagine him. I also didn’t have to change a lot about his story to make him fit the universe and premise. Rowley is a rogue and an assassin from Baldur’s Gate, half-elf, he/him. Originally, he was born in Red Larch. He and his twin brother are the sons of a human father and an elven mother (forest elf). She was a seamstress and dressmaker, their father a gambler and small criminal, and taught Rowley all his tricks at a very young age, mostly because the boy proved useful to him and had a natural talent for cheating, and lying, and theft. Rowley’s twin brother, on the other hand, was treated cruelly. Their father viewed him as worthless because he lacked Rowley’s talents (to get him money). His brother was calm, more withdrawn, drew, sewed, and wanted to become a dressmaker like his mother. His father often beat him and used him as an outlet for his aggression - the reason for a growing fierce hate Rowley developed against their father (and mother who never stepped in). When things became worse during their teenage years, Rowley took his twin brother and fled with him to protect him. 2. Was there something about the character creator that just couldn't capture your Character? Please tell us about their hair, facial hair, tattoos, piercings, disabilities, their trans or intersex body, or anything else you're comfortable sharing. There is a lot the creator wasn’t able to capture about Rowley and I only went for the face that came the closest. The flair is right (and I’m glad), details aren’t. His scar is wrong, his face appears a little too juvenile and the small character model isn’t tall enough while the tall character model too bulky for him. I would need something right in the middle. Anywayyy, here is a little description of him: Rowley is tall (183 cm) and lithe, fast, and dexterous, his body athletic though lean. A long scar leads from the corner of his upper lip upwards across his right cheek. There are more scars on his back, arms, hands, legs and almost every body part. He has sharp features, attentive eyes, the tip of his nose goes slightly upwards, his lips are relatively thin, but his mouth seems to be a touch too wide for his face. His insolent grin became his trademark. Furthermore, the scar makes it appear somewhat asymmetrical. His eyes are of a cold, stormy gray. He has short, straight hair, but it’s long enough to look wild and unruly. The dark ashen-blonde tone is cold but can look warmer in the sunlight. During missions and exploring, Rowley likes to wear leather: black coats with broad shoulders and cords and laces and belts and buckles, usually boots and gloves (sometimes fingerless). His style is practical but extra. In his spare time, he wears loose shirts with wide sleeves, mostly white, sometimes in bright colors, and dark simple pants. When the occasion allows it, he goes for more fancy fashion choices, eye-catching pieces fitting for a noble but casually worn and just the slightest bit loosened in this way or that to break with the etiquette. His ears are pierced in many places. He wears necklaces and bracelets of silvery metal and dark leather. His posture is confident and casual, very relaxed. He often has a provoking grin or mischievous smirk on his lips. His movements are smooth and graceful.

While he knows how to stay unseen when he wants to - and highly enjoys it -, he also likes to get attention by creating chaos or acting provoking and disrespectful. Here is a picture of him made in the game in comparison to the one I drew of him recently:

[omgitsbeewave]

HI your zedlidarity comic gave me too many brainworms here's the random thing. is it accurate? Who knows I threw it together over like 5 hours between classwork because it. beautiful. is it badly paced? Also sure!

He doesn't remember anything when he comes to.

Of course—He remembers the names of simple things, the floor is made of marble and he's lying in a bed. There's pots of pretty flowers and panes of glass are all that separate him from the outside. A bright light is installed in the ceiling, it makes him want to hide back under the covers. Its just anything about who he is or was feels like a void was in its place. Name? What he looks like? Who he knew? Instead of dwelling on it he sits up, trying to get a better view of his surroundings.

The new tiny room housed little more than the bed he was lying in, a corkboard with illegible papers stuck to it, and a few spare sheets strewn that had come loose from it. A sheep hybrid sits at a desk outside the room, running over as soon as they realized he was awake. They abandon whatever they were doing, and open up the door.

He gets a better look at their soft features-purple eyes with a mess of curly blonde hair and small tan-gray horns poking out of it. They wear a lab coat over a simple blue long-sleeve shirt. Not what he'd expected for a mad scientist presumably running human experiments, but his eyes were bright and full of wonder."Hi! What's your name?" Their smile seems genuine, welcoming.

The words feel like lead in his mouth, but he forces them out of his throat anyways. "I don't remember." His voice is raspy from disuse.

The sheep person blinks curiously, and nods. "That's fine-I'm Zedaph." This person-Zedaph sticks their hand out for him. Every part of him feels like it'd take all the effort in the world to move, but he accepts their gesture.

"To start, what do you remember?"

•--•--•--•--•

They're sitting in front of the flower pots he had observed earlier, neatly lined up in a row. He had accepted Zed's offer to allow him to stay and help around the lab, not like he really had any choice. He doesn't even know who he is, what he was doing before, and Zedaph graciously allowed him to stick around.

He looks a yellow flower up and down. The stem is a yellow-green, the spiky leaves sticking out from the base of the plant. The petals are a small and a vibrant yellow, he observes them carefully. He remembers them. Lots of them, and flowers of all sorts of hues from red to blue to the yellow they're observing.

"I remember those." He vocalizes his thoughts, imagining how the texture felt in his hands.

"Dandelions?"

He nods, and Zed scribbles something down on the edge of his clipboard rather than the paper on it.

"I like them," He reaches up to touch the flowers, feeling a wave of nostalgia. "They're pretty."

"How about we call you Dandelion?"

He pauses for a moment, considering it. Those were the only things he recognized in this weird new place, maybe it was his name before. He smiles genuinely for the first time he remembers. "I like that name, its cute."

Zed looks away from his work at last, and smiles with him.

-a rat (you'll never guess who did this because I haven't been telling you I did it in dms definitely not)

im absolutely in love with it and it's exactly how i imagine this moments 😭💕

have lil doodle ♡

[mytalemyworld]

What are your thoughts on the last two episodes of Yabani, and on the news from Birsen that there will be a Season 2?

Personally, I found your "the real Aslaz ended with the car make out scene" so true, but I still can't help watching. Each episode has a funny mix of both touching and cringe-inducing scenes (Asi hugging Alaz, he says her hugs have an anti-depressant effect 💕; then Alaz asking Asi if she loves him in front of Tolga 😳).

Anyways, would love to hear your thoughts!

I saw this a little late. Sorry.

It was a tough week. First, people thought Yabani would end, then the finale scenario was leaked and everything looked like a nightmare. I hated so many things that happened in the last episodes, I didn't even want to watch Asi & Alaz scenes and was ready to drop it. Also the leaked scenario made me really think this writer team would destroy the last good things about them. They already made many wrong writing choices so it was easy to believe the spoilers were true. That's why I didn't want to talk about it anymore.

However sometimes I could still some sparks that made them a different couple. So I definitely understand you. Maybe they ran out of the ideas and had to wrap the series abruptly, that's why all the secrets were found one by one - in a very anticlimactic way, unfortunately and the other parts of the show -like Alaz & Asi came to a halt. The bedroom scene from episode 35 was so beautiful for example but the scene with Tolga in front of the mansion was like meh. They just needed these characters -all of them- for shock value. And everything looked so forced and wrong.

But I got my enthusiasm back thanks to the season finale. Asi and Alaz finally acted in character and even though some storylines were questionable, it still made you feel like you were watching them, not the scriptwriters. I just want to forget some scenes that happened in between 31-35. Lol, if we don't talk about it, we can easily assume these didn't happen. We should erase them from our collective memories.

[grimalkinmessor]

10+11?

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

OH BOY *scrubs my grubby paws rogether* Ain't that a fun question? I'm a big fan of AUs—soulmates, hanahaki, A/B/O, you name it, I'm probably in love with it. My all time favorite trope is definitely arranged marriage, though. Or—I guess you could say it's technically dubious consent? Because it's really the power imbalance and the struggle for freedom that I really like about it, it doesn't have to be specifically Arranged Marriage, it could just as well be (and often is) captor/captive. The CODEPENDENCE. The PARASITISM that develops 😩👌✨ They need each other more than air, more than anything but they're killing each other, they're making each other stronger and worse, even if you die you'll never be free of me because a part of you is always in me and a part of me is soldered to you, I wish I could hate you, I wish I could love you, I wish things were different— the GOOD SHIT ✨👌🤌💕💞💖🙏✨❤️‍🔥💯✨⭐🔥🌟

Which sort of leads into my second favorite trope; fantasy AUs!!! Put some magic in that shit!!! Drop down some monarchial or even dictoral intrigue!!! World build!!!! Make that character a dragon!!!!! HELL yeah!!!!!!! Fantasy AUs are always so so so much fun for me and I love them. It's about 🤌🤌 the political/magical/moral intrigue 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Now. I say that vaguely because one of my favorite tropes that is hard as FUCK to find are creature AUs. Selkie and wing AUs specifically. Selkie AUs because they tie back into the above very nicely, but WING AUs always have me by the throat because it's just,,,,,everything to me. I desperately, desperately wanted wings as a kid (and still to this day), so a world where everyone has wings is my ultimate escapism fantasy. Plus the angst that tends to come with it?? Top tier, real shit. Your wings are broken, they're stigmatized, they're useless, they've been taken from you—or, my fucking favorite, they've never been touched :) Never been groomed :)) And the first time someone shows them that sort of intimate yet common affection you just start shaking because it's so overwhelming to feel loved. To be cared for. ESPECIALLY if the wings in question are broken, useless, bad luck. LOVE that shit 💖

11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

Tattoo/Flower shop AUs. They're alright but honestly they feel so much like coffee shop AUs to me that I can't really see the difference lmao. Plus it usually comes with too much fluff for me to find it interesting, even as someone who loves flower language and loves tattoos.

