#chubby newt

[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

[aziraphales-library]

Hi, I love LOVE you all for this blog! Thank you for doing this for the community 🥰

I wonder if you can recommend some loooong multi-chapter E-rated Human AUs of a particular flavor. I tend to like ones where there is a meeting early on, a bit of pining, plenty of spicy interludes and not tooooo much angst in the story line. Bonus points for chubby/fat Aziraphale my beloved.

My absolute faves are Under Construction and Car Trouble by @summerofspock and Petrichor and Parchment by @katnoggin.

If you can make anything of this, I'd be eternally grateful! Thank you!

Hello! We have plentiful #human au and #long fic tags, so do have a root around those for more fics that will fit the bill. Here are some with the details you've requested, most of which I don't think we've recommended before...

Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by snek_of_eden (E)

The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” __________ When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love.

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E)

Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really. Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it. A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

Romeo in Black Jeans by Caedmon (E)

Popular fashion designer, Crowley, meets a beautiful man at his best friend's show, and it's love at first sight. He is determined to make Aziraphale fall for him, too... if only he could get Aziraphale to stop running so hot and cold.

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue (E)

Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener… Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

Argumentum a fortiori by PeturbingPrism (E)

"From the stronger argument", the Good Omens Alternate Universe barristers fic you never knew you wanted! Crowley could be a rising star at Brimstone Chambers, if he could control his temper and apply himself. Aziraphale is on the edge of losing not only his job, but his entire family over a disagreement over which organisations he has granted funds to through his beloved Miracle Foundation, the philanthropic arm of his his family's angel investment firm. Anathema tries to help her old friend out by introducing him to the only lawyer she knows who might be crazy enough to take on the might of Celeste & Sons. Two people with different ways of dealing with their issues strike up an unlikely friendship, leading to love and healing. Lots of bickering, bookshop silliness, boozing, bentley rides, shared desserts and blushing.

Divine Restorations & Repairs by skimmingthesurface, SylWritesStuff (E)

While it's unfortunate for one’s car to break down in the middle of the countryside, the pretty-as-a-postcard Tadfield could hardly be considered the worst place Anthony J. Crowley has ever been. Of course, it doesn’t help that it looks like it hasn’t yet seen the turn of the millennia, let alone this decade, but perhaps that’s just what he needs as he crawls his way out of the Hell he’s endured for the past fifteen years. Maybe the last thirty, if he's honest with himself. Though he could do without the rain. When Aziraphale Fell happens upon him and offers him shelter from the storm in his little family-run antique repair shop, neither are expecting it to change everything. The angel with his white umbrella and his tartan bowtie doesn’t expect this mysterious stranger to be able to fill the timely vacancy in his shop or the quiet of his life, but they’ve both had experience in restoring once-beloved items back to their full glory. Perhaps Crowley hasn’t fallen quite so far that he wouldn’t fit in with the rest of Aziraphale’s ragtag team of eccentric restoration experts. And perhaps they may be able to turn that talent on themselves and each other, and seal the cracks in their own hearts.

- Mod D

[zer0brainc3lls]

tmr angst headcanons!!

0k yall, the promised angst head canons have arrived and if you wish to check my sweet ones they are here

Gally:

oh gally.. poor gally and his absolute guilt and fear of losing himself again and killing another..

after he killed chuck for MONTHS he was terrified he would somehow lose himself again and kill someone else, he literally refused to even have physical contact unless absolutely necessary for so long, once he slowly got over his fear he never really got back to normal, hugs are EXTREMELY rare from him, even rarer then before.

gally refused to let himself grieve over chuck and the deaths of the Gladers that stayed behind until he literally couldn't because he believed for a long time he believed he didn't have the right to.

He refused to talk about them too, like if someone just asked about the maze or about what happened he would refuse to answer them

one day frypan brought up something about one of Gally's old friends on accident and he just started BALLING, it wasn't loud or anything just silent tears as he started insisting he didn't mean to hurt anyone, after talking it out with frypan a bunch and a few more times after he felt a bit less guilt.

After a long time he carved his old friends names onto the stone with the help of frypan, and him overall just being supportive and cheering him on :)

(As you can tell Gally and frypan being friends is like my fav thing ever)

Minho:

after Minho was rescued he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't, sometimes he would insist that the safe haven wasn't real and that people were trying to hurt him or that wicked was going to come back and kill him

i also wouldn't be surprised if he developed some form of hallucinations along side it, long making him spiral further. slowly though they became less frequent and intense and he learnt to ground himself, occasionally he just squeezes his friends knees or shoulders to remind himself they are actually there or asks them "this is real right?"

Minho ended up with permanent insomnia and night terrors though, for the first month or two in the safe haven he would wake up kicking and screaming but soon it just turned into silent sleep paralysis.

he never gained all his muscle and stamina back, DONT GET ME WRONG HE IS STILL EXTREMELY FAST AND STRONG but not the level he was before. (slightly chubby Minho post death cure will forever be one of my fav head canons omfg)

He and Newt talk about hallucinations and not being able to tell what’s real and find a massive comfort in each other because no one else actually knows what it’s like. (Don’t get me wrong so many people in the safe haven have trust issues but it’s not the same yk?)

Newt:

Before I even get into the mental impacts of just EVERYTHING I’m just gonna mention the fact of how WEAK he would’ve been afterwards, the flare would’ve done numbers on his body that the cure couldn’t have fixed. He was probably weak for awhile (like a month or two) and his limp was significantly worse and he used a cane (after he got better he kept it because it just made everything significantly easier)

Also I feel like even thought he got the cure he still struggles with hallucinations and paranoia, mainly about him getting the flare again or the cure somehow not working

When he gets sick (like a cold) he’s SUPER on edge because it just reminds him of the early hours/days of the flare, especially if he gets phlegm in his throat or something. Thomas and Minho have caught him mumbling to himself saying "you don't have the flare you don't have the flare-"

he doesn't talk about when he had the flare to many people, maybe Thomas and Minho a few times but he wont go into detail.

Thomas:

the TRUST ISSUES. OMG. during the scorch trails he only trusted Newt, Minho and Brenda indefinitely, he trusts Jorge and everyone else to an extent but he occasionally has his doubts.

he's entirely desensitized to blood and gore, along with Minho and Newt. his pain tolerance is extremely high and if he gets hurt he never realizes to extent, like he could sprain his ankle or something and say "i just need to walk it off" as it turns purple and black

he got VERY protective of himself and the few people he does trust, especially Newt and Minho. anyone he doesn't know he has a fear that they are always lying and that everything they say is bullshit. basically a massive "trust no one (except like 3 people)" mentality.

even though he isn't a leader anymore he still feels the need to keep up this facade of being strong and fearless, even though there is no danger anymore.

he's super jumpy, always on guard and ready. constant state of fight or flight, anyone who's sitting around him he constantly as an eye on. sometimes even Newt or Minho on a bad day, for weeks post death cure if you touched him without warning he flinch and if he didn't he adrenaline would go through the roof until he realized "oh its just ____"

[thepersassiest]

strong - thominewt

the chubby!minho safe haven fic that we all needed <3

When Thomas had awoken in the box and been thrown into life in the Glade, he couldn’t have even dreamed up a life like the one he was living now. The air was fresher, the sun didn't scorch his skin, the food was never scarce, and the constant torture and fight for survival that had previously dominated his life had ceased entirely. Thomas and Minho had been reunited with Newt (blood on the knife - don’t ask.) and the three of them had begun building a future together in their Safe Haven. They hadn’t taken the time to define their relationship, but they didn’t need to. Thomas knew how he felt about his two best friends, and knew that they loved him and each other all the same. Nothing could change that, despite how much their lives had changed in the last year.

One of the most significant changes, however, had been in Minho. Thomas remembered the first time he noticed a change in the older boy’s physique. It had been a quiet morning, the three of them lounging in the sun outside of their small house. Newt had cooked them breakfast, a hearty meal of eggs, bacon, fruit, and fresh bread. Minho had eaten in slight excess, as he often did, but Thomas noticed how his friend’s muscular frame had softened. There was a small, yet undeniable, swell to his belly.

Thomas was beyond ecstatic. He had no trouble remembering how Minho had been around food when they had first arrived at the Safe Haven. How thin and weak the boy had been from months of living in captivity with WCKED. How his appetite was small, and he could often barely keep his food down. Even once he was able to eat, his mental state was so bad that he hardly wanted to. It took their reunion with Newt and months of coaxing to get Minho eating comfortably the way he was now, and Thomas couldn't get enough.

