#got in bed at a decen hour

[anadorablekiwi]

Got the ✨depressions✨ again :/

[longitud-de-onda]

{un veneno} may: storm

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; its been weeks since you slept in your own bed, the nights with javier blurring together to become moments with one another every second you weren’t working. rating; nc-17 warnings; oral sex, smut, angst, (and some fluff, we’ve got it all!), fear of thunder/mild anxiety attack word count; 3.6k january, february, march, april

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Your vision was still blurry with sleep as Javier’s tongue slid between your folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. One hand had your thigh pinned to the mattress while your free leg was hooked over Javier’s shoulder as he gripped your hip. How he was making you feel this way without his hands on you, you had no idea. You were just thankful that he was a well-experienced man.

His tongue brushed over your clit and your whole body convulsed, hips tilting up searching for more contact. And Javier provided. You could feel your core tightening with arousal, and your little noises increased in volume and frequency. Then his mouth was suctioned around your clit and he started sucking and you weren’t even orgasming yet but your vision almost cut to white with the overload of information firing up your nerves.

“Fuck, fuck, Javi!” you screamed, your legs spasming.

The pressure on your thigh increased, and you were amazed at how strong those arms were. As you felt yourself teetering on the edge, about to spill over, Javier pulled back, fully releasing yourself from his dominating tongue.

The sound of your heavy breaths filled the air, sharp exhales punctuating the silent Monday morning air.

“Javi,” you whispered, “Why? Please... keep going.”

“You’re going to be late for work, cariño.” His words sent puffs of air across your cunt and you moaned.

“You can’t just stop,” you whined. He was right but you didn’t care. Ever since he pushed you onto his bed a few weeks ago you couldn’t get enough of each other. You hadn’t ever spoken about what was going on, content to keep on fucking each others’ brains out every chance you could get.

“You lose your job, and then what?” Javier asked, and you knew by then he was teasing you.

“Just shut it and finish me off,” you giggled before you were cut off by Javier’s tongue returning to you. Within seconds he had you worked up again, your one leg straining against his grip, the other pushing him closer into you.

The heat radiated out from your core up your spine and down your limbs, filling your body with a tingling sensation, itching to be let out. You grasped at the sheets beneath you, trying to find hold to still yourself as Javier’s motions quickened. Before long you were tightening up, both hands flying to his soft curls, causing him to hum against you. It was that hum that sent you over, the orgasm coursing through you in waves.

It left you limp on the bed, Javier still mouthing at you until you let go of his head. His hold on your leg was loose, his thumb tracing little circles on the delicate skin of your thigh. He stared up at the rise and fall of your bare chest.

“You’re the most fucking beautiful...” he said.

You stared down at him between your legs, grinning up at you. You let out a light laugh. His hair was messed up from the night’s sleep and his mustache glistened with sweat and drops of your own arousal.

“Yeah?” you smiled. “You’re... incredible, Javi.”

“And you’re going to be late for work.” He sighed and then propped himself up on his elbows before pushing himself all the way up and sliding off the bed, one arm extended, an offer to pull you up.

“Can’t I reciprocate?” you whined. You wanted to pretend it wasn’t Monday.

“Save it for later today,” he reached down to grab your arm and tugged.

“Fine.” You let him help you onto your feet, swaying slightly with the lasting aftereffects of the orgasm. “But I’ve got an all-school meeting after classes. Going to be later than usual.”

“That’s fine,” he said, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into a hug.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before you pulled away to go to the bathroom. He tapped your bare ass as you slipped out of his grip and you flipped him off over your shoulder, laughing.

You walked out of your shared bedroom, giving yourself one last glance in the mirror. A couple of the other young teachers had invited you out to a disco, and you were never one to turn down a night of dancing.

The dress was your favorite for nights out, short skirt and low neckline. You weren’t afraid to say it: the dress made you look downright sexy. A night out in it was always a good idea, giving you the confidence to dance a little wilder, drink a little more, talk to a few more people.

You entered the living room where Javier was pouring over some papers from work, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The smoke wafted up above him, a personal cloud that emulated the frustrated mood he had been in the past week. You two still slept in the same bed, but further apart. The touches were few and far between. It was something you would have to deal with, an occupational hazard of his, but it still sucked.

Javier never talked about details. Work was always vague and coded. You knew it was because of confidentiality. He couldn’t risk anything getting out. Sometimes you took it personally like it meant he didn’t trust you. But then other nights he would lie next to you and tell you how stressed he was. How he hated seeing the bodies of the people he had shot, their lifeless eyes staring back at him. How he knew he didn’t have to look, but he thought he owed it to them. He didn’t think there were many people on the list of those who should have to die, and every bullet that left his gun was another name on a gravestone that shouldn’t have been carved. He trusted you. But only with his emotions.

It was this cloud hanging over Javier that led you to accept the invitation out. A week before, when you were amidst the warm haze of happiness swirling around Javier and you, there was no reason to go out, only thousands of reasons to come home sooner and spent countless hours in the presence of the man who had become your best friend. But lately, it was like he wasn’t there. At least not 100%. You didn’t need to go out, but it wouldn’t hurt. It would be nice to catch up with your coworkers. Relax.

You had your purse in your hand and were grabbing a light jacket off of the hook near the door when you heard the creaking of leather that signified Javier standing up. You turned around to see him, his eyes scanning your outfit before settling on your chest.

“Eyes up here, Casanova.” You smirked.

“You’re going out dressed like that?” He said, and you were shocked by the surprise in his voice. He had seen you go out plenty over the past couple months and knew you weren’t one to shy away from a skimpy outfit.

“Of course?” You said.

“Why?”

“I want to?” you shrugged. “I’m going out dancing. Haven’t been in a couple weeks.”

He had stepped out from behind the couch and was a few feet in front of you now. “So you’re going out to get drunk, dance, make some stupid decisions, and grind up against a bunch of guys?”

What the hell did that mean? What did he want? To start arguing?

“Yeah,” you said, trying and failing to keep your cool. You were mad. Javier had been so distant this past week and he had the nerve to question your actions. To try to control you? “Minus the grinding against a bunch of guys part, yes. Some of the younger teachers are meeting up. Girls night out. And yeah, we’re going to get drunk, dance, and probably make some stupid decisions. So what?”