Gonna contradict myself with this one, but soulmate AUs. They can be good, but when you don't dive into the inherent darkness of having choice snatched away from you by fate itself and the horror that can come with knowing someone is the other half of you, connected forever with no way out, then what's the point honestly. The whole reason I adore soulmate AUs is because the very premise of it all is so fucked up, dressed up and romanticized as something sweet and wholesome. If you make it something ACTUALLY sweet and wholesome—which many people do—then I think it gets old quick.

Fake Unrequited Love. OH my God this one. It's fine, alright, it's fine but it irritates the shit out of me most of the time. I adore the angst of unrequited love, and to just say "well it only LOOKS unrequited because they didn't COMMUNICATE clearly enough haha the sillies" babe that is just dressed up miscommunication. Guh. Sometimes it doesn't bother me but honestly it's always been overrated to me. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Bonus one: There Was Only One Bed Trope. It's fine but I have personal issues with it. I like it in theory but it's one of the very few tropes that triggers the hell outta me. I wish I could enjoy it, but since I can't it just feels like it's everywhere, therefore making it overrated to me specifically.

(Hilarious because I keep intending to make use of it in my Matsulight fic but I chickened out the first time lmao)

[lordbhreanna]

hey! it’s been…years. my mind has been going back to this ship lately and your work continues to devastate in the best ways.

wanted to share something I quickly wrote before bed.

it’s in the same universe with the other drabbles I’ve sent before. this is just after her rescue from Wesker.

OST: https://on.soundcloud.com/zdBbyXCTHRGkKKeB8

—

Nicholai can hear her heart rate beeping on the monitor, even from outside the room. It’s slow, steady. Familiar.

He flips through the pages on her medical file. More tests pending. More surgeries.

He sees them getting closer. Jill and the Mother Hen. Oliveira. They slip into an easy, wordless conversation that makes Nicholai feel small. Feel…wrong.

He sees a calloused hand tuck away stray blonde hairs behind her ear. He sees her half-closed eyes take in their tangled hands on the hospital bed. Her face blank, but she doesn’t move away.

There’s an ease to Carlos’ touch that Jill is more open to.

Nicholai’s not allowed inside the hospital room anymore, on her orders. She doesn’t even acknowledge him at the window.

But looking at this nauseating picture, he sees the truth. This trust…this comfort…would have never been able to come from him.

Nicholai was there alongside Wesker. Alongside Jill. Always with her.

Even if it was all to rescue her, he was a silent witness to her deadly spree. He didn’t care, just as long as she was alive.

Hell he was impressed sometimes. Proud, even.

But she’ll never forgive herself and most of all, she will never forgive him for not doing anything to stop her.

She won’t see him as that comfort anymore. If she ever did.

Nicholai sets the file back down on the counter.

She’s due for another exploratory surgery in the morning. The true extent of Wesker’s influence continues to unravel, to everyone’s quiet horror.

Arms crossed, Nicholai plays with the edges of the large bandage on his arm. He brushes his fingers over the uneven stitches he can feel underneath; his skin pulsing.

This pain he’s familiar with.

Nicholai squeezes tighter.

He’s going to make sure she can’t give up. If that’s all he can be to her, so be it.

She falls asleep clutching Oliveira’s hand, weakly.

He has to make peace with that.

Nicholai’s sinuses and eyes sting for a moment.

She’s alive. She’s alive.

Hearing thunderous booted footfalls, he turns away from the recovery room window, a bored expression slipping over his face. The Redfield Hero rounds the corner.

Ahh time to seek mommy’s attention again. So needy, this one.

Nicholai spares a parting glance to the woman he gave everything for.

He turns and slips away before Oliveira can look up.

I was so so happy to see you again on my inbox!! 🥰 It's funny because they have also been on my mind lately - they weren't really gone ever, but these past weeks I was actually able to sit down and plan some fic stuff.

But!! This drabble is the fuel I need, you managed to capture so many emotions, and you can feel Nicholai's painful pining from afar from each word. Amazing work and thank you for sharing it here with me again, I loved your asks and I'm glad to see them back! 💕(Also I love the nicknames Nicholai gave both Carlos and Chris, they are quite fitting 😆). Beautiful choice for the music as well!

Do you have more ideas planned, now that Jill has decided to distance herself from him after Kijuju? I'd love to read more!

[neha-g0198]

Where to Buy the Best Curtains in Noida? A Complete Guide

Curtains are more than just window coverings; they play a crucial role in setting the mood of a room. Whether you want to add a luxurious touch to your living room, a cozy feel to your bedroom, or a professional look to your office, choosing the right curtains can make all the difference. If you're in Noida and searching for the perfect curtains sop near me, this guide will help you find the best options available.

Why Are Curtains Important for Your Space?

Curtains do much more than just block sunlight. They enhance privacy, regulate temperature, and add character to any room. Here are a few reasons why investing in good-quality curtains is a smart choice:

✨ Light Control – Sheer curtains let in natural light, while blackout curtains block it completely. 🔒 Privacy – Helps keep your indoor space personal and comfortable. 🌡 Temperature Regulation – Thick fabrics like velvet and thermal curtains help insulate your home. 🎨 Aesthetic Appeal – Curtains can transform the look of a room, adding color, texture, and elegance. 🔇 Noise Reduction – Heavy fabrics can help reduce outside noise, making your space more peaceful.

How to Choose the Perfect Curtains?

Shopping for curtains can feel overwhelming with so many options available. Here’s what to keep in mind before making a purchase:

1. Fabric Matters!

The fabric affects how your curtains hang, look, and function. Here are some common options:

Cotton & Linen – Light, airy, and great for casual spaces.

Velvet & Silk – Luxurious, rich in texture, and perfect for formal rooms.

Sheer & Voile – Delicate and elegant, ideal for layering.

Blackout Fabric – Best for bedrooms and home theaters to block out light completely.

2. Choose the Right Style

Curtains come in different styles, so pick one that matches your interior:

Floor-Length Curtains – Best for a sophisticated and elegant look.

Café Curtains – Shorter in length, great for kitchens and smaller windows.

Eyelet, Pleated, or Rod Pocket – Choose based on your curtain rod and the look you prefer.

3. Pick the Right Colors & Patterns

The color of your curtains can set the tone of a room:

🎭 Neutral shades (white, beige, grey) create a minimalist and modern feel. 🎨 Bold colors (blue, green, mustard) make a statement. 🌸 Floral & geometric patterns add character and personality.

4. Layering for Versatility

For more flexibility, layer sheer curtains with heavy drapes. This allows you to adjust light and privacy throughout the day.

Where to Shop for the Best Curtains in Noida?

Noida is home to several furnishing markets and curtain stores that offer everything from ready-made to customized options. Some of the best places to check out include:

🏡 Sector 18 Market – A hotspot for home décor, offering a variety of curtain fabrics and designs. 🛍 Local Fabric Shops & Textile Markets – Perfect for buying unique fabrics and getting custom-tailored curtains. 🛋 Furnishing Stores Across Noida – Many stores offer custom stitching, expert guidance, and installation services to make your shopping easier.

Final Thoughts

Curtains are a blend of style and function, making them an essential part of any home or office. Whether you’re looking for modern minimalism, classic elegance, or cozy charm, Noida has a variety of shops to explore.

Take your time, compare fabrics and designs, and find the perfect curtains to match your aesthetic. Happy curtain shopping! 🏠✨ 💬 Have a favorite curtain shop in Noida? Share your recommendations in the comments! 💕

[lady-evelin]

The roommate 🌸

Hi 💕

I've been working on this fic based on the movie of the same name 😏

At the rate I'm going, I think I'll reach 20k words. Do I plan to publish it all in a one-shot, or would you like it in two parts? 🤔

Anyway, this is what I've written; I have more, but I don't know if Tumblr will let me post so many words.