"So handsome." He would often tease, his hand resting on Minho's softened stomach as he leaned in to steal a kiss, never shying away from pointing out the boy’s weight gain. Every chance he got, he would reach out and touch Minho's belly, marveling at the softness. He loved the way it felt under his hands, how it rounded under his palm, and gave a little when he pressed into it. It was a constant, tangible reminder that they were safe, that Minho didn't have to run himself into the ground anymore.

Minho's face would always turn a little red, but Thomas could see the corner of his lips twitch into a smile. "Slim it," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words.

read the full fic on ao3:

inspired by this post:

[obey-me-disaster]

Hello! May I request Beel with the NSFW alphabet? I need my boy ❤️‍🔥

How I have been waiting for someone to request Beel for the NSFW alphabet

It's clear that I have a clear bias for Beel...

Warning: NSFW

Beelzebub x gn!MC

A=After care

It's one of the rare moments when he feels full so he will be more focused on getting you cleaned up, giving you water/food and anything else you might need. He also gets some food for himself so he would not have to leave your side when his gluttony takes hold of him once again.

For his after care he doesn't want you to leave him for a while. Even if you have to go fetch water/snacks/something to clean him off he would rather go with you.

B=Body part

He works out a lot to keep in shape so he loves all of his body but if he had to pick his favourite part, it would be his arms. They are big, strong, he uses them to embrace and protect his loved once.

On you he loves your tummy. It doesn't matter if you have a sick pack, if you're chubby or anything in between, he loves to put his head on it. He may or may not also love to see the slight bulge in it when he fucks you.

C=Cum

His cum is thick and it slightly changes the way it tastes depending on what he is eating. Usually it's just slightly salty but sometimes it has a bitter after taste to it.

He has a slight preference of cumming inside of you since he finds it satisfying but has no problem of doing it somewhere else.

For him, he loves to swallow your cum. He could sit on his knees between your legs and suck your dick/eat you out all day if you would let him.

D=Dirty secret

Remember that cream puff accident during lessons 21-22? When he literally licked the cream off your fingers? Well despite the effects of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup disappearing he went straight to his room to jack off thinking off all the places left from where he could lick the cream puff. He is too ashamed to admit to this.

E=Experience

When he was an angel he used to go down to the human world with Belphie and Lilith quite often. I am just saying, he probably fooled around with a human or two as an angel.

After the fall and becoming a demon he probably had another partner or two but things never really worked out.

He has the basic knowledge on how to pleasure you but he is hella rusty and can be quite clumsy.

F=Favourite position

Any position that is comfortable for you is on the first place for him. He is strong and could easily lift you and move you around, so no position is hard for him.

He does have a bit of a weakness of you being on top. Missionary where you are the one to fuck him, cowgirl, revers cowgirl, are some examples of what he likes.

G=Goofy

He is goofy without meaning to, especially at first when he is still kind of clumsy. He also ask some really innocent questions that make you giggle.

He also tries to be extra serious sometimes to impress you but ends up being all smiles after 2 minutes at most.

H=Hair

He remembers to trim it every once in a while...you'll have to tell him to take better care of himself in that aspect

I=Intimacy

He is so sweet and gentle and tries to be romantic most of the times. In his 2022 birthday UR he takes MC out on an expensive date cause he trying to be romantic and impress and depending on the choice they fuck too

One thing is for sure, you'll always feel safe and comfortable with him. He is always making sure you're feeling good and keeps on praising you.

J=Jack off

Not that often, he usually does it when he is in the shower cause he has to share his room with Belphie.

Even after you two get together, he doesn't do it often since he prefers to have sex with you instead.

K=Kink

The most obvious and popular, food play. It's been said again and again by everyone in the fandom and even shown in the game. He would love to lick syrups and creams off of you and leave a small bite here and there. What I will add to this, is that he would love if you would do that to him too.

Another obvious one, size kink. Even if you're the same height as his human form you are smaller than his demon one.(and in my mind they have multiple forms, each being more demonic than the other). He loves being able manhandle you, he thinks it's fun. He also likes that he is able to literally engulf you when he hugs you.

He has an oral fixation, it's obvious. Even outside of sex he likes to chew on you. Not as in trying to eat or anything. He also likes to leave marks and hickeys everywhere on your body. He would be absolutely thrilled if you would do the same thing to him. The feeling of your mouth on his body is one of the best.

He also likes praise. The whole time he will praise for how good you feel, how good you make him, about how much he loves your body and most importantly how much he loves you. He gets pretty shy when he does this so he tries to hide his face. He gets even more embarrassed in the best way possible if you would praise him too. He also gets the cutest blush on his face when you do so.

He is the avatar of gluttony, the whole sin relies on being over indulgent and because of that I believe he is into overstimulation. Even when he is sensitive beyond his limit he still feels like he needs more, it's one of the few times he actually moans for good. How could anyone not indulge him when he sounds so pretty. By contrast, the best way to punish him is to edge him.

I nearly forgot about the breeding kink. I don't think he is even aware of that. This is kink is also the reason why he feel so satisfied when cumming inside of you, even if you can't get pregnant. He still has yet to connect the dots.

L=Location

His prefered locations are your room and his room if he knows Belphie will be out for a while. He mainly prefers those places cause they are comfortable and have some privacy. they would probably have more privacy in an empty classroom or a changing room in a mall than in MC's room

Other locations I would see wanting to fuck are in the kitchen and in the locker room after he won a match of Fangol.

M=Motivation

Him licking food off your body, even if it starts innocent.

Not always, but feeding him/feeding you while you sit in his lap turns him. Most of the time it just makes him feel love but on rare occasions he finds himself getting honry too.

If you're the type to work out/play a sport, seeing you all sweaty and worked up turns him. Suddenly he understands why you're always so happy to record him while he is at the gym

N=No

I don't see him being into painful stuff outside of biting. On him is a no and on you...it depends on what you ask but he takes his time thinking about it.

Degrading his also a thing I don't see him enjoying. If you do that to him it will get him out of the mood. If you want it, it would take a while until he gets it right and he still doesn't go too far with it.

O=Oral

He prefers giving by far. He likes receiving too, it's just that he loves giving oral. He loves nothing more than to get to taste your cum and make you feel good. He gets to both taste you and hear you moan? Double win in his books. He sometimes gets too lost in the way he tastes that he might overstimulate you by accident. Some gentle tugs on his hair should be enough to get his attention.

P=Pace

He really tries to be slow and sensual, especially when he is trying to be romantic but it always evolves into him fucking you at a faster pace and being a little rough. He does it without meaning and is always apologetic if he was too rough on you.

If you're the one fucking him, he prefers a faster and rougher pace. It's like he can never get enough of how good you make him feel so he always begs for more.

Q=Quickie

At first he didn't think he would like, cause he always thought he would like to take his time with you, until you two do it in the changing rooms of his gym. Completely changed his opinion on them.

R=Risk

He is pretty open minded and unless it sounds like something he would absolutely not do he is open to try nearly anything. It also helps he has a weakness for you, so it's easy to try and convince him to try new stuff.

S=Stamina

Peak physical form and the personification of gluttony. His stamina is insane even by demon standards. He just keeps on going even when he is getting overstimulate it. He usually goes at it until you can't go anymore or he gets satisfied.

T=Toys

He probably got one or two from Asmodeus as some kind of joke gift...but knowing Asmo he was probably serious. For a long while he even forgot about them until you stumbled by them by accident. It was a collar and a dildo.

He has no problem if you want to use them or even get more, tho he will be a little lost first on how to use them.

U=Unfair

He doesn't even mean to tease you. Going shirtless around the house, asking you to film his work out routines, wearing gray sweatpants that hang a little too low. You swear he is doing it on purpose but it's all by accident. He can't say he minds the way you look at him. He couldn't really tease you for good cause he would always give in into what you want.

He can be a little bit oblivious if you try to tease you, so more direct routes work better. Wear more revealing clothing, be extra touchy with him when you try to feed him.

V=Volume

Not really loud. For the most part he groans and pants. The closer he gets to his orgasm you can hear him moan. If you seriously want him to be loud overstimulate it, that's when he really moans.

