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faerygrant · 28 days

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Making out with Carmy and you get lipstick all over his face

[Sidenote/ I can imagine reader making a replica of the Maison Margiela lipstick shirt except she does it for Carmy on one of his chef whites as an intimate Valentine’s Day gift just for him when he’s cooking in the house 😭😭🫶😭😭]

He’d get so flustered if you did this in his office while everyone is out there. Especially if he doesn’t notice and then steps out to grab you a drink and you’re too hazed out to remind him there is lipstick stains of your lips covering his entire face. Just imagining him stepping into the kitchen and immediately Richie and Fak are whistling and being obnoxious about it. “Wohohoooo, you tryin out a new look Berzatto?” Richie is first to start the teasing and Carmen’s just like what? And then Fak follows with “I like the little look you got going on buddy, deep red is your colour” and Carmy is still fucking lost. “Alright what the fuck are you assholes talkin about?” And then Marcus comes in holding a tray of some desserts and has to break it to Carmy who is so quick to run back into the office, extremely flustered and a little embarrassed.

“You’re back… and empty handed, where’s my water Carm?” You question, laying on the sofa against his office wall and he’s “You didn’t tell me I had fucking lipstick all over my face” he groans immediately looking into his phone camera to assess the damage. “Oh shit, I forgot, m’so sorry Bear Bear.” You laugh hysterically, taking his pouty face in yours. “S’not funny, guys made fun of me.” He tries saying as your hands are still squishing his face and you can’t help but smile at how cute and pouty he’s being. “Aww is my Carmy Bear all flustered that his coworkers saw him covered in smooches, hmmm?” And he’s just rolling his eyes because while it may have been embarrassing he’d never take your kisses for granted.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy x reader #reader x carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto fic

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ghostofaboy · 10 days

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Hold Please...

Summary: Dave decides to arrange a little get-together for him, Javier and Marcus. (Based on this post.)

Pairing: Dave York/Javier Peña/Marcus Pike Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2444 Part 1 of 2

Warnings: Anal fingering, oral sex, anal sex, facial, orgasm denial

Note: This has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you’ve read the warnings. Dividers: @saradika-graphics

The phone’s shrill ring echoed through the empty office, startling Javi out of his dazed. Glancing at his watch, his heart sank to see it was already lunchtime. Well, that explained why the office was empty with the exception of himself and why his stomach was growling. He must have gotten lost in these reports, or rather sank into a strange waking slumber due to how fucking dull they were. As another shrill tone rang out through the office, Javi reached out and grabbed the receiver.

“Peña.”

“Peña, it’s York. You got a minute?” A familiar voice reached Javi’s ears, and in a moment he was transported back ten years ago to the first time he’d met Dave as a brash young army Private.

“Dave, it’s been a while.” Javi cupped the receiver to his ear as he hunted around his desk for his keys, cell phone and cigarettes. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Funny you should word it that way.” Dave chuckled down the phone. “Are you free this Saturday?”

“What’s this about, Dave?” Javi frowned, pausing his hands from shoving his belongings into his pockets. “I haven’t heard from you in almost a year, not since… well… a text the morning after would have been nice.”

Another chuckled came from Dave before a short pause. “It’s come to my attention that we now have the same… playmate.”

“Oh.” Javi’s eyebrows shot up as his memory snapped back to the month before, where he’d spent a weekend balls deep in a young FBI agent. “I didn’t know you and he-”

“Oh, it’s not exclusive Peña, don’t worry. I’m not mad. Far from it.” Dave’s voice sounded as smooth and soothing as ever, and Javi cursed under his breath as he felt his cock responding as it always did around Dave York. On the other end of the phone, Dave continued. “He’s very good, isn’t he? What would you say to a little get-together this weekend? Just the three of us for some good old-fashioned fun.”

“You call me on my office phone to ask this?” Javi shook his head, laughing. “You asshole. Fine. Let me know the details, when you’ve talked to him. Text me. Ok, I’m gonna go get some lunch.”

“Talk to you soon, Agent Peña.” Dave gave once last night before the line went dead.

Sitting on his couch after a long day at the office, Marcus had jumped a little when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Putting down his book and without even looking at the caller-ID he’s swiped his thumb and brought it up to his ear.

“This is Pike.”

“Hello Marcus.” A deep voice greeted his ears, and immediately Marcus’ cock twitched in interest.

“D-Dave. I… I haven’t heard from you in a while.” Marcus sat up straight, his heart pounding at the voice of his older lover.

“Yeah, I thought I’d leave you a while to make you miss me.” Dave teased. “But from what I’ve heard you’ve got yourself a new older man to fuck you into the mattress.”

Marcus’ swallowed hard. “You said that we… that we weren’t-”

“Oh baby, I’m just teasing you.” Dave cooed down the phone. “I know him, actually. Old lover of mine, in fact, although we haven’t fucked for a while. A long while.”

“Oh.” Marcus felt relief and a strange feeling of jealousy wash over him. “So you’re not mad?”

“Oh sweetheart no. No. Absolutely not.” Dave sounded genuine and Marcus’ cock gave another twitch, the tent in his pants growing. “In fact, I’m glad. I would have liked to introduce you and now I don’t have to. Are you free this weekend?”

“Erm, yes.” The question caught Marcus off guard. “Did you want to see me?”

“I do.” Dave purred in Marcus’ ear and Marcus found himself tugging his fly open to relieve the pressure on his straining cock. “And I’ve invited Peña so the three of us can have a catch-up.”

Stroking his cock, Marcus bit his lip at Dave’s words, just the thought of him and Javi fucking him almost enough to make him cum. “This weekend? Got it.”

Dave chuckled and Marcus ran a thumb over his leaking tip. “I’ll text you the details later, baby boy. Now why don’t you get comfortable and cum down the phone for me.”

The week had dragged along, and Javi had caught himself getting distracted with tented pants under his desk at several points through the week. On Thursday, Javi had arrived to work to find an envelope on his desk with his name in Dave’s handwriting on it. Inside was a hotel key card, the address and room number, along with a Polaroid of Marcus wear a pair of lacy mint green panties. The younger man’s face looked flushed as his cock strained against the thin material as he gazed into the camera with his lips parted. Javi had tucked it safely in his jacket pocket, spilling himself over it each night until Saturday afternoon.

By the time he made his way to the hotel on Saturday, Javi was practically vibrating with excitement as he travelled up in the elevator to the eleventh floor. The hotel seemed quiet and high-end, making Javi hopeful for decent sized and relatively soundproof rooms. Finding the room and swiping the key card Dave had sent him, Javi finally stepping into the hotel room, but nothing could have prepared Javi for the sight that greeted him.

Gently closing the door, Javi could see Marcus already spread out on the large bed, completely naked with a sheen of sweat covering his skin and his eyes pinched tightly shut as he arched his back.

As Javi stepped closer, Marcus let out a soft moan, his legs opening further, shifting his hard cock slightly as it rested against his stomach. But the main show that drew Javi’s eyes were Dave's fingers sliding in and out of Marcus’ well lubricated hole.

They'd clearly been at this for a while, Javi though, judging by Marcus’ straining flushed cock held erect by the cock-ring snugly at the shaft’s base and the fact that Dave was already three fingers in. The quiet squelching of the digits as they stretched Marcus’ entrance filled the room, the obscene noises going straight to Javi’s dick, awaking it as his eyes stared at the young man’s body.

“Afternoon Peña.” Dave greeted him with a bright smile, turning to Javi as he reached the end of the bed. “Right on time. Marcus needed a bit of prep, since it's been a while. So I went ahead and got started.”

At the mention of his name, Marcus slowly opened his eyes, scanning the room before blearily settling on Javi. Opening his mouth to speak, all the younger man could do is gasp as Dave carefully withdrew his fingers.

“Did you find the place ok?” Dave continued to chat conversationally, although Javi could see the outline of his erection as he stood, wiping his fingers on a towel beside Marcus.

“I found it.” Javi ran and hand over Marcus’ chest, circling a nipple, before moving lower along his stomach. Marcus smiled, reaching out a hand towards Javi, and sighing when Javi leaned down to kiss him. “Hola, hermoso.”

“Hey Javi.” Marcus’ hands began to wander under Javi’s shirt, tugged the fabric up to expose his warm skin underneath. “I had no idea you and Dave knew each other. Small world.”

“Yeah, we go way back.” Javi smiled as Marcus’ hands roamed lower to cup his bulge. Behind him, Javi felt a pair of strong hands pulling his shirt up and over his head as Dave began to undress him. “I’ll tell you all about it sometime.”

“It’s quite the story, baby boy.” Dave nuzzled against Javi’s neck as he reached around to unfasten Javi’s jeans. “But for now, why don’t you suck on Javi’s cock while I finish getting ready.”

With Marcus’ help, Javi pushed down and stepped out of his jeans, quickly pulling off his shirt as he felt Marcus’ hot mouth envelop his hard dick. Marcus was on all fours now, swallowing the length, rocking back and forth to fuck his mouth on Javi’s cock. Threading his fingers through Marcus’ hair, Javi gripped the back of the younger man’s head, rolling his hips to rut into the hot waiting mouth of the naked man before him.

As Marcus hummed around his cock, Javi felt Dave’s arms wrap around his middle, pressing his naked form against Javi’s back. Dave’s teeth nipped at his skin, and Javi couldn’t stop himself from moaning at the feeling of Dave’s hard dick pressing between his ass cheeks. Behind him, Dave chuckled, slapping his erection against Javi’s ass before stepping away.

“Let’s get started shall we.” Dave smiled, climbing onto the bed behind Marcus and settling down on his knees. “Turn around, pretty boy. Let me use that clever mouth of yours.”

Releasing Javi’s cock with a pop, Marcus obeyed, shifting on the bed until he was facing Dave with his ass towards Javi. Javi couldn’t help but marvel as Marcus immediately engulfed Dave’s length and began bobbing his head up and down. Dave closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment, before opening them again and looked at Javi.

“I’ve been training him, can you tell?”

“Oh, it’s pretty obvious.” Javi chuckled, running a hand over Marcus’ ass until his fingers found his slick, ready hole. “He’s so obedient.”

“Fuck him.” Dave commanded, and although Javi’s instinct was to snap back at him, he instead felt his cock throb. As much as Javi hated to admit it, Dave’s dominant side was fucking hot, despite it being a source of issues when the two of them had been together in the past.

Lining his cock up with Marcus’ entrance, Javi pushed inside, quickly burying himself to his hilt in one thrust thanks to Dave’s prep earlier. His reward was a muffled cry from Marcus then a soft gasp as Javi withdrew, almost pulling out completely, before slamming back into Marcus.

“Oh fuck.” Marcus groan, into Dave’s thigh, as the older man stroked his dick along his cheek. “Fuck. Dave… I…”

“Open wide, baby boy.” Dave cooed, pushing his thick length back into Marcus’ throat, as Javi began to set a slow but hard rhythm. “How’s he feel, Javi? Nice and sloppy? I know you like your pussy nice and wet.”

“Fucking perfect.” Javi grunted between thrusts, feeling his balls swinging against Marcus as his hip connected each time be plunged into the younger man’s hole.

Javi's body thrummed with arousal as Marcus' heat enveloped his cock. In front of him, Dave's fingers were treaded through the younger agent’s hair, quietly coaching him as he fucked up into Marcus' waiting mouth.

"You're doing so well, baby boy." Dave purred, glancing up at Javi, their eyes locked as they used each end of Marcus. Javi couldn’t stop himself from smirking as Dave began to time his thrust to match Javi’s, bucking deep into Marcus’ mouth in time with his own deep pushes.

Between them, Marcus whined and gasped around the cock in his throat, the occasional gagging noise sending goosebumps dancing over Javi’s skin. The sounds of smacking flesh filled the room as Javi hungrily drove his cock into Marcus, the tension building inside him with each sharp thrust.