“And you have to wear something like that?” Javier spat out.

You pressed your eyes shut. He didn’t mean it, you told yourself, repeating it in your head, hoping it would become believable.

“I like how I look in it, Javi. Is that a crime?” You threw up your hands. It took all your energy not to let the tears spill over. This was your dress. The perfect one. And here he was saying shit, insinuating that it made you look less than representable. 

“No, it’s just—”

“You know what? No,” you forced out. “I don’t like how I feel in this anymore. I’ll go change. You don’t have to worry about me.”

You pushed past him and rushed back to the bedroom where you slammed the door close. Only then did you let the tears out. Javier was being an asshole because of work. He’s been like this all week. He didn’t mean to take it out on you.

The dress didn’t feel sexy anymore. It felt something awful. You didn’t want to put a name to it, but your brain supplied the word ‘slutty’ and you hated yourself for that. You pulled it off like it was made of scratchy wool.

Back in the closet, you found a pair of jeans that made your ass look great and a top that you used to wear on nights out back in Paris all the time.

You heard a door slam shut.

If Javier wasn’t in the living room, you could slip out unnoticed. You peaked out and saw the light pouring out from underneath the door to the bathroom. Good.

It was only when you were out on the street, walking towards where you were supposed to meet your friends did you notice the fat drops of rain that had begun to sporadically fall and you remembered that you left your jacket back at the apartment.

You shivered in the small bed that hadn’t been slept in in weeks. By the time you made it home, the rain had picked up leaving you soaked. Javier’s words from a couple days before echoed in your head, “April we might have gotten lucky, but it is the rainy season, and it’s going to come down hard.”

You weren’t sure if you could consider April’s heatwave lucky, but it wasn’t torrential downpours, so you weren’t sure which you would choose. You probably wouldn’t have been wearing the tank top and shorts that one day if it was raining. Probably wouldn’t have caught Javier’s eye. Probably wouldn’t have landed on Javier’s bed. So maybe you’d take a heatwave.

It was better than coming home, soaked to the bone and freezing cold, to a silent and dark apartment. You were decently sober, having not drank much on account of Javier’s words earlier that day, and the rain having washed away the rest of your tipsy sway. You had taken a hot shower, and while you wanted to crawl in next to Javier where it was warm and comfortable, you weren’t sure if you were welcome.

The guest room that you had slept in for a month or so before you ended up in Javier’s every night lay empty and you had figured it was still, technically, your room, despite all of your belongings having migrated out of it.

It wasn’t as comfortable as it was next to Javier. You missed even the distant way he lay on the other side of the bed the past week. At least he had been there.

Your hair was still wet from the shower and even though the water had been warm, you were cold again.

Then the thunder cracked open in a cacophony of sound. It began as a low rumble that sent off warning signs in your head and steadily grew until it was all one could hear. Not even a gunshot going off next to your head would be heard over the sound. Your body gave off the response it always did in a thunderstorm: every muscle flexing and releasing as your chest tightened.

Ever since you were a kid, thunderstorms had scared the shit out of you. Even as an adult, you were never able to shake the terror that filled your body when you heard that particular rumbling sound. Your parents thought it was loud noises that would set you off, but they were proven wrong every New Year’s Eve when you watched fireworks in awe. There was something about the electricity coursing through the sky that shook you to your core.

You pulled the blanket tighter around you and squeezed your eyes shut, tears spilling out between the cracks. Of all the nights for you and Javier to fight...

The bed was the cherry on top. You hadn’t slept there in weeks. Even though you and Javier hadn’t even labeled what you were doing, the one thing you could be sure of was that whatever you were, it involved sleeping in the same bed every night, even if you didn’t have sex. And you were now trying to calm yourself in a foreign room, on a bed that didn’t offer comfort, but a reminder of its absence.

The curtains didn’t keep you from catching the way the sky lit up in an instant. You braced yourself, and seconds later the low rumbling began again. You curled into a ball and let out a loud sob as the thunder turned from bass to treble with its whip-like crack.

That was it. You couldn’t stay in the bed. Javier might not have even wanted to talk with you, but it didn’t matter because you were still pushing yourself up and running to Javier’s room. You pushed open the door. Completely dark.

“Javi?” you asked into the room.

“What?” He responded after a few seconds. His voice was groggy and sharp with a tone of annoyance. You felt bad for waking him up.

“I’m scared,” you couldn’t make any effort to mask how your voice held the shadow of tears.

That sound was enough for Javi to be jumping up and rushing up towards you, his arms reaching around your body, pulling you in, tight and secure.

“Hey.” His voice had changed. This was now gentle and caring. “It’s okay. It’s all okay. Breath with me? Okay? In... and out.”

You took the breaths along with him, the feeling of his chest rising against you helped calm you down. A hand reached up to the back of your head, pressing softly and you rested your head on his shoulder. The two of you stood there in the doorway, silent. Any other time, you would have had a million questions about your argument, but they all slipped away as he soothed your fears.

Until the thunder cracked again, and something outside, probably a powerline, exploded. You flinched and your breathing became uneven once more.

Javier squeezed you before releasing his grip and tugging your arm over towards the bed, where he lay down, pulling you with him. He pulled the covers up over you and wrapped his arms around your torso.

“You’re safe,” he said.

How was he so good at this? People always said shit like ‘it’s just a storm’ or ‘it’s nothing to be scared of’ which never helped because you knew it was irrational, yet you still suffered the fear. Javier, on the other hand, was almost a professional at calming you down.

Lying in his arms, his words manifested. The room lit up with a flash of lightning, giving you a glimpse at Javier’s face, sorrowful and soft. You buried your head in his chest, the warmth radiating off from him acting as a shield from the storm. The thunder rumbled again and you inhaled and exhaled as Javier pulled you in a little tighter. You were safe. Javier was safe.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered.

Your brow furrowed. What was he talking abou—oh. Your argument. All the anger had slipped out of you as he held you tight. You had spent the evening dancing but as the hours passed, you regretted getting worked up over it. Wished you were back in the apartment with Javier.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. You looked beautiful. You always do. I was frustrated with work and took it out on you. It’s not fair.”

You were glad there weren’t any lights on because he would have seen you start crying again. But this time it was with a smile on your lips.