Enjoy it 😘

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Obi-Wan looked out the window of the taxi at the scenery of the crowded city; he was very excited and nervous at the same time since today was his first day at Coruscant University. He wanted everything to go perfectly and make a lot of friends.

After a long drive, the taxi stopped in front of the building housing the omegas' dormitories, which would serve as his new home until his graduation. Hoping that the person who would be his roommate would be someone calm and friendly, Obi-Wan hoped that they could form a lasting friendship and help each other at all times, even if they didn't study the same thing.

Since he had heard creepy stories about bad roommates and how they made life impossible for anyone who lived in the same room, that had become a total nightmare.

Room changes take quite a while to process, and student resources almost always overlook applications; some people would rather drop out of college or rent a room far away than continue living with an unpleasant roommate.

Obi-Wan prayed internally that the person who would live with him would be normal—just that.

The omega took out all his bags and paid for the taxi, thanking him for the ride. The suitcases were heavy even though there were only five, but Obi-Wan wanted to feel at home, so he walked to the entrance of the building. A passerby opened the door for him to pass when he saw the poor omega carrying too much baggage.

Approaching the reception as best he could to ask for information about his room.

"Hello," the omega greeted nervously.

"Hello," the receptionist, who was a Beta, returned the greeting in a very friendly manner. "What's your name?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi"

The beta began typing as fast as he could, looking for the given name and thus obtaining the corresponding information and giving him the access card for the room. "Room 316. Welcome."

"Thank you." Obi-Wan put the card away and walked toward the room. The omega utilized a luggage cart to facilitate his movement throughout the building. After losing his way for several minutes, Obi-Wan finally reached his room, carefully swiped his keycard, and opened the door. Leaving the conveyor cart at the entrance, as it didn't go completely through the door frame.

The place was small but cozy; it had two beds, two desks, two closets, and two sofas.

The best part was that his roommate hadn't arrived yet, allowing him to select the bed of his choice. Deciding on the one to the left of the entrance.

Without further ado, Obi-Wan decided to start unpacking all of his belongings and sorting them on his side of the room. He was on his way to get all his bags in when an omega tripped over his luggage cart, scaring them both.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault," the omega apologized with a touch of sadness. "I'm Satine, a pleasure."

"Obi-Wan," the omega let it go, and they greeted each other in a friendly manner. It would be nice if on his first day he made a friend in this place and on his floor. Helping the blonde omega pick up the suitcases she threw on the floor due to the impact.

They spent some time talking and getting to know each other better. After a while, they said goodbye so that Obi-Wan could organize his room and keep it clean and tidy to make a good impression on the omega who would be his roommate.

By nightfall, Obi-Wan finally finished taking out everything he had in his bags. Flipping through a fashion magazine while lying in his bed, as he was very bored and alone in his room, and the excitement of starting this new stage in his life did not let him sleep.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the room, and the omega got up as fast as he could to go and open it, combing his hair with his fingers, wanting to make a good impression on his roommate. 

"Hello—"

"They are going to give a party tonight; you have to come." Satine spoke as fast as she could when the omega opened the door, leaving him with the word in his mouth.

"Thank you, Satine, but I think I'll wait for my roommate."

"No! You don't mean it. You have to come." And after several pleas from the blonde omega, Obi-Wan agreed to go. He was dragged to the south building, where it appeared the beta fraternity was hosting a welcome party for all the new students.

The music echoed in the distance, and upon arrival, a multitude of individuals, including alphas, betas, and omegas, were present. Obi-Wan and Satine mingled with the crowd, drinking and dancing throughout the night. Meeting new people.

Parting ways for a moment from the blonde omega, Obi-Wan went in search of something to drink, but luck wasn't on his side tonight when he stumbled upon a tall, brown-haired alpha, spilling all the drink on both of them. Obi-Wan wanted to die of embarrassment, as he was the one who was soaked the most of the two.

"Excuse me, I'm so sorry," the alpha said with a hint of amusement, but as the omega attempted to retreat, he stopped him. "Wait! Where are you going?"

"I...I need to sit down." Obi-Wan was already half drunk, and the shame he felt for what had happened made him dizzy.

"Come, I'll bring you a towel." The alpha guided Obi-Wan through the crowd, seated him in an armchair, and searched for a towel to dry the omega. After some time, the alpha returned, providing the omega with a towel for drying. "I think my plan didn't work."

"What plan?" muttered Obi-Wan as he wiped himself; the alcohol in his brain had him already stunned, and the alpha sat near him to talk.

"I stumbled upon you so that we could talk." Obi-Wan laughed at this; the alpha was sweet in his own way, but then a bustle in the crowd made the omega look up and watch as Satine climbed onto a table and began to take off her blouse before everyone's eyes.

With awkward steps, Obi-Wan rose from the couch and hurried to pull his new friend off the table before she made a decision she would regret forever. Taking her in his arms and with how drunk they both were, he could barely stand, but the alpha he had just met came to his help to take them both to their rooms.

Satine was too heavy, but after an eternity they made it to the omega building. By university rules, the alpha couldn't enter if he didn't want to get into trouble, so he said goodbye to both omegas at the entrance. Obi-Wan, as he could, maneuvered Satine into his arms and headed toward the elevator. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The alpha began to walk away.

"Wait! I don't know your name." Obi-Wan almost forgot to ask the most important thing; the alpha turned in the distance shouting "Jango" before the elevator closed.

As best he could, the omega extracted information from Satine about where her room was, and after several incomplete babbles, he was finally able to find the room, knocking on the door timidly, as he did not want to disturb the omega's roommate. But she was very kind, thanking him and leading Satine to her bed.

Obi-Wan finally made his way to his room; it was a long night, and he was tired; all he wanted was to go to sleep. Entering the completely dark room without making a sound, stumbling over a box that was in the middle of the floor.

"Damn."

"Hello."

Obi-Wan swallowed a scream in fright; he didn't expect anyone to be inside. Stumbling, he made his way to the bedside table and, with clumsy movements, lit the lamp to partially illuminate the room; alcohol had already left him feeling confused and disoriented.

Directing his gaze towards an omega that was smiling at him from the other side of the room, his gaze was deep blue, and his blonde hair was brown; he had outlined features. His delicate and beautiful features made him look like a model, leading Obi-Wan to believe he was dreaming.

"Who are you?"

"Your roommate, Anakin Skywalker." Despite Obi-Wan's look of confusion, Anakin never stopped smiling at him as if he found the drunken omega's way of behaving funny.

Obi-Wan was unable to respond due to the overwhelming urge to vomit, so he hurried to the common bathroom located at the end of the hallway. He doesn't know how much time he spent vomiting, but when he returned to his room, the light from the bedside lamp was off, and Anakin was sleeping in bed.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan approached the omega, hoping to continue their conversation, but he did not respond, indicating that it would be best to go to sleep. He was still so drunk and dizzy that he didn't mind not taking off his clothes that still reeked of alcohol; he just dropped into bed, falling asleep into a deep sleep.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

The next morning arrived quickly, and the entire university was bustling with activity as students strolled through the campus and corridors, bringing the campus to life.

Obi-Wan shifted slightly, waking up from a deep sleep, but a headache caused him to gasp in pain. It was for this reason that he did not like to go to parties; he always drank too much and suffered the consequences the next morning.

He tries to continue sleeping, but the noise of someone moving and placing things in the room captures his attention. He opens his eyes heavily and focuses them on an omega who is already seeing him back and smiling at him.

"Hello, Obi-Wan," the omega said, finishing pasting his drawings on the wall. "You met me last night."

"Yes, what was your name?"

"Anakin," the omega, grabbed a bottle of pills and a bottle of water from the shelf and made his way toward Obi-Wan's bed. "Here, take this; it will help you."

"Thank you." Despite the embarrassment he felt because he made a bad first impression on Anakin, Obi-Wan was happy. Anakin was a very kind omega, and he hoped that over time they would become very good friends. Getting out of bed, he took the pills given and then drank them along with the water; he wanted the pain in his head to calm down and start the day in all possible spirits. "I didn't throw up on you last night, did I?"

"No," Anakin laughed at the question and continued to hang the various drawings on the wall next to his bed.

"Did you draw them?" Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice the talent with which the drawings were drawn; the omega really had a gift for drawing.

"Yes."

"They're pretty."

"Thank you." Placing the last drawing, Anakin sat up on the bed. "Come, let's go to the bookstore. It will do you good to walk."

"It's too early for me." Obi-Wan wanted to continue sleeping, so he settled back into bed and covered himself more between the blankets in an attempt to change the omega's mind.

"It's 3 in the afternoon."