W=Wild card

He wants to have sex in the locker rooms right after winning a Fangol match. And when I say right after I mean, I am talking about him not even having time to change or take a shower and still being full of energy. Tho that is pretty hard cause his team mates will be around

X=X-ray

Has the 2nd biggest dick out of the entire cast, only behind Diavolo, around 10.4 inches and veiny a bit around the head and more towards the base. It also slightly curves to left.

In his demon form it doesn't grow too much in length but girth. It also has some 'scales' all around it. They can slightly open up and while they look painful they are far from that.

Y=Yearning

A little above average for demon since getting together with you. He isn't the most interested in sex outside of relationships so once he gets with you, he suddenly thinks about it way more than in the past.

Z=Zzz

It's pretty rare for him to fall asleep right after sex since more often than not he has plenty of energy left in him. It doesn't help that since he actually feels full, he wants to enjoy that feeling as much as he can

[vinililacart]

This is just for practice, study and fun! I hate this arrogant, immature and disrespectful mentality of "i fixed it" "mine is better" etc and i don't want to be associated with them.

Marcy re-imagined! (edit video link) notes in read more

- I made the colors more saturated to match my art style and made her slightly chubby

- I changed the hue of green on her uniform, to match the color of the gem more

- I gave the Amphibia outfit more green, changed the belt accessory to a shell, and since she is in Newtopia I gave her a fancy skirt without sewn parts

- Small changes in the hue of the personification of metamorphosis costume and I also changed the pink blush to green as well to be a foreshadowing of the green blood

- Since in the Sasha vs Darcy fight Marcy bled green and Matt Braly explained that "Her blood was green because while she was in the rejuvenation tank, nanobots were added inside her to repair the damage from the sword. These nanobots give the green color and that the nanobots will eventually dissapear from her blood, so some time after the events of Amphibia, Marcy's blood returned to its regular red color.", so I wanted to play with it a little more. I gave her newts eyes, another consequence of the rejuvenation tank. The green blood and non-human eyes will take much longer to disappear

- I created a new uniform for her new school. The rejuvenation tank managed to revive Marcy from death, but she still had her spine affected and lost the movement of her legs (she was able to use her legs in the season finale because of the rejuvenation tank, she was possessed by the Core and the effect of the gems). I added some stickers that she had in her diary to make the wheelchair more her personality

- After 10 years, her eyes are returning to being like human eyes, the sclera is lighter but still greenish. Now, with a lot of treatment, she has managed to regain some movement in her legs, but she needs crutches and a wheelchair, as she is an ambulatory wheelchair user. And I gave her clothes a little more green, and new stickers too! And a lesbian pin! I gave her a hidden disabilities sunflower lanyard since I headcanon her as autistic. Her earrings are green, pink and blue, representing the calamity trio

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

Letters to G. Weasley. [g.w. x reader]

Inspired by Letters to Milena.

You left me in that beautiful heap of dazzles and brilliance; your recalcitrance with your brother— just to send a message.

Do you know how I felt when I saw what you left in the sky on the morning of my NEWTS; your farewell to Hogwarts while we were all stuck under the authoritarian regime of that daft pink woman.

I was so, so, so devastated.

I spent my nights crying, you git. You didn't tell me you were leaving.

- Y/N, May 14, 1996.

***

Dear George,

I've come to peace with you after ignoring all your owls. Yes, I'm writing back to you. Yes, I've decided to address you, unlike my last letter, if you still have it.

Even though I dearly, passionately, and remarkably hate you; I still miss your voice.

I've graduated from Hogwarts and I'm joining the Ministry. Has your shop been doing well? Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, was it? Never mind that I'll get straight to the point. No more preamble.

I'd like to see you, if you'd wish to, of course. I've moved on from that undesirable spring.

I fully understand if you wish not to. You can be a man of deep-seated grudges, after all.

I'll leave it up to you, and I most favourably look forward to your reply.

Yours,

Y/N, June 21, 1997

***

George.

It's been a rough month. I know it's been tougher for you, too. Is your ear, or lack thereof, okay? From what I understand from your letter, you're currently hiding in Sirius Black's family's manor with The Order, and the Burrow's gone? I cannot fathom this.

The Dark Lord, Cedric's death in 6th year, I thought it was all a nightmare. Now it's very much real. Please, take care of yourself. It's been hectic here in the Ministry. I've been drinking Pepper-Up potions every two days just to feel alive.

Please, please, please, I cannot stress this enough, take care of yourself.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, August 2, 1997.

***

George.

Please, let me join The Order. I know I can handle it. I want to, I need to, join the battle against Voldemort. Let me help.

He took away everything we've loved dearly. It's only a matter of time until he strikes all of us down.

Please, reply as soon as you can.

I love you dearly.

Yours,

Y/N, August 14, 1997.

***

George Weasley.

With your lack of response, I'm going to assume you're not letting me join The Order. Or are you dead?

For the love of Merlin, let me in. I need to know you're okay. I spent nights thinking of the worst possible scenarios; what if you've all been found by Voldemort? What if I never get to see you again?

Please, at least reply. Even one single word. Anything, just to know you're alive.

I know the Ministry's hot on Potter's tail right now, so if you ever read this, please send my regards to him. I've seen the way Fudge hides away in his office. The man's out of his mind, rambling about how Voldemort isn't back.

Diagon Alley shut down. Ollivander's gone. Your shop's... Seen better days.

Oh, how I wish to go back to halcyon days. Reply, please.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, August 29, 1997.

***

My dearest, George,

As soon as Errol came swooping by my window, I got up, drank my milk, and wrote to you.

I understand why you won't let me join, it's dangerous. I understand completely. But please, don't leave me in the dark. It's been two months since I last saw you, don't you think I at least deserve to know what's happening?

Merlin, you lost an ear. You're just like that Muggle painter, don't you know? I don't want to lose you spiralling in the raging sea of war.

It isn't easy for anyone right now, and I understand you're just trying to get by. Apropos of your nightmares, I'll send you Dreamless Sleep potions by Owl soon. I've brewed them a few months prior because I, too, have been plagued with nightmares.

The world's in a dark place right now. Please, take care of yourself.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, September 2, 1997.

***

Dearest George,

Amidst the never-ending darkness, I got myself a cat. She's a chubby ginger tabby cat, and in the envelope is a picture of us together. I've recently taken up Muggle photography to get my mind off things; though Muggle cameras aren't as capable as magical cameras, they have this certain charm to them. They remind me a lot of you, actually.

The cat's still unnamed, so I'm leaving the task of naming her to you.

How are the potions? Are they helping? You didn't mention them in your letter, so I thought to ask you.

I miss you, dearly. Come home soon.

Yours,

Y/N, October 14, 1997.

***

George.

Please, for the love of fuck, tell me you're alive.

News of Death Eater attacks are all over the Prophet. I'm still safe and sound, but where are you?

Word is going around in the Ministry that a second wizarding war may break out any time soon.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Write back.

Y/N, April 29, 1998.

***

George.

I'm fighting in the war.

Wait for me, my love.

Yours,

Y/N, May 2, 1998

***

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Thirty•Eight|

•|Masterlist|•

If there was something (M/n) had never seen before, was a Banishment. He knew how it worked and how it was decided, but never how it was done officially.

He had willingly run into the Maze like a little dumb dumb.

And this was... Brutal, to say the least.

He stood next to Chuck as they watched Ben getting Banished, Alby said there was nothing they could do to help him, the serum didn't work and it was the last supply they had so... It had to be done.

"No, wait, Minho-!" Ben cried out as he began entering the Maze, "I can get better! (M/n)! (M/n) tell them! You can help me!" He frowned and looked away, even if he knew how to help Ben back then, he didn't have those memories anymore.

Stuff comes back piece by piece and they're all blurry and mixed, so he really doubted his present self would be able to help Ben with his current situation.

"No!" Ben's scream echoed through the entire Glade sending shivers down everyone's spine. He felt a tug on his shirt and turned.

He hadn't even realized Chuck had walked away from him and now Thomas was in his spot. (M/n) held the greenie's wrist and pulled it away from him, taking a few steps back.

Alby turned to look at everyone when the Doors finally closed for the night, "He belongs to the Maze now," he uttered and began walking away, soon followed by the Keepers and the rest of the Gladers, and well, he did the same.

//////

When night came around a few hours later, (M/n) stood with Gally on the name wall, holding a lit torch to help him see what he was doing.