“I forgive you,” you whispered before his thumb rubbing circles on your back lulled you to sleep.

Javier had come back to the apartment late and said he needed to go out and do something. To which you had said something about not being his mother. He actually laughed, for the first time in a few days, and said that he wanted you to come with him.

You hadn’t expected that to lead you to where you were, standing up on the mountainside, right where he had brought you back when you were still getting to know each other, staring out over Bogotá.

Or rather, staring out over the sea of clouds that had been hanging low in the valley for weeks.

Where you stood was sunny. Something you hadn’t experienced in a while. Not with the ever-present rain.

The whole drive up you kept telling Javier that you wouldn’t be able to see anything. And he kept saying that he thought you did have a chance of seeing something.

“When you said we would see something,” you said, “I didn’t expect that something to be more clouds.”

“It’s better than being under them, right?” Javier said from back where the car was parked, rummaging around in the trunk.

You stood closer to the edge, and Javier walked towards you. Turning to face him, you saw a blanket in one of his hands, a large bag in the other.

“Care for a picnic?” He held up the items.

“A picnic?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “I know it’s in between lunch and dinner but you’re usually hungry after work and I thought we could use a little break?”

You laughed and shook your head as he set down the bag and tossed the blanket to the ground, struggling to get it to lie flat.

The two of you sprawled out on the surface, and Javier opened up the bag, setting out a couple plates and cups along with some hastily packed containers of fruits, arepas, rice, and a variety of meats and beans and a bunch of whatever leftovers the two of you had in the fridge. And underneath it all was a bottle of wine.

“Javi,” you said, “You didn’t have to do all of this. It’s so...” romantic. That’s what was making your stomach do flips and turns.

“So... what?”

“Nothing. It’s just a lot of work,” you shook your head and smiled through the lie.

Your relationship, if you could call it that, was a lot of things, but it wasn’t romantic. It was two friends with takeout and a six-pack watching Bruce Lee movies before fucking each other on the sofa. Picnics on a mountainside with nice wine was not territory you were ready for.

Yet here you were.

He poured you each a glass and then you began eating and talking. You must have spent a half-hour lazily snacking and chatting before starting to put the empty dishes back in the back. Then you were back to laying on the blanket, side by side, taking in the sun.

It was admittedly very nice.

Javier propped himself up on one arm, staring down at you.

“The way the sun hits you right now?” he said, smiling. “It’s beautiful.”

He reached down to caress your jaw before dipping his head down and taking your lips in his. He lowered himself over top of you. You kept kissing him, and you weren’t sure where you ended and Javier began. It was a serendipitous blend of lips and tongue and teeth, arms over torsos, legs intertwined. At one point you rolled over to be above him, and it was then that you could feel the extent of his arousal, pushing into your upper thigh.

You felt the same but had no urge to rush things along.

When the time did come, Javier having returned to his previous position above you, his attention now on your collarbone, lips wet and sweet against the sensitive skin, and your head was tilted back, swollen lips parted, his hands slipped under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and then over your head.

The rest of your clothes came off as smoothly and quietly as the first, as did Javier’s, and he was then right there. All of him. Hot skin pressed against your own.

“Is this okay?” he asked. His head was back above yours, lips ghosting over your own, and his mustache tickled your upper lip.

“Yes.”

When he entered you he caught your lips again and held you in his arms. You could feel every inch of Javier, both inside you and outside, skin against skin. Your fingers dug into and explored his hips, his back, his waist, his neck. Every thrust drew out a moan or a ragged breath that was matched by Javier.

And there was something different about things, an afternoon alone on top of a mountain, breathing in fresh air, the wine in your veins slowing everything down a little bit. You knew that this changed things. It was a step away from friends who fucked. A step closer to friends who... you weren’t sure. Or maybe friends wasn’t the right word anymore.

This is a casual relationship, you told yourself as he thrust in deeper.

You were taking the place of the many others who would be warming both your beds if you didn’t have one another, you told yourself as his hips stalled and he groaned the way he always did when he came.

It’s entirely casual, you told yourself as you came around him, his mouth on yours muffling the moans of pleasure.

Then why did it feel like you were making love?

next; june: ecstasy

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[eddiefuckingtozier]

Maybe

Maybe it was his fault that he was staring at his ceiling at 2 AM. Maybe it was his fault he couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how exhausted he was. Maybe it was his fault he was dreading going to school the following day.

No. It was definitely Richie’s fault.

Eddie rolled over and tried to get comfortable. Maybe if he just found the right position? It was useless. It would be another night of no sleep and terribly good thoughts about his best friend and how much he wanted to hold him and be held by him and hold his hand and kiss him and-

He needed to think about something else.

Maybe if he thought opposite thoughts it would make it easier. He tried to think about how much he hated Richie. How much he never wanted to see him or talk to him again.

Well that just made him sad and miserable.

None of that was true anyway. If he never got to see Richie or ever talk to him again, he would probably go insane. He wouldn’t have anyone calling him his least favorite/favorite nickname. He wouldn’t have anyone to yell at for pulling stupid stunts. He wouldn’t have anyone to sit in front of a TV for hours on end, watching nothing important but just enjoying each other’s company.

That’s why, at 2:15 AM, Eddie Kaspbrak threw his covers back, slipped on some shoes and a jacket, and shimmied down the tree outside of his house, determined to walk a path that could either lead to his demise, or ultimately make his life 100% easier.

There was only one way to find out.

Richie didn’t know the exact reason that he was still awake this late at night, but he knew something wasn’t right. He could chalk it up to it being his parents - always drunk, always angry, always looming. He could never get away from them, even when they weren’t there.

But they weren’t the problem tonight.

There was something else bothering him; something that he didn’t quite have a name for yet. He didn’t exactly know if he wanted to find out either. He didn’t really have a lot of good things in his life, and he didn’t need another pound to add to the weight on his shoulders.

He wanted to think of the good things he did have though: his friends, his video games at the arcade, his collection of one-liners to be used at any point in any conversation. All of these things he really did appreciate, but when his mind wandered, it wandered to one thing in particular.

Oh.

Richie sat straight up in bed, having heard a loud banging on his curtain covered window. He knew it could be one of two things: either a murderer was really quite good at climbing trees, or his best friend Eddie Kaspbrak was making an unplanned visit to his bedroom.

