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aliaology · 6 months

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FRIENDS DONT

summary: it takes a night at home with your friends to realize you have feelings for your best friend, and hopefully you will find out if he reciprocates them.

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warning: just fluff lol maybe sum jealousy. the names lena, alisha, kaya and raine are used! if one of them is your name, change it as you please.

based on ‘friends dont’ by maddie and tae!

they dont cancel other plans. have conversations with nothing but their eyes. they dont hear each others names, and forget to concentrate. hits a nerve and lights you up like dynamite.

your friend scoffed, “there is no way you and quinn are just strictly best friends. no way.” she spoke.

you raised a brow as you leaned back onto your couch, the soft fabric rubbing slightly on your neck, sending chills down your spine. you look at all of your friends, seeing they all had agreed with her.

“lena, me and quinn are just friends. i mean come on, i’ve known him my entire life!” you spoke.

“babe, he cancels all of his plans just for you. literally he drops them.” alisha spoke. “remember when he had a date and left midway through because you told him you needed to talk to him after it?”

you sighed. “that was one time.”

“no, no it wasn’t.”

quinn picked his phone up, leaning against the bars counter, in the corner. a girl was all up on his side. “hello?” he spoke.

“quinny?” your voice broke through the phone. worry surged through the brunette. “are you busy?” you sniffled.

“no— no of course not, whats wrong?” he asked.

you let out a small sob, “he broke up with me.”

quinn’s jaw clenched. “ill be there soon.” he hung up the phone and walked away, immediately forgetting about the girl who clearly wanted to hook up.

his mind was on you and only you.

“that was one time and it wasn’t like he planned a date or anything. jesus.” you rolled your eyes.

“oh please— lets add how you two can so easily talk, but instead its with your eyes and not your words!”

you could admit that that was true. in every room, your gaze found quinn’s and it was almost as if you two knew what the other was thinking.

‘save me.’ ‘save you? save ME.’

no matter where you were, you and quinn were always linked in some sort of way.

you huffed and crossed your arms, “okay yeah, but we’ve known each other our entire lives, it’s normal!”

kaya looked at you with raised eyebrows. “so its normal to gaze into his eyes and forget the rest of the world around you..?”

“i do not do that!”

that hit a nerve.

friends dont call you in the middle of the night, couldn’t even tell you why, they just felt like saying ‘hi.’ friends dont stand around playing with their keys, finding reasons not to leave, tryin’ to hide the chemistry.

“there has to be something going on, girl. he literally will randomly call you in the middle of the night!” raine exclaimed.

“yeah— and he is currently doing it now.” alisha pointed at your phone.

your eyes widened and you grabbed your phone, quickly going to the kitchen. “hello?” you spoke into the phone.

“hi..” quinn said, softly.

“hey” you smile. “everything okay?” you asked.

quinn stumbled, head spinning as he heard your voice. he fumbled with his keys. “yeah yeah— sorry i uhm, i was gonna tell you something but it.. slipped.” he spoke, slowly.

lielielielielie

“its okay” you laugh slightly. “are you just getting home?” you ask.

he nods before remembering you couldn’t see him, “uh yeah— yeah. practice ran late today” he told. you could hear his keys jingle and then a door open.

“tired i assume?” you spoke.

he let out a breathy laugh. “a little.”

you smile. “ill let you go then, quinny. i think you need rest. ill call in the morning, okay?”

“okay” he spoke.

“bye quinn.”

“bye”

you walked back into the living room and sat down. “sorry” you smiled awkwardly.

“this is exactly what we mean, babe! plus he will stall for as long as he can just to stay here with you!” lena exclaimed.

drive a little too slow, take the long way home, get a little too close.

you yawned as quinn drove slowly through the rural side of michigan. his hand lied dangerously close to your thigh as his eyes focused on the road.

zach bryan softly played in the back as quinn took a small turn.

you looked over at him with furrowed brows. “where are we going?” you asked.

quinn stutters, “uhm— uh the uh— long way. i find it more pretty.” he got out.

you nodded and leaned against the center console. “better be pretty or you owe me, hughes” you grin.

they dont almost say ‘i love you’ when they’re downtown somewhere, just a little drunk. they dont talk about the future, and put each other in it. and get chills with every accidental touch.

“we can’t forget that one weekend when us girls went out” kaya stated.

raine groaned, “worst one of them all.”

you furrowed your brows. alisha looked at you, “do you not remember?” she asked.

you shook your head. lena sighs, “you got a little drunk, and called quinn, this was when we were all in the uber back. you called quinn to let him know you were on your way home because he asked you too.”

“you almost told him you loved him.” she finished.

you shrug, “i dont see the big deal, we say ‘love you’ all the time.

“babe, you almost said you were in love with him.” alisha clarified.

“then— all you did was tell us about how in the future, you only saw quinn. it was quinn this, quinn that.” raine explained.

“plus— we all see how you react when he touches you.” she added.

i keep telling myself this might be nothing, but one look in your eyes and god, there’s something. you can lie to me and say you dont..

there was no way. you let their words sink in. this was nothing, right? but then again, which pair of best friends acts like this? none of your girlfriends have mentioned stuff like this about their boy best friend.

imagining yourself with quinn was actively frequent and now you were starting to realize why.

“babes you can lie to us and say you dont love him, but honey we know you do.”

yeah, you do.

“i do. bu—but that doesn’t mean anything, guys. he has feelings too.”

then your phone went off.