There was something incredibly heavy about crossing someone's name off the wall... Like it was a fact they were gone forever.

"Are you okay?" He asked Gally quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. Gally glanced at him and his frown deepened, "Ben and you were closed, so..."

He looked at (M/n), his eyes shining under the warm light of the fire, "Yeah... Yeah, I'm okay, bean." He nodded and looked at the wall, where Ben's name was slowly being crossed out.

He really hoped they wouldn't have to cross any more names in the foreseeable future...

Back at the Homestead, in the hammocks, Thomas was keeping an eye out on the name wall, fidgeting nervously with his fingers. "You think he might make it?" He asked Chuck, who was lying on his hammock.

"Ben? No... I don't think he'll have the luck (M/n) did," at that, Thomas frowned and turned to look at the chubby boy, "We just gotta forget about him," with that, Chuck began turning around on his hammock, but Thomas stopped him.

"Wait, wait... (M/n)? What do you mean?" Chuck looked up at him and began fiddling with the wooden figurine in his hands.

"He ran into the Maze... Like a month ago, he spent the night in there..." For a moment, Thomas felt his entire body tense with worry and fear.

"For what? What happened? How... Newt said that no one survives a night in the Maze," Chuck sighed and turned to face Thomas.

He wondered how to explain what had happened, as he wasn't sure he understood it to its full extent, but... He does remember crying all night about (M/n), like all his friends most likely did.

"You know Stan? Peter?" Thomas stopped to think for a moment, trying to put a face to those names, before nodding a couple of times, "They've hated (M/n) since he arrived or so I've heard, and they had plans to get him Banished... Just because he's a little different than us..." Chuck mumbled the last phrase, staring off into the distance where Gally and (M/n) stood by the wall.

"How did he survive?" His voice got out in a breathless whisper, turning to look at him.

Chuck shrugged even though Thomas wasn't looking at him, "I don't know, he said he doesn't remember anything from that night..." Thinking their conversation was over, Chuck turned all the way around to face away from the greenie, "Good night, Thomas."

Despite wanting to ask more questions, Thomas decided to let Chuck rest for the night, after all, it's been a hard day.

///////

With a heavy sigh, (M/n) sat down at the Builders' table with his steaming cup of coffee and some freshly baked cookies, courtesy of Jim, who had almost officially become the baker of the Glade, and right as he was taking the first sip of his coffee, Newt stood up from his seat.

"Guys, listen to me," one by one, the guys in the dining area began quieting down, "Today, Alby's has gone out into the Maze with Minho, and they should be back before lunch, alright?"

(M/n) wondered for a moment if they always announced whenever Alby went in the Maze, he himself had run the Maze with the Leader before so it would make sense why he and no idea that these types of announcements were like the "protocol" around. But leaving that matter aside, he felt a little worried about him, and after looking around for a moment, he noticed Minho was gone, so now he was concerned about both of them.

Despite their abilities and knowledge of the Maze, he couldn't help it, they were his friends, and it makes total sense for him to worry, especially when they went in because of what happened to Ben the day before.

"I hope they come back safe," he muttered and the guys on the table with him nodded.

"Well, you can go back to what you were doing," and so they did.

(M/n) continued drinking his coffee and eating the cookies, he didn't seem different than usual, but he was trying to shoo away the thoughts of something bad happening to either of them, they knew that place better than anyone in the Glade, if there was someone that could found out what happened to Ben, were those two, so he convinced himself they will be fine and decided to continue on with his day.

//////

It was quite the productive day in the Glade, and the hours continued to pass like always, however, it was well past lunch and there was no sign of Alby and Minho coming back or the rain stopping.

A little after everyone finished eating their lunch, they could hear the sound of thunder, see the grey clouds covering the sunlight and a few minutes later, the rain poured on the Glade.

(M/n) was sitting on a tree trunk that had been cut down long ago, sticks made the corner supports and hay made the roof, creating a small resting area that could cover the sunlight and the rain, like now. He wasn't alone here, Gally was with him, as it was the closest place to them when it started raining.

And while he was trying to relax and not get too worried about the fact that Alby and Minho hadn't come back yet, he was keeping it under control, however, that wasn't Gally's case.

(M/n) could see how Gally kept getting more and more anxious as the time passed, more on edge as he continuously paced around back and forth, staring off into the distance, at the Maze Doors, and while he was trying to stay cool and appear unconcerned, truth is, Gally was making him nervous.

"Hey," he caught Gally's attention, and he stopped pacing although he couldn't stop fidgeting, and while it was subtle, it was there. (M/n) showed him a reassuring smile and reached out to hold Gally's hands, bringing him closer until the taller male was standing in between his legs, "They're gonna come back, okay?"

Gally didn't say or do anything for a couple of seconds until he finally nodded and took a deep breath, proceeding to start playing with (M/n)'s fingers as a way to calm himself down, which helped both of them. (M/n) didn't mind it and it worked to keep them distracted and their minds at ease.

They stayed like that for a while longer, until the rain finally started to ease down, and they stepped out of their small sheltered spot, slowly making their way to the Doors. With a quick glance at his watch, Gally realized there were less than thirty minutes until the Doors closed and... He was worried, just like everyone was at this point.

Slowly coming to a stop next to Newt, Thomas and Chuck, they stood with them and silently waited.

Minutes ran by, and they felt like an eternity, until there were only five minutes left and now, the entire Glade was waiting by the Doors.

Gally was now crouching down, staring straight forward with a serious expression while (M/n) had his hand on his shoulder, taking deep breaths every few seconds and releasing heavy sighs right after, and now, the moment they were dreading the most.

The Doors made their warning noise, signalling there was only a minute left until they closed for the remaining hours of the night until the morning of the next day.

This made everyone get slightly more agitated as they waited for a miracle, that Minho and Alby were just around the corner and were gonna come running back inside the Glade, but nothing was happening.

"Come on, guys, can't we send someone after them?" Thomas anxiously asked, standing in between (M/n) and Newt.

"That's against the rules," Gally spoke up and a few guys spared a glance at him, "They make it back or they don't," it was during times like these that (M/n) hated the rules, but he understood why they existed, after all, the Glade was far from perfect, but they made do.

"We can't lose anyone else," Newt muttered, right before the Doors creaked again and the wind picked up, making them cover their eyes or look away, and the Doors started moving slowly, closing.

Anxious mutters were heard around, clearly, everyone was on edge as neither Minho nor Alby were showing signs of coming back, "There!"

Thomas exclaimed, pointing forward and everyone saw both of them coming back.

"Wait, something's wrong," and it definitely was. Minho was carrying Alby on his back and was struggling to bring them both back into the Glade.

"Come on, Minho, you can do it!" Chuck screamed and everyone followed, screaming at Minho to keep going, that he could do it, or that he had to leave Alby behind.

Everything got mixed and blurred together as Minho continued fighting, now dragging Alby's body across the concrete and all around (M/n) felt like it was going in slow motion. He debated going into the Maze, maybe he could help them survive, but as he tried to take a step forward he felt the tight grip Gally had on his wrist.

"Gally..." The blond didn't even spare a glance at him and continued yelling at Minho to leave Alby. (M/n) looked ahead again and realized they were running out of time.

If only-

"Thomas, no!" Reacting faster than he could think, (M/n) reached his hand to hold Thomas and prevent him from going into the Maze. He got ahold of his shirt but the greenie simply slipped out of his grip.

Now everyone was screaming at Thomas, yelling 'no's and 'what the shuck are you doing' at him, but it was too late for him to make it back out, and they just watched as they lost another Glader.

(M/n) silently hoped that Thomas had made it to the other side and tried pushing the graphical image of the greenie squished between the Doors out of his head. The mere thought was disturbing, even if he didn't particularly like the guy...

The second the Doors shut closed, the Glade was consumed by a heavy silence, no one dared say a single word or even let out a sigh, even less move, but someone had to break the silence, and that one was Fry.

"I'll... Go cook dinner..." (M/n) turned around and Gally's grip loosened, letting him go.

"Let me help you, Fry," the Keeper of the Cooks nodded and they slowly made their way back to the Homestead.

////////

Being in the kitchen with Fry was harder than he expected, and it was all because he couldn't stop thinking about what happened.

(M/n) had Thomas in his grip, and he pulled himself out if it meant there was nothing he could've done to prevent him from going in there, or that's what he wanted to believe.