He hoped it was the latter.

Slowly he got out of bed and made his way over to the window, pulling back the curtain and laying his eyes on a small boy who was shivering on his roof. He unlocked the latch on the window and pushed it up and open, allowing Eddie to climb into his bedroom and make his way over to the bed without a word.

“Well good evening to you too, Eds. What brings you to my abode so late tonight?”, Richie asked while slowly shutting the window and the curtain. Eddie didn’t respond right away, making Richie turn around to look at the boy who was perched atop his bed with his knees pulled up to his chest and his forehead resting on his knees.

Eddie mumbled something Richie couldn’t make out at first. “Eds, you’re gonna have to speak up if you want me to hear those important thoughts of yours. You know I live and breath for every word you say,” Richie said with a chuckle, making his way to sit beside Eddie on the bed.

Eddie didn’t want to speak up.

But he knew he had to. He could not chicken out now - not after he biked all the way here in the middle of the night to finally tell Richie what he’s been feeling for what seems like forever. He lifted his head and blurted out something almost unintelligible.

“You’re going to hate me, Rich. I just know it. And if you hate me then I’ll hate myself and I already hate myself for what I’m about to say so honestly if you hate me it would be understandable because-”

“Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense. I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but I do know that I could never hate you, no matter what you said or did. You’re my best friend, Eds. You will always be my best friend. Now what is going on?”

Eddie got up from his place on the bed and began to pace. He couldn’t do this after all. Nope. He was completely mistaken. He put too much faith in his abilities and now he was floundering in Richie’s bedroom, trying to think of a way to tell him that he loved him. When he started pulling on his hair, Richie knew that was his cue to intervene. He stood up, walked over to Eddie, and grabbed his wrists in both of his hands to hold him in front of himself. To keep him still.

He was going to find out what was wrong even if it took all night.

“Eddie, sweetie, you’ve gotta talk to me. I can’t stand seeing you all worried like this.” Eddie hung his head, and following a large, exasperated sigh, simply stated, “It’s okay, you don’t have to love me.”

Richie stood in shock. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Eddie thought Richie didn’t love him? That was the craziest thing he had ever heard.

“Eds, that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard! Of course I love you! I’m your best friend. That kind of comes with the deal,” Richie said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s not what I meant,” Eddie whispered, still looking down at both of their pairs of feet facing each other.

Close. So close. Too close.

“Eddie I don’t understand. Please try to make me understand. I want to-” Richie was cut off by his own realization, his own understanding.

Love.

“Oh. Oh, Eddie Spaghetti I-I don’t know what t-to say.”

It was then that Eddie forcefully removed his arms from Richie’s grip and distanced himself from the taller boy, trying to get away before it was too late.

Too late.

“You don’t have to say anything, Richie. I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it. I never should have come over. Look who’s the one with the loud mouth now, huh? I’m just gonna go and we’re gonna forget this ever happened. I-I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Rich.” Eddie then began to walk towards the window, looking to make a fast exit from the room that he now vowed to never enter again. That was before he felt something grab his wrist, pulling him to a stop mid-vault over the window pane.

“Eddie. Stop.”

It was said with such force and determination, Eddie was almost scared to keep going. He slowly lowered his leg back down to the carpet underneath him and closed the window again with his free hand. He didn’t turn around too fast though.

“Eds, please look at me. I need you to look at me when I say what I’m about to say.” Richie said to the back of Eddie’s head, not yet letting go of the wrist he currently had in a strong grip, deathly afraid that Eddie would try to bolt again.

Not this time.

Eddie slowly turned around and looked at Richie in the eyes, right behind those comically large glasses Eddie loved so much.

I’m gonna miss looking at those when he tells me to get lost.

“Eddie, you know what I was doing when you came over here? I was thinking about you. Well, I was actually thinking about something that was bothering me. You know. One of those weird ‘can’t quite place what I’m feeling’ feelings. I didn’t know what was bothering me until you showed up. But now I do. I know what was wrong.”

Eddie opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short by a finger being placed over his lips, silencing him instantly.

“Eds, please let me say this first. Eddie, i-it’s you. It’s always been you. I don’t know why I didn’t figure it out before now. You’ve always been right here in front of me. Right under my nose. Literally. Because you’re so short? Get it?” Richie teased.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie took both of his hands and placed them on the sides of Eddie’s face.

“What are you gonna kiss me now or something, Trashmouth?”, Eddie asked with a smirk.

“You see the problem is, if I kissed you, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop.” Richie stated, matter of factly.

Eddie’s mouth fell open at the prospect. He never thought he would hear Richie Tozier saying something like that to him, and now that it was out of his mouth, he wanted to hear it all over again.

Eddie grabbed both of the hands that were on his face, before lowering them and pulling them towards himself, effectively yanking Richie down and forward, right to his lips.

Oh.

Oh.

They kissed for only a second, both afraid of crossing some kind of unspoken line. They both shared a look upon pulling back from each other though, a look that gave each of them permission to meet in the middle once again.

When they parted the second time, they didn’t go far, Richie bending down to rest his forehead against Eddie’s, making sure that he could see the look on his face after he kissed him.

He never wanted to look at anything else ever again.

“Eddie?”, Richie asked.

“Yeah, Rich? You ok?”

“I’m more than ok, sweetheart. Just wanted to know if maybe you’d stick around tonight?” Richie asked, knowing full well the answer he was going to receive.

“Of course, Richie. I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”

So maybe it was his fault that he was finally snuggled up in bed with his best friend. Maybe it was his fault that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but there in this moment. Maybe it was his fault that he would dream of a future with Richie, under the pretense of something more.

Maybe they could both take some of the blame.

Maybe.

Ok so this fic goes out to all my lovely Robe Boys. I hope they know how much I love and appreciate them every single day. I probably wouldn’t have written this if it wasn’t for them and their never-ending support.

Also this is dedicated to my girl Quinny because she is an angel and I love her.

@kaspbrak-boi @vintagebeverly @r-richie @reddiestenbrough @eddiekaspbraklives @thelosersof1988 @mukettyl @moodierichie @decentgarbage

[ombreecha]

Pretty

Series: Lifetimes Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rated: T Prompt: friend of a friend needs a place to stay before they get evicted Note: Holy shit, my dudes. I’m so tired, and this is so not good, but I got my second one out for NaNoWriMo. Never work 12-12 and then try to write. I was like dozing in and out of this mess. Fuuuuuu.imsosorry imjustreallystubborn.