Gripping Marcus' hips, Javi bared his teeth, fighting the approaching cliff edge, watching as Dave pinched his eye tightly shut for a moment. Beads of sweat gathered on the other man's brow, and Javi knew that look. Dave was as close as he was. The sight of Marcus on his knees stuffed full of their dicks was enough on its own to finish Javi off, but Dave had been right about how he liked his ass. Marcus' hole was deliciously sloppy, greeting Javi's length with obscene ease, as though it was meant to be buried inside and stretch out enough that Javi was almost sure the young man could take them both.

"Getting close Peña?" Dave smiled before biting his lip and letting out a long low moan. "I know I am."

“Yeah, fuck.” Javi nodded, his hips stuttering for a moment, his rhythm faltering. “I'm gonna cum.”

"This was just the appetizer anyway." Dave shifted, pulling his cock out of Marcus' mouth, making the other man whine.

"I'm so close." Marcus' voice was almost a whisper as he panted. "I can't... the ring..."

"The ring is staying on for now." Dave grunted as he began to pump his shaft in front of Marcus' face. "After we've... fuck... after a break you can cum."

Marcus let out a soft whimper but didn't protest, sending jolts of electricity through Javi straight to his cock, shattering the last of Javi's composure. Thrusting completely into Marcus, Javi began to chase his climax, jackhammering into the other man frenziedly as desire overtook him.

Ahead of him, Javi watched through the dizzying fog as Dave threw his head back, groaning wantonly as he painted Marcus' face with his release. The thick ropes spilling over the plush lips of the younger man and waiting tongue as Dave hissed and swore.

That was it. The sight and smells of Dave York milking his cock over Marcus' beautiful face was the breaking point. The coiling tension inside Javi snapped as he arched his back and came. Stars danced in front of his eyes while his cock twitch inside Marcus' used hole, flooding him as Javi emptied himself into the trembling younger man. Growling, Javi rutted into Marcus', the thrust haphazard as his knees began to buckle.

Finally, the ecstasy of ebbed away, leaving Javi, chest heaving, able to gently pull out of Marcus and collapse next to him on the bed. Further up the bed, stretched out on the pillows, Dave was idly stroking Marcus' hair as the younger man took deep calming breaths.

From his new position, Javi could see Marcus' untouched cock twitching just above the mattress. The cock-ring still snugly in place was stemming any satisfying orgasm, leaving Marcus a panting glistening wreck and his dick painfully erect. The length was beautifully flushed, with a not insubstantial puddle of precum gathered on the sheets below. They'd have to wait a while before going again, or cock-ring or not, Marcus was going to blow immediately.

"Not bad." Dave grinned, pulling Marcus closer to him into an embrace. "But we can do better."

"All right York." Javi chuckled at Marcus' incredulous look. "What did you have in mind?"

"Break first." Dave's smile gave nothing away as he stroked Marcus' sticky cheek. "There's no rush after all."

The boys aren't done, I just wanted to get this out rather than it sit there in my wip folder. So I've split the fun into two parts. Part 2 with Dave's POV will be coming soon.

#javier peña #dave york #marcus pike #pedro pascal character fanfiction #narcos #the equalizer 2 #the mentalist

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iambicpentameterhamster · 1 month

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Every umbrella academy character ranked

Prior to Season 4 coming this year, thought I'd share my character rank with you for the first 3 seasons all together. (Spoilers ahead)

#33- Marcus, Jayme, Alphonso and Fei

Painfully insignificant and underdeveloped. Their only character traits being "spoiled and a bit evil" made them EXTREMELY captivating villians...

#32- Christopher

Only higher because I find the idea of someone carrying around a cube on a stick onset really funny.

#31- Sparrow Ben

Hard to watch honestly, especially in comparison to his lovely counterpart Umbrella Ben.

In general, the Sparrows were terrible and pointless characters, and clearly the writers knew this because most were killed off pretty quickly. All except for Sparrow Ben, which just meant we had to suffer watching him for even longer.

#30- Viktor

This is a controversial choice. He is tolerable in season 1, but then just becomes a moochy emo sod who is boring to watch. I don't know if it's the acting, script or both, but he’s just such a meek and flavourless character who is PARTICULARLY bad in season 3 when he jeopardises his whole family and is repeatedly selfish and has a victim complex.

#29- Luther

He caused the apocalypse in season one and you can't convince me otherwise. Got some alamaba shit going on with Allison...

There are so many reasons I hate Luther. He's a self-centred man child who couldn't care less about his siblings and their feelings, showing zero empathy to Klaus or Vanya, for example. He only shows respect and kindness when he is attracted to the person (As shown when seasons 1 and 2 he is only nice to Allison, then completely ignores her when he moves on to Sloane) or when they pose as an authority figure to him. All he does is whine and feel sorry for himself.

What's that? You lived in the apocalypse all alone for 40 years? You are addicted to drugs and lost the love of your life in a war? You have a power you can't control and a lifetime of rejection? WELL LUTHER WENT TO THE MOON

#28- Carl Cooper

Hated him as a character but he was a menacing villian which I can respect

#27- Harlan

Couldn't care less about him, only there for plot convenience and Victor's arc pretty much

#26- Sloane

An improvement from Luther's literal sibling. Further evidence that Luther will simply fall for any woman who gives a flying fuck about the moon.

Personality: attracted to Luther

#25- Pogo

Basil exposition of the first series

#24- Detective Patch

Barely remember her

#23- The Swedes

They were kind of goofy as villians but there was some good acting and they posed a real threat. Cute moments with the cats. In general, alright, but they could have easily been replaced plot wise with something more interesting.

#22- Cha Cha

Lack of character development for me. I think she deserved to be fleshed out more, I don't think it's fair that only her partner got to be a three-dimensional being. What are her motivations? Who is she underneath it all?

But overall i liked the acting and she was a good villian.

#21- That hotel worker from season 3

He's barely a character but I liked his sass so he's on the list.

#20- Reggie (Reginald Hargreeves)

He is supposed to be the main antagonist/villian of the show, yet The Handler stole his spotlight. He's a bit too stereotypically evil and asshole-ish for me, basically twiddling his moustache and stroking a cat in a dark corner the entire show. The delivery is too blunt and that doesn't help to build the tension and mystery surrounding him as much, but if he were more complicated and cryptic in his personality it would be more effective.

This is very nit picky and overall Reggie is fine. He has some hilarious moments with Klaus in season 3 and I am genuinely intrigued about the unanswered questions surrounding him.

#19- Elliott

He wasn't a particularly important or central character but I enjoyed it when he was on screen and he played his role convincingly. He was a good comic relief in some scenes, and when he died (spoiler alert) the reactions from other characters were realistic and quite impactful. I felt for him throughout, which is impressive for less significant characters and he had a lot of depth relative to the size of his role.

#18- Destiny's children

Not a singular character, but I LOVED Destiny's children. It fit Klaus's character perfectly to have a cult and led to some of the funnies moments in the series.

#17- Dave

From the very limited moments we see with this character, a lot of personality and emotion was communicated, and I feel like we got a big sense of the character. That is down to the brilliant acting from both of Dave's actors and from Robert Sheehan that really sold this character with so little screen time.

Anyway please come back to life Dave! Death doesn't look good on you!

#16- Agnes (Donut woman)

Very sweet and I wish her all the best in life.

#15- Sissy

BRILLIANTLY acted and impactful. Stole every scene between her and Vanya.

Also, she looks EXACTLY like Sheldon's mum in young sheldon...

#14- Herb and Dot

I want to put them both in my pocket and protect them from harm.

#13- Kenny's mum

Again, barely present but I love her. She's a queen. I would go to a rave with Kenny's Mum.

#12- Stan

I love Stan, and he's a big part of Diego and Lila's character development and motivations. I hope they adopt Stan and live happily ever after.

But yeah, great one-liners from Stan.

#11- Grace

Very well acted and haunting.

Top 10 *drumroll please*

#10- Harold Jenkins (Lenoard Peabody)

Again, quite a controversial placement, but I stand by my decision. The acting and delivery of Harold Jenkins as a villain is possibly the best in the whole show. I was totally convinced Lenoard was a nice guy and I was rooting for him and Vanya, until he started dropping hints and slowly revealing his true self and losing the facade and its... it's chefs kiss. So realistic. The actor deserves an award and a standing ovation.

The writers also deserve a pat on the back for this one because he has a convincing motivation and backstory, and the dialogue is DELICIOUS when it comes to Lenoard. He is a truly menacing villain without being overtly scary and powerful and dangerous.

#9- Ray

Charismatic, gentlemanly, empathetic, loving, trusting, supportive... Ray is THE IDEAL MAN. I'm a little bit in love with Ray so I don't blame Allison.

HUGE step up from Luther, for sure.

#8- Umbrella Ben

I would have liked to see more of his character, but I liked what I did see. He loves his siblings and shows it. He is selfless and sacrifices his own existence for Vanya, he is blunt with Klaus because he cares and wants him to improve. Of course, he and Klaus are also a hilarious duo.

#7- Hazel

One of the most touching arcs that offers an insightful message about what life is for, and about Love. Beautifully acted, a very real and lovable character who probably resonates with many in some ways. Hazel is adorable and i miss him in later seasons.

#6- The Handler

I LOVE THE HANDLER MORE THAN WORDS CAN EXPLAIN!!! Funny, playful, entertaining, uexpected and whimsical and yet simultaneously dark and menacing, AMAZING villian that stole EVERY SINGLE SCENE she was in. Kate Walsh was the perfect choice for the role and she played it to perfection.

A bit of trivia about the role, The Handler was originally written for a man, and when Kate Walsh got the role she insisted they didn't change the script (which, let's be honest, they would have.) She put a wonderful spin on it and it's just perfect, I wouldn't change a thing. I would 100% watch a spinoff all about the handler. Season 3 was worse than the previous two thanks to them killing her off (amongst other questionable plot choices)

#5- Allison

Allison was the only character who knew what they were doing, and honestly, if everyone just listened to Allison, there would be no apocalypse. Her storyline losing both Claire and Ray and her powers driving her crazy with power breaks my heart but is well portrayed and impactful.

She's charismatic, clever, strong, and kind. I love Allison and I think most of us do.

#4- Diego

He's stupid but in an endearing way, I find him to be so entertaining and funny, and the actor's face is like an open book. He's not show-stopping but his consistent presence just sets the mood and allows others to act off of him, while he really sells it with his expressions. He's like the rock of the show.

#3- Lila

Lila. Mi amor. Mon amour. Amore mio. Meine Leibe.

#2- Five

For several reasons:

A) He is the daddy here, Luther!!

B) That should be the only reason you need

Seriously, though, I was SUPER impressed with Aidan Gallagher and his incredible screen presence, especially at such a young age. He really embodies the character. Five is the face of the Umbrella Acadamy, and is undoubtedly the most iconic character. 10/10, two thumbs up, absolutely BRILLIANT.

#1- Klaus

No justification necessary.

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #allison hargreeves #lila pitts #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #raymond chestnut #the handler #the sparrow academy

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magmagicstyle · 10 months

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EASIER (B)

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Edward is an asshole… BUT THAT’S NOTHING NEW AT THIS POINT… Some insults, and violence but nothing too exaggerated... Also! We kinda hate Bella but not really, because let’s be honest… Edward is kinda a manipulative bitch. Unhealthy relationships (Bella and Edward).

Pairings: male!reader x The Volturi kings.

“Very well, my dear, we shall do as you want.” Aro finished the exchange by getting closer to you and caressing your face, smiling when he noticed how you were thinking of him and his brother in unholy positions, just to avoid giving the plan away. Then he leaned towards you and kissed your lips with passion before pulling away and looking at you with a devilish but comforting smirk. “We trust you, darling.”

Every time that you say you're gonna leave

That's when you get the very best of me

You know we need it like the air we breathe, air we breathe, yeah

I love you so much that I hate you right now

it's so hard to blame you cause you're so damn beautiful

So damn beautiful

After your kings decided to trust you with the task of managing the whole newborn situation, they decided that it was time for you to have a guard on your own. In their words, it was like a special guard, formed by only the best of the best. Vampires that wouldn’t doubt at the moment of killing anything that could pose a treat to you, and that wouldn’t think twice before dying for you -even if you didn’t like that idea as much as the killing one-.