"Greenbean?" Fry called him as he stood next to him, "Are you okay?" (M/n) shook his head rather rapidly, his breathing turning ragged and uneven.

"No... Fry, I... I could've done something back there," (M/n) looked at Fry but couldn't hold his stare, going back to staring down at the floor, his arms trembling as he held himself up on the wooden counter, "If I had been stronger or faster..."

"Hey, there was nothing you could have done back there, it's not your fault," (M/n) closed his eyes tightly and continued shaking his head. That wasn't true, at all, because of one thing.

He knew. He knew well enough how impulsive Thomas is... Or was, he should've seen it coming and stopped him.

"Maybe if I had gone in the Maze instead..." He knew the place well enough to navigate it on his own, he worked as a Runner on occasions, and he would have been there to help them, "I survived a night in the Maze, Fry, maybe I might have assured they will come back if I had gone instead of the greenie."

(M/n) was incredibly stressed about the whole situation, yeah, he survived a whole night in the Maze, but truth be told, he had no idea how or why he came out of there alive, even so, they would have had a chance to survive, if only he was there.

"I offered myself to go in there with Minho, but Alby..." Fry placed his hands on (M/n)'s shoulder and made him turn around to face him, and with a reassuring expression, Fry spoke.

"Alby would never put anyone at risk or in danger, greenbean," (M/n) didn't seem to feel better yet, "He went there because he knew he had to, and he knew the risks of going into the Maze, so don't blame yourself for this, okay?" Taking a deep breath, (M/n) nodded a couple of times, and Fry showed him a small smile, "Okay, dinner is ready, so let's call the boys."

Sadly, dinner time was quiet and quite tense. The sounds of the Maze changing appeared to have become louder than ever, followed by the occasional screech of a Griever, they felt so much louder than any other night, but maybe it was because they were hyperaware of what was in there and who was in there.

And now, after a long dinner, it was time to sleep.

Although, like probably everyone else, (M/n) couldn't sleep. Closing his eyes brought the image of Minho trying to drag Alby back to the Glade with him, and then the greenie going after them. He just kept tossing around and overthinking.

"(M/n)," the sound of his name being suddenly called made him freeze as he wondered if he was just hearing things or if there was someone actually calling him, "Bean," nope, he wasn't having auditory hallucinations.

He sat up and turned his lamp on before standing up and walking to the door, standing on the balcony.

Gally was there. He couldn't really see him but he knew it was him, who else would it be after all?

"Gally...? Why are you here?" He asked in a low voice, and he noticed how he squirmed in place before taking a step forward.

"Can I... Stay with you tonight?" He sounded like he was about to cry...

(M/n) moved quickly to lower the ladder and secure it in place, a silent 'yes' to his question. "Come on, let's go inside," he held Gally's hand and dragged him inside.

The instant the door closed behind them, Gally's arms wrapped around his shoulders, hiding his face in (M/n)'s neck, even if that meant leaning down slightly, "Hey, it's okay, it'll be fine..." He rubbed Gally's back slowly and silently waited until the blond was ready to let go of him.

After a few minutes, Gally released his grip and wiped the tears that had run down his face. It was clear as day how affected he was by the idea of losing Alby and Minho, they've known each other for long and even if they sometimes had their differences, they were still brothers.

"Let's get in bed, Gally," he nodded and followed (M/n) to his bed. They sat down and didn't utter a word for a moment.

"Can you read to me?" Gally's voice was shaky and broken, and it broke (M/n)'s heart. He nodded and whispered a small 'yeah', watching how Gally picked a book and handed it to him.

He waited until Gally got comfortable next to him and opened the book, taking a deep breath before he started reading it out loud.

(M/n) read the book to Gally- to both of them, it worked as a soothing remedy for their minds and their hearts, which felt like it weighed a thousand bricks. They just hoped they were prepared for the next morning to arrive.

//////

When his eyes opened, (M/n) realized he had fallen asleep and for a moment wondered how, but he was certain that he passed out from exhaustion due to all the things that had occurred lately in the Glade.

He yawned and took a quick look around, the book had been put back in its place on the bookshelf and realized Gally was already gone, or well, that's what he assumed at the time, because when he walked out of his room he saw him, he was sitting on the balcony.

"Hey..." Gally looked behind him and hummed quietly at (M/n) in response. Without saying anything, he went down the ladder followed by the (h/c) haired male right after, and they walked out of the Deadheads.

(M/n) stopped right by the swing, leaned his weight on the tree and looked far into the distance. Gally stood next to him with his arms crossed and a deep frown marking his face, he didn't mind his expression but he worried about what the Keeper was thinking.

He heard the Doors beginning to open and turned to stare that way.

Nothing...

Everyone that had gathered around the Doors began turning around to leave, but (M/n) noticed how Zart looked back and didn't move. He frowned and stepped away from the tree, staring with a frown on his brow, and right as he was wondering what was happening, the cheering scream of Chuck echoed in the Glade, all the guys nearby getting closer to see what was happening and that's when (M/n) saw them.

They made it back. The three of them...

"This shank..." He heard Gally mutter next to him as he stomped his way over to them, (M/n) following behind him, just in case things turned physical and aggressive.

Gally pulled Newt aside and they seemed to be arguing about something, it was rather quiet as no one knew what they were saying, but soon Newt came back and begrudgingly looked at the Med-jacks.

"Clint, Jeff, take Alby to the med room and come back as soon as you can... We're calling a Gathering." Both Med-jacks rushed to pick up Alby off the ground, and (M/n) did the same.

"Let me help," they sighed in relief and muttered a 'thanks' to him as they lifted Alby and began following the rest to the Homestead, taking a detour to the med room as soon as they walked in.

They placed Alby on a bed, and Clint checked his body, looking around for other injuries besides the hole in his chest and the hit on his head. It didn't seem like it.

"Okay, take his shirt off," (M/n) nodded and took the gear off of Alby's chest, followed by his shirt, "Tie him down, Jeff." With a quick nod, Jeff turned to the cabinet with the ropes and tied Alby to the bed.

"Is there anything else we can do?" Both Med-jacks looked at (M/n) and shook their head with a sigh.

"Not without the serum, we used the last one on Ben..." The silence was heavy and it felt hard to breathe, "He will Change before the Box brings us more of it."

///////

Gally stood in the middle of the room and behind him, was Thomas, who was being "judged" and all the Gladers had found a seat wherever they could, mostly on the steps, but others were standing, like (M/n) was.

He was standing by the door on his own after Clint and Jeff took a seat, and was waiting for everyone to quiet down now that everyone was present, and when they did, Gally was able to speak.

(M/n) looked up and briefly made eye contact with Thomas, which he didn't like one bit, so he turned to stare at Gally again, and it wasn't easy to stay focused on him because he could still feel the heavy stare of the greenie on him, which inevitably made him shift in place, slightly uncomfortable with the way he was being stared at.

And the fact that Thomas had asked him if they knew each other two days ago made (M/n) wonder if he was playing dumb and actually knew exactly who he was, but (M/n) hadn't really had the time to worry about that.

"Things are changing, there's no denying that," Gally stood with arms crossed, leading the Gathering, "First, Ben gets stung in broad daylight, and then Alby..." He made a small pause, letting the words sink into everyone's minds, "And now our greenie here, has taken it upon himself to go into the Maze, which is a clear violation of our rules here."

(M/n) wondered if that was the real reason as to why Gally was so pissed about this whole ordeal. He wasn't gonna defend the greenie for breaking the rules, but he would have done the exact same thing that Thomas did, and... He probably wouldn't be in Thomas' place if he that was the case.

"Yeah... But he saved Alby's life," Fry spoke in defence of the greenie, not sounding entirely convinced.

"Did he?" (M/n) noticed the subtle head movement Newt did as he looked up at Gally, he looked... Mad, "For three years, we have co-existed with these things," Gally turned to face the greenie, silently sitting in the back, "And now, you've killed one of them... Who knows what that could mean for us."

There was silence for a second, before Newt spoke, "What do you suggest we do?"

Gally raised his arms, a body gesture as if saying 'it is what it is' before replying. "He has to be punished."

His words caused a small discussion regarding Gally's decision and Newt realized he had to do something.

"Minho," the sound of his voice worked to make everyone quiet down again, and (M/n) crossed his arms, looking back and forth between the three of them, "You were there with them, what do you think?"