He’s not sure what had possessed him to agree to let a stranger into his home—let alone live with him.

Waking up at five in the morning to frantic knocks upon his door had soured his mood. The begs of the blonde hadn’t been what he was expecting when he had opened his door prepared to chew out who had disrupted his sleep. The blonde had been rambling, and decorated in concern when he had pushed his way into the house. There was that habitual need to pace as he went through the motions to explain what had made him come with a favor of a lifetime—so he had called it. There was a friend evidently that was about to be evicted, and needed somewhere to go. Fingers had pulled at the blonde locks giving way to promises that this friend of his would cause him no issues and would only stay until they found a new place to live.

Ah. Never at any point did he explain what this friend had done to be on the verge of eviction.

It had been hard to turn down the blonde in such a state. This was his best friend after all. Wasn’t this what best friends were supposed to do in times like this?

That had been then, and now here he was staring at this woman of pale rose-colored locks, and vibrant viridian in his door way. There’s a touch of shy to her—maybe something closer to nervousness—as she darts her eyes to look anywhere but his own. The dusty pink upon her cheeks leads him to believe maybe it’s not nervousness. Perhaps it’s something closer to embarrassment.

There is a shake to her voice as she stares at the ground before wetting her bottom lip with her tongue, “Excuse me—you’re Naruto’s friend. . .Uchiha-san?”

“I am. Come in.” he makes a motion of his hand stepping aside—his mother would never let him here the end of it if he left a girl in the cold.

She’s soft in her steps and there’s only the slightest hesitation before she’s entering the two bedroom apartment. There’s the realization that at no point had his blonde friend given him the idea she was a woman. There’s the realization that at no point had he asked his friend for more information on who he was letting live within his home.

This is just one of the many mistakes he thinks he’s made within this short span of nine hours. Women were trouble. This woman had to be trouble. There was nothing good that could come from this arrangement.

Those vibrant viridian still have yet to make their way to gaze within his own eyes as she stands within his kitchen fumbling with her fingers and attempting to hide her face within her forest green scarf. The drag of time comes and still neither makes the attempt to speak. He’s leaned himself against his kitchen counter, and there’s the deep inhale he takes as he crosses his arms against his chest digesting her. She’s small—how old was this woman even? She was at least over the age of twenty-one, right?

The more he thinks of these things the more he’s seeing he’s made a grave error in agreeing to let a stranger within his ho—

“My name is Sakura Haruno—I’m twenty-three, and am going to school for nursing. I work at a small coffee shop near the university. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. I apologize for the intrusion.” she’s rushed in her introduction as her fingers squeeze within each other as if to give her the push she needed to finally speak within the silence.

“Ah—Sasuke Uchiha. Twenty-seven. Graduated.” his voice is gruff in response at the awkwardness of this whole situation.

Fingers come up to push a few strands of rose-colored hair behind her ear, “It’s a pleasure to meet you—Naruto talks of you often.”

This woman was—annoying. She radiated within the nervousness that washed from her being in waves. She was far to demure to be Naruto’s friend. There’s no way he would be able to handle a woman this meek. There’s no doubt that this woman is absolute trou— “Sorry—I just wasn’t expecting you to be so. . . pretty?” those viridian are finally coming to meet with his own obsidian.

He’s choked upon his tongue at what she has called him—did she just called him pretty of all things? This was a joke right? It had to be a joke. He wouldn’t accept it as anything other than a joke.

“Excuse me?”

“Oi—Sakura-chan! I’ve brought your stuff over.” there’s a whip of their heads to the voice from down the hall leading to the entrance.

“Ah! Naruto!”

She’s no longer soft steps and hesitation. She’s no longer meek, and no longer demure. She’s no longer radiating in nervousness, and she’s no longer shy. She’s all smiles and giggles in addressing the blonde that was their mutual friend. There’s the drag of his fingers within his hair of obsidian, and it’s only moments later he’s pushing off the counter and headed for the call of the blonde, who had just waltz right in his front door.

He’s quick to slip within his shoes and grab his winter coat from the rack at the door. She’s right behind him as they head out to the car. There’s an odd air as they’re bringing in her things. It’s obvious the two know each other well. It’s obvious they’re close. He’s questioning if his friend has a crush upon this woman of rose-colored locks. There isn’t much to her ‘stuff’ as Naruto had called it. Four boxes hardly equated much in the way of possessions.

It’s as he’s carrying the fourth box in and setting it within the unused guest room that he finally notes that which would have caused her to be on the verge of eviction. He had promised Naruto to give this woman a place to live. He had promised a place for her to go with eviction over her head. He had not promised this though. He had not promised anything concerning possible other guests within his home. He had not promised anything concerning an animal. He had not agreed to having a cat.

He regretted saying yes. Now he’s absolutely not agreeing to these conditions. No one had spoken a word of that which sits within the small animal carrier.

“Naruto!” he’s hissing out as he’s leaning out of the door way, “What is that!?”

The blonde is decorated with a raised brow, and the look of confusion, “What’s what?”

He’s solid in his stride to the blonde completely ignoring the woman of pale rose-colored strands who’s own face is decorated in wide doe-eyes, “You said nothing—absolutely nothing about a cat.”

“It’s a cat, Sasuke.” he’s no longer decorated in confusion, and instead staring at him with the plainest of expressions.

“You said nothing. I agreed for her to stay—not a cat.” he’s pointing at the mostly forgotten woman who’s eyes only continue to dart between the two before taking a step between them.

“I’m sorry I should have said something earlier. She’s actually really well behaved! I promise!” she’s got her hands up as if to calm him, and that only serves to annoy him further.

“Naruto.” his voice is tight as his eyes shift to her vibrant viridian, and back to the bright blues.

“You’re not really having an issue of a small cat—are you?”

“Listen if it’s an issue I’m sure I can figure somewhere e—”

“Just. Stop.” he’s hissing out as he brings his finger’s up to pinch his nose, “Just—fine. I’m not doing this right now. I’ve got work soon, and I need to finish catching up on my sleep. It better be as good as you say it is. Lock up when you leave Naruto.” he’s turning and heading passed her room not catching the looks that are shared between the two he’s no longer willing to deal with.