That took you to the exact moment where you stood in the middle of the grand hall of the Volturi castle, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, you were flanked by Aro, Caius, and Marcus, the three reigning kings of the Volturi and your fated mates. In front of you, a bit closer to the main door of the grand hall, the loyal and esteemed members of the Volturi guard stood. They were the vampires that your mates had designated to protect and defend you. You already knew Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix and Nikolas. There was a face that you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting before. His name was Raine from what you heard before in the hallways and between whispers, hopefully, you weren’t mistaken. All the vampire’s eyes were filled with a mixture of respect and affection. Something a bit surprising since you hadn’t interacted with the last two mentioned.

Raine, seemed to have a commanding presence and unwavering loyalty, you didn’t need to look at him too long to feel that. He stepped forward, and his gaze met yours, and, just like that, as easy as breathing (even if you didn’t have to) a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was comforting, like a silent reassurance of the bond you shared. At that exact moment, you understood that Raine was going to be more than a member of the guard; he would become your protector, your confidant, and maybe with time, he would be like a brother to you.

"I know you haven’t interacted as much or well… never, so… Allow me to introduce Raine," Aro declared, his smooth voice reverberating through the hall, accompanied with a deep and amused chuckle. "A formidable warrior, devoted companion, and beloved mate to our esteemed guard, Nikolas. His unwavering dedication to the Volturi and to your safety knows no bounds. So, we are sure that you will be safe with him…"

The weight of Aro's words hung in the air, affirming the significance of Raine's role not only as a member of the guard but as your protector. Raine inclined his head with pride, his eyes never leaving yours, silently reaffirming his commitment to your well-being.

Jane, the petite yet powerful force within the guard, stepped forward next. Her gaze, filled with respect and admiration, swept across the room, acknowledging the honour bestowed upon her to protect you. Her loyalty to the Volturi and her unwavering dedication to your safety was unmatched.

"You already know Jane," Marcus announced, his voice laced with reverence. "So, we hope that you know that her unwavering loyalty and exceptional abilities make her an invaluable asset to our cause. So, as your protector, she will ensure your safety with her unique gift and unyielding determination."

“Of course, my love… Jane is always welcome with me… She’s aware of that, and she knows that I’m always grateful for her presence and company…” You said softly while looking at the young girls with a warm smile.

Jane's eyes met yours, reflecting a profound understanding and shared experiences. She knew the depth of your bond with the kings and the magnitude of the responsibility entrusted to her. Not only that, but she personally appreciated you. You were like a comforting parental figure and mentor. You calmed her down when her emotions got the better of her and you encouraged her to practice with her powers. Meanwhile, you, in her gaze, found reassurance that your safety was in capable hands.

Alec and Demetri followed suit, they didn’t need any introduction at all, their presence commanding and their commitment unwavering. They had proven themselves time and again, earning their place within the guard and their role as your protectors. Besides, they were also your friends, always willing to talk with you in your free time or just spend with you the few minutes your mates were busy with they royal duties. The loyalty and shared experiences of the two vampires cemented the unbreakable bond that tied them to you. With his unwavering strength and fierce determination, Felix stood tall beside his comrades. His role as a guardian extended beyond physical protection; he was a steadfast companion, ready to shield you from any threat. The trust you had built with Felix over the time you were in the castle made him an integral part of your journey. From the moment you met, he acted like a caring and annoying older brother, always ready to mess with you and protect you when necessary.

And then there was Nikolas, a seasoned member of the guard, his wisdom and experience enriching the group dynamics. Nikolas had been by your side for countless moments, and his loyalty was never tested, because it was so obvious that he believed in the king’s rules and laws that he never need to be put in trial for anything. He was one of the oldest members of the Volturi, so obviously, his guidance and presence carried weight within the guard.

"These are your protectors," Aro proclaimed, his voice filled with pride and reverence. If you could compare your amazing mate to something else, you would think of a child in Christmas morning, when he knows he was able to get the perfect gift for someone. "They have been chosen not only for their exceptional skills and unwavering loyalty but for the love and devotion they hold for you. Together, they form a formidable force, bound by their duty to safeguard your well-being."

Of course, as Aro's words echoed through the hall, a sense of gratitude and warmth enveloped you. This guard was not merely a group of protectors; they were going to be your family, bound by love and a shared purpose. Each member was starting to play a unique role in your life, and you only hoped that with time their presence would turn into a testament to the strength of the bond you were feeling between you and them.

Stepping forward, Aro extended his hand toward you, a gesture of camaraderie and trust. You took his hand, feeling the weight of his words resonate within you. With your new guard by your side, you were prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that their love, loyalty, and shared experiences would guide you through the darkness.

You approached a bit, your steps were measured and confident, a regal grace imbued in every movement. It was only when you were directly in front of your new guard that you stopped walking. "Thank you for joining me," you spoke, your voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and warmth. "It is an honour to have you by my side, to know that I am protected and cherished."

Nikolas met your gaze, his voice steady yet filled with sincerity. "I am privileged to serve you, to stand as your shield and your confidant. My loyalty is unwavering, as is my commitment to your well-being." The members of the guard, Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix, and Raine, stood alongside you, their expressions a mix of respect and camaraderie.

You smiled, a true and kind smile that was rare but obviously genuine, it was an expression that lit up your features and that was mostly reserved for your adored mates. "Together, we are stronger," you said, your voice carrying a note of conviction. "In each of you, I see unwavering dedication and unwavering loyalty. I trust in my kings' choices and I believe that we will navigate the path ahead with grace and determination."

Felix stepped forward, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering intensity. "We will protect you with our lives," he affirmed, his voice filled with resolve. "Our duty extends beyond duty itself. It is a commitment to your happiness and well-being, to safeguarding the love and connection that binds you with our kings and with us all as your subjects and companions."

Your eyes softened, a flicker of emotion passing through your features. "I am grateful to all of you, for your presence, and your unwavering support," you replied, your voice tinged with genuine gratitude. "To have such loyal companions by my side gives me strength and reassurance."

A few days later, in the dimly lit chamber of the Volturi castle, you stood before a large table where Raine, Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix, and Nikolas were gathered. The air crackled with anticipation as you prepared to give them their assignment. The kings weren’t there, trying to avoid any type of involvement with the planning in case Alice was trying to see their choices and plans. The last thing they needed was the little vampire acting like some type of prophet and trying to blame the Volturi for the newborn’s attack on the Cullens.

"Raine, Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix," you began, your voice carrying a commanding tone. You hated when you had to act like a boss in front of your guard. You didn’t want the coven to be like that, like an enterprise, without feelings or any type of warmth, but sadly, considering how stupid the Cullens were acting and how they were about to go to war against lots of newborns that would destroy them without a second thought, you had to be serious and bark orders while thinking of a strong strategy that would help the smaller coven.

"I have a task of utmost importance for you.” You started your explanation while looking at the vampires in front of you. “The existence of our kind is at stake, and it is your duty as representatives of the Volturi clan to handle this matter with precision and efficiency."

Raine, with his piercing gaze and an air of quiet strength, nodded, his expression serious in the usually laid-back face. Jane, with her captivating aura of power and authority, even for her young appearance, stood by Raine's side, ready for any challenge. Alec, exuding calmness and a commanding presence, prepared himself for the mission. Demetri, with his unparalleled tracking abilities, exuded confidence and determination, and Felix, radiating sheer physical strength, stood tall and resolute. You knew they were all ready for whatever plan your mind had created. They would follow you without a doubt, ready to end with the threat towards your kind.

"Jane, you will take charge of the operation. Your keen intellect and combat prowess will be invaluable in this endeavour. Besides, we all know how extraordinary is your gift… Raine, the newborns probably won’t have any idea of who you are, so… I’ll need you to use your power to disorient and incapacitate them, stop their abilities, make them feel weak. Alec, reinforce their illusions and provide cover when needed. Demetri and Felix, you two will be in charge of tracking and subduing them… ensure their compliance." You paused for a moment, allowing the weight of the the task to settle upon them.

"And Nikolas," you continued, your voice filled with warmth and gratitude, "I will need you to stay by my side. You know that I consider you a loyal protector and confidant, besides… The kings would feel better if you stayed behind to protect me… You, surely know, that your presence is essential to my safety."

Nikolas, who had been standing silently in the background, nodded understandingly. He knew his duty was to safeguard you, and he accepted the responsibility with unwavering dedication. That was his main task from the moment you arrived in Volterra, to protect you, to defend you against anyone who tried to hurt you.

"While you won't be joining the others on this mission, your role here is just as crucial," you reassured him. "I trust in your abilities to protect me, and I know that I am in capable hands."

Nikolas met your gaze with a determined expression. "You can count on me, my prince…" he affirmed, his voice filled with loyalty.

After making sure that Nikolas understood why it was so important for him to stay with you while the others went to fight, you turned your attention back to the rest of the guard.

"I have every confidence in your abilities. Show the newborns the might of the Volturi, but exercise restraint and judgment. Our goal is to restore order and ensure the safety of our kind, not to needlessly destroy. If there’s someone salvageable, anyone, that would be a good addition to the clan, or if someone shows true regret and is willing to learn the rules and follow the law, let’s give them a chance. The Vulturi don’t give second chances, but let’s consider that those newborns, never had a chance to begging with."

As the team prepared to depart, you stepped forward, your gaze filled with unwavering trust and gratitude.

"Remember, you are not alone. Together, we will face the challenges that lie ahead. Your bond as a team is as essential as your individual talents. Protect one another, trust one another, and return to me victorious. The kings and I trust in your abilities and your good thinking…"

With those words, the group of Volturi representatives turned to leave, their resolve unwavering. The weight of their duty pressed upon their shoulders, but they carried it with honour and determination.

As you sat in the quiet meeting room of the Volturi castle, your gaze fixed on the regal figure of Jane as she prepared to leave. Everyone else had already left. The meeting is long over. And you couldn’t help but think that the room exuded an air of solemnity, the walls adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of the Volturi's immortal reign. Maybe it was the words that were exchanged just a few seconds ago, maybe it was just how the sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting gently rays that danced upon the polished marble floor, creating a serene ambience. You weren’t sure. Still, you had a second mission, the planning was over, and now… the second part of the plan needed to start.

Seizing the moment, you rose from his seat, your expression calm yet resolute. This was going to be quite difficult for you, but still, you knew this was necessary. Your eyes met Jane's, locking onto her crimson gaze with a steadiness that bespoke your unwavering resolve.

"Jane," You called out, your voice carrying a quiet intensity that cut through the stillness of the room.

Jane paused, her graceful movements halted as she turned to face you. Her porcelain features held a trace of curiosity, her piercing eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and expectation. She was ever an enigma, capable of both unspeakable power and surprising depths of empathy. Still, when you looked directly at her, she felt so young, so inexperienced in life, like a child wanting comfort and protection. Sometimes, in secret, when nobody could see your thoughts or feel your emotions, you let yourself think of her and Alec as your children. Still, you weren’t sure that it would be welcomed so you kept those feelings to yourself.

With a composed demeanour, you continued talking, your words were measured yet purposeful. "Before you depart on this mission, I have something important to convey," You stated, voice projecting a confidence borne from the knowledge that every word had been carefully considered.

Jane's brows arched ever so slightly, her attention fully captured. She remained silent, awaiting the revelation that would shape their course of action.

"In the event that you and the others discover information that could alter our plans, that could change everything," You explained, words deliberate and laden with significance, tone of voice soft but serious. You weren’t joking about this, and it was clear that you truly believed that something would change your guard’s course of action. "I ask that you exercise your judgment and take the necessary actions to ensure our success. But please, do not inform me of any such developments."

Your request hung in the air, the weight of its implications palpable. You understood the reason behind it—the need to shield the choices of the kings and your own decisions from the penetrating gaze of Alice. After all, knowing her, it was obvious that she would also see your choices related to the newborn threat. She always thought that her gift was almost perfect, and she would make sure to try to use it against any plan that the Volturi could create. The unspoken tension that had surrounded them all since the meeting's inception now found its voice in this solemn exchange.