"I think... In all the time we've been here, no one has ever killed a Griever before..." He made his words clear and no one dared speak up, "When I turned tail and ran, this dumb shank..." He looked at Thomas and signalled at him, "Stood behind to help Alby. Look I don't know if he's brave, or stupid," his words caused a few guys to chuckle or smile, "But whatever it is, we need more of it..."

Wait... Need more...? Don't tell me-

"I say we make him a Runner." He said it.

"Minho, I don't think..." He tried arguing but everyone was speaking at the same time, drowning his voice out and he rubbed his face, feeling slightly stressed.

"If you wanna throw the newbie a parade, that's fine! Go ahead!" Gally's voice worked to make everyone shut up again, "But if there's one thing I know about the Maze, is that you do not...!"

The sound of a familiar alarm completely stopped every kind of argument anyone could make, and everyone physically tensed up. (M/n) backed away from the wall and frowned, looking around the room at everyone.

He opened the door and stepped outside, hearing everyone else standing up and doing the same thing.

The Box was coming up but, that didn't make any sense because... The Box was there a while ago, wasn't it...?

[thenasoneshots]

Sirius Oneshot - It's the Inside that Counts

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

Reader's Relations: Newt’s granddaughter (don’t ask how this works, I just wanted it to be a thing in this oneshot, because he’s best boy and it kind of works)

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Bullying

Other notes: The reader is slightly chubby in this. Also in this, your parents died when you were young, so you live with Newt and Tina.

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“Really? You honestly thought I’d want to date you when you look like that?” I tried to hold back the tears as my, now, ex-boyfriend kicked me to the curb metaphorically, continuing to say hurtful words, another girl hanging onto his arm, “You’re dumber than I thought. I was just using you because of your family.” And with that, he walked off, the girl following next to him, laughing. I sighed and stood up trying not to let the tears fall as I made my way back up to the common room. When I got up to my dorm, I sat down on my bed and sighed, taking my robe off so I was more comfortable, and laid down on my stomach, finally letting the tears fall.

That was when I started to hear small squeaks and I felt a small weight on my head. I let out a small giggle and lifted my hand, allowing the bowtruckle to step on before I brought my hand to my face, “Hello there. Did you stow away in my robes?” The small green creature looked down refusing to make eye contact and I giggled, “At least you’ve been found, Pickett.” I sighed, placed him down on my pillow and wiped my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing as I reached into my bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. I immediately started writing to my grandfather to let him know that Pickett was safe and hadn’t been stolen/harmed. Once I was done, I folded it up and let Pickett up on my shoulder before leaving the dorm, and heading up to the owlery.

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

“Owlery,” I replied in a monotone voice, refusing to look at Jen as I knew how observant she was and that she’d be able to tell I’d been crying from my face if she hadn’t by my tone of voice, “You’ve been crying. You can tell me what’s up, you know that, right?” I nodded, “Thank you, but it doesn’t matter. Now can I continue up to the owlery please?” She narrowed her eyes and let me go causing me to sigh in relief. I really didn’t want her to find out that William had broken up with me as I knew she’d tell the Marauders because of how protective they were of me. They didn’t need to be, it wasn’t like I was related to any of them, they just decided they were going to protect me for some reason. Once I’d sent the letter off to my grandparents, I walked outside and sat down by a tree by the Black Lake as it was just after dinner and curfew wasn’t for a few more hours and the outside air helped me to think better.

—------------------SIRIUS’ POV

“It was hilarious! You should have been there Prongs, his face was priceless.”

“Mate, shh. Is that.. Look it is! Where’s (Y/n) though?”

I looked up from my food to see William walking into the Great Hall, a random Slytherin hanging onto his arm looking as sneaky as ever.

“I swear to Godric if that git broke up with her, I’ll have is head.”

“Pads, calm down we know you like her.”

“Oh shut it, Prongs, you’d be the same if someone had done the same to your precious Lily” I retorted. Before James could reply, I felt a presence next to me and I looked up to see Bella.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” I asked, curious as to where she was as she and Bella were normally inseparable, but Bella just shook her head, “Sorry, Sirius. I haven’t seen her since Transfiguration ended, but if I see her this evening, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Moony?”

“Just, give me a minute.”

Without another word, he spun around in his seat to face the Hufflepuff table, directly where Jen was sitting, “Jen, have you seen (Y/n)?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I saw her going up to the owlery before dinner. She looked like she’d been crying but refused to tell me why. If she’s not in her dorm or the common room, then I don’t know. Wait a minute, why didn’t you guys just use that map of yours? Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about it.”

Moony thanked her and turned around as we all banged our heads on the table, “Why didn’t we think of the map? When we get back up we’re checking that map and finding where she is.”

------------------------YOUR POV

“Alright Pickett, you can sit on my head,” I muttered as the bowtruckle refused to go back in my pocket, “But you’ve got to hide when I go back inside, “Okay?”

Pickett just stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry, “I thought you were taught not to do that. If you’re discovered, then it’ll mean bad news for me. Please, work with me-”

“(Y/n)?”

At the sound of my name, I quickly took Pickett off my head, hiding him behind my back and turned to the person, “Oh, Sirius, hey, what are you doing out here?”

“I wanted to talk, have you been crying?” he asked, reaching out and taking my hand in his, which I didn’t reject, surprising him as every other time he’d tried to make physical contact with me, I’d pushed him away. I sighed and nodded, releasing my grip on Pickett before placing him back on my head and wiping my eyes with my now free hand, “Y-yeah. Promise not to tell anyone else?” Sirius nodded and I took a deep breath, “William broke up with me. Told me he was just using me because of my family and that ‘no one would want to date someone who looked like me’. He then called me fat, along with a load of other hurtful stuff and then walked off,” I spoke, the tears coming back to my eyes again, this time I just let them fall, only stopping when I felt Sirius wiping them, “(Y/n), please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry, it makes me cry when you’re upset and don’t believe anything that jerk says, you’re perfect the way you are.”

“He’s right though, Sirius. No one would want to date me, I am fat-” I was cut off when he placed a finger to my lips, “Do not say that about yourself in my presence. You are not fat, (Y/n). You are perfect, and I know one person who would want to date you.”

“W-who?” I asked, looking up at him. Instead of replying, he took my cheek in his hand and bent down to my level, kissing me, “Me.” I felt my face turn bright red and I blinked, bringing my hand up to my lips once he’d stepped back a little, “Y-you? You’d want to date me?”

“I-if you wanted to date me back, then yeah. I’ve been in love with you since 3rd year, (Y/n). You know how Prongs used to go on and on about Lily before she finally gave in and started dating him?” I nodded and Sirius continued, “Well, Moony told me I was the exact same with you. Apparently, I wouldn’t shut up about you and complain about that git of a boyfriend you had whenever I could. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a nose to go and break.”

I giggled and grabbed his hand before he got too far from me, “I-if you’re serious that you’d want to date me, honestly, I’d be lucky to be the one to have grabbed your attention. I like you too, Sirius.”

That stopped him in his tracks, and he turned back towards me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me again, “I would be the lucky one, (Y/n). I love you so much.”

“I-I love you too, Sirius. Are you sure I’m not too chubby for you to date?”

He shook his head, “No. You are perfect the way you are, how many times do I have to say it? It’s what’s on the inside that counts, not what you look like. I love you for the way you act and your personality, not what you look like.” At that moment Pickett jumped off my head and onto Sirius’ hand, causing me to smile, “It looks like Pickett approves, please don’t tell any of our professors he’s here. Honestly, he stowed away on my robes, or well, in my clothes in general.”

“I won’t don’t worry, (Y/n). I’d never do anything to get you into trouble.”

“Thank you. I love you, Sirius.”

-----------------------------END OF ONESHOT

Hehe, more Sirius fluff.

[bluegoblinzz]

A Chief Needs Guidance: part 1

Fallen red and brown leaves lined the sidewalk, and the sky was pink and gold as the morning sun was finally over the horizon, but Moose couldn’t appreciate this scenery, as he had hardly gotten any sleep the night before. The past few months had been all “study and fight, study and fight” to secure a good place for his future. His work was not for naught, though, as major tribe took interest in his fighting skills, and he was asked to be chief of one of its minor tribes. 