Obi-Wan sighed, amused; apparently nothing was going as planned, but he couldn't complain since his roommate was more than he had asked for. So he decided to accompany Anakin to the bookstore after changing clothes and eating something light.

Both omegas were already in the bookstore choosing the books they would need for this university cycle when Obi-Wan's phone began to ring. Attracting Anakin's gaze.

Obi-Wan responded quickly, muttering to avoid drawing attention from everyone present. "Maul, what are you doing?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice."

"I told you not to do this."

"I need to talk to you."

"You make it harder."

"Obi-Wan, listen, I want to go there."

"Yes, but you didn't!" Obi-Wan raised his voice, looking around, hoping no one would notice his little outburst. He cleared his throat to regain his composure. "I can't speak."

Without giving the alpha time to respond, Obi-Wan hung up the call.

"That didn't sound good." Anakin walked towards him with all the material he needed in his arms. "Was he... your boyfriend?"

"Ex, it's complicated." Walking both to the cash register to pay for everything, Obi-Wan decided to open up to his new friend. "We were going to go to college together; we enrolled in Coruscant, but I got in and he didn't. I did my part, and we would both come here, and two weeks ago there was a vacancy on Coruscant—"

"No!"

"Yes."

"He didn't."

"No, he didn't," Obi-Wan sighed sadly.

"What an idiot. Do you miss him?" Anakin looked intently at all the expressions the omega made.

"Sometimes I think I miss him."

"It's hard to forget, believe me, but now you're in college, and an omega must continue with his life." Obi-Wan agreed with the omega; even though they barely knew each other, Anakin showed a lot of concern for him.

When they finished paying for the books, they both went to their room to continue organizing everything.

"Oh, my God!"

"What?" Anakin looked at the omega in confusion, pulling clothes out of his closet since he had brought too much and no longer had room.

"Now I'm jealous." Obi-Wan walked to Anakin's side and saw all the clothes of recognized brands that the omega had in his closet—clothes from this season that, at first glance, were very expensive.

"Oh yes, I have a lot of clothes. Can I put some things on your side?" Anakin looked at Obi-Wan's profile without him noticing, as he was clutching the shirts and pants from the omega's closet, marveling at the soft and delicate clothes.

"Sure, you can put in as much as you need."

"You can wear all you want; my mother shows me her affection by dropping me off at the most exclusive stores with her credit card."

"Do you live here?"

"20 minutes"

"That's good." Obi-Wan continued to see all the clothes he had only seen in catalogs; it felt like he was in an exclusive fashion store. "You'll go home on the weekends for laundry and free food."

"That will not happen. Nothing is free in my house." Obi-Wan noticed how the omega's blueberry smell became duller and more sour, realizing how sad it made him remember, so he didn't mention anything else; he didn't want to make Anakin feel uncomfortable.

But before the omega could give him words of encouragement, Anakin's state went from sad to curious, changing his emotions in a second, as did his scent. "What's that?"

Anakin walked to Obi-Wan's bed to take the omega's sketchbook without waiting for a response from him.

"Ah... it's nothing, just some ideas."

The omega took the notebook, climbed on the bed, and flipped through all the pages quickly. "They are good."

"Thank you." Obi-Wan blushed a little; he was flattered that someone like Anakin congratulated him. From the drawings he could see on the wall, he could tell that the omega had an excellent talent for drawing. "Does it bother you if I look at what you drew?"

But before the red-haired omega could reach Anakin's bed, this one got up and grabbed his sketchbook, clutching it tightly to his chest. "Actually, yes, it's nothing personal. It's the process. I don't want you to look at it if it's not perfect."

Obi-Wan understood; Anakin's shy attitude told him how reserved the omega was, so he didn't want to invade his space even though he was adjusting to being away from home. That, from what he could hear moments before, he lived in a house where the omega was not wanted. Obi-Wan started to feel sorry for him; the omega was an orphan who was adopted by a very loving beta couple who always showed him love regardless. He didn't want to imagine being in a house where his own parents rejected him or didn't show him the affection an omega needed.

"Okay."

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Days later, when classes finally started, both Anakin and Obi-Wan were in the cafeteria to eat something to go to their respective classes.

"Obi-Wan!"

Both omegas had finished their meal when Satine arrived at their table to speak with Obi-Wan.

"Hello," Satine sat down together with other omegas she had met over the course of the days and had become very good friends. Therefore, Obi-Wan decided it would be beneficial to introduce his roommate to both Satine's friends and his own, given that during their time together, Anakin had only talked and spent time with Obi-Wan. "He's my roommate, Anakin."

"Anakin? How formal. What do we call him?" muttered Satine, along with the other omegas, as everyone in their circle of friends had a distinctive nickname. "How about, Ani?"

Everyone at the table nodded in agreement. Anakin, who had been serious and somewhat angry since the omegas arrived to interrupt his moment with Obi-Wan, spoke in a serious, dark voice. "I like Anakin."

"Ah... it's fine." The blonde omega stammered and looked away from Anakin's piercing gaze; she had never met someone with such a deep and intense gaze as that omega. Satine swore that Anakin was thinking about how to hurt her because of the hatred that shone in his eyes.

"Oh, I have to go. Goodbye." Obi-Wan, unaware of Satine's discomfort, saw the time on his phone and was already late for his first class of the semester. Without further ado, he said goodbye to everyone.

"Goodbye." Anakin was not far behind either, coldly bidding farewell to everyone at the table.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Obi-Wan cursed his luck.

The university was huge and could barely be guided.

He didn't know where his class was, and he was already very late. Apparently he was going to create a bad first impression, and that irritated him, since he was the opposite of someone irresponsible.

He wanted to arrive early and talk to the teacher in charge to take his class; unfortunately, there was no space this semester, and Obi-Wan did not want to wait until the next semester. This was the best teacher in the subject, and he did not want to miss the experience of being taught by someone like him.

But apparently, nothing went as he had hoped.

His legs hurt a little from walking quickly across campus, but he finally arrived at his destination. From outside he could hear how the teacher had already started the class some time ago.

He carefully entered the classroom to sit in an empty place, watching as the professor, who apparently was an old alpha, walked between the desks explaining what he expected from the course and the topics to be addressed during the cycle.

After several minutes of lecture on important topics, the class finally ended, and Obi-Wan decided to get to know better who will be his guide in this course.

"Professor Palpatine"

"Yes?" The old alpha didn't even turn to see who was talking to him; he was busy saving the important documents he used in class so he could go to his office and rest.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to take this class."

"How sorry I am, my class is complete." Palpatine took a quick look at the omega, and his serious personality relaxed a bit. "You were late, weren't you? What's your name?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi." The omega reached for something in his handbag, handing a document to the alpha moments later. "I have a request."

"Why should I accept you, Obi-Wan Kenobi, when I rejected a dozen?" Palpatine glanced quickly at the document and looked at the omega again with renewed interest. "Would that be fair?"

The omega started to feel slightly uneasy due to the impending rejection. "No, I don't think so. I want to take his class because you're the best at what you do, but I think I'll wait until the next cycle."

Without further ado, Obi-Wan took the document from the alpha's hands and walked to the door of the classroom, sad and resigned. But suddenly he heard Palpatine sigh, calling out to him. "Obi-Wan"

The omega turned around, looking at the confused alpha, but he only extended his right hand as a sign to give him the document again and sign it. Obi-Wan tried to keep his pheromones of happiness from coming out and walked with a serious face to give the document to the alpha, thanking him for the gesture with a smile.

"You have two things I can't refuse: style and desire." 

Having the alpha's signature now in his possession, Obi-Wan thanked him again and retreated to his next class, walking in a hurry so as not to be late again.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

"Who is he?" 

Finally, they had finished classes for the day. Obi-Wan was in his bed with Anakin curled up next to him, watching his social network on the laptop. Obi-Wan was happy to be able to show a little bit of his personal life to Anakin, who looked at all the photos of the omega with big, curious eyes. Memorizing everything.

"My friend Cody, we studied together, but unfortunately our paths diverged when we chose different universities, but we kept in touch—"

Obi-Wan was interrupted when his bedroom door suddenly opened, showing Satine, who was pretty dressed up for a normal school day.

The blonde omega froze in place when she saw the two omegas together in the same bed. Anakin, who was comfortably leaning against Obi-Wan's shoulder, looked at her with angry eyes for interrupting them.

"Are you free? We'll go to a bar near here." However, Satine remained unfazed by the intense-eyed omega; she had previously discussed Anakin's serious demeanor with Obi-Wan. The omega sided with him, stating that Anakin is an introverted individual with a mother who lacks affection, making it challenging for him to initiate conversation or form friendships. Obi-Wan pleaded with Satine not to take this personally and instead to strive to be Anakin's friend.