Jane's gaze softened, her features betraying a glimmer of understanding. She nodded in acknowledgement, a silent agreement forged between you and her. Though you knew that Jane changing the plans depending on the situation would leave you in the dark, you understood that it was necessary and accepted the essential part of this arrangement, knowing it would safeguard their endeavours from the prying eyes of those who might manipulate fate.

With that, Jane resumed her departure, her figure gracefully gliding through the doorway. Meanwhile, you remained behind, contemplating the gravity of your shared secret. In this moment of quiet reflection, you took an unnecessary deep breath and prepared yourself for the unknown, ready to face the consequences of a future shaped by the choices of others. Right now, you quite loathed Alice and her stupidly useful gift.

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know that you're always gonna stay the same

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know you don't want it any other way

As the moon reached its highest point, casting a luminous glow upon the enchanting and mysterious gardens of Volterra, the Volturi kings prepared for a momentous occasion. You weren’t aware of this, but it was there, surrounded by the whimsical beauty of nature that helped them hide from the chaotic world and stay in that small piece of heaven and safeness, that they had meticulously arranged a scene that would forever mark their love and devotion into your heart.

The gardens came alive with the soft glow of innumerable fairy lights, delicately twinkling like stars suspended from the branches of ancient trees. Their ethereal radiance bathed the surroundings in a warm, romantic ambience, enveloping the space in a magical embrace.

They knew it wasn’t the best time for this type of surprise, but they couldn’t help it. They were tired of hiding you, of acting like they didn’t consider you their equal. They wanted for you to be able to stand proudly by their side when they had to judge a rebellious clan, they wanted for the rest of the vampires outside their coven to respect you and fear you like they respected and feared them. They desired to be able to listen to your ideas and plans without having to hide because of your lack of a royal title. It wasn’t fair, you were one of the smartest people they’d ever met, and they didn’t want to keep insulting you by ignoring that fact. You were their mate, the only being that was solely made to be by their side, you weren’t made to be hidden and to stay put like a trophy, you were born to rule, to protect and defend what you and they considered important. Unlike them, you showed the compassion that they had lost many years ago, and they felt that it was time that the vampires of their world had a ruler they could turn to, not only to accuse another coven but to seek help and comfort.

They looked at the garden, a cosy seating area nestled beneath the sprawling canopy of a centuries-old oak tree, adorned with cushions and blankets in hues of velvety midnight blue and rich crimson. Soft, plush pillows were carefully arranged, inviting you to sink into their comforting embrace. The idea was to show the comfort and kindness that you usually showed to them and to your friends inside the Volturi guard.

A table, draped in elegant silk, stood nearby, adorned with crystal glasses that glimmered as they caught the moon's tender light. The lack of silverware, plates and food was quite obvious, but they couldn’t do anything about that. It wasn’t like you could eat, so the idea of sharing a meal would be ridiculous and wasteful. Still, they had mixed some blood with your favourite wines from when you were alive, wanting to show you that they cared not only for the current you, but also for the things that had made you into the being they loved so much. This careful mixture of alcohol and blood was a token of the kings' unwavering commitment and affection. Just like that, from the carefully opened bottles that rested in the middle of the tastefully decorated table, a tantalizing fragrance permeated the air. It was a delicate blend of freshly picked roses, intertwined with the aroma of rich, aged blood. A symphony of scents of sorts, a harmonious combination that reflected both the beauty and the primal essence of their immortal existence. An existence that they hoped to share with you by their side.

As you entered the gardens, your footsteps were muffled by the lush grass. It wasn’t possible, not at all, but the kings could almost feel how their hearts quickened with anticipation. The Volturi guard, standing sentinel around the designated area, exuded an aura of reverence and support, they had decided to take a moment to maintain this moment untouched by the responsibilities of everyone outside. Their tasks were simple, make sure that you four wouldn’t be interrupted. Each member of the guard, adorned in their regal attire, wore a gentle smile, their eyes conveying unwavering love and acceptance.

Aro, your charismatic and visionary king, the spokesman of the three kings, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle. "Ah, my love, we have orchestrated this moment with utmost care and affection, for we have longed to profess our love for you in a setting as extraordinary as the bond we share."

Then, Caius, your strong king, let his stoic facade softened by the warmth of his emotions and spoke with a resolute tenderness. "In your presence, we have found solace and completeness. The depths of our hearts are forever entwined with yours. Tonight, we offer you the promise of a love that transcends time and fate."

Finally, your quiet but caring king… Marcus, the always introspective, with his gaze full of profound intensity, whispered words that carried the weight of centuries. "The course of our immortal existence has been irrevocably altered since the moment we met you. Your presence fills our lives with purpose, and your love has breathed new life into our souls."

With their words hanging in the air, the Volturi kings stepped closer, their eyes locked on your own, their hands extended in a gesture of unwavering commitment. Aro, his voice both commanding and gentle, continued, "In this enchanted garden, beneath the moon's tender gaze, we ask for the honour of your hand in a union that surpasses mortal bounds. Will you become our beloved, our partner in eternity?"

This is it… They were finally asking you the biggest question of your inmortal life…

Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of love and devotion before them, your heart swelled with emotion. Tears of joy danced in your eyes as you gazed at the kings and the extraordinary scene they had meticulously crafted. The tears would never fall, unable to find release thanks to your unnatural anatomy, but still, the emotion was there, your face and whole body were showing off the multiple feelings that were going through your heart and mind at the moment. It was a moment that surpassed your wildest dreams. You knew they wanted to marry you, you were aware of the fact that this would eventually happen but… Now? Like this? This was better than any dream, better than any imagined scenario that you had created in your mind. This was a thousand times better because this came directly from them.

You knew this wasn’t the time to be shy, you needed to convey all your feelings and you were planning to do it. Your kings had created such a beautiful proposal for you, there was no way you wouldn’t correspond to their feelings in the best way you could. So… with a voice filled with love and unwavering conviction, you replied.

"I spent most of my life until now… chasing a love that would never come true… But it’s in your arms, that I have found solace, passion, and unwavering support. To be chosen by you, to be cherished and loved by all three of you, is a gift beyond measure. With all my heart, I accept your proposal, knowing that our love will continue for the rest of our lives and that, it’s only your love, the thing that I was truly craving when I was lost….”

And the hardest part of all is that we're only built to fall

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know that you're always gonna stay the same

On the other side of the world, a similar, but quite different picture was starting to appear as the sun began its descent beyond the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the meadow of the forest of Forks.

There, Bella stood on the delicate precipice between love and doubt. With the warmth of the evening air wrapped around her, mingling with the scent of grass and wildflowers, she asked herself if this whole situation was what she actually wanted. Still, she stood there, waiting faithfully doing her best to stay immobile as she waited for Edward to arrive.

Bella’s heart was heavy with conflicting emotions, doubts creeping into her mind like shadows, whispering their insidious words. She couldn’t help it, the problems, the fights, Edward's own actions in front of you and in front of the kings of the vampires, all of those little things were starting to pile up and they threaten to pour out of her heart, filling her head and soul with doubt and questions that nobody seemed to want to answer. Also, a part of her questioned if Edward truly loved her as deeply as he professed. After all, the way he reacted to meeting his ex-partner, even after he told him that it was you that was hanging onto a relationship long over, it was confusing. You had already moved on, so… Why was Edward so upset about it? Why did the brunette make such a scene accusing his ex-lover of horrible things and trying to attack them? And then… his actions towards her during their trip back to Forks, his reluctance to turn her into a vampire, to make her inmortal so they could be together forever… Did he really love her and cherish her as much as he said to do? Or were his words merely empty promises, masking a more self-serving desire to keep her in his world for a while? Like a little pet, a little thing you want to love, knowing that they wouldn’t live as long as you do… Did Edward see her as just a fleeting love? Maybe he saw her as something he could play with and pretend to love with the reassuring thought that she would grow old and die while he would stay young forever…

Bella gazed at the shimmering light filtering through the trees, the same light that had once illuminated their undying love. She still remembers the hidden encounters, the kisses in the forest and laying in the same meadow as Edward while talking sweet nothings to each other. She remember how he explained about you, about his disturbed ex-lover that dreamed of a wedding that would never happen and that fantasied about a relationship that was long dead. At the time, she was so worried for Edward, so saddened by the fact that he was tied to you, and so resentful for the fact that she had to hide her love under those threes and little bits of lights… But now, the same lights and soft shadows cast doubts upon her heart, casting darkness upon the very foundation of their relationship.

At this point, she couldn’t help but ask herself if anything of what Edward told her was even true. When she met you, you attacked her and yes, acted crazy but… were your actions really the act of someone delusional and trapped in the past? Or were those the doings of someone that was betrayed and lied to by the man they loved? Edward and herself -even if now she was ashamed of it- had made fun of you behind your back, joking about your mind being trapped in a delusion where your ex-boyfriend was still in love with you… and yet, now, she was the one who felt trapped.

She was entangled in a web of her own dreams and desires, her own personal simulated world. She felt weak, stupid… She let herself be moved by the allure of immortality, the idea of being the only one in the life of a creature that was designed to be perfect, the idea of forever being with Edward, of being loved for all eternity, the idea of being so important for someone that he was willing to ignore his own nature just to love her… that lies, that illusion held her captive. So, still with all those doubts and worries plaguing and poisoning her mind and heart, she stayed there, standing motionless, waiting for her boyfriend.

And just a few seconds later, there he appeared, a figure emerging from the depths of the forest, it was just the blink of an eye for Bella, but suddenly, he was in front of her, looking directly at her expression while his eyes glowed with an intensity that had once mesmerized her. Now, she wasn’t sure what she felt looking at that unnatural gleam in his eyes, she was just glad that he couldn’t hear her thoughts, thankful for the shield nature had given her. Edward had approached her with a confidence that both comforted and unnerved her. His voice, so sweet and melodic, echoed through the meadow, blending with the whispering breeze. She felt like he was trying to touch her with his words, cover her and hide her from the world… She used to be grateful for that feeling…

"Bella," he said, his voice laced with tenderness… but was it real? "I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Every beat of my heart, every fibre of my being, longs for you. There is no doubt in my mind that you are my destiny, my forever."

His words reached her ears, but her heart yearned for more than mere declarations. Besides, his promises and sweet nothings seemed to stay there, unclear and almost impossible to be true. Did he yearn for her because of his love? Or was it because of some weird instinct that he couldn’t control? The doubts that plagued her thoughts begged for reassurance, a tangible proof of his unwavering commitment, a way to show that he truly loved her and wasn’t only following what he thought he had to do...

Was this proposal an act of genuine love, or a desperate attempt to keep her bound to him?

As Edward dropped to one knee, a small velvet box in his hand, Bella's heart fluttered with a mixture of hope and trepidation. What? She wasn’t confused, she understood what his words and actions meant but… She wasn’t even eighteen just yet… She was barely finishing high school… Did she want to tie herself to Edward without a chance of experimenting with other things in life? She wasn’t legally allowed to drink, she hadn’t thought of universities or if she wanted to work in something in particular… Hell, she was still a virgin!

But there it was… The delicate ring nestled within the box glimmered in the waning sunlight, a symbol of an eternity she had once craved. The commitment and future she once asked for… She even pushed Edward to take her back after he tried to leave her when the first vampire attacked her… Then she saved his life and almost pushed him to commit to her forever…

But…

Did she genuinely want this? Weren’t all teenagers allowed to do a couple of stupid things before becoming real adults? Still, how could she say “no”?

At that moment, looking at that gorgeous ring in that delicate velvet box and looking at Edward that was waiting for an answer with a small and charming smile, she felt the weight of his expectations pressing upon her, and she wondered if she could truly deny him.