‘can we meet in the morning?’

“i have a feeling he reciprocates them.”

lowkey love but lowkey HATE.

#quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #hockey #nhl imagine #vancover canucks #vancouver #nhl #nhl hockey

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pascalswift · 10 months

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VALUABLE LESSONS

DBF!JOEL x INNOCENT!FREADER

SUMMARY: Joel was honored to be your teacher of sorts, that being said…..he decided he found the perfect time for lesson number two.

WARNINGS: age gap, dark Joel, almost caught, oral (f receiving), very innocent and oblivious reader, Joel does like readers boobs, that’s all till lesson Numero three.

JOEL WAS FAIRLY HONORED THAT YOU HAD ASKED HIM OF ALL PEOPLE, to teach you such intimate things, to allow him to touch you in your most precious places. Out of all people you chose him! In Joel's mind he was helping you and teaching you so that way some douche like, Jason, couldn't take advantage of your innocence. He adored the way you blushed when you were around him and how you were still shy even after he had his fingers inside of you a mere few days ago.

You sat on your kitchen island in a black skirt that barley reached the middle of your thighs, and a summery white top- curtesy of Alisha who was honestly really sweet to you and decided she'd give you a mini makeover. It wasn't much but she did swap your shoes for a pair of wedges that matched your top and she did your hair. You were thankful she was sweet to you and hung out with you, however she did have to leave shortly after but she said she would swing around later to pick you up to go out later that night.

So for now you sat in the kitchen on the counter listening to the shouts of four men in the living room. Your dad, bill, frank, and Joel. Hopping off the counter you made your way to the freezer and searched for something simple, finding a pre made margarita you eyed it and picked up. Reaching up you grabbed a glass from the cabinet and opened the slushed packet and dumped half of it into the glass. Just as you reached over for a straw you felt someone slot behind you.

You jerked looking over your shoulder only to be met with the face of Joel miller who kissed your neck before pecking your lips. You hadn't heard him come in over the shouts of anger in the living room that was very close by. Turning around his hands slid to your waist and you shyly smiled at him as he hoisted you up placing you on the counter. The angle he had you at made it so if anyone would walk in they'd just see your back but Joel had full view of the entrance of the kitchen as he placed his hands on either side of you.

"I missed m'pretty girl" Joel mumbled as his head dipped into the curvature of your neck and he lightly but on it. Your hands rested at his sides holding onto his belt as he parted your legs and grabbed the back of your knees pulling you just to were your clothed center met his growing erection.A heavy sigh left your lips as you felt the light friction and Joel moved one of his hands to your thigh.

"Joel- my dads is in the next room!" You whispered to him as his lips trailed to the top of your chest and he grinned evilly up at you. "Then I guess you gotta be quiet hmm?" You furrowed your brows and he chuckled as he pulled your top down letting the plump flesh fall from your top, nipples hard and goosebumps rising on the smooth skin.

*I'm gonna teach you about using your mouth 'kay But you gotta be quiet sweetheart." Your eyes widened but you nodded as his hand slid up to your breast and he pinched your nipple making you whimper lightly. His head dipped down and you felt his mouth suck your nipple before he kissed over to the other repeating his actions. While you were distracted by his mouth on your skin he had flipped your skirt up running a thumb over your clit watching the way you sucked in a harsh breath.

He grasped the hem of your underwear and helped you slip them off pulling them down your legs and letting them hang off one foot after it got caught in the strap of your wedge. Slowly Joel got to his knees as you pushed your hair behind your ears peering down at him with flushed cheeks, lifting your legs over his shoulders your ankles crossed behind his back.

Joel placed open mouthed kisses leading up your legs blowing on your soaking cunt making you immediately grab his hair and he groaned at the feeling of you pulling harshly. He looked up at you placing a finger over his lips telling you to be quiet before he locked his arms under your legs keeping you in place.

Tentatively Joel licked a stripe up your folds until he reach you clit, his lips latched around it and he sucked hard. You grabbed on harder to his hair and your head fell backwards as you squirmed trying not to make noise but- god you had no idea this felt so good. Joel smirked against your soaked cunt as you felt you squirm and your hips attempted to rock against his tongue.

He watched as your other hand desperately clawed at the smooth counter and he grabbed it placing it in his hair. He actually moaned when your heels dig into his back at the same time you pulled his hair when he slipped his tongue directly in your tight hole. The vibration made you whimper out loud but thankfully your dad decided to shout at the tv at the same time.

Your senses were foggy but not foggy enough that you didn't hear footsteps coming your way.

Thankfully nobody would be able to see Joel since his head was buried between your legs but you pulled Joel's head back by his hair and looked down at him wide eyed. He was to busy though, he was eating you out like a man who hadn't eaten since the start of time. His stubble was covered in slick and your head tossed back as he slid his tongue in and out of you.

"Joel?! Man you alright?!"

It was your dad, and god it was such a lewd scene but the thought of someone walking in not seeing the man buried between your thighs made you teeter over to the edge and Joel grinned staring up at you as you whined at the loss of his mouth.

"Yeah! Just made myself a snack!" Joel called back before he retired to his space between your legs and continued to lick, kiss, and suck harshly all over your most intimate spot.

"Alright! Oh- frank did I tell you-“

His voice faded away and Joel peered up as you watching your chest heave and your head fall back as he knew you were about to tip over the edge.