Anakin made her uncomfortable in a bad way, but she would do anything for Obi-Wan, so she kept trying to be friends with the reserved omega.

"And how shall we get in?" asked Obi-Wan doubtfully.

"We are beautiful omegas," Satine said with obvious pride. "Are you coming?"

"Sure!" Obi-Wan closed the laptop, releasing himself from Anakin's tight grip, which grew stronger when Satine entered the room. Obi-Wan attributed this to the omega's fear of a stranger entering his personal space, so he refrained from mentioning it to avoid upsetting Anakin.

"Bars aren't my thing," Anakin muttered, climbing down from Obi-Wan's bed without another word and heading over to his bed to put on his headphones. Ending the conversation.

Satine took advantage of Anakin's small tantrum to get Obi-Wan out of the room and take him to the bar, which was too crowded for a weekday.

They both danced and drank a little; the night had just begun, but as the temperature rose in the bar, an alpha approached the two omegas, pulling Satine away from Obi-Wan.

The omega was delighted that his friend had secured a date for tonight, but his mood gradually deteriorated as he sat alone in the counter seats, observing how Satine had vanished amid the boisterous dancing crowd. Ending Obi-Wan's fun tonight.

Without further ado, he left the place; the streets were dark and lonely. Giving Obi-Wan a bad feeling, he sadly called Anakin to meet at a restaurant that was still open near the place. 

Obi-Wan didn't want to wake his roommate, but he felt so lonely right now that he didn't know who else to turn to. Anakin had gained his trust and friendship so early that he even looked at him as if he were his younger brother, wanting to protect him and give him his affection at all times. You could even say that Obi-Wan spoiled him, since he couldn't say no to him.

Anakin almost immediately arrived at the place, seeing himself troubled by his beautiful features, which made Obi-Wan feel very bad for waking him up and causing him to almost run there. 

The omega owed his life to Anakin for this enormous favor.

Smiling sadly as Anakin walked with some hesitation to the table where Obi-Wan was.

"Nice car." The omega knew that Anakin had money, but the latest model sports car in which he arrived at the restaurant confirmed his wealth.

"Where's Satine?" Anakin did not answer; he hadn't even sat in the chair offered by Obi-Wan. His tone was cold and distant. 

"I have no idea," sighed Obi-Wan wearily; nothing had gone right for him this day, and he wanted it to end.

"Well," Anakin finally relaxed, speaking back to Obi-Wan in his playful, relaxed tone, sitting down across from the omega. Looking happier now that the two of them were alone. "Since I'm here. Do you have an appetite?"

"I'm starving." 

"Me too." Anakin took the menu, looking for something he fancied. "I can't believe she left you alone." 

"Thank you for coming." The omega still felt some embarrassment for making Anakin get out of bed late at night and come to get him all the way to this desolate part of the city. But this simple gesture Obi-Wan was going to keep in his heart; his instinct told him that he could trust the omega; he was a true friend.

"You're welcome. I was awake." Anakin downplayed it when he saw how shy Obi-Wan was, so he decided to change the subject. "What will you eat?"

"Pancakes" 

"Just what I thought." Anakin stared at Obi-Wan for a long minute, not removing a big smile from his face. "Today was Satine's opportunity; tomorrow you'll be all mine. I want to show you the city in the right way, and I promise you I won't abandon you."

Obi-Wan smiled tenderly at Anakin; more than his friend, Obi-Wan already regarded him as his best friend, his brother. "Sounds good, yes."

[nobodysdaydreams]

GOGH! 🥰

@itsgoghtime

Please know I have read through this around 50x and love your reactions to pieces and am so glad you've enjoyed my fic this much 😍😍😍

I'm glad you've enjoyed the fic. Your original post meant so much to me, and it's been wonderful to go on this journey with you my friend 💕💕💕

I loved writing the out of touch reference and the Benedict siblings dance scenes (which you might notice all involve them dancing oblivious to all on lookers). The three of them might have chosen/been set on very different paths in life, but they are all siblings.

I'm sorry for how I made you feel about SQ. (But at least I gave him his due unlike the show). And I'm happy you enjoy my writing. 🥰

"He’s also convinced the whole family is crazy and in some ways, he’s completely right and it made me laugh how many times he was like “they’re insane and I am not like them” but also how many times it broke my heart for the same reason"

^Right? Because they are his family and in some ways...he is like them (in ways that the readers don't even know at this point, might discuss more later...) I think this is something a lot of kids with problematic parents go through. Because they often do bear a resemblance to their parents, whether in their interests, skills, personality, physical looks, or even just habits they picked up from being raised by them. And they still love their parents, but they recognize that there's a lot about them that's not great, and it's hard to separate the fact that you as their child can be like them in many ways without making the same bad choices that they did.

"Again - I don’t know how you do it, but there’s a level of empathy I have for Nerissa that I still simultaneously just don’t like her - and you’ve weaved everything so well so it’s… it’s just perfect. Empathy for the villain and we still don’t like em 👏 (specifically her entire scene with the villains in her head… crushed me)"

^I'm so glad I struck that balance! And the scene with the villains in her head is one I've had in my own head for a looonnngggg time (since The Oldest Siblings). I'm happy to finally be able to share it with you (and give insight as to why she feels guilt about what happened to her family).

"BECAUSE THEN we get into SQ’s half of this scene and I about DIED - like… heart stopped, tears formed, I was freaking out / lil side note before I continue on that part - my heart continues breaking for SQ, specifically over the stuffed bird, and him realizing he’s been lied to his whole life, and that fake love and affection (that he still turns to later!! GAH)"

^I'm sorry about the death scare. (Don't worry, I wouldn't end it with SQ dying...even I'm not that horrible). As for the fake love and affection, the sad part is there was a degree to which they were real (because Nathaniel is such a complicated confusing traumatized and broken guy), but SQ doesn't know that. He has no idea how much of his father actually loves him, or more importantly, even if his dad does love him, SQ doesn't know if his father is capable of realizing what he did wrong and changing his behavior. We as the reader know Nathaniel is starting to understand that now, but poor SQ has no idea. He thinks his dad is still the patronizing "this is for your own good" type of guy he was before.

"AND his “maybe if they hadn’t been friends with him at all they’d still be alive today” BROKE ME BODS - right in half like a nilla wafer"

^There's some symbolism behind that line that I can't share as of yet, but it's very ironic in that their friendship both doomed the SOS, but in other ways it saved them. It also connects to when Curtain first tells infant SQ that he's better off without him. Ironically, he ends up sort of being right, but he didn't have to be.

"He’s also so empathetic and compassionate and I love that about SQ with my entire soul"

^I know! I love this so much about him. He has every reason to be bitter, due to being used and lied to by almost everyone he's ever met, and yet, he loves and cares for everyone, even his enemies. It's something SQ views as a weakness of his, and yet from an outsiders perspective it's incredibly admirable. Something for us all to strive towards.

"also - like it said, why would there be a keypad inside the room, and what kind of person leaves the password 1234ENTER if you’re keeping a prisoner in there? Lol 😆"

^I've greatly enjoyed your reactions, Gogh. So guess I'll give this one to you. Like Nerissa said, it's not a prison cell. And it was never built to keep someone locked in, at least not initially. It was meant to keep others out. That's why the keypad is on the inside. Sadly, Nerissa didn't think to factor in her young nephew's compassion and poorly developed survival instincts.

"His thoughts of not wanting to die and then thinking about his dad and saying he’s scared absolutely destroyed me / And even then, Nerissa gets back up from her narcoleptic attack and thinks he’s GONE and my heart still breaks for her and for SQ at the same time and I just went through the seven stages of grief. Twice. /And then he’s okay. HES OKAY and I began to breathe again. Wiped my tears and kept reading."

^I'm sorry about that scene. Happy the emotions had an effect on you, but sorry it hurt you so much.

"SQ thinking he’s in heaven was adorable and he wanted to see his dad 🥺 and it brought me joy until she walked back in the room and crushed his hopes / I mean, I wouldn’t quite know what to think either, SQ. We’re in the same boat. / “You’ll be safe in here” - proceeds to shut him in an airtight room"

^In fairness to Nerissa, SQ getting out of his room last time didn't exactly turn out well. She's only thinking about his safety.

"not gonna lie - when this next ABBA song started, I thought it was the end. was relieved for literally .5 seconds"

^Sorry, Gogh. It's not over until the song ends.

Something about SQ using birds to connect to his birth father really speaks to me. You might notice that's a reoccurring theme :)

"false sense of security with more ABBA - I will not see these songs the same way ever again. And I am okay with that. (Cause what better reason than to remember this amazing fic???)"