Her mind raced, questioning the very essence of their love. Was it pure and selfless, or did it stem from a possessive need to control her destiny? Did Edward want her because of her? Or did he want her just to avoid losing something else that he considered his? Doubts clouded her mind and she knew that if she didn’t control herself, she would start shaking… Still, she found herself hesitating, unable to voice her doubts. The fear of losing him and the dreams she had woven around their future kept her silent. She spent so much time thinking of being with him. She risked her life, ruined other relationships, and forgot about the other possibilities of her future just to stay by his side, so… If she decided to say “no”, what would be of her? What would she do? At this point, she wasn’t sure if she could be Bella without Edward by her side…

At that moment, the conflict within Bella reached its climax. She couldn't deny the love she felt for Edward, nor could she ignore the doubts that now consumed her thoughts. Still, there was no more time, Edward was there, in one knee, waiting for her answer and she was about to get all that she thought she wanted… She just needed to ignore the questions. It wouldn’t be so hard, and maybe with time, she would get used to it…

And so, with a mixture of reluctance and resignation, she whispered, "Yes, Edward. I will marry you."

As he slid the ring onto her finger, sealing their fate, Bella couldn't shake the lingering doubts that were whispered in the recesses of her mind. But for now, she would bury them beneath a facade of acceptance, hoping that time would reveal the truth behind Edward's words and intentions. In any case, she at least knew that Edward loved her or cared for her to the point of wanting to marry her and that would be enough… That needed to be enough.

-It won’t be…- Her mind whispered, almost like answering to her silent promise. Weirdly enough, the voice sounded so much like yours that she couldn’t help but feel like she was making a mistake. Still, it felt like it was too late to change her mind now. She was going to marry Edward, and with that, she would turn into a vampire, like she was always meant to be. She was sure that with time, everything would fall into place. The doubt was, where would she fit in the whole picture once that happened?

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know you don't want it any other way

I love you so much that I hate you right now

It's so hard to blame you cause you're so damn beautiful

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for taking so long. Here's the update, hope you like it.

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Can I request rivalry between Marcus and Baird? With wingman ( platonic yandere Cole and Dom)

Man... I love Delta Squad.

This is me spilling thoughts based on the Anon messages before. If you want their singular yandere types please look at the concept below. I wanted this to be longer but I decided to primarily just focus on the wingman idea.

Using behavior from here

Yandere! Marcus vs Baird (+ wingmen Cole and Dom)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry (Marcus+Baird)/Platonic (Dom+Cole to Marcus+Baird)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Mature language/Swearing, Obsession, Manipulation, Jealousy, Stalking, Coercion, Slight abuse of power, Violence, Mentioned murder, Secret recording, Isolation mention, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship.

This is probably one of my favorite Gears yandere ideas.

You're a member of Delta Squad who just so happens to gain the attention of two of its members, Marcus and Baird.

Marcus and Baird alone are intimidating and sometimes... well... assholes.

Marcus is hard to read, gruff, apathetic, and seems like he hates you.

He doesn't, he's just not used to being so close to anyone except Anya.

Then there's Baird, an arrogant and antisocial man who appears upset at everyone and everything.

He struggles to connect with others as he seems so hard to get along with.

Marcus and Baird are known for fighting at times, especially in Gears 1-2.

These two fighting certainly puts you off.

Even more so later on when the topic tends to revolve around you.

To quote my previous concept for these two;

"Marcus is a stern protective yandere who is hard to read. Not only that but he often gets help from Dom if there is some issues between you and him."

"Baird can be a yandere who seems to hate you at first to hide his obsession. In reality he struggles with his obsessive tendencies towards you to the point he can't take it anymore and takes control of the situation."

These two often come off strong and intimidating to their darling if you are a new Delta recruit.

Which is why they have Dom and Cole respectively to help them.

The two are way more friendly compared to their respective best friends.

Cole is incredibly charismatic and easy to get along with, unlike Baird who struggles with the whole people thing.

Meanwhile Dom is softer and more open/caring than Marcus who is more closed off.

They are their best friend's opposites.

Which would make them wingmen to their friends since they seem to enjoy you.

You could make the argument that these two would be "platonic yanderes", trying to help their respective friend get with the new recruit they got.

They'd be willing to do whatever they can to help Marcus and Baird obtain your favor.

How this rivalry would primarily go is either Dom/Cole tries to warm up to you first.

Once you trust one or both of them, they'll introduce you to Marcus/Baird.

Dom tries to ease you into trusting Marcus.

He's soft and tells you Marcus means well.

You still struggle to stay around Marcus but Dom is adamant that he cares about you.

Dom may even encourage Marcus to be a bit more open.

Just small things at first... like praising verbally or even small pats on the back.

Considering Dom has a wife back at home and Marcus was with Anya for a few years in this, the two would have some knowledge in the subject of courting you.

Dom promises Marcus will be perfect for you.

Plus, maybe with Dom helping, Marcus will try to be more straightforward with his feelings towards you.

Then there's Cole helping Baird.

Cole is very easy to get along with so warming up to him is easy.

It's when he tries to get you close to Baird that there's struggle.

Baird tries his best to play nice as Cole is acting as a bridge between you.

Cole is being kind to try and win him over this recruit he likes so he'll comply.

Plus internally Baird is excited because you and Cole are the only people he likes to be around.

It's hard as sometimes you frustrate Baird when you still distrust him.

But hopefully Cole can smooth things over enough to finally make you Baird's.

While Marcus and Baird get into arguments about you, Dom and Cole occasionally get tense around each other as they both know what they're doing.

They won't hurt one another but they may also argue.

Cole no doubt knows about Baird's tendency to stalk you through JACK.

As a result he simply helps hide all the folders Baird has of you.

Meanwhile Dom is aware Marcus gets aggressive when your life is threatened or he's jealous.

Which means he'll help hide any evidence of possible murder in the future for his friend.

Dom and Cole are certainly enablers for their yandere friends.

They support their actions and coerce you into getting with one of them.

Ironically, this scares you more than before they got involved.

Marcus comes off as scary yet he tries his best around you to be softer.

In truth he's unsure on how to properly connect with you, even with Dom's help.

But over time it gets to him holding you close and muttering about how much you mean to him in your ear.

Baird's personality is rather volatile but he tries to cool it for you via Cole's advice.

When not being... him, Baird expresses a softer side to you.

He isn't heartless even if he tries to antagonize Marcus to have you.

He is capable of being caring, giving gifts to try and win you over.

Once he has you... he dreams of you and him in a lab, in total isolation, away from everything and everyone.

Then it'll be just you and him.

Marcus and Baird often try to antagonize each other into doing something to scare you while also appealing to you.

That way you'll have to side with one of them.

They are often petty with one another.

However their fights can escalate into physical ones, which often results in Dom and Cole pulling them apart.

They're still a team.

It doesn't matter if you manage to side with one side or not.

The other will still be unhappy and things may even get worse.

If anything, it's best you swap teams to keep things at bay.

Even then there's certainly aftermath.

Truthfully, your fate was most likely decided once you joined the team.

Leaving now may just cause problems...

But staying may not change anything either.

Perhaps you were stuck here ever since you joined and they laid eyes on you.

#yandere gears of war #yandere gears #yandere delta squad #yandere marcus fenix #yandere dominic santiago #yandere damon baird #yandere augustus cole

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thegaycat · 1 year

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young royals season 3 wishlist <3

bc i am too excited for s3 and need to collect my thoughts 🥞 ok some of the thoughts are not mine but i agreed and put them on my list anyway :)

and also i 100% wander off topic but its okay ive decided. okay lets go

wille peeling an orange for simon while studying (@littlebabywille said it first)

wille listening to simon singing and playing to the piano (like marcus did in s2ep1 except with consent bc sneaking up on people in their own room is not cool esp if you dont even know them <3<3) (@irenes-diary said that first)

simon singing and wille playing the piano 👀 (@rndm-fandoms)

a third ELIAS song, maybe about true love or something

on the topic of true love, wilmon endgame please??? that will happen right?? she wont keep them apart? if wilmon is not endgame it better still be a happy ending

seeing studenten, august and nils and vincent and the third years graduating epic hillerska style

the queen getting a better understanding of simon and wilhelms relationship

scenes with her and simon, maybe awkward but with possibility of a better relationship in the future??

kristina trying to be a better mom

simon allowing himself to be vunerable and sadfeely, and letting wille comfort him

more rosh and ayub bc i love them <3<3

some erik processing maybe .....

a glimpse of how felice and her mother's relationship is going, how is she taking it that felice is rebelling against her

i wanna know what happened to russeau!! like does august sell it back somehow? does he keep it at Årnäs or maybe at the Hillerska stables? does Sara accept it? bc it is still her horse like emotionally? she must realise that even tho its a (kinda desperate) gift from august the horse will have the best life with her at Hillerska

okay another yr3 wish is for fredrika to realise that stella is in love with her and maybe also realise that it is mutual??? lesbians yes please :)

also more henry development and also him being funny. maybe some more walty crumbs too

summer fits :)

vincent being an asshole because it is so fucking funny like the way he says things <3 he's a bully but its funny it. hes so tired of the rowing team being incompetent. <3

Also someone mentioned his necklace and i dont realistically think we will get a background for that but the little sister hc is very cute and i like it

more of these new queer side characters being queer bc casual representation is always good and nice and makes little bi me very happy

also on the topic of bi, wilhelm remaining unlabelled because i think he is, and also it is so important to show that it is okay to be unlabelled <3 :)

also the choir singing in church again

and wille listening happily and also staring at simon as usual

ooh maybe the spotify extra verse of simons song is written in season 3 👀

i am worried about the police and drugs and sara and the video buttttt maybe all this could bring back micke and also we can see more of the erikson family

how the hell are simon and sara going to live in the same house

linda being a good mom and wille and simon hanging out with her maybe like in s1e6 playing games or just eating dinner or something

just .. wille in simons home

and simon in willes home <3<3

rowing on the actual lake and someone falling into the water bc that would be very funny and i need that actually

some sort of end to august like maybe therapy or jail

most of all i just want simon and wilhelm to actually be a couple and go trough all the shit coming their way together

#i love this series sm #goodnight #young royals #young royals season three #omar rudberg #edvin ryding #wilmon #yr s3 wishlist #yr s3 #young royals netflix #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #simon x wilhelm #elias #felice young royals #henry young royals #rosh young royals #ayub young royals #vincent young royals

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diningwiththeasquiths · 4 months

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Jaccard - Part Two

Ended up writing more for this fic. Part One can be read here. 660 words of Carmy dealing with the fact he hired down-on-his-luck NYC Chef to come work for him at The Bear in a moment of madness. Still genfic at the moment, but feel free to squint and imagine whatever ship you like. :)

Instead of sleeping, Carmen fends off panic attack after panic attack throughout the night. Somewhere around 4 AM he starts wondering if his mind made it all up somehow, and Chef Frederick is still a safe 712 miles away from him in New York City.

At least he doesn’t throw up when he gets up in the morning, that’s something right?

He blinks when Frederick actually shows up, right on time and dour as ever. Okay, so not a figment of his imagination. Especially since everyone else can see him too. He introduces Frederick as the freshly hired Chef de Partie and tries not to cringe when offhandedly mentioning they’ve worked together before, but nobody asks any questions. In fact, everyone seems relieved the position got filled, and after saying hi to Frederick they move on to the order of the day.

He’s giving Frederick a quick tour of the place—fighting the urge to wipe the nervous sweat from his forehead—when Sydney asks if they can talk. Nodding, he wraps up the tour and asks Marcus if he can grab Frederick his uniform, distracted by the dread in his stomach about what exactly it is Sydney wants to talk to him about. It sounded serious.

“Hey,” she greets him, when he finds her in the pantry. “So, congrats on the new hire. Really cool that you came to me first, to discuss that, that was really nice of you.”

Shit. Another fuck-up in a long line of fuck-ups when it comes to being a good business partner to Syd.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

He means it, but damn if it doesn’t feel like a weak apology. He absolutely owes her the whole explanation. Even if he’s actually not that sure what the fuck happened.