"Joel-mgh.” His thumb came up rubbing tight circles on your clit. “S'alright baby cum on my tongue." Your visioned blanked and your thighs tighter around his head as you attempted to pull his face away from your overstimulation cunt.

He slowed down the circles on your clit letting you ride out the high until he stood up and kissed you hard making you taste yourself on his lips. You were better at keeping up this time and moaned into his mouth as he cleaned you up before cleaning himself up.

Joel helped you put your underwear on and helped you off the counter watching your legs shake for a second before you pulled your top up and fixed your skirt. Your cheeks were flushed and you had a mark turning purple on your neck and Joel tan a finger over it before grabbed your chin and kissed you."You" peck. "Did" peck. "Such a good job." The praise turned your cheeks red and he chuckled before you guys heard footsteps.

"Hey Joel- oh hey sweetie! Let me get a beer Joe!." Bill said and you grinned as you acted like you were digging for a snack.

"So how's college so far?"

THANKS FOR THE LOVE ON TEACH ME!!! I think this could be a mini series if you guys would like!!!

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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The HalfBreed - Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Prompt: a request from @alisha-jade

Warnings: smut, cheating (on Aslaug so is it really though), breeding kink, slight asphyxiation not much.

no beta again so spelling errors may occur feel free to message me if anything is too bad!

ENJOY!!

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You stared in fascination as your father brought Ragnar and his group into the castle. They were a brash bunch but you couldn’t help your fascination as they began shouting and laughing at the fear in the Christian’s eyes.

You peeked around the corner of the dining hall that was also the throne room. Suddenly your fathers eyes shot up to meet yours. He rolled his eyes and beckoned you out of hiding spot.

You strolled over to him with grace only a princess could hold. Your red dress swaying slightly as you came to a stop. All the mens eyes were on you and a few were making crude jokes clearly not realising you spoke their language.

“I think even in your villages it isn’t proper to talk about a princess like that. Am I wrong?” You spoke in there home tongue making them all pause even the beautiful blonde woman that was sat with them.

“You speak our language?” The blonde woman asked.

“That is what happens when your a halfbreed. Right Father?” You spat at his kingdoms most frequent words for you.

“Your part Viking?” Ragnar asked with an amused smile.

“Yes my mother was a shield maiden. My father took an interest on many years ago when she was washed up on our shores.” You answered honestly as your father smiled at the memory of your mother.

“I see.” The blonde woman chuckled as she watched Ragnar stare at you intently.

“So which gods or god do you believe in?” A wide eyed, slender man asked his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“I do not worship their false god if that is what you are asking.” You paused not knowing his name.

“Floki.” He stated his eyes still narrowed like he didn’t believe you.

“Hmm…You remind me of the god Loki.” You stated with a grin as his eyes widened.

“I think he is Loki.” Ragnar whispered making me giggle which seemed to make the older man happy.

“You must be Ragnar’s wife then. Lagertha?” You stated as you looked at the beautiful woman.

“Ex-Wife.” She scoffed making you catch the smile that made it’s way to your lips.

“I see. It doesn’t seem to matter where men are from. They are all brash and unfaithful bastards.” You snorted causing everyone to start laughing especially the shield maiden.

“I like her.” Lagertha gave a pointed look to Ragnar who rolled his eyes.

You nudged your father on his excessively large seat at the head of the table. He sighed but moved up so you could sit down next to him.

You gave him a sweet smile which made him laugh before kissing your head softly. You were your fathers favourite and everyone knew that. Especially your brother who hated you with a passion.

“So did your mother train you in anything else?” A big man with long wavy hair asked carefully as he sipped his ale looking at Ragnar who nodded in interest.

“If you asking if I could take your head off with a sword then the answer is yes. You are Rollo yes?” You asked softly making him clear his throat as he sat up straight.

“My father has told me a lot about your spree around England with Ragnar.” You commented making him nod quietly in response.

You father understood a little of their langue because you had taught him but instead of joining in he allowed you to socialise with your fellow pagan’s.

Everyone ate and enjoyed each other company before finally your father rand Ragnar began talking about there deal. You rolled you eyes before blocking your father view of Ragnar.

“I want to go with them.” You stated as he stared up at you with sad eyes.

“Y/N my sweet rose you really want to leave your poor father?” He asked softly his sadness radiating through his small smile.

“Father you have your successor and I shall visit when I can. I want to fight! I wanna fall in love with someone who believes what I do.” You sighed in your fathers home language making Ragnar look at you.

“I understand child. I will see to it then…I love you my little rose.” He whispered the last part in your ear making you smile fondly and return his sentiment.

“Ragnar. I have another term for our deal, I ask you take my daughter with you when you return to your home. She wishes to be with her people.” Your father asked gently making Ragnar nod in understanding.

“Princess Y/N wishes to come back to Kattegat with us.” Ragnar announced in his home tongue causing everyone to stop there chatter.

“We are not taking another Christian home with us Ragnar.” A gruff man in the group scoffed and before anyone said anything there was a knife flying through the air straight passed his ear to the throne room door.

He touched his ear to find in bleeding before standing up and starting towards you. You jumped up, lifting your skirt you could take out your other knife. He got in your face like he was about to beat you but you put your knife to his intimate area.

“Do NOT call me a Christian. I will cut off your tiny little friend and feed it to my wolf.” You spat in his ear before he finally got the point and backed away.

“We will take her back.” You had expected Ragnar or maybe even Lagertha so say these words however you had not expected Floki to say it.

“Thank you.” Your father said in their language so they’d all understand.