Naruto’s right. It’s a small cat. It’s not as if it’s the end of the world. She won’t be staying with him for long as it is. It’s annoying though—annoying that his best friend had neglected to tell him so many of the finer details, and even more annoying that he had neglected to ask for such details.

He’s has far to little in the ways of time to deal with this now. It’s something he can revisit later when he’s rested and has his next day off. He can deal with her later. There’s no point in him being aggravated right this minute. There is no point, and yet it’s got his mind reeling that he has a roommate in the span of literal hours. He’s trying to remember if there was ever a time when Naruto had ever mentioned the girl before now. He’s trying to understand what exactly he had caved and agreed too without thinking all of these things through.

The clock ticking faster than he expects, and it’s not long before he’s up, and getting ready for work. There’s been no noise since he had retreated within his room. At least this woman was quiet—that’s a silver lining if there ever was one.

He’s got his apron tied around his waist well before he’s finished buttoning up his shirt, and it’s as he’s walking out to pass the guest room’s door that he finds himself hesitating. There’s a wonder if she’s still up at ten at night. Finger’s curl upon the doorknob with the gentlest of pressure so as not to wake her. The light within the room is still on and yet she’s deep within the comfort of the guest room’s bed. There’s movement, and then there’s her cat laying beside her upon the bed. The small rise and fall of her chest is the only true indication that she’s even truly asleep.

She’s removed nothing from her boxes. He wonders if he’s offended her, and that’s got him running a hand through his obsidian strands. Maybe he had been too annoyed. Maybe he had been to harsh within the afternoon after learning of her feline friend.

He’s quiet in flicking of the light before making his way through the house.

He’s managed to leave without making a noise, and work’s not as bad as he would have thought. Serving at the local and expensive bar is what he’s grown accustom to within his late nights, and while the lack of sleep is thick upon him there’s no doubt within his mind that he’s making decent money. The job required patience with those that drank one and then two drinks—the number forever increasing before he’d have to cut them off. There’s little doubt that his looks have always been part of the reason he makes as much as he does. Women held no restraint in throwing money down upon the table. He can’t help the snort the falls that falls from him as he thinks of the rose-colored woman’s comment of him being pretty.

The sun’s making its way up as he makes his way home within the snow. It’s some time passed five he’s sure as he enters the apartment. The lights are on and that has him raising an eyebrow as he places his coat upon the rack with practiced movements.

His steps are light as he’s walking down the hall, and there she is sitting at the small kitchen table with a mug in hand. Those vibrant viridian are all wide, and all doe-eyed as she looks at him. The purring of the animal upon her lap is barely noted. The long sleeved night shirt of navy blue and light gray sleeping shorts look big on her. The silence between them is there, and so is that slow drag of time that seems to come with them. They’re strangers. He doesn’t know her. She doesn’t know him.

“I couldn’t sleep.” she’s whispering shifting her eyes from him as she sips from the mug, “Want some tea?”

There’s a shift of his weight from one leg to another before giving way to a hum of an answer that has her bringing her viridian back to him. She’s a woman of odd hereditary makeup. She’s trouble, no doubt, but she’s probably feeling just as awkward as what he does within their abrupt little first meeting.

She’s placing her mug down and then patting the cat before it removes itself from her lap. He can’t help but follow her within his kitchen as she starts to pull another mug from his cabinet of glasses. She’s looked around enough to know where the things she seeks are—Naruto had more than likely walked her through as he hid within his home.

There’s the smallest hum coming from her as he takes his place in leaning next to her against the counter. There’s that habitual need to cross his arms as he waits, and he can’t help but stare at her as she’s making him a cup of tea bobbing the tea bag within the warm water she had poured from the tea kettle on the stove.

“I promise I’ll be out soon. I’ll be looking at apartments today.” she’s got the softest of smiles on her face as she speaks removing the tea bag from the mug and making way to throw it within the trash.

Maybe he had been too annoyed—no he definitely had been to annoyed to make her feel so unwelcome. Maybe he had been to harsh within the afternoon after learning of her feline friend—no he had definitely overreacted to the small animal that appeared to be was behaved. Maybe he was making a lot of judgments upon her far to fast—no he definitely had already marked her as an issue when she truly had done nothing to warrant it.

Obsidian can’t stop their follow of her fingers as she brings the mug to her lips blowing softly upon it. She’s small, and gentle in all of her movements right in this moment. She’s got a warmth he feels like he could adjust too even if it would mean practicing a lot of patience.

She’s extending the cup to him with that same soft smile, and it’s now that he’s choosing to respond, “Take your time.” he’s not sure why he’s said it so soft—maybe he’s the one feeling a touch of shy around her now, “I’d rather you not just jump into a random place.”

Her lids fall and her smile is growing as he takes the cup from her. It’s far from the smile she had given his blonde best friend but it’s a step. She doesn’t need to make hasty decisions. He would do her best to make her feel welcome in the time that she was under his roof.

“What’s her name?” he’s humming out between sips as she goes to retrieve her own cup and take her place beside him.

“Dorie.” she’s giggling cradling her cup within both hands.

“Ah.” there’s the smallest touch of a grin upon his lips as he breathes in the aroma coming from the tea.

She’s has a touch of soft steps and hesitation. She’s lingering within her meekness, and that demureness has found it’s way back as she leans next to him. She’s no longer radiating in nervousness, but she’s definitely holding a hint of shy upon her cheeks dusted in pink. She’s wide smiles, and giggles as she chats within whispers to him.

They’re strangers, but now they’re roommates. She’s absolutely trouble, and he’s not exactly the best at dealing with people he doesn’t know.

He’s not sure what had possessed him to agree to let a stranger into his home—let alone live with him. He’s not complaining though if she’s giving him smiles like that.

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Gili Trawangan – Our Experience On Indonesia’s Backpacker Island

Exactly a decade later, we returned to Gili Trawangan, one of the three little Gili islands located off the coast of Lombok in Indonesia.

With white-sand beaches, calm turquoise water, numerous accommodation options, and excellent nightlife and diving, Gili T attracts a wide range of travellers.

Even though many things had changed over the past decade, one thing remained the same:

It’s a busy, party island.