^Knowing that I have made approximately um...like random 6 people think of my writing whenever they hear ABBA music playing entertains me. I now dream of the day I'm like 70, and this song comes on and someone mutters, "oh this song always makes me sad. Reminds me of a tragic fic I read on AO3 when I young, y'all remember AO3?" And then I freak out as if I've just met a celebrity.

"let me put it this way. when I read “He couldn’t give up now, this couldn’t be the end.” And “It wouldn’t be the end, he told himself.” I knew. I knew I knew I knew and I was still somehow shocked when we get more ABBA and it’s OVER"

^yeah...I put that line in on purpose. Sorry.

"it’s over. I cried. It was beautiful and still left so so many questions."

^I'm glad you loved and don't worry: one way or another, I will give you some answers :)

"Bods, thank you so much for writing SOS - it’s literally one of my favorite fic series I have ever read. Ever. / It’s been such a wild ride - like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride at Disneyland, absolutely insane and so many plot twists but now that I’m getting off the ride it’s just… / it’s beautiful. so good. I will be rereading it again. /You are so talented and I’ve loved every part of it."

^Thank YOU so much for these reactions. I love every word. I will be rereading them again. And if I did write more in the series, it would take a while, which give you a lot of time to reread it.

"although I can’t say I would complain if we got more to it, but if that isn’t the plan that’s okay too 👀"

^Right now, there is no plan. We shall see what the future holds.

Also, you live reactions, especially the "WHAT" made me laugh so much 😂😂😂

Exactly the reaction I was going for, thank you.

You're the best. 🫶💕🥰

Well TMBS Fandom, It's Finally Finished.

That's right folks. After just over a year, I have finally finished my 350k+ word fanfic. You don't have to worry about seeing it in the tags any longer. My burden can finally be laid to rest in this beautiful, narratively satisfying ending that I'm sure you all will enjoy. And to show my gratitude for all my lovely readers, I even went through the trouble of adding several spoiler memes to this post under the keep reading button. I'm also especially excited about this chapter, because it answers a question that @mvshortcut asked me in one of their comments on my very first "The Oldest Siblings" fic. Sorry it took me so long to answer it, but better late than never.

Also: on the off, random chance that anyone is upset with this ending (no clue why you would be), please know that there is an author's note coming that explains a lot, it's just gonna take some time to write it, but I think you’ll enjoy it, and thank you so much for reading.

Chapter 29 Summary: SQ has a conversation with his aunt and learns new information about his family.

Once again tagging everyone who originally expressed interest in the fic: @sophieswundergarten @myfairkatiecat @kneeslapworthy @serial-serializednovelreader @itsgoghtime @oflightningandstars

Thank you all for reading! 🥰

[prythiansprincess]

4,5,22 with cassian??? Thankss luv💕

devilish.

author's note: it's baby boy cassian's turn and he's feeling quite devilish. warning: smut under the cut

Scarlet and gold bathes your skin in a soft, hazy glow as Cassian's wings swallowed up every ray of light in your bedroom. The Illyrian warrior kneels between your legs with a predatory smile as he fastens your wrists to the bed with rope. That molten hazel gaze of his burns with desire as he traces the curve of your bottom lip.

"You look so pretty all tied up for me."

You wanted to reach out and touch him. To tug on his long, raven locks and run you hands all over his toned chest and sculpted abs. You wanted to wrap your legs around his waist and claw at his back as he brought you to the edge over and over again, but instead you could do nothing but watch as the beautiful male appraised you with a predatory gaze. You were entirely at his mercy tonight and he promised to reward you if you were a good girl.

"Play with me, Cas."

Cassian smirked, drunk on the needy and desperate tone of your voice. Gods, he loved seeing you like this. Laid bare and spread out on the mattress like his own personal feast. He hummed in appreciation, his gaze raking over your naked form. Cassian didn't even know where to start. He could bite and nip at your neck or flick his tongue over your sensitive peaks or make you come undone with his fingers alone. There were so many choices, but the scent of your arousal swayed him to the latter option.

You watched with rapt attention as Cassian spread your legs open, a growl racking through his chest when he found you wet and dripping for him. Your folds were slick and glistening with your juices, ready for Cassian's fingers, tongue, or cock. Whichever he preferred to give you first.

Your mate sucked in a breath, his eyes nothing but black depths of desire as his gaze flickers back up to your face. "Look at yourself, all wet and I haven't even touched you yet."

You bit your bottom lip, fluttering your lashes up at him. "I can't help it. This is what you do to me, Cassian. You make me so needy. So desperate. I'm so fucking wet for you."

Cassian growled, tilting your chin up and capturing your lips in his. The kiss is full of passion and heat, that heady desire stretching between you as his tongue slips past your parted lips. You moan into his mouth and the sound echoes through his entire body, making him come alive with pleasure. He nips and sucks at every inch of your skin, leaving trails of saliva all over your neck, your breasts, your navel, until he comes face to face with your pussy.

Your mate buries his face between your legs, licking a stripe through your folds that had you writing underneath him. Cassian holds your hips down, flashing you a chastising expression.

"Stay still, baby girl. I want to take my time tasting you."

You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue buried within you. But you knew that you had to be good. So you lowered your hips and stayed perfectly still as Cassian watched.

"That's my good girl."

The praise washed over you as Cassian kissed the inside of your thighs, dipping lower and lower until his tongue expertly flicked against your folds. You gripped the sheets to stop yourself from bucking your hips upwards. You wanted to be good. You wanted to please your mate.

But gods, it was absolutely excruciating to maintain control of yourself.

The Cauldron must have heard your plea because Cassian picked up the pace, sucking and swirling at all the right spots. He teased two fingers at your entrance and they slid inside your pussy with ease, lathering his digits with your juices as he pumped in and out of you. It felt good—so good—but it didn't stop you from wishing it was his cock instead.

"Cas—please. Fuck."

You were an absolute mess as he curved his fingers within your walls, hitting that spot just right. His tongue flicked over your clit and you could feel the tension building up in your core, the precipice of your orgasm rearing.

"Please, what?" Cassian prompts, pumping his fingers inside of you once more. "What is it that you want, baby girl?"

"I want you to fuck me. Please."

Cassian was absolutely fucking done for. He grunted, pulling his fingers out of you and positioning himself between your legs. Your juices glistened on his middle and pointer fingers as he brought them up to your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking his digits clean. Cassian groaned as you took him to the back of your throat before releasing him with a pop.

"So good for me, you ready for your reward?"

You eagerly nodded, making Cassian chuckle as he released his cock from the constraints of his trousers. Your mouth nearly watered at how long and thick he was and you could already feel the stretch it would take to accommodate his size.

He slowly eased the tip in and even that made you wince, feeling your walls hugging around his thickness. Cassian moaned in pleasure as you hugged around him.

"So fucking tight. You feel so good, baby girl."

You wanted so badly to claw at his back, but the restraints kept you from doing so and it only served to heighten the pleasure. You wrapped your legs around Cassian's waist, pushing him further in as you both groaned at the tight fit. When he was finally all the way in, your mate brushed the tears from your eyes and kissed your temple.

"You take me so well, sweetheart. It's like your pretty little cunt was made just for me." He thrusts into you, slamming his hips against yours. You moaned as he hiked his leg over his shoulder, fucking you right into the mattress.

"So good, Cas. So fucking good."

[asonofpeter]

Cherry Pop | ll

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Into her final year of college, Reader feels pressured by her “friends” to lose her virginity. So she enlists the help of Peter, her older, much more skilled fellow Avenger. Completely casual…

Warnings: SMUT (18+), nipple play, fingering, porn with plot, mentions of anxiety (briefly), fluff

Word Count: 3128

A/N: Yay part 2! Thank you all for the support you have given this series! I'm excited to continue to share it with you all! A little heads up, only blogs with their age on their page will be added to the taglist. Enjoy! 💕💕💕

What do you wear when you’re about to lose your virginity to your fellow teammate/neighbor?

You pondered to yourself while rummaging through various different drawers in your closet. Each piece of clothing did not fit well together as you got ready for your “date” with Peter. Was it even considered a date? More like a right of passage?

Shutting your drawer, you huffed as you moved your hair out of your face. You had thirty minutes left to get ready and you weren’t sure how you were feeling.

Nervous, for sure. Excited? Maybe.

A knock pierced through your ears and your heart elevated. It couldn’t be Peter, you hadn’t heard him on the floor for an hour. But the knock wasn’t coming from your door. A second knock was heard and you shrieked when you saw Peter sticking to the window.

“Peter! What are you doing out there?!” you shrieked, opening the window and letting him inside.

“Coming to get you?” he said but it sounded more like a question. “It’s time,” he pointed to his watch and your eyes blew out of your head.