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You stared in amazement as you saw the village come into view as you absently petted your dark grey wolf. People were flocking to the docks waiting for there loved ones or congratulate people along you smile as you glanced at Ragnar who was staring at you.

“Is there something on my face Ragnar?” You chuckled making him smile.

“You are very beautiful.” He stated mischievously as he stepped closer.

“Don’t you have a wife waiting for you?” You replied teasingly.

“As my ex wife would say. That never stopped me before.” Ragnar chuckled as the boat pulled up.

“I see well maybe you should come visit me once I am settled.” You whispered in his ear before hopping of the boat with the help of Floki. You kissed Floki’s cheek before he bid you goodbye and rushed off your see his Helga.

“And who might you be?” A tall slender woman asked with a bright smile.

“You are dressed like a Christian yet our Floki does not treat you as such.” She added as Ragnar hopped off the boat following after you.

“This is my wife. Aslaug.” Ragnar introduced like he hadn’t just been trying to bed you.

“I see Lagertha has told me a lot about you.” You replied sweetly but she could sense the unsaid words that you did not like her.

“I see.” She muttered with a fake smile.

“Rollo said he would show me where I could stay so I will see you later Ragnar.” You said to the blue eyed man with a smirk on your face.

“Of course princess. I look forward to seeing you at the hall.” He chuckled, his hand brushing across your lower back as Rollo approached you.

Rollo grabbed your belongings hauling them up with ease as you stared at his muscles contracting. Viking men were built different and it honestly had your stomach clenching in need. These men could easily throw you about like you were a rag doll.

You follow at his side as your wolf Shadow followed closely behind you, staring at people as we passed them. Everyone seemed wary of him but you ignored there looks and stroked his fur as you walked.

“I see my brother has taken an interest in you.” Rollo snorted as we approached a little hut.

“Hmm, perhaps but if I was to bed him the main reason would be because I don’t like his wife. I believe women who like to reck happy homes are witches that need a taste of their own medicine.” You chuckled making Rollo laugh whole heartedly.

“Your honestly is refreshing. You remind me of Lagertha back when she was your age.” He chuckled softly as he got a dreamy look in his eyes.

“You love her.” You stated softly as he lowered you belongs to the floor in the corner of the hut.

“Yes but she has never seen me like that. As long as I can fight with her I can accept that.” He sighed quietly making you smile.

“You’re a sweet man when you want to be Rollo. Maybe if you showed her this side she may change her mind. Women like Lagertha are independent and don’t need a man but that does not mean they don’t want one. Do you know her favourite food or drink?” You asked casually as you began to take your belongings out of the gold and wooden chest Rollo had brought in for you.

“Yes.” He answered curiously before sitting down on a bench that was in the hut.

“Well when we go to the great hall maybe bring her some food and a drink. Don’t say anything just sit next to her quietly maybe even converse with people around you.” You answered sweetly as you dug out your gold and jewels.

“That seems a little simple.” He huffed with an eye roll.

“Women love when a man knows them. Think of it like Shadow my wolf would. When he wishes to mate he brings his female food and provides comfort for them.” You stated simply as you ran your finger through his fur.

“I see.” He nodded in understanding before glancing at your wolf.

“He seems rather large even for a wolf.”he commented as he stared at the giant dark grey wolf that came up to Rollo a waist meaning he was up to your shoulder.

“I know I have no idea why but I’ve had him since he was a pup. I found him in the woods when I was training. It was snowy and cold. His mother was dead next to him along with two other pups who were dead. They’d starved and then frozen by the looks of it but shadow was smart he caught a squirrel and then burrowed underneath his mother and sister. I buried his family and took him home.” You answered sweetly as Shadow nuzzled into your hand.

“He’s very loyal to you. Most wolves prefer to stay in their own territory but he happily followed you here.” Rollo added before he stood up causing the bench you were both sat on to rattle under you.

You let out a laugh making him roll his eyes once again before he set off to the great hall. You took your jewels and started towards a stall you’d seen on your way here that sold clothes.

Once there you looked through the clothes before picking out a few things and asking the shop keeper how much. She stared at you with a frown before looking down at the gold with wide eyes.

“This is too much miss.” She stated as she tried to pass you it back.

“I know but I very much like your clothes and you work hard on them I can tell. Even my royal seamstress wasn’t that good.” You chuckled making her flush slightly as she gave you a nod.

“If you would like I could braid your hair for you after you change. You are going to the great hall for the celebration?” She offered kindly making you smile brightly.

You knew how to braid but not as well as the shield maidens so it was nice to have the offer which you gratefully took. She asked you what it was like to grow up around people in England and you asked her some tips on braiding it was pleasant and a lot different from any interactions you’d had with anyone in Wessex.

People may have not said much to your face as you are a princess but that didn’t stop you over hearing the horrible things people said behind your back.

You gave her your thanks and left the old dress with her telling her she could reuse it for whatever she wished. You collected Shadow from the hut before making your way to the Great hall with directions from a few people.

You opened the doors to the great hall your wolf at your side as everyone stared before Floki ran up to you with a childish giggle. He dragged you over to meet Helga who was sweet and very calm compared to her lover.

Rollo sat down next to you but not before passing Lagertha a drink of something and food. You smiled at the action as he engaged you in conversation. Lagertha looked shocked at the action but chose to eat her food and drink from her cup as she kept side eyeing Rollo.