Read on to learn about our personal experience on the largest of the Gili islands, the things to see and do there, where to stay, and more.

Love this positive sign on Gili T

Why Gili Trawangan?

According to stats on Statista.com, from January to October 2018 Bali received over 5.1 million arrivals at its international airport. Since there’s an easy, direct fast ferry boat from Bali to Gili Trawangan, it’s no surprise that this island receives a lot of those visitors. 

There are no motorized vehicles or dogs on the island, meaning you won’t choke on vehicle pollution or have to deal with dogs barking through the night. If you’re looking to chill out on the beach with a good book, there are lots of sandy spaces to do just that. And, for those who are keen to do some scuba diving, there are loads of dive shops here as well.

If you’re a budget backpacker, a solo traveller looking to have a good time, a beach bum, or a scuba diver, then Gili Trawangan is the place for you. 

Where to Stay on Gili Trawangan

When thinking about where to stay on Gili Trawangan, you’ll want to consider what sort of holiday experience you’re looking for. If you want to be in the thick of it, party at night, scuba dive during the day and have easy access to restaurants and bars, then you’ll want to be on the east coast.

The western part of the island has some luxury hotels and resorts, and not a lot else (it’s much less developed on this side). The south and north ends of the island are fairly quiet as well. The center of the island, down the small roads, is where you’ll find residential homes and some Airbnbs. 

In 2009 when we visited Gili T, we arrived during the high season and the island was full of (mostly) Australian travellers who were all on vacation. Finding a room in our budget was difficult and we ended up in a very small, very dark room for around $10/night — which was over our budget at the time!

Fast-forward 10 years and we found ourselves staying in a lovely villa in a nice part of the island. While we were invited to stay here by Lotus Hotels, this is exactly the type of place that we would’ve booked for ourselves anyways, especially considering their basic rooms are still very bright, large and quite affordable at around $57 / night. 

We were greeted by the receptionist at Villa Almarik and together, we walked behind the property and down a flower-lined pathway to our room. As we opened the door, we were pleasantly surprised at the height of the ceiling, the king-sized bed and the large bathroom with outdoor area.

This room was much better than the one we stayed in (endured) in 2009!

The room also had a reading nook, two closets, and tile flooring. The private verandah had a couple of chairs and a table and was a nice spot to have a drink — although, with the beach just steps away, we were more tempted to head seaside for our sundowners.

Villa Almarik is located on the east coast, at the northern end of the party zone, directly across the road from the sea. Since it was tucked away from the main drag, we weren’t disturbed by any music or other noise and had a peaceful sleep each night (something that can’t be said for many other hotels in this part of the island). 

A large breakfast buffet was served in the upstairs dining area, with custom-made omelets, fruits, bacon, pastries and more all included in the room rate.

The property offered an onsite spa and saltwater swimming pool, both of which were great places to relax when it was low tide at the beach.

The pool at Villa Almarik in the evening

Across the road, right on the water, was the attached restaurant. With a hilarious slogan plastered on the road reading “Probably the best pizza on the island”, how could we not eat here?!

With our toes in the sand, we ate lunch and dinner here frequently. We looked around for other restaurants that we might want to dine at, but always came back to the tasty and consistently delicious Indonesian and Western meals served here by the talented chef. And yes, the pizza was probably the best on the island.

To learn more about Villa Almarik and the room rates, click here. 

(I also have to give a shoutout to Coffee and Thyme which serves amazing iced and hot coffee! We popped into this little place near the port every morning to start our day.) 

One of the many tasty meals we ate at Villa Almarik’s beach restaurant – BBQ seafood!

Things To Do in Gili Trawangan

For such a small island (3 kilometers long, 2 kilometers wide), surprisingly, there are quite a few things to do here — with most activities being centered around the sand and sea.

Water Sports

Since the sea is typically calm, many people rent SUPs or kayaks in the late afternoon or early morning and enjoy a bit of paddling around.

With an offshore reef, snorkelling is a popular beach activity as well. Mask and fin rentals are available all around the island for just a couple of dollars, but many people bring their own gear if they plan to do a lot of snorkelling.

Snorkel day trips are available, but as with everything, always check reviews of the tour company and the quality of their equipment before setting off on a boat day trip. 

Scuba Diving 

Known for its shark and turtle sightings, crystal-clear water, and a WWII shipwreck, Gili T is a popular place for scuba divers — of all levels. Some of the most popular places for diving on Gili T are Shark Point, Meno Wall, Halik and Deep Turbo. Expect to spot hawksbill and green turtles, numerous fish, healthy coral and larger pelagic as well. 

Some of the dive sites around the island have a strong current. Based on your abilities and certification, your divemaster will choose a site that you’ll be comfortable with.  

If you’re not yet certified, this is a popular place to obtain your PADI Open Water. Just ensure you do your research and be mindful of which company you choose. As I said above, this is a laidback, party island and the safety scene can be little lax. Click here to learn more about scuba diving on Gili T.

A green turtle just hanging out during Nick’s dive

*Note: When Nick went diving will Villa Almarik, he was amazed by the clarity of the water, health of the coral and the abundance of sea life (including lots of turtle sightings). Unfortunately, the other two divers he was with had been up late partying the previous night and were completely irresponsible divers. Even though they supposedly had the proper certifications, they were panicking above and below the surface, and going from 22 meters to 2 meters in a matter of seconds which could easily lead to the bends. This made for a stressed-out dive for both Nick and the divemaster, and in fact, Nick decided to opt-out of the second dive. He was disappointed with the fact that the divemaster allowed the inexperienced divers to go on the second dive. If possible, find out who you’ll be diving with and do your research about the best dive shops on the island.  

Watching Sunset

There’s nothing better than relaxing with a cocktail in hand while watching the sun dip into the sea.

There are a few places to enjoy the sunset on Gili T (of course, anywhere on the west coast would be great), but I recommend Paradise Sunset which has swings in the water. Other options include sitting on a vacant bit of sand with your own Bintang beer from the shop, or hiking up to the viewpoint for epic sunset views.

Hiking to the Viewpoint

Gili T is basically flat, except for one hill in the southern part of the island. Since most travellers are here for a beach vacation, they often overlook this hike.

The whole walk is only about a 20 minutes, yet the terrain and sights are quite varied!