“Look, he was Head Chef at the restaurant I worked at back in New York. I don’t know why I hired him yesterday, the guy made my life a living hell. I mean he really pushed me, but I think he definitely went too far, you know. But now he’s like, financially ruined or something. Something to do with coke, I don’t know. He says he’s clean now, so. Anyway, do you need me to fire him?”

Syd’s been staring at him during his rambling account of why certain things happened the way they did, looking increasingly less pissed and more concerned.

“We don’t have to get rid of him, I don't think we should, not without good reason. We really need a new Chef. But, a heads-up would’ve been nice, that’s all I’m saying. You've gotta include me in things like that, please. Even if it’s just calling to say you panicked and hired some asshole because you’re too good for this world, okay?”

His mouth twitches into a grateful smile. “Heard, Chef.”

When he steps back into the kitchen, Frederick is getting acquainted with his responsibilities while Tina keeps a watchful eye. Carmen’s obviously not worried about Frederick’s abilities, except for his ability to follow orders instead of barking them at others. The queasy feeling in his stomach returns.

Richie and Fak walking past is a nice distraction, their loud arguing so nice and normal that it’s soothing to Carmen. He isn’t even hearing the words of their argument, just lets the heated dispute wash over him while he goes over the preparations for tonight.

They’re so invested in their petty disagreement that they aren’t paying attention to where they’re going; Richie especially seems to have forgotten all kitchen etiquette. Carmen watches them from the corner of his eye and catches Richie almost bumping into Frederick.

“Watch it, Beanstalk,” Richie says. He doesn’t miss a beat, barely glancing at the new hire as he continues argueing with Fak, the two of them making their way to the backdoor.

Tina shakes her head, muttering something to herself in Spanish. Only Carmen sees the way Frederick’s eyes narrow behind his glasses.

Fuck. That better not become yet another problem.

Part Three can be found here.

#dining writes #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #NYC chef #new york chef #sydney adamu #syd adamu #tina marrero #richard jerimovich #richie jerimovich

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geminigengar · 2 years

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Meet the Brady Bunch

various hargreeves x black!reader, jayme hargreeves x reader if you squint

your first impression of the sparrow academy is a little different from the rest of your siblings.

warnings: mild canon typical violence, mildly nsfw language

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you turned, taking in what should be your living room. something was off. you weren't sure what but you always trusted your instincts. it wasn't until you saw it that you slapped diego's arm to get his attention.

a portrait was hung in the place of what was once five's. instead a picture of a handsome man with dark hair and a scowl took its place.

diego didn't have time to take it in before your siblings whipped around at the sound of a new voice speaking.

"dad, who the hell are these assholes?"

you sighed and took your time turning to face them. hauling ass from a literal war in the middle of the segregation era to the 21st century in under ten minutes makes one a little tired. just a little bit.

you weren't sure what you were anticipating when being faced with the strained voice that was barking at your family but it surely wasn't... just some guy.

"ben? is that really you?" luther asked.

you blinked once. twice.

"OH YO?"

you hadn't meant to yell when you pointed at him, snapping your fingers. if anyone asked you'd blame your outburst on your exhaustion and also the fact this guy was supposed to be dead.

you looked to klaus, "that's benny-eny-eny? benny with the-?" you poked your stomach.

your brother nodded to you laughing at your antics. "oh yeah! you never met did you?"

you shook your heard. by the time you discovered that there were others like you and managed to track some of them down the ben from your timeline had been long dead for several years. "shorter than i thought he would be."

you've only ever felt ben's presence after he was deceased. you'd never even seen a picture of the man. you didn't picture him being as angry as the now fuming man across from you. you could practically see the smoke blowing out his ears.

"i am NOT short."

klaus waved him off, ignoring his comment like he growing more agitated by the second, "benny bob," klaus said before waving back to you "y/n/n, our long lost sibling."

the tense silence that followed was unbearable, nearly suffocating all the hargreeves.

except to you. while normally you were great at reading the room but you might have brain damage at the moment. so you, complete oblivious and awkward, raised a hand and waved. "hows it goin?"

you checked out of most of the conversation onward until you caught the eye of the man who you gathered was their number one. he was tall, stupidly muscular, and very hot. marcus, you caught his name, seemed nicer than not-your-brother ben. you sniffed, realising you'd been starring. slightly embarrassed, you nodded to him like you were the only two black folk in a walmart parking lot. which was close enough to your current predicament being most of your combined siblings were light bright and white. he did nod back though, which you took as a good sign.

you scanned the rest of the sparrows, still not paying attention to the conversation, not that you usually did. you'd become somewhat of an expert at tuning out your siblings whenever they spoke.

behind ben you spotted a bored looking girl who looked like she visibly dripped sarcasm. you watched her spit on diego from across the room; which you found hotter than you'd like to admit, almost jealous as you watched diego wipe the black liquid off his face. you vaguely wondered what else her mouth was capable of before dragging your mind out of the gutter and moving on.

sizing up the very tall, very much melting? man next to her, you decided some questions were better left unasked.

spotting another person behind their number one you nodded again, wanting to let them know you weren't on with your hot-headed siblings antics. receiving no except an eyebrow raise, you almost huffed before squinting.

oh wait shit, they're blind.

you winced, feeling like a dickhead. yeah, you definitely had brain damage.

you took in the last woman that you honestly didn't wanna deal with. she looked like every annoyingly perky and optimistic white woman you've ever met. maybe a little dumber. actually, you thought, she vaguely reminded you of a female luther. the thought was what made you realise the doe eyes she was throwing in said brothers direction and you groaned.

your eyes flicked up above her head to the silver, levitating cube thing that was apparently their sibling. you were too tired to do the math on how it was a human. it's poor mom pushing out all those corners and 90° angles. you did wonder though- what were the odds. couldn't hurt right?

you nodded again. your eyes widened as the box tilted down and back in what you assumed was the cubic equivalent of a nod.

huh.

you heard a smack and tore your eyes from the shiny entity to see klaus flying over the table and falling back onto the couch.

"hey! you really didn't have to do that!"

"yeah, i really did!"

you covered your mouth but it was too late as you snorted before you could stop yourself. allison smacked your arm when viktor turned to you wide eyed. you turned away from them, trying to stifle your laugh and allison shoved you. "mans flew like a ragdoll-" you said snickering into your palm.

"feeling the love dear sister" klaus spoke up from the couch.

"sorry."

"no you're not,"

"im really not," you giggled, apparently the only one finding humour in all this.

after that, faster than you could register, every sibling started fighting; most of them pairing off, heading out around the house to settle their beef.

the girl with the long dark hair stepped toward you menacingly, which under any other circumstance you would've found incredibly sexy - and to be honest, you did feel your cheeks heat up at the sight - but you knew she was definitely about to beat your ass.

"aht aht! hold on now, i don't wanna fight you!"

"aww," she fake pouted "did you wanna be best friends?" she asked sarcastically.

god why was women bullying you so hot? you made a mental note to find a therapist in the current timeline after this.

"no, the fuck? we just fought a literal war with like a million furries with guns." she furrowed her eyebrows at you, very confused. you shrugged, "plus, i just got my hair done."

she scoffed before stalking towards you again.

okay clearly the other two, potentially three including the cube, black folk in this house didn't fill their siblings in on exactly how important your hair was to yall but that was a conversation for another time. you were not about to go get your tracks yanked like this; at least not outside of the bedroom.

you sent up a prayer for allison's wig.

you ran backwards, dodging and side stepping around the living room, making sure to keep pillars and furniture between you two. you grabbed a picture off of the mantle - ironically of her - to block the weird sticky, black, venom this woman kept hurling at you.

"dude c'mon!" all you wanted was a shower, a good meal, and a nap. "i'm a pacifist! i don't even know how to fight!" a lie. while you did hate fighting you could definitely handle yourself. you're just too lazy to do so.

"sounds like a you problem."

you threw the picture at her which caught easily. it bought you enough time to leap across the overturned couch and sprint through hallway out the door.

did you feel bad leaving your siblings to fight your alternative universe evil kind of dopplegangers?

nah.

you jogged a few blocks before slowing to an exhausted walk. milling about you spotted a few food trucks in the distance.

your siblings all in various states of injury, found you several minutes later, sitting cross legged on a bench finishing the last of your burrito bowl.

#jayme hargreeves x reader #marcus hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #hargreeves x reader #poly hargreeves x reader #tua imagines #umbrella academy imagines #sparrow academy imagines #my own writing

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 1 year

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Seven snippets

@winterandwords tagged me to share seven snippets from my writing. Thank you!!

I edited 3 chapters today, and am up to a little over 30k that's done. YAY! only like... 90k to go 😂😅

This will be from *edited* chapters of Shattered Dreams to celebrate :) wip intro

“Fuck you. I hope this haunts you for the rest of your godsforsaken life,” Alaia said bitterly, shuffling aside when he reached for her arm. “Don’t fucking touch me, asshole. You’re no better than Jayce or Father, are you? It’s been an act this whole time.” Her breath hitched, her heart constricting.

“You look ridiculous when you do that,” Darian muttered. He didn’t bother to dispute his friend’s opinion as he resumed painting the tips of the silvery-gray feathers on his seraphine wings.

Kadin wouldn’t have listened anyway, and likely would’ve come up with more flowery ways to describe him. Darian didn’t feel like hearing about his luscious gold-dipped caramel skin and statuesque muscled physique again anytime this decade. Wishful thinking, he knew–the last twenty-five years had taught him that much.

Staring at the ceiling, Serin asked, “What’s your name?”

He didn’t want to know. One question invited others, and before you knew it, your life was spread out on the table like a buffet. Except no one wanted to eat at his table. And he certainly didn’t want an invite to hers.

It tilted its wedge-shaped head, assessing first her and then her surroundings. *Your living quarters are… interesting.* Its tone spoke of uncertainty as the edges of its body began to waver. *No matter. You call to me. We will bond. I will help guide you, and you will help teach me. Goodbye, for now.*

“Wait!” Alaia cried out, finally able to force another word besides ‘what’ from her mouth, despite the whirlwind the creature’s message had left in her mind.

Serin caught himself looking forward to her monologues and pulled back once again.

Then, as she grew more comfortable around him, apparently assured he wasn’t going to harm her, she began to find excuses to touch him. She’d lean into his shoulder while they sat on the cot together, brushing her hand against his knee. Her fingers had been gentle as she’d combed out the knots in his hair.

He still didn’t know why he had allowed her to do that. A moment of weakness, he supposed.

“What you said was fucked up, but I know you didn’t mean it. And I…” Too close, she’d gotten too close. So he had allowed anger and shame to cleave through her fragile trust. To shove her away. “I baited you. Alaia, I’m sorry.”

Still nothing. Shit, had she gone back to sleep?

“I wasn’t pretending,” he whispered, feeling the truth of the words worm into his heart.

“Noooo,” she moaned, clutching the blanket around her as best she could with bandaged mitts for hands. “My fault, I shouldn’t… you said, you told me.” She hunched over her knees, ignoring the burn of the knife wounds crossing her chest.

It was all her fault. Always her fault. Her skin crawled, and she half-wished Marcus had just cut it off.

I'm gonna no-pressure tag @i-can-even-burn-salad, @whumping-in-the-wings, and leave an Open Tag <33

#psps i can assure you that you don't wish that alaia 😅#go visit resh in ch 9 of hidden depths if you don't believe me *snickers*#starlit plays tag games #seven snippets #my brain is dead #i wanted to start another chapter but i don't think i have it in me lol #think i'll finish the book i'm reading instead

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billfarrah · 1 year

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I think it's very unfair to say that Omar and Tommy didn't have chemistry. They had a chemistry of a different type- they portrayed a forced relationship that was doomed because Simon and Marcus were never on the same page. (It reminds me of the relationship between August and Felice, btw, with th exception that August never had genuine feelings for Felice either).

The peak of Simon and Marcus' so called romantic chemistry happened during their meet cute, when Simon was intrigued and flattered when someone approached him not as 'the kid from that vid' but because of his talent and his beauty. He smiled shyly and was glad to have this new acquaintance. But not enough to add him on Insta immediately. And then he met the love of his (not so long) life and it was hard and painful to see him acting like nothing wrong had happened between them. I think the most painful thing was that Wille didn't realise how much he had hurt him, and that was why Simon felt he had to move on not be hurt further.