“Well I’m glad you could make it Princess.” Ragnar’s voice stated behind you causing your wolf to growl as you jumped.

“Settle boy.” You whispered to him as he laid back down at your feet.

“It appears your wolf does not like me.” He huffed playfully as he took a seat next to your other side.

“Maybe he can sense you devious intentions Ragnar Lothbrok.” You giggled making him smile down at you, his ocean blue eyes shining with there usual mischief.

“Would you like a tour of our lovely Kattegat?” He asks suddenly and his wife’s eyes found yours with a glare.

“Hmm I would love to.” You answered sweetly, not taking your eyes off Aslaug.

You stood up but as you wolf started to follow, you told him to stay making him whine. You rolled your eyes before pointing to Floki.

“Go sit with Floki.” You instructed and he glanced at the man before huffing and walking over to him. Floki stroked his fur as he waved at you to go.

You were walking beside Ragnar for a few minutes before he moved slightly closer his arm brushing against yours. The white long sleeved dressed was comfortable in the slightly nicer weather Kattegat was experiencing. The dark brown detail down the front was pretty and you were happy to not be wearing the heavy dresses you’d worn as a princess.

“You seem to be fitting in very well.” Ragnar spoke suddenly causing you to jolt a little.

“Everyone is nice here. It makes a difference from how people treat me in Wessex.” You chuckled as you looked at the small beach in front of you.

“You were a Princess, how badly could they of treat you.” Ragnar asked sceptically.

“Men were disgusted by me. Women were afraid of me. To my face they would acted accordingly however I overheard a few things they would say about me behind the kings back…behind mine. They would call me a witch, say the only bride I could ever be was Satans which by the way is an angel that was kicked out of his heaven and banished to run hell, which is full of demons and people that have sinned.” You rolled your eyes making Ragnar laugh wholeheartedly.

“Yes Athelstan told me much about Christianity. I believe everyone should worship who they want. I believe in my gods and Athelstan believes in his one god. We are friends despite that.” Ragnar replied with honesty his face serious as he looked down at his boots.

“I believe the same.” You replied softly as you took off your boots before stepping onto the sand with your bare feet.

Ragnar followed your lead, taking off his shoes before stepping onto the sand. He caught up to you his hand coming to rest on your lower back as you contrived strolling, watching the sea.

His hand felt warm on your lower back, as his eyes gazed at you. You could feel it as it sent shivers down your spine. He shifted a little closer to you, his hand curling around your hip before pulling him close.

You were pressed against his side as you finally stopped moving down the beach. You could feel his eyes on you as if trying to see your reactions to his sudden closeness.

“Do you love your wife Ragnar?” You suddenly asked making his eye widen though his hands did not move from your hips they weren’t gripping so tightly.

“I thought I did however I think I love that she has given me many sons.” He answered honestly his eyes staring into the darkness that covered the sea.

“I see.” You replied with a small smile.

“I could make you my second wife but I tried that with Lagertha and she left me.” Ragnar sighed softly making you smile.

“I am not surprised Ragnar I would’ve have left too. I have no desire to be your wife Ragnar. If you would like to take me back to my hut and fuck me though, I could definitely agree to that.” You whispered seductively before walking ahead of him towards your hut.

The walk wasn’t long and once the door closed to your hut Ragnar was on you. His right hand tangled in your hair, his lips were on yours as his left hand grabbed your waist pulling your closer.

His tongue stroked across yours gently yet passionately causing you to moan into his mouth his hands immediately trying to rip off your dress. You’d slapped his hands, pulling away from his lips with a grin.

“Do not rip my new dress Ragnar.” You chuckled softly as you untied the brown leather belt and let it fall to the floor before lifting the white dress over your head and putting it on your chest.

Ragnar took in your naked form appreciatively as he began stripping. His body was covered with a light amount of hair and muscle definition that you’d never seen on the English men you’d slept with.

He was built like a beast and it made you clench around nothing, dampness making its way down your thighs. He finally stripped and was back on you, his hands immediately reaching for the back of your thighs to lift you up and laying you on the cold wooden table behind you.

His lips pressed wet, harsh kisses down your sternum nipping at the skin occasionally. Your soft pants and moans filling the air as you stared down at his very clearly hard member. He was big, bigger than you’d had before.

Ragnar kissed your hip bone before nipping at it the sensation causing a shiver to run down your spine and a deep sultry moan to erupt from your chest. He glanced up at you with a smirk before he continued his path.

When his lips pressed a kiss right above your slit you were desperate making you thrust upwards to try to get any kind of friction you could. However Ragnar decided hat wasn’t acceptable and slapped the inside of your thigh causing a shocking amount of pleasure.

“Stay still. Naughty girl.” He scolded softly before looking up to see your reaction to his slap.

You flushed under his gaze as you avoided his eyes. Was that normal? To react like that to being slapped, you thought anxiously. Ragnar’s hands grabbed your hips tightly before he flipped you over so you were bent over the table.

Before you could question it his hand came down on your ass the sound ringing through the hut. You whimpered, spreading your legs a little so you could push backwards, rubbing against his member.

“Dirty girl.” Was all Ragnar said before thrusting two fingers inside of your warm wet heat with no warning.

You let out a startled moan before pushing back onto his fingers eagerly. His free hand massaged the ass cheek he’d just slapped before delivering another one making you moan desperately against him.

“Ragnar!” You moaned loudly as his fingers started hitting inside you at a different angle causing you to dig your nails into the table beneath you.