He thought he would be rewarded with a goodnights sleep. But no. Word spread fast in his neighborhood. And within an hour, everyone came to his door to congratulate him, and his father had already set the backyard up for a traditional orcish celebration. They hastily put together a bonfire. Percussionists seemingly came out of nowhere, and played celebratory music in the background of his party. All night many came up to him and asked to wrestle with him. And the worst part was family members repeatedly offering him arak, and he kept having to tell them that he couldn’t drink that night because of practice the next day. Some would understand, others he would need to argue with. 

He was glad he hadn’t drank, for the drums and metallophones rang in his ears the next morning, already giving him a headache. 

He stopped by the cafeteria, and bought a bottled dragon pepper smoothie and a pumpkin muffin. He sat down on a bench, took a gulp of his smoothie, took a big bite of his muffin, and he rubbed his temples trying to calm his headache. It was also impossible to have a peaceful morning when there was some obnoxious jock having a loud conversation in the cafeteria…

… wait.

He looked up to find Daring Squirrel, one of his neighbors and teammates, towering over a small chubby pixie, who was clutching a book in his arms and looking off to the side, his rainbow butterfly wings fluttering nervously. 

“I-it’s nothing. It’s mine. I’m just trying to get breakfast.” 

“A notebook for writing?” Dare laughed, “buddy, buddy. You do realize you’re in an adventuring college, right?”

“I-I know, but-“

“Besides, where is writing going to get you? At least be a bard… or are you too sissy to even play music to a fight?”

“I… I AM a bard! I just-“

“Gimme that,” Dare grunted, snatching the book from the pixie. 

“Wh-hey! Give that back!” The pixie’s wings buzzed and he hovered upward, trying to take back the book, but Dare simply pushed the pixie away with one hand, and held the book away from him with the other. 

“I’m only trying to help you,” Dare said, “you're not going to go anywhere with this crap.” 

Moose scowled. Daring Squirrel had always been insufferable. But he thought he would have grown up at that point. 

“Hey!” He shouted, “Dare!”

The bully turned around, letting go of the pixie, and loosening his grip on the book, unintentionally allowing the pixie to snatch the book back. Dare’s expression changed from a look of sadistic satisfaction to a look of warm familiarity.

“Yo Moose!” He called, “if it isn’t the future chief of the Electric Newts! Congrats man, Your party was sick last night!” Dare sauntered right up to Moose and stretched his arms in a hug. For orcs: this was a lot like a fist bump or a handshake. Moose, however, did not reciprocate. 

“Why don’t you leave him alone?!” Moose yelled.

The pixie folded his wings, settling back on the ground, and then straightened his round glasses and looked off to the side, hugging his book closer to him. 

“What do you mean?” Dare scoffed, “We’re just talking. Is it against the law to talk?”

“You know damn well that’s not what you were doing,” Moose grumbled. “You’re acting like a twelve year old school bully! We’re grown up. Aren’t you too old for this?”

Dare’s expression changed into a mix of a scowl and a pout.

“Well why don’t you mind your own business?” He grumbled.

“Why don’t you act your age so our chief will give you a new name?”

Clearly this struck a nerve with Dare, because he scowled and gritted his tusks at Moose. “Daring Squirrel” was a child’s name. The chief refused to give him a new name during the growth ceremony because his soul was not old enough yet. Moose snarled right back to Dare and tried sizing him up as well. Eventually Dare turned around and stormed off grumbling something under his breath. 

Moose’s attention turned to the pixie. He hadn’t got a good look at him until that point. He had sky blue skin, pink curly hair and pink freckles. He had big slightly square ears. His face was round, and his entire figure was chubby. His wings were had all the colors of the rainbow, and had the appearance of stained glass. He wore a jacket over a button up shirt, and had loose shoes with bright laces. 

“Are you okay, bud?” Moose asked him.

“Yeah…” the pixie muttered, scratching his head, “I’m okay. ” 

“Dare is honestly a jerk… I think it’s really cool, being able to have a hobby like that.”

The pixie looked up at the orc, his green eyes wide. 

“Y-you really think so?” He asked. His shy demeanor seemed to dissolved and was replaced with curiosity 

“Yeah! I mean… writing is hard and I can never understand it. I just punch people for fun.” He gestured to one of the red gloves balled into a fist that was poking from his backpack.

The pixie giggled, his shy demeanor dissolving. He put out his tiny hand for the orc to shake.

“Dewdrop,” he said.

“Roaring Moose,” the orc said, gently grasping the pixie’s hand and giving it a shake. 

Dewdrop’s smile faded for a moment and he studied the orc’s face.

“Mr. Moose are you okay? You look tired.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Moose grumbled, “I’ve just been working hard for the future, and haven’t gotten a lot of time to rest.”

“Well, you should rest today,” Dewdrop said, furrowing his pink eyebrows. 

“I can’t,” Moose muttered, “I gotta go to practice soon and then after that I have three classes and-“ 

Dewdrop then did something that surprised Moose. He flashed his teeth in a cocky smile, did a finger gun motion with his tiny blue hand, and winked at Moose. But Moose didn’t have time make sense of it, because right when Dewdrop did the finger gun hand motion,  a flash of pink light came from his finger. 

Moose felt a happy twinge in his stomach. He felt.. flattered that a beautiful artist would give him that kind of attention. He felt a great joy knowing this pixie was here talking to him, but then the happy twinge in his stomach turned to butterflies, and he felt himself blush.

Dewdrop dropped his cocky smile and gave Moose a serious look. 

“When it comes to self care I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” Dewdrop said, “you deserve some time off. You will take some time off, right?”

The orc let the thought sink in. The more he thought about it the more it sounded like the best idea. He smiled, a feeling of ease washing over him. He responded with a slow nod and a relaxed smile

“Great, great,” Dewdrop said, looking to the side, “now we’re, sorta even, I guess. Thank you!” 

Dewdrop’s wings buzzed, and he hovered for a moment before turning around and flying away.

“W-wait no, come back!” Moose called, reaching his hand out for the pixie. He sighed and looked down. He knew he was under a charm, and what he was feeling was fake. But he liked the feeling of calm he was given, and he liked the feeling of joy. And because of that, he felt the need to express what was on his mind even if it was fake.

He muttered under his breath, “I… love you.”

[ideasatemynights]

I headcanon that newt used to be self conscious about his weight but stopped caring after awhile

Oh yeah definitely, I 100% agree with that!! I've thought A Lot about Newt's relationship with his weight as someone who's fat irl and is also pretty similar to him in personality according to irl people I know, which definitely leads to the Projection. Some general sorts of headcanons about this (warning for internalized fatphobia, disordered eating, and just a fair amount of self hatred below. Also I wrote this in one big block in the middle of the night, so it's going to be kind of incoherent.):

☆Absolutely is someone who's always been naturally chubby/fat. He didn't really think anything of it when he was really little because he looks like his dad and uncle and they're so cool and he loves them so much!! He was always more focused on catching cool bugs and playing Godzilla with his dad and uncle anyway.

☆Once he got to be a little bit older in school, he definitely started feeling insecure. He already had a target painted on his back because he was too smart, too loud, too passionate, too rude, basically too ND for all the other kids and even the teachers (not helped by the fact that he was always ahead in school), so his classmates absolutely started picking on him for his weight and probably his height too. Because of all of that, he started feeling really bad about his body and wishing that he looked different.

☆This also intersects with my HCs about Newt being trans and his relationship with his mom. His mom was the only person in his family who was more thin and conventionally attractive and because he was AFAB, before he came out she basically just wanted to use him as a doll to parade around and show off on the rare occasions she actually saw him and because of that she tended to be critical of a lot of aspects of his appearance. There was a lot of her fussing over him and telling him that he should diet, grow his hair out, be more proper and less messy, dress more feminine, etc, which didn't help his self esteem. Once he came out as trans, she basically just stopped talking to him altogether.

☆There's also a lot of fatphobia in trans spaces, medical gatekeeping based on weight, belief that fat people can never be read as their correct gender, lack of gender affirming products for fat trans people, etc, which also doesn't help.

☆Once he started at MIT (probably around 15 based on canon info??), he was even more in the spotlight because he was known very publicly as a prodigy, was in a lot of news articles and stuff, won a lot of awards, etc, which added a whole other layer of scrutiny from the public to his appearance. He was also pretty isolated from same age peers because of it, so when he did get to socialize with them, his naturally poor social skills were even more atrophied because of it. Because of that, he was subjected to even more weight based bullying than he would have been otherwise, which did an additional number on his self esteem.