As I said, Simon and Marcus' relationship didn't form naturally. It was forced. Simon added Marcus on Insta only because he needed a ride, he even sat at the back, because it was only a ride for him. He went to meet Marcus at karaoke because his friends said it would help him to ease the pain and overcome his feelings, for the same reason he went to his apartment for 'Netflix and chill' and he didn't leave him because Marcus convinced him not to, and so on, and so forth. Simon thought being with this person was a RATIONAL and RIGHT thing to do, not because he really wanted to. Their interactions were meant to seem WRONG, DRY and NOT IT because that's what they were for Simon. Only Wille, blind from jealousy, and Marcus, unable to read the room and get hints, could see it as smth romantic.

And that is why we cry seeing Simon and Wille finally kissing at the ball, because though it happens behind another person's back it finally FEELS right.

I agree. They didn’t really get the chance to have good chemistry because they were doomed to fail from the start. Neither of them were in the relationship for the right reason. All of their interactions were a direct response to Simon being hurt by Wille or angry at him. At the beginning of the season especially Wille was behaving very selfishly and not really acknowledging how much he hurt Simon, which ended up hurting Simon even more. @littlebabywille made an excellent post detailing that every one of Marcus and Simon’s interactions is a direct response to something happening between Wille and Simon. They didn’t really have a chance to have great chemistry. Maybe if Simon wasn’t so hung up on Wille and Marcus didn’t choose to be a manipulative asshole, things could’ve worked out.

There were definitely vibes between them in the first meeting scene and the karaoke scene, but it quickly goes downhill when Simon comes to Marcus’ house and we see he’s clearly trying to recreate what he experienced with Wille and it just doesn’t work.

#young royals #ask

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sakebytheriver · 11 months

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So I'm writing an Alternate Universe H-money fic and the relationship I'm building for Trevor and Sas is prolly my fave part of it so far 😭😭😭

Like please read this little excerpt and join me in a different world of my own design for a moment 💕

Sas.

Sas was his best friend of all time, you wouldn’t know it if you ever saw the two of them together, you would probably think they just met that second, but they’d known each other since they were in diapers. Trevor’s mom took him to the same daycare that Sas’ dad found for him, and the two of them bonded over blocks and picture books. Even as they got older and found different interests, Trevor preferred action movies while Sas preferred foreign flics, Trevor read mostly biographies and detective novels and Sas would read anything except James Patterson, Sas drank wine, Trevor drank whiskey so on and so forth, the two of them never stopped being best friends. Mostly because when they grew up and both started to look at the girls around them and both got stupid about the ones they liked the most, they soon realized they were both hopeless romantics who would definitely have to help slap each other out of it when they got too stupid. So Trevor gave Sas the creepy nice guy talk when he was going after Shiki and Sas gave Trevor the douchey fratbro talk when he was with Bela and they both got mad at each other and cursed the other out and didn’t call for a few days until they texted “you were right. sorry” and they got drinks right after.

Sas was never the guy Trevor went to first, but he was always the guy Trevor went to eventually. He remembered the biggest fight the two of them ever got into, when he’d just gotten into his frat and invited Sas to come hang with the guys for a night of underage drinking and stupid college boy shenanigans. The night went fine enough, even if Sas was quieter than he usually was around Trevor, but he figured it was just because of all the new people Sas didn’t know hanging around making him extra shy. They drank, they did bad karaoke, they did stupid stunts off the frathouse balcony into the pool, and the next day when he wasn’t hungover anymore Sas told him he never wanted to hangout with those guys ever again and Trevor just did not understand why. Sas had tried to drop the subject, but Trevor had pushed him until he’d blurted out that he thought all of Trevor’s new friends were assholes who didn’t deserve him and that he never should have joined a frat in the first place. That had been a really bad day for their friendship. In fact, it had almost been the end of their friendship, Trevor blocked Sas’ number for a full three weeks and wouldn’t even listen to his own brother when he told him he was being a dumbass. Then his fraternity brothers had left him hung out to dry without a second thought and suddenly Trevor saw all the little things he’d been ignoring all that time that Sas only had to spend one night with them to figure out and Trevor felt like the biggest idiot of all time. The sound of the phone ringing as he waited for Sas to pick up when he finally called him felt like the most judgemental sound in the world. Sas had barely said anything before Trevor had blurted out an apology. Then Sas just sighed and gave him the name of a bar and a time to meet him. They closed down the bar that night just talking for hours about everything and anything that came to mind and they agreed right then and there that anytime they needed one another they’d just send a beer emoji and a time and they’d go to this bar no questions asked.

So now, that’s where Trevor was, sitting behind the bartop with his clean cut suit from Neiman Marcus with Sas in one of the t-shirts decorated with Lenape art and poetry he sells on Etsy, peeling the label off his beer bottle nervously trying to decide if he should say why he’d brought his best friend here or if he should make up a different story.

#ignore me #h-money #ghosts cbs #fanfiction #fanfic #sasappis #trevor lefkowitz #trevor hetty #trevor x hetty #tretty

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and-so-he-rambled · 2 years

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Excerpt from my mess of an Au Mighty Marcus

(Context: Marcus was found in the rubble and taken to Mighty Med. The staff are welcoming and Oliver and Kaz take him under their wings. They are largely unaware of Marcus’s backstory aside from a barebones idea of an evil guy making him. Henry Tidwell (Titanio) the resident tech genius takes on a mentor roll. He knows where Marcus came from because of his circuitry, but doesn’t care. Marcus works in the tech sector of Mighty Med while trying to figure out his place.)

“I’m not meant for this world.” It was such a dramatic statement, but a true one. Marcus didn’t belong in any world, not even the one he’d been created for. He didn’t belong among the ‘normos’ or the supers, he was an outlier.

Henry sighed, looking at him from across the wrought iron table that was slightly off balance. The pizza place wasn’t high end or fancy, a hole in the wall joint that smelled like spice and pasta sauce and played Italian music softly from a record player. It wasn’t the kind of place a man like Henry fit in at with his tailored suit, but at the same time was a place so like him. Marcus was learning that people were deeper than he thought. Henry said it was his ai learning, he was pretty sure he was just finally seeing the real world.

“Have you ever read my comics?” He asked through a bite of greasy cheese pizza. Marcus had, back what he was archiving, but he hadn’t actually processed any information.

“Well, I never fit in either, too smart for my own good and a bit of an asshole. I refused my fathers company to fly planes, and I was damned good. Up until I got myself stranded in the outer atmosphere and realized nobody would be coming to get me.” Henry sighed, looked haggard at the memory. He’d never seen Henry look remorseful for anything, it didn’t seem in his character.

“How did you get out?” Marcus had a theory, he was a genius after all, but humans were surprising creatures.

“I nearly died, but somewhere in that desperation I remembered that I was good for something, and that was building. I made a suit, a modified space suit of scraps and canabalized ship, and I look a leap of faith.”

Marcus leaned in, invested.

“I survived, obviously, but that suit was a peice of junk.” He laughed, even as he unbuttoned his dress shirt to pull back and show his shoulder. There was a seam, jarring an imperfect, just below his shoulder joint. “I had a rough landing.”

“Is that..?” Marcus scanned it, seeing cybernetics under synthetic skin. Henry was like him, if only just.

“Yep! Made it myself, except for the skin, never could figure out skin. So I got home, and nobody had realized I had truly gone missing for that month. I took the company back and tried to cope.” There was a shine in his eye, one of pure mischief. “And then I realized I could make a difference. I rebuilt my suit and became Titanio. With no idea of a superhero world or the fact comics were already being printed, I became a hero. Most supers hated me, a normo wearing a suit and fighting their battles. Some still do.”

Marcus had noticed that, how even some superheroes gave Oliver and Kaz the cold shoulder for being humans in the realm of gods. He thought it was stupid. Humans may be weak and inferior, but Kaz and Oliver, and Henry it seemed, had proven themselves. They were more heroic than his pathetic siblings.

“What did you do about it?” Marcus would have made them suffer to prove his worth, but Henry set down his pizza and fixed him with a stare that felt piercing down to the microchip.

“I proved them wrong, became the best I could. I turned a failing company into a tech giant, saved every penny I had and put it into my company and my suit. I was supposed to just be some human engineer meant to die in space.” Henry winked, returning his focus to his pizza like he hadn’t already packed away several pieces.

Marcus knew what he was implying. He hadn’t been built to last, a pet project instead of a son. His birthright was to die.

“I’m not hero material.” He wasn’t, he really wasn’t. He’d been created for destruction, and he’d always destroy what he touched. This peace had to be temporary. He’d met real heroes, seen them risk everything to save people Marcus didn’t see as worthy of saving. He couldn’t become that.

“Then don’t be. Be something else, you have quite the brain, kid. Save people in your own way. Also drink your water slower, refills cost money.” Always a penny pincher, even in his heartfelt moments. Marcus couldn’t help a laugh, a noice that startled him. Laughter was such a new experience, so far from the maniacal cackling he was used to. It felt nice, warm.

“Can we go to the company after?” His eyes shined at the prospect of poking around in Henry’s lab, a place he was becoming familiar with. It was so much more advanced than his area at Mighty Med! Maybe he could bully Tidwell Tech into donating equipment, god knows they needed it after last weeks budget cuts.

Henry smiled, a genuine fondness that confused Marcus as much as it pleased him. He was wary of anyone trying to fill the void Douglas left, but the new men in his life were weird. Horace with his distant caring and occasional attaboys that reminded him of his dad, but a real excitement for his hobbies that Douglas never had. Henry, so much like his father but also very different, who never tried to be a parental force and considered him an equal, a person.

“Sure kid. I need your help tweaking his gauntlets, they’ve been off since that battle with Soul Slayer last week, I think he knocked something loose.” He’d also fractured Henry’s wrist but the human never seemed to dwell on injury.

It was such a show of weakness, or, what did Oliver call it? Good faith? An offer to work on the man’s prized possession, the thing that made him a hero.

Marcus wouldn’t disappoint him. He still wasn’t a hero, or even a good person, but he wouldn’t betray Henry’s trust unless he was given a reason to. Mighty Med was a Eden, he wouldn’t be the snake that destroyed it.

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years

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I have a rant. It's a happy one but a rant nonetheless.

You might be wondering "Oh what does Messenger have to rant about now?" Or you don't care. Either one.

Well I'll fucking tell you

The motherfucking pizza Guy. I'm not talking about real life. Nah nah nah nah. I'm still talking about Redacted. Specifically Redacted Guy. When I tell you this man makes me GRIN. I'm usually pretty good at keeping a straight face when I'm listening to audios. But in the first 30 seconds of his videos he has me struggling not to laugh or smile. He's goddamn hilarious. And I love how much of a menace he is. Although I would be kicking his ass out of bed if he decided to try to help me to "relax". He loves Honey so fucking much it's adorable. I only feel somewhat lonely listening to the other audios, but when I tell you this man makes me want to forget about my last relationship and try dating again, I fucking mean it. Where can I find a boyfriend like Guy? Likes seriously, if someone knows hmtfu. And before someone says a pizzeria, it has to be Max's rustic pizzeria and wings or whatever it's called. I'm not gonna walk into little Caesars or some shit.

I love all the characters for different reasons and I could make a list of why I simp for them. (Except Marcus, fuck u. Only ur academic intelligence is attractive. ... I lied I'm a simp) but I cannot stress enough how much I FUCKING LOVE GUY! I literally would kick the shins of a guy I liked in school and be all mean because thats the way I express affection. (Bar previous relationship) Guy gets it. He knows that it's a love language and I'm not just being a bully and a genuine asshole.

Plus his voice is cute.

I like your funny words magic man

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted rant #rant #redacted guy #redacted honey #simping #i love him your honor

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masterthespianduchovny · 2 years

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I’m going to explain why I start twitching and break out in hives whenever someone floats that Sydney and Richie should hate fuck.