“W-What is that?” You whined softly, trying to push back against his finger.

“I don’t know but I like to call it the magic button.” Ragnar chuckled before thrusting into that spot again.

“Oh fuck.”

Your moans were getting louder as they filled the hut, your stomach tensing as it prepared to unravel that amazing feeling you’d only had once or twice. Ragnar’s fingers sped up as he continued his assault on that magic button.

“Cum for me sweet girl.” Ragnar whispered before his tongue was on your hooded bundle of nerves.

The angle was awkward for Ragnar it he didn’t care as his tongue lavished you, his finger still never stopping. You clenched around them as his hand came down once against to slap your left ass cheek.

“Oh fuck Ragnar!” You screamed as you finally came around his fingers, your face pressed against the table as you hair splayed messily around you some of it over your face.

“You taste addictive.” He mumbled against you, giving you one last long lick before pulling away from your heat with a wicked smile on his face.

“You ready my little vixen.” He whispered as he bent over you, his lips tickling against your ear.

“Mhmm. You gonna fill me up Ragnar? Want you to.” You moaned, your tone needy but quiet.

Suddenly he thrust into you with no warning just like he had with hi fingers before, causing you to push your back against his naked chest as you pushed him so far in your swore your felt him in your stomach. Your hands gripped his hands that were clutching your hips in an almost painful grip.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you. Want me to fill you up with my seed? Hmm fuck you so good and full.” He growled in your ear one of his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, not quite squeezing it just resting there.

You felt so dazed from your previous orgasm and his words all you could do was nod to his teasing question. His hand squeezed softly as he continued fucking you slowly but hard.

“Ah ah. Use yours words sweet girl.” He scolded his hand around your throat tightening again so most of your air supply was gone.

You should’ve been scared but it only served to bring you closer to anther orgasm. You turned you face to look him in the eyes as you finally opened your mouth to speak. He released his grip but never moved his hand as he stared at you expectantly.

“Want you to fill me up. Fuck me full with your babies.” You moaned, your head leaning against his collarbone.

“Fuck. I have many sons. You gonna give me more darling?” He asked as his thrusting started getting faster and more rough.

“You gonna drop everything when I’m big and fat to fuck me when I need your cock?” You moaned as you threw your arm up to grasp at his hair as his tightened around your throat again.

“I’d drop everything to fuck your pretty little flower sweetheart. Mmm you feel so good can wait until your pregnant and desperate for me all the time.” He groaned against your neck his hand on your hip coming around to wrap around your waist tightly as he began pounding into you at an animalistic pace.

“Oh fuck! Yes!” You screamed loudly as you felt yourself clenching round him as you felt yourself at the edge once again.

His cock was drilling into that special spot that made you see stars, his thrusting becoming less calculated as he neared his end too. You tugged at his braided hair moaning his name as he tightened his grip on your throat and waist.

“Shit. So close.” He moaned in your ear as he brought his hand from your waist to your wet heat, his fingers massaging your little bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me Ragnar fill me up with your seed.” You moaned loudly before kissing him passionately.

Finally you felt your orgasm rip through you like lightening, your eyes falling shut as you pushed back against him, riding out your high as he finally came too. His hot seed filling you up so much you could feel it.

You didn’t get long to enjoy the aftermath as Ragnar flipped you back over and held you legs up in the air, your knees rest over his shoulders.

“Stay still sweet girl. Gotta make sure you stay filled up with me.” He groaned as he looked down at your abused hole.

You giggled at his actions but made no move to stand up, letting him have his way. You were starting to realised there wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t give to him.

After sometime he finally moved to wipe any spillage with a rag. You gave him a stuttered moan as he gave you a single lick his eyes filled with mischief.

“Beautiful.” He whispered before helping you up.

He didn’t leave immediately instead he pulled your firs over in front of the fireplace before starting a fire and laying down beckoning you over.

“Your wife isn’t going to be happy.” You chuckled as you cuddled into his chest.

“Yes well I don’t much care.” He chuckled his hair undoing you braids gently, letting your hair fall free around your naked shoulders.

BANG!

“Y/N it worked she-” Rollo paused in his words as he took in your naked form cuddled up to his brother.

“Never mind we can talk tomorrow.” He snorted as he sent you a subtle wink.

“And what was that about my little vixen.” He asked in amusement.

“I may of given him tips on how to seduce your ex wife.” You smirked at him making him roll his eyes before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I can’t say I’m that surprised. Now come here, gonna fill you up again pretty girl.” Ragnar growled playfully making you giggle under him.

#vikings #vikings request #vikings imagine #ragnar lothbrok #ragnar lothbrok x reader #Ragnar x reader #Ragnar x you #Ragnar lothbrok x you #Ragnar lothbrok imagine #imagine #smut

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mafiatsunafish · 3 months

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So, if you will, you can say that John Soap MacTavish and his older sister Alisa MacTavish can be considered as Bruce Wayne wards.

Initially, the siblings only know of their parent, they lived a peaceful life in the countryside of Scotland. Only them, they had never heard or meet any of their other relatives, saint to their mum’s cousin who they briefly saw one in a blue moon.

Until there was a car accident, a drunk driver and a in responsive brake, the two woke up side by side miraculously alive but now without their parents. Little John woke up and he cried, little Alana tried her best to stay strong for her brother and herself, too.