“No, it’s not seven yet,” you furrowed your brows, reaching for your phone. Fuck, it’s 7:05. “Give me five minutes to change,” you hurried back into your closet.

“Take your time, Y/N, no need to pressure yourself,” he called after you, shoving his hands into his pockets while he looked around your room.

Heart beating fast, you picked out a simple pink blouse and a matching skirt—which was your first choice in the beginning. Listing off your mental checklist, you were absolutely ready to lose your virginity tonight.

“Okay, so what’s the big plan you have that you didn’t tell me for the past week?” you opened the closet door, smoothing your skirt out before grabbing your purse from your bed. You could feel Peter’s gaze linger on you from where he was standing by your desk, studying the pictures hung on your wall a few moments prior.

You wondered what he was thinking, his eyes drifting down to your exposed legs for a split second. Did he find you pretty? Attractive? He had to, right? He did agree to sleep with you.

Then your self-doubt seeped in as you laced your shoes. Not many guys have lusted after you and when they did, they were creeps. Straightening up to meet Peter, you hoped that his intentions were good. But you needed to remind yourself that this was just sex.

“It’s a surprise, c’mon,” he nodded his head towards the window, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“We’re not going to swing over there, are we?” you pointed outside. You were hundreds of stories up in the tower. Seeing Peter stick outside your window even brought you anxiety.

“Yes, it’s the fastest and only way to get there,” he stated. “I won’t drop you,” he reassured, passing you a smile that caused your heart to thump.

“Where could you possibly take me that won’t allow a car?” you tipped your head in curiosity.

“Just follow me,” he held out his hand. “You look pretty, by the way,” he complimented, making your face heat up with a smile.

You reluctantly took it as he walked towards the window, stopping to allow you to climb on. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hand delicately touching your lower back while you hid your face in his neck. There was no way you were going to open your eyes. Once he knew you were secured tight on him, he stepped outside, the noisy traffic and sounds of New York filled your ears.

“Oh god, I’m regretting this,” you winced, the wind blowing in your face.

As scared as you were, the feeling of Peter’s arm wrapped around your waist made you safe. You trusted Peter and you aren’t regretting choosing him to be the one.

“Shh, hold on,” he grinned, shooting out a web, and before you knew it, you were flying.

~~~~~

“Are you sure you’re not taking me to the middle of the woods to murder me?” you cocked a brow while he led you through the trees.

After a terrifying experience of swinging through New York, Peter landed in the woods of all places. You were completely clueless but you weren’t doubting him yet.

“Have faith in me, Y/N,” he stifled a laugh in front of you, a dim light coming a few meters ahead.

Approaching the small cabin-like structure, you were puzzled when Peter grabbed a key to unlock it.

“I built this place two years ago, to escape life’s duties,” he sighed as he shut the door behind you.

Inside was a fairly small area, a bed in the corner, table and kitchen on the other side, and a door that you hoped led to a bathroom. It was quaint and secluded. Only the crickets and other nature sounds were heard. Peaceful.

“I took a construction class back in high school, researched tiny home permits and such,” he smiled, clearly proud of himself. “My second home and our spot for the next few weeks,” he stated.

“Wow, this is incredible, Peter, you have a talent,” you commented, taking it all in, your fingers brushing along the wood detailing in the pillars. “Is this where you go when you’re not in the tower?” you furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, the stress of being Spider-Man weighs on you,” he sat on the bed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You frowned at his confession. You always sympathized with him, being one of the most famous people in the world. Gently taking a seat next to him, you placed your hand on top of his, that spark shooting across you again.

“What did you mean by weeks?” you questioned, recalling his previous statement. “Tonight’s the night,” you said.

“We’re not rushing into this,” he countered. “You need to take your time, really get to level in your body to know what you want,” he explained and you shook your head.

“But I know what I want,” you slightly grew defensive. “And I have for the last four years”.

“Come here,” he beckoned you over and you grew confused at his command. “Sit on my lap,” he ordered.

You felt your cheeks heat up. How were you supposed to sit on his lap if you just got here? Oh, guess that proves his point.

“Come here,” he repeated and you complied this time. Your thighs hung over his, skirt rising up your skin and you felt another rush of electricity when your inner thighs brushed over his jeans. “See, I know you feel everything,” he gently wrapped his hands around your arms.

“Only because we have similar powers,” you stated, trying to stay as still as possible.

“Exactly and I know for a fact going too fast will be overstimulating, which won’t feel good,” he reasoned and you finally understood. “We’re not going to go all the way today, okay?” Peter grabbed your face so you can look at him, eyes firm. “Do you trust me?” he gazed into your eyes, your heart beating wildly as you stared back.

“Yes,” you nodded truthfully. With my life.

“Great,” he smiled, dropping his hand down to pinch your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, his eyes falling to your lips before he glanced at you for confirmation. “I trust you too,” he said before he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours.

You closed your eyes at the contact, a moan escaping you uncontrollably and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“Sorry, everything’s heightened,” you pulled away, biting your lip.

“Don’t apologize,” he pulled your lip out from between your teeth. “I don’t want you to hold back, let me hear exactly how I make you feel,” he slid his hand down the side of your neck and his touch alone sent your head flying back while you breathed out deeply.

Fuck me.

“Perfect,” he said, his breath fanning on your neck while he gripped the back of your head to draw you back to him, his lips pressing the softest kisses on your skin as he led a trail all the way to your mouth.

Your breaths were rapid and you couldn’t help as you grind against him, your hands flying to hold onto his shoulders.

“Mhmm,” you moaned into his mouth, lips moving together slowly and sensually. His other hand reached down to wrap around your waist, holding you close while he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. Your tongues tangled together and you discovered you loved the way he tasted.

You wanted more.

Pressing yourself against his chest, creating more friction, you played with the hair on his nape, tugging at his loose curls. Your breathing became short and frequent as you tried to breathe, your mind telling you to pull away but your body kept itself right in its place.

“You need to breathe,” Peter leaned back, lips red and swollen. “It feels good when your senses are in control, but right now, you need to learn to control them,” he panted, moving some hair out of your face.

“How do you know all of this?” you questioned, sitting back on his lap and his erection didn’t go unnoticed to you, causing you to shift which then led to him grabbing your hips. “Sorry,” you sheepishly smiled, Peter sending you an amused look.

“Experience,” he answered. “It’s different for us and sometimes it’s bad,” he added and you nodded, understanding him completely. “But when you control it, you’ll feel indescribable,” he began rocking your hips against his, your breath hitching.

“Is that why it feels like I could come any second?” you laughed and he repeated your action.

“Yeah, exactly,” he rested back on his arms with you still on top of him.

“Can you help me?” you asked, Peter’s smirk growing wider.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he came back closer to you, his scent filling your nose again. “I’m going to take this off, okay?” he reached for the hem of your blouse.

You nodded as he undid the buttons, your chest rising and falling until he reached for the last one. Your breath caught in your throat as he pushed the shirt open to reveal your white bra with pretty florals printed on it. You gently grabbed his hands and led them to the hook in the front, letting him undo it.

The cool air hit your chest and you sucked in a breath as your nipples hardened. You felt heat rush to your cheeks when Peter cursed under his breath, your breasts on full display for him.

“Tell me how you like to touch yourself,” he said nonchalantly, eyes scanning back to your face, your eyes widening in response.

“I-,” you stuttered, heat rushing to your face. “That sounds like a personal question,” you laughed awkwardly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’m literally staring at your boobs, Y/N, I think we’re past personal,” he shot back, passing you a look and his eyes raking back down to your chest.

“I want to take your shirt off first,” you stated, dreaming of seeing his beautiful chiseled body again.

“Have at it,” he gestured, your hands finding the bottom of his shirt. You bunched the fabric in your hands before you slid it off his body, his arms and head going through the holes until you were both bare-chested.

“Wow,” you gaped, earning a lowered chuckle from him. “Your wound, it’s healing,” you noticed the faint scar on his side, your fingers brushing over it.

“Thanks to you,” he grinned. “Now show me,” he cocked a brow, securing his arm around your waist.

“Okay, usually it’s at night, in my bed,” you began, rubbing your hands on your skirt to smooth the material out.

“Hmm, some nights, I hear you, you know,” he smirked, gazing up at you and your face instantly became warm. “I want to know exactly what you do to make those little noises”. So you can do it a hundred times better.

“My nipples, they’re sensitive,” you said, taking a deep breath.

Without guiding him to them, he carefully scooped them into his hands, kneading the soft flesh as you melted into his chest. You bit down on your lip when he rolled your nipples between his fingers.

“You touch yourself like this when you’re all alone?” he hummed, his hot breath fanning on your neck as he pressed a soft kiss on your sensitive skin.

“Yes,” you breathed out, hands reaching to grip his shoulders for support. The simple sensation of his fingers toying with your peaks sent chills down to your core and you found yourself grinding on him harder.

It was much more intense with him. All you had to do was focus on your pleasure, no worry about doing any work to reach that point. He has that all covered and you were a mess just thinking about it.

“Show me where else,” he commanded, another trail of moans coming from you while you shifted in his hold, your core rubbing against his jeans and you could feel the outline of him. He continued to squeeze one breast while you reached for his left hand and traced it down your body and between your legs.

“Right there, with your middle finger,” you panted, raking your nails down his biceps.

He dipped his hand under your panties and was met with wetness. Your mouth opened in a gasp. This was the wettest you’ve ever been and he’s barely done anything. The moment his finger brushed against your bud, your voice ripped out in a shout.

“Fuck, that feels too fucking good!” you whined, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Don’t hold back, okay? Just let it out,” he stated into your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before his lips met yours. You moaned into the kiss.

The touch on your lips, your breasts, your clit. It was a trifecta of pleasure and you weren’t sure how much longer you would last.

His finger was slow in its attack on your clit, those soft circles wrapping around and around made your thighs squeeze around his hand. You whimpered when he slid his digit along your slit, collecting your slick and briefly brushing along your hole.

Your mind quickly wandered to what it would be like to have his fingers inside you, then it shifted to what his cock would feel like once he finally takes your virginity. He was definitely above average from what you felt and you wondered if his spider genes might have something to do with it.

But you weren’t scared. No, you felt thrilled at the thought when that moment would finally arrive. You couldn’t wait to experience it with Peter because right now as he is showing you, he would only take care of you and make sure you come undone.

Over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you arched your back when your pleasure snapped, a feeling washing over you that was just immense. “It’s too much,” you cried, eyes squeezed shut when you felt his finger linger for a bit to help you calm down.

“It’s okay,” he pressed a kiss to your temple when you slouched down a bit. “You did perfect, just relax for a bit,” he rubbed your arms, pulling a spare blanket over you.

“I don’t think I can do anymore,” you shook your head, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, Peter,” you apologized, sitting up.

“I meant it when I said we’ll take it slow,” he reassured you.

“But what about you?” you questioned, glancing down at his crotch.

“Don’t worry about me,” he waved you off. “This is about you”.

“What if you teach me how to go down on a guy?” you proposed and he only laughed.

“Later, let’s just relax for a bit,” he said, helping you readjust your clothes.

While he helped adjust your clothes back on, you couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies in your stomach as you gazed at him.