What I’ve discovered about myself this past year is I really don’t do the “guy is rude/an asshole/insults a specific woman and I must ship them together!!!”

This are my ships:

Mulder/Scully-The X-Files

Ginny/Mike- Pitch

Jane/Lisbon- The Mentalist

Ichabod/Abbie- Sleepy Hollow

Carmy/Sydney- The Bear

Rich/Michonne- The Walking Dead

Chuck/Sarah- Chuck

Ted/Rebecca- Ted Lasso

Will/Alicia- The Good Wife

If someone of you are familiar with a handful of these shows, you’ll recognize a trend here: these men worship the ground these women walk about. You will not disrespect these women, esp around them. They will either confront you, fight you, or both! (I’ll add some others I’m forgetting at the moment due to being sleep deprived.)

Women are often disrespected, esp black woken, as a joke everyday. And most of them aren’t joking. It’s delivered as one, but that person and their audience as serious.

I see the disrespect of (black) women tolerated and encouraged everyday, I don’t want to see that in my shows either. Even if it’s just a hook up.

The other part is: black women largely do not hate fuck white men. I’m not going to say never because there are exceptions to every rule.

Although I don’t expect the series to ever go here, Richie is so coded to casually say shit like, “ghetto black bitch” or maybe even “uppidy.” He resembles the white middle aged men and bros who swears they aren’t racist, but will be casually and outright racist at times and say, “if you don’t want to be treated like a ****** don’t act like a ******.” Or use the word liberally around his friends or certain circles.

Again, I don’t believe that is Richie, but his behavior is so similar to these guys that I can’t imagine Sydney would hate fuck a man like that. It would actually be upsetting for me. And this has nothing with me wanting her to be with Carmy, I’ve said early on after watching the show that I could see Syd x Marcus if they wanted to go there. This isn’t some shipper tearing down Richie’s character. I’m truly really disturbed with how he’s behaved toward Sydney and treated her at times.

I don’t believe they have sexual tension and I think it’s dangerous for some to believe (again, I said some) that characters who hate one another are secretly attracted to each other or will be. It’s why you have people who ship Maggie x Negan from the Walking Dead. Sometimes people hate someone for valid reasons and it doesn’t translate to fucking if they make amends.

Why does Richie hate Sydney?

She’s a scapegoat for him for useless and fear of being “pushed out” the beef, esp bc he knows he’s has nothing going on for himself. Then shows up this young and ambitious woman who is talented as fuck and won’t take his shit. He’s projecting all of his issues onto her.

Why does Sydney hate Richie?

When they first meet, he calls her sweetie (which is inappropriate), then while yelling at Carmy, calls her a broad. Is angry and belligerent when shopping for the caulk. Disrespects Carmy because of his culinary training. Mocks their passion and culinary training. Literally is aggressive and hostile with her (on two different occasions). Tina has to get him out of the kitchen because of how erratic he was acting. Constantly makes Sydney’s job difficult and refuses to listen to her. Blames her for shit that wasn’t her fault, and then gloats when she fucks up (after she covered his ass with the caulk too). Said she blow a critic for a good review and tried to sow discord between her and Carmy. And he loved gaslighting her, esp when she’s rightfully angry with her.

Sydney would have to have absolutely no sense of self worth or be at the lowest of low to fuck Richie. Because when in the fuck would she fuck a man who she doesn’t allow any form of disrespect or implied violence go unchecked touch her sexually? And that’s not including that a guy like that is someone who would read as racist to many black women.

And this is not to say some black women don’t see if for this hook up—some do! I’m not going to speak on that because that’s a nuanced situation as to how others explore fandom.

And this isn’t necessarily judging people who want it to happen. I just do not want that shit to be canon AT ALL. I would probably stop watching the show or consider it because of how upsetting it would be to me. If people want to write fanfic I’ll never read, but other would, be my guest. Go wild and crazy with it.

But I just cannot watch a character I adore, relate to at times, and who seemingly has a good sense of herself to not do some wild ass shit like that, that I’d stay around as she fucks a man who consistently disrespected and was hostile and aggressive with her.

The only couple I can think of that I shipped that were enemies to lovers were Kyle and Max from “Living Single.” And I think it was because they were equals—they were on the same playing field, but it stopped at barbs thrown at each other. He wasn’t in her face or making derogatory comments.

Sydney and Richie aren’t equals. She’s literally his boss and he can’t handle that (the point in me saying she’s his boss is to note that this aren’t two equals taking shots at each other.) And he’s also protected due to their precarious situation (aka bleeding money) and being Carmy’s “cousin.” Who knows how much she’s told and hasn’t told Carmy about his behavior, esp bc she’s used to dealing with everything herself. But again, there is still that race and gender element.

Like, if it’s all about fun and vibes for some, I get it if you ignore me. But the way I see black women treated in real life (dating wise and harassed by fans) and how fictional black women are treated, issa no from me, dawg.

I know enemy to lovers is a popular trope, it just isn’t something that hits for me when it comes to black and white relationships, esp if the woman is black. Esp when it piles on to the hate she already receives.

And, honestly, there’s no sexual tension between them. Some only think there is bc they hate each other and fans been conditioned to think that means there’s a sexual component there or will be.

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear on hulu #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich #like 99% of the couples I ship adore the fuck out of each other #this legitimately bothers me #some ppl want this to be canon bc… ‘chemistry’#this is part of what I meant when I said I’d fight for Sydney #Sydney…baby girl stand behind me #whether you end up with Carmy 😍 heart motherfucker personified #the puppy Marcus #or someone else #it will not be Richie!!!#and yes Sydney deserves romance as well #I want her to fuck someone who is into her not a man who demeaned her because he’s in his feelings

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every wednesday I remember about LBAF new chapter at 7pm when I am either neck deep in shit or about to take a nap and just stare into space for a while knowing I wont be able to liveblog

BUT IT IS FRIDAY AND IT IS 11 SOMETHING AND I AM VERY TIRED BUT I NEED TO DO THIS SO LET'S GO

okay but brain tired I dont remember anything from the prev chapter. Except Nico. That was something else

why is he stressed...what did I miss?

OMG YEAHHH THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY

omg chairman is DRESSED UP

So, here he was, wearing a white kurta with sequins and shit.

damn.

OH RIGHT THE KISS

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT LMAO

yeah secrets are not secrets in this household

Murder, arson, violence :)

Also, would I kill Marcus on site? Yes. Am I attracted to crazy smart assholes who would burn the world down and just intelligence in general? ...yes. I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF-

Not excusing the shit he did though of course not.

HE IS GETTING MARRIED YOU GUYS I CANNOT BELIEVE

He wondered if he should sit down and talk to bapak about it. Maybe he should check if bapak wasn’t having an immortality crisis while Max was growing up and Rafe was getting married.

omg...

also Lucifer and shadow demons are definitely coming up in this fic. And Nico saw some future glimpse about the LBs which is why he told magnus to take care of them or sum shit. Oh and the Logan (?) guy with mal is the warlock. Also poison theory confirmed! -Leftover thoughts from Tuesday

just kill her now and end it. sigh

Max ignored that. “First…I think she has feelings for me.”

Really Max? You think?

And then he thought, if anyone other than David kisses me ever again, I will set myself on fire.

Oh damn. OH DAMN

pull..?

I dont like this...

“I…I can’t live without him,” Max whispered.

SHUT THE FUCK UP LEAVE ME ALONE

this is sad. I shall now cry

is this foreshadowing? to there being a way for this?'

“If a solution doesn’t exist,” Max said. “Then I will create one myself.”

I...FUCK

ABIGAIL OMG SHE IS EATING GRASS

Abigail is literally the best character in here

New beginnings are so beautiful

Okay but I know we're all worried for the entire mavid drama rn but I am particularly worried about lexi and liv.

they cant communicate. That's it. It was an issue when they first got "together" and then when they finally actually got together and it has clearly not changed one bit. Right now it's about moving in together, what will it be next? I remember thinking it was a little funny in part 1 and 2 but it's just concerning now. How will they work in the long term like this? Relationships cannot be built on miscommunications.

Anyway.

Need to see jace and gabriel bonding please and thank you. Jace's fears are totally valid though but I feel like he needs to actually get to know Gabriel.

He knew Magnus was struggling with his immortality lately.

oh :(

GIGI SAID OKAY IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER

omg MALEC AS GRANDPARENTS HJSAUIDIUIJLF

I love diego and alec so much

He saw two girls running across Angel Square, holding hands and trading soft kisses. Unafraid. Unbothered.

Beautiful.

Alec did this <3

“It’s called sexual tension, dad, jeez,” Max had scoffed when Alec had voiced his surprise.

YES!

the blackouts...fuck

oh we had one yesterday! not a magical one but it was in the middle of my nap...

They had an alliance. They protected each other. They helped each other.T hey trusted each other.

I am so proud of him too <3

Would literally die for him

Why was everyone taking so long to get ready? How long did it take to put something on? Five minutes???

DUDE??? WHAT??

Whenever I have to get ready for something, I kick everyone (my brother) from my room and lock the door for a good hour or 2. We just hosted a dinner last week...HOW THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE YOU 5 MINUTES-

“I know she is safe with you. I know however much I love her; Rafael loves her twice as much. Maybe thrice. I have no doubt that he will be a good husband. But Anjali is not just gaining a husband. She is gaining a whole new family.” “And I will protect her as I protect the rest of them,” Alec promised. “That’s all I needed to know,” Diego let out a deep exhale.

Just...no words

no warlocks here...fuck

magnus? you good?

FUCKING WARLOCK MATH

but like...damn he can do math...damn...

me @ me:

10?? 15?? DUDE??

oh my god his OUTFIT I WILL DIE

oh my god they're wearing a lehnga...fuckkkkkkkk

uhhkdhdshjds women

FUCK FUCK FUCK THE OUTFITS I WILL DIE OMG DAVID SELENA AND LEXI FUCK

i will actually pass out they are all so hot

Selena chuckled, realizing that this meant David had probably tried to take selfies with Chopin before.

proof or it didn't happen

I NEED THE MEHNDI DESIGNS BTW

LMAO SOON??? MEHNDI??? HILARIOUS JOKE SELENA

Gabriel...OH MY GOD

sigh...jace be nice

oh yeah logan YOUNG. and they are TWINS

She thought of all the young warlocks in the blacked out cities. They must be terrified of not being able to access their magic. She hoped they felt safe enough to reach out to their institutes.

omg...

GABRIEL AND SELENA OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CUTE

the signal's been down for that long...?

fuck

also do not climb the twoers

FUCK

THE DEVICE

FUCK FUCK FUCK

I WILL KILL SOMEONE

“Anjali said the ceremony lasts past midnight,” Rafael informed. “So, you’re gonna stay put and play nice.”

Yeah! Welcome to a desi wedding, my loves <3

Today was about him. Him and his amor. Fuck everyone else.

HELL YEAH

his magic...the device

oh :( nooo that's so sad

they should be able to choose their own suggens properly

they're all so BEAUTIFUL

ABBY DO NOT EAT MEHNDI JHJDKFJD

What’s with all the gorgeous women today?

DUDE I KNOW RIGHT??

omg she's beautiful...

“Did you know that the colour of the mehndi has a deeper meaning?” Anjali’s mother asked him. “The darker it is, the happier your marriage will be.” “No pressure,” Rafael chuckled as he looked at Anjali. “Your hands better be red when you wash the mehndi off.”

THEM <333

She knew how to take his dreams and make them come true.

This!! oh my god this!!

I have a feeling something will go wrong

gun

ANJALI NO NO NO FUCK

ANJALI WHAT HAPPENED

I HAVE NO SCROLLED PAST THE FIRST "anjali"

I WILL DIE

OH MY GOD

DIEGO AND DIVYA

FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

nope nuh uh I am done goodbye

marcus. fucking marcus.

I...oh my fucking god...

THE MEMES IN THIS ONE KILLED ME.

ps - all of yall lusting after the white kurta has me cackling lol.

#lbaf

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