However, it was not for long, right when they seemed fit to be released from the hospital, there was a man who dressed in an impeccable black suit stood in front of them. John was too young back then to realize who is that man but Alisa can, she knew that was her mum’s cousin.

“I am Bruce, your uncle. Would you like to come with me?”

Alisa knew that she shouldn’t believe a man no more than a stranger to them, a man they barely know anything, a man you just appear right after their parents just gone and offer them to come with him. John looked at her nervously while his hand still grip the hem of her skirt tightly. They didn’t know any other people, they were alone and his eyes were filled with genuine care and worries.

So they come with him.

And just never leave.

(Little did they know, they are the start of Bruce’s adoption problem cause he never stop collecting strays)

Then he brought home kid that he had told them from the circus, Alisa becomes Bruce’s oldest then Richard or Dick and then John.

(Alisa would fight tooth and nails with anyone who dares to touch her baby brothers, but between Dick’s chandeliers swinging and John’s eerie interest in fire, she don’t know who she want to kick first)

(Batman gained his first Robin while the MacTavish stay with at the back with Alfred, learning how to cook, tends wounds and deal with stubborn vigilantes)

Then Jason came home with a defensive face, after Dick stormed his way out of the manor. Alfred, Alisa and John joined force to take care of the tiny Jason. John finally meet another book nerd that he can camp in the manor’s library with and Alfred had another tail, following him around the kitchen.

But then Jason was gone. It shattered the family once again.

(Batman almost lashed)

Dick moved to Bludheaven and Nightwing soared, John determined to go back to England and enlisted then somehow earned the name Soap.

Only Alisa stayed, hoping one day her brothers will come home.

Then a child stalker named Wayne’s neighbour appeared, Tim Drake is a genius baby who has crippling caffeine addiction and fucked up self-preservation sense. Alisa now has her third baby brother who she would definitely bite someone's head off if they dared to touch him.

(Jason is alive, he is alive, he is alive, he is-)

Then come Damian, Damian Wayne, son of the Bat. God, her murdered baby, their family's precious murdered tiny assassin. He came with so much rage and violence, with so many scars and hurt. She has sworn, until her last breath, she will try her damn best to make him feel loved.

Cassandra Cain just materialized from a shadow one day and called Alisa older sister, Alisha was overjoyed when this household finally had another girl. She loves to go shopping with Cass and gossip with the girls, she loves watching Cass gracefully dance and beat the shit out of their brothers and she loves how Cass slowly becomes more human.

And steaming Jesu’ Christ, is that her John dangling on the window edge of that fucking skyscraper?! And what he is doing with that Lieutenant Ghost with all those talking?????

(thanks O for gave her both visual and sound of that particular moment, because, what the fuck?)

(for some reason, there has been sight of Batman and various of Gotham’s vigilantes in Chicago, what’s the bat colony doing there? No one is sure)

(not for shovel talk or threatening government military)

Alisa MacTavish missed her parents but she also loved the family that that one weird uncle brought her through the years.

(Alisa: Bruce, yer have a problem, yer know?

Bruce: hn

Dick: She is right, B. Like Batman is one thing, but collecting kids?

Bruce: hn)

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brighter-by-the-daly · 11 months

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Kenza Dali x Reader

2025

“Your contract runs out soon doesn’t it?” directing the question to your best friend on the team - Kenza Dali. She’d been with the team for a year now and the thought of her leaving tore you up inside. You’ve had so much fun with her since joining Villa at the same time last year - you signed a 3 year contract and Kenza had signed one. You had heard of the French midfielder but hadn’t met before, on your first training session something just clicked and you’ve been attached at the hip ever since. You had even suggested becoming roommates a few weeks ago with the hope she’d have told you she was staying but her vague answer of “we’ll see what happens” filled you with no confidence at all. You’ve had the time of your life this season, the link up between the two of you felt flawless and natural. Trying desperately everything you could think of to make her stay - meals out, trips to places close by, she even came on house viewings with you but the woman continued to remain neutral and it was driving you insane.

“Yeahhh” the word drawn out in her French accent sank yet another nail into the Villa coffin. “Have you decided what you’re doing yet?” Sarah tried to pull an answer out of her to no avail. The whole team had been trying to get her to spill her plans but she’d been coy with everyone. Another “no, not yet” left her mouth causing the circle to collectively roll their eyes and fall onto their backs, leaving Kenz the only one sitting up right she chuckled softly at you all. “You lot are all losers! Why do you care so much?” rolling her Rs in a fashion that was jokey yet frustrated with all the questions. Chimes rang out among the team of why we want Dali to stay - the food she makes us, the jokes, self proclaimed mum of the team; she keeps us grounded and we love her. Kenza Dali is a huge part of why Aston Villa did so well this season, can she blame us for not wanting her to leave?

“Has Carla offered it to you yet?” Alisha asked, rolling onto her stomach and sitting up onto her elbows causing a domino effect with the rest of the team. Kenz still the only one sitting cross legged made it look like story time with the children. “Guuuys, stop with all the questions pleease!” whinging as she pulled herself onto her feet to walk away from the group. You and Rachel immediately wrapped yourselves around her legs so she couldn’t go anywhere. You know how you would to your parents when you were little? She tried with all her might to get away but with both of you dragging her down it was impossible as she fell down causing the rest of the team to bundle on top. With one last game left it was like the last day of school - being left to mess around after the necessary training was finished. It was a lovely day and instead of leaving you were enjoying the sunshine on the pitch.