☆When Newt started writing with Hermann, he never would have admitted it, but he was kind of happy that Hermann couldn't see him. He had kind of reached a point where he assumed anyone would immediately write him off because of his appearance and particularly his weight and he was so happy to finally be able to make a friend who couldn't dismiss him based on the way he looked. He knew that Hermann could definitely find pics of him online, but he was hoping that the relationship he built through writing would cancel out the way he looked (obviously a super unhealthy thought process, but uhhh). The fact that the first healthy relationship Newt had ever had with a peer was also with a guy who didn't originally know what he looked like also unintentionally reinforced some bad body image stuff.

☆When Newt figured out he was falling in love with Hermann, he was even more terrified of Hermann learning what he looked like. Like he hadn't had a good track record with making friends or people affirming his appearance in the past, but he uhhhh especially hadn't had a good track record with romance. He had been rejected a lot and when someone had gone out with him, they were clearly using him for easy make out sessions and the sort, while not really caring for his personality or appearance in the slightest (and oftentimes making digs at them). Newt was certain Hermann wouldn't do that, but he was still convinced that the only way someone could like him was despite his weight and he was terrified that Hermann wouldn't like him enough for his personality to cancel out the difference (once again, not true and definitely unhealthy, but he's having a real bad time).

☆So they finally meet in person and it goes poorly. It had nothing to do with Newt's appearance and logically he knows that, but there's still some small deeply unkind part of him that's convinced that Hermann took one look at him and decided he was too fat and ugly to even consider staying in contact with, much less dating.

☆(In actuality, Hermann took one look at him and instantly thought that he was the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life. He desperately wanted to press Newt up against the wall and grab his love handles and kiss every inch of his mouth and face and neck and chest he could get his hands on. Being Hermann, he was deeply mortified by having such lewd thoughts about a colleague, especially one so obviously attractive to him, which definitely contributed to them both being incredibly awkward and off their game while meeting.)

☆By this point, I think Newt's in a really bad place mentally with his body and his relationship with his weight, so I think he ends up in a depressive episode for a while. This has the side effect of killing his appetite and so he ends up losing some weight which is really not physically healthy for him, but he feels a sick sort of pleasure in anyway. When he meets back up with Hermann when they're both stationed in HK, Hermann is still fucking pissed at him (just as Newt is likewise), but he's also legitimately worried about Newt because he doesn't look well by the standards of his body. Hermann ends up eventually asking about it, which only pisses Newt off and honestly brings up a fuckton of trauma for him and also causes Newt to believe that Hermann really is disgusted with him and his body.

☆As the war rages on and rations get tighter and they start working longer and longer hours, Newt loses even more weight which once again causes a sick sort of pleasure in him, despite logically knowing as a biologist that this is in fact very very bad for him and his body. He never intentionally tries to restrict food or lose weight, but he can't help feeling some pleasure at being so much more thin than he's used to. By the time the movie starts, he looks like he actually does in it, where he's soft around the edges, but not fat anymore. Hermann doesn't bring it up both because it's the result of the last days of war and because last time Newt got very upset, but he watches from the sidelines and is very worried about him.

☆When Newt drifts with Hermann, there's a lot of surprise on Newt's end that not only does Hermann like him and not only is Hermann actually in love with, but Hermann actually likes his body in its natural form when it's treated well. In fact, Newt is kind of stunned at how attracted Hermann was to him at their first meeting and the fact that while Hermann would be attracted to him at any weight, Hermann definitely distinctly prefers him fat and healthy and happy. This also causes Newt to realize that Hermann was legitimately concerned about him when he asked about his eating habits, etc, and that maybe the way Hermann treats him is the way he should have been treated all along.

☆Now this obviously doesn't fix everything in one go because a lifetime of trauma doesn't just go away overnight, but going to mandated therapy post war helps, along with a healthy relationship with Hermann, more time to relax, the ending of rationing and the entire world recovering, etc. He eventually gains all of his original weight back and then some and Hermann is so fucking in love with his incredibly handsome sexy fat husband and his wonderful mind and personality. Like don't get me wrong, they're still complete bitches to one another, but they adore each other and work through their insecurities together and it's wonderful.

Once again, I'm writing this at 3 am, so I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense. Also forgive me for the huge block of text, you unlocked A Thing I Go Insane About.

[theplottdump]

The attraction level was insane honestly. Chet: You seem like a woman that appreciates the finer things in life. Can I interest you in dirty public bathroom sex? Sade: Oh 100%

Kaye: //texting// Mom? Can you come pick me up? I'm scared.

Meanwhile Valerian is just having a genuinely good time.

Val: So Newt, are you interested in chubby pale brunettes by any chance? I'm still working through some personal things, but I really like your teeth. Newt: Valerian. I'm going to stop you there. I appreciate the sentiment but I think we're better just as friends. (poor val)

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[funnyp3rson]

Shooting Stars-Part 3

Questions?:

The two had not long left the med hut, leaving Chuck to drag her towards homestead where Alby was patiently waiting for her.

"You're late." He said, turning around to look at the two.

"Sorry, we had to drop off the blankets Newt gave us." Chuck replied.

"Okay, don't let it happen again." He assured her." So, green-bean, it's time for the Tour. We'll be walking around the glade, I'll show you everything and everyone. Leave the questions 'till we finish, in case I answer some while we are walking. Now, I'll run you through the rules."

She looked at him, eager to get the Tour finished so she'd get her questions answered.

"We only have three rules. First, do your part, no time for any freeloaders. Second, never harm another glader, none of this works unless we have trust. And, most importantly, never go beyond those walls."

"Why not?" She questioned.

He stared at her, she could see the seriousness in his eyes. "Because it's not safe."

She nodded, showing her understanding.

"Now, let's show you the glade. We'll go to the deadends first."

"Deadends?" She said, testing the word.

"It's like a graveyard. Shows them shanks what not to do, shows 'em the consequences."

"Cheerful." She muttered.

He nodded his head towards some over grown trees and shrubs.

"There it is. Gorgeous at night, no wondering though, might get lost."

The trees were graciously weaved into one another, the different shades of wood contrasting each other perfectly, before winding down and hiding behind a calluna shrub.

Chuck watched as the two conversed, not sure whether to leave or follow. The chubby boy decided to leave so Alby could properly show her around the glade without any interruptions.

Her hand glided over the bark, the crevices dipped between her fingers as she felt the familiar pattern under her palm. She pulled away, a feeling of nostalgia nestled over her.

"You okay Greenie?"

"Yea-uh, yes." She assured him. He turned around and motioned for her to follow him.

An hour had passed and Alby had shown her around most places. The last stop were the gardens, where the track-hoes worked.

The spines of wood with spiralling greenery stood proud amongst the mist of soil and dirt. Three boys stood in front of her.

Zart, Newt and Freddie.

Zart, the Keeper of the track-hoes, was welcoming and easygoing. She knew they'd be good friends in time. Newt was fairly simple and polite, bare in mind they'd met earlier, he had shown her the different types of plants they were growing and he cracked a few jokes about Frypan's annoyance with the track-hoes. Finally, Freddie. He was rude and insulting when she was left on her own with him as he couldn't possibly be mean to someone in front of Alby, as he thrived off Alby's praise.

Alby had managed to drag her away just in time for lunch.

She was introduced to Frypan, their chef, properly. He was as funny as the other gladers made him out to be, his carefree and easygoing nature made the two become friends quite quickly. At lunch, he was serving ham sandwiches. She didn't realise how hungry she was until she entered the kitchen, the smell of meat and vegetables making her mouth water.

Once she got her food, she made her way to Chuck. The boy had waved her over and patted the seat next to him. A full table awaited her, Minho throwing food around, Newt laughing, Frypan complaining, Ben's shouts and Chucks giggles made her happy.

She was happy. She could get used to this.

Obviously, the terrifying feeling of maybe being trapped in the glade heavily weighed her mind, but she was content and was willing to let go of those thoughts, even for a second.

Minho was first to notice her arrival.

"Hey greenie! I'm Minho."

She waved back shyly. Minho looked at Newt, silently asking if she had remembered her name. The boy shrugged, even if she had remembered, she didn't tell him.

He sighed. "No name, huh?"

"No, not yet anyway." She said.

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