Walk up cement steps, through a nutmeg forest, and past a small Hindu shrine until you reach ruins from the Japanese WWII machinegun bunker.

After you’ve taken a few pics of the ruins, continue on to where the landscape opens up and you’ll be rewarded with a view across the Gilis. If you’ve hiked up in the morning, you can enjoy the sunrise over Lombok Island.

When we walked up for sunset, there were only a handful of other travellers here — making it a peaceful spot to end the day.

Rent a Bicycle

You could walk around the island in around 1.5 hours, but since temperatures can soar at mid-day, I recommend renting a bicycle. The entire island isn’t paved, and you’ll need to push your bike over the sand in a couple of spots, but it’s still a lot of fun. 

Cycle for a bit, stop off to snorkel, cycle some more, grab a drink, and repeat! Bike rentals are found all around the island, and usually, hotels and hostels have them for rent. We got ours at the place right beside Villa Almarik and they were 50,000 IDR each ($3.50) for 24 hours.

Renting a bicycle is a must on Gili T

Getting To and From Gili T

Basically, you have two options for getting to Gili Trawangan. 

Take a boat from Bali to Gili T

Fly from Bali to Lombok, then take a boat from Lombok to Gili T

As a person who doesn’t love the thought of being out in the open sea, in rough sea conditions, in a country where safety standards aren’t always up to par, I was a little bit nervous about our journey aboard the Eka Jaya from Padang Bai harbour on Bali island to Gili Trawangan.

The journey on a fast boat from Padang Bai to Gili T can take anywhere from 1.5 hours to 2.5 depending on the sea conditions. January – March, and July – September are the months when the Lombok Strait can be rough (in some cases, boats are cancelled due to bad weather).

Luckily, during our trip in October, even though the sea had some decent sized swells, I didn’t feel unsafe on the journey there — uncomfortable in a seat with no legroom, but not unsafe.

The journey back to Bali, on the other hand, was a different story. We endured an overfilled boat, delayed departure, and transferring of passengers (and luggage) from one boat to another in the middle of the sea! 

There are no airports on the Gili Islands, but you can fly direct from Bali to Lombok with Lion Air or Garuda (around 25 minutes), and then take a boat from Lombok to Gili T. I recommend exploring the Island of Lombok as well and then head over to Gili Trawangan. 

You can take a speed boat from Lombok Island to Gili T (10 minutes), a public boat (no set duration, but expect a long ride), or public ferry (45 minutes).

Stay hydrated after being in the sun, and boozing all night!

Things To Keep in Mind

A few things you should know and be aware of when visiting Gili Trawangan:

There weren’t any police on the island when we visited 10 years ago, but this time around we saw a small police station. Regardless of their presence, this party island has many illegal substances on offer. Drugs are readily available and you’ll be constantly offered them (mostly marijuana and mushrooms, but everything can be found). Keep in mind that possession and trafficking of drugs are punishable by death in Indonesia (a warning you’ll receive on the flight into the country). 

As with everywhere, plastic is an issue. We saw a couple of great initiatives here, including a large fish-shaped container on the beach where you deposit plastic bottles. Rather than dumping bottles into the sea, put them into the fish structure instead, share the photo using the hashtag on social media, and receive free water refills during your stay on the island. Tapaz Gili restaurant across the street from the fish had an eco wall that was filled with over 500 plastic bottles and hundreds of bottle caps. It was a beautiful design, and a great way to use plastic waste. 

While putting your plastic bottles in here is a great idea, better yet, bring your own reusable bottle

 While scuba diving, lazing on a beach and partying are all fun, why not help out during your stay on Gili T? Beach clean-ups, animal clinics, and reef protection projects are all in place here on the island. Have a look at Gili Eco Trust and Invest Islands Foundation on Instagram and see how you can participate and give back. 

Unlike Bali which is a Hindu Island, the locals of Gili Trawangan are predominantly Muslim. There are a few mosques on the island, with the main one juxtaposed across the street from the beach on the eastern, busy side of the island. The Call to Prayer rings out several times a day, residents wear traditional clothing, and there are no dogs on the island (Muslims believe dogs to be impure). In the midst of all this there are half-naked, drunk tourists. You are a guest on this island, so it’s important to be respectful of religion and culture here — even if it doesn’t seem like anyone else is. The main thing you can do is to cover up and wear appropriate clothing when you’re not on the beach. During Ramadan, restaurant and bar hours are shortened, and locals won’t have eaten or drunk anything from sun up to sun down — even though they are working hard. Patience and understanding on your part during those fasting hours will go a long way. Also, if you’ve befriended someone on Gili T who is a Muslim, giving a small gift during Eid (the celebration after Ramadan) would be a nice touch. 

Final Thoughts

We were looking forward to returning to Gili Trawangan to see how it had changed over the past decade. Apart from there being more restaurants and hotels, which equals more foot and boat traffic, it was still a party place, with (basically) no rules and an emphasis on chillin’ out.

As a 35-year-old couple who weren’t interested in doing drugs, binge drinking or staying up to see the sunrise, this wasn’t exactly our favourite place to visit in Indonesia. Of course, it’s not as though those are the only things you can do here, and more mature travellers still love the island for its beaches, restaurants and amazing diving and snorkelling. We were grateful for Villa Almarik, which was like a little oasis from the madness of the island’s east coast.

In the end, we prefer the offtrack island of Gangga, the epic scuba diving and nature of Raja Ampat, and the quieter areas of Candidasa and Sanur in Bali.

If you’re looking for a younger vibe with lots of great bars, beaches, nightlife and don’t mind crowds, then Gili T is an amazing place. If we were still in our 20’s now, I’m sure we’d be singing a different tune. The island has a lot to offer and it’s easy to see why it’s so popular.

We will definitely come back to the Gili Islands one day, but I think it’s time that we head to the quieter Gili Meno or Gili Air. The two islands that we would’ve considered boring as young backpackers are probably right up our alley now.

What do you think? Does Gili Trawangan sound like your kind of island?

Check out our video of our time spent on Gili Trawangan here:

A special thank-you to Lotus Hotels for hosting our stay at Villa Almarik. As with all promotional campaigns on Goats On The Road, all thoughts and opinions remain our own, regardless of any complimentary services received.

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