~~~~~

“The last time I came here was to meet my friend’s boyfriend for the first time,” you took in the sight of the fifties-styled diner, following Peter as you took a seat in a booth by the window. The bright fluorescent lights were a huge contrast to the dim scenery in Peter’s cabin.

You smiled when the waitress came by with two menus and water.

“I was the seventh wheel,” you added, sipping from your cup.

“I’m gonna stand on my comment the other day, you need better friends,” he said, glancing at you.

“It’s my last year of college, kinda too late to find other friends,” you shrugged, playing with the wrapper of your straw.

“I’m sure anyone will be better than them,” he hummed, scanning through the menu. “Besides that point, how was your day?” he glanced up, passing you a small smile.

You grinned as you looked down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear when you felt your face heat up. Don’t embarrass yourself.

“I fingered you not even an hour ago and you’re flustered because I asked you how your day was?” he deadpanned before his face turned to amusement.

“Well, not many guys ask me that,” you shrugged. No guys ask me that. “I’m not used to this type of chivalry,” you looked down at your menu.

“Asking you a question is not chivalry, Y/N,” he stated.

“Oh, thanks for raising my standards then,” you passed him a genuine smile which earned a chuckle from him.

“Funny,” he said.

“So when’s our next session?” you asked, placing your menu down and leaning towards him over the table.

“I’ll let you know,” he glanced over the top of his menu, brown eyes peering into yours. “Eager already?” he teased, making your cheeks heat up even more.

“No,” you responded too quickly. “Just would like to know to pencil it in,” you mimicked with your hand, slowing your words down.

“Let’s try for Tuesday then,” he said, smiling at the waitress who set two glasses of water down.

“Planning the second date already?” the waitress awed at the sight of “young love”.

“Yeah, something like that,” Peter responded, gazing at you and his smile only made your heat rush with heat more.

“You two are such a cute couple,” she grinned, grabbing her pen to write your orders down.

You straightened as you heard her compliment. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of pride swarming you as she said it. You would not mind if people thought that Peter was yours as much as you were his.

~~~~~

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Thank you for tagging me @sinfulsalutations! This is a snippet from Colder Weather, a Fem!Reader x Pirate/Post-Stassis Kix that I’ve been working on 💕

Sometimes, if the urge to flee stalled on its way from brain to body, he’d roll toward you, fold his arm underneath his head, and trail a gentle fingertip along all his favourite parts of your body: the fleshy space between neck and shoulder, where he so often sought the comforting fragrance of your skin; the shallow dimples on your lower back, perched just above the swells of muscle that he could barely keep his hands off; the gaps between your fingers that so-perfectly housed his, as if they were ten adjacent pieces of a puzzle crafted by divine artistry.

Time had yet to reveal any explanation for the mystifying tenderness of his touch… it didn’t seem possible that such rough hands could trail so gently against your skin, yet his calloused fingers could have been draped in velvet for how softly they graced your most sensitive areas.

And his pillow talk? It was poetry. His honeyed voice would utter whispered stories of glorious mountain ranges on far away planets while his delicate strokes from his fingertips ghosted atop the swells of your hips. He’d speak of the freckles smattered across your cheeks, and how they almost perfectly mirrored the night sky in Wild Space where the stars were so many, that astronomy had become an obsolete science, the citizens opting to merely look upon them for their unrivalled celestial magnificence. And when he would speak of the vibrant array of wild flowers that adorned the meadows of Felucia, he’d scoop your hand into his and kiss each individual knuckle, as if the immense power to blossom such beauty dwelled inside the fingers interlaced with his.

But despite the adoration that kept him returning to your side, only once had the bliss of your union softened his guard enough to let something slip. Only once had he mentioned a brother: Jesse, a man spoken of thoughtlessly as Kix snickered his way through the recollection of a frantic speeder ride across the plains of Saleucami. But the music of his laughter utterly vanished upon voicing the name he’d never meant to speak, the silence that filled its wake so saturated with unexpressed grief, that even the hushed sounds of your breath felt inappropriate, and despite having watched the light leave his brown eyes so often in the past, you’d never seen it replaced with a darkness as deep and as sorrowful as then.

“Tell me about him,” you probed instantly, hopeful that the delicate touch of your hand on his shoulder would be enough to ground him there in the bed with you despite the torment darkening his eyes; hopeful that the soft caress of your fingers would prevent him from conceding to his anguish, tossing the sheet aside, and leaving you with nothing but the familiar sight of his retreating back and the bittersweet smell of him lingering on your pillow.

A ringing silence encompassed the room, broken only by the uninterested and occasional chirp of a cricket nestled in the long grass just outside your window. Speaking his brother’s name had rendered Kix momentarily muted and seemingly paralyzed, his eyes affixed on an image that his cruel memory had imprinted upon the ceiling above him. His breaths quickened in earnest, his shoulder rising and falling rhythmically against your palm while his nostrils flared against the same onslaught of turmoil also knitting his brows together.

“Kix?” you whispered, fingers raising to gently stroke his hair. Waves of black, peppered with the beginnings of grey, almost entirely concealed the remnants of a tattoo… letters; pieces of a phrase that he’d consistently sidestepped divulging to you. The ink, seemingly unblemished by time, looked as if it had only recently been embedded into his olive skin, yet his repeated, vague explanation of ‘I was a dumb kid’, suggested it was a choice made long ago; a decision made deep in a past that he refused to speak of.

“Tell me about Jesse, my love…” you implored to his continued silence, watching with bated breath as the muscles in his jaw contracted in near perfect time with his hammering heart.

Finally, some semblance of a reaction. He wrenched his eyes away from the ghost hovering over top of him and swallowed heavily. “My brother…” Kix muttered to the ceiling after clearing his throat of emotion, his knuckles cracking quietly atop his chest as his fingers began to fidget. “He… he died a long time ago. They all did.”

“Who did?” You didn’t dare speak in anything above a whisper, grateful that the heartache hanging in in the air had robbed your words of the curiousity that he so often shirked and dissuaded. Tension gathered in your brows as your eyes danced across his tormented features, your fingers abandoning their soothing dance along his temple to trail all the way under his chin and weave their way into his beard. “Babe?” you asked, cupping his jaw and softly turning his face toward you. “Who is ‘they’?”

“My family.”

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