Kenza’s shouts came from underneath the pile of people to let her go. All of you said you weren’t going to move until she gave you all an answer. Kenza being Kenza stuck to her guns “okay, I’ll just stay here all night then” she laughed until she couldn’t breathe anymore and made a pact. She’ll tell us if we get off of her.. so we did. One by one you pulled yourselves off the pile “tricked you!” she yelled as she made a run for it across the field and into the gym. Groans came from the group as you watched her disappear into the building.

The last game of the season came and went, Kenz didn’t play as she was injured and the team list of people not returning next season had been published - Dali wasn’t on it which gave you hope. You’d invited the team over to yours for a meal before you all went your separate ways for the summer but your bestie still hadn’t arrived. Texts and phone calls were being ignored as you succumbed to the fact that she wasn’t coming and sat down to eat with the others. Chatter amongst the girls filled the room as your mind was elsewhere, pushing your food around your plate instead of eating it. In a spiral of thoughts that you’d played your last game with her and would be too far apart to see her monthly let alone daily. Just as you took your last sip of wine there was a knock at the door. Raising from your chair to answer it your face lit up at the sight of the brunette on your door step. Duffel bag in hand made your expression turn quizzical.. “is the roommate offer still available?” she asked with a cheeky smile. “OH MY GOD!!” screaming so loud she dropped her bag to cover her ears, making the others leave the table and come running over. “Sorry I’m late guys, I was signing my contract” she laughed softly. Now met with louder screams from the rest of her teammates as she was carried inside, you ran to the fridge to grab the bottle of champagne that’s been in there for weeks for this exact purpose. “Knew I wouldn’t regret buying this!” beaming as you handed her the bottle. Shuffling outside for her to pop it, madness ensued. “To 2025!” she yelled as the cork flew out of the garden and into the darkness, cheers coming from the group in reiteration - “2025!”

#kenza dali #kenza dali x reader #woso one shot #woso masterlist #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #aston villa wfc #rachel daly #sarah mayling #alisha lehmann

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me-uglypretty · 1 year

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89 with natty :')

#89 Bebo - Alisha Chinai | blurb replay 2022

Natash Romanoff x Reader | Warning: (18+)

Natasha Romanoff doesn’t care, but she’s surged by determination and her perpetual need for success.

Leading to the sole reason why she’s walking into Tony’s flamboyant party. Despite finding it redundant, and an event held for social status which was never her priority. But tonight, it ignites her with a purpose that hangs smugly on her shoulder as she brushes pass those whose attention was sized by her.

A smirk settles on her red lips, equally hypnotising as the black dress hugging her curves impeccably. It’s perfect, the way she’s dressed, the way famished eyes on her, the way she knew just exactly what to do and say.

“Romanoff, I don’t like you.”

Those words echo teasingly in her head—your voice sounding indifferent, posture lax as you disregard her approach. It wasn’t resentment. Unlike the rest, you didn’t easily accept her flirtatious approach or foolishly, depending on the situation. You were simply unimpressed and stood your ground, needling through her skull with your words and her heart pulses a weakening beat.

It wasn’t important. It’s nothing.

But Natasha needed to prove you wrong over something she can’t exactly explain. She needs to succeed.

Which doesn’t make sense why her heart was hammering in her chest as she witnesses the scene; a stranger standing by your side, arm that wasn’t hers closing around your waist, they’re pulling you closer and the smile on your face broadens when they whisper something in your ear.

The worse progresses when your eyes met hers, and it was impossible to ignore the way your eyes sparkle, accentuated by the flickering party lights above and you were smiling.

A smile that wasn’t directed to anyone else or a glare that seemed to be fixed on your face when you saw her. But you were smiling at her.

Her chest burns, impatient and restless. Natasha doesn’t care, but she’s simply persistent and that includes the need to have you in her arms. So, in her cunning way, she saunters towards you and your date. The later indication wakes a certain bitter taste in her mouth.

“Can I have a dance?” Natasha extends her hand, “Please,” she pleads softly, while her other hand raised to wave off your date trying to steer you away from her.

Your gaze lingered on her hand before meeting her eyes. “Romanoff, there’s not stopping you, uh?”

The amusement in your voice made her feel peculiar, like a necessity materialising in her heart and your name was smeared all over it.

“Nope,” Natasha arched her eyebrow, persuading you into taking her hand.

You shake your head, exchanging a knowing look with your date. Then, the unpredicted warmth that spread throughout her palm, and unfamiliar fingers intertwining with hers.

Natasha doesn’t know what to say. But you seem to know, when you grasp her hand and lead her to the dance floor. As if, you were giving her a chance and she was the lucky person to dance with you by the conceited smile on your face.

“What’s the plan?” you asked. “A dance, maybe a drink or two, and I’ll be your favourite person tonight and nothing tomorrow?”

There’s a disturbing ache in her chest by your assumption, and it wasn’t far from the truth. However, Natasha wasn’t scheming to misbehave, but she just needed to prove herself, and to have you give into her the way said you wouldn’t.

“Just a dance,” Natasha answered.

But she takes a different route, her hand seamlessly twirls you around and thrusts your back onto her front. A shaky breath leaves your mouth, her hand holding yours was pushed against your torso while her other rest firmly on your waist.

“It’s funny, I feel like you’re enjoying this more than you would ever admit,” Natasha murmured, her mouth close to your ears. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Victory chimes swiftly when her lips grazes the unexposed skin of your neck, then the involuntary notion of your body pressing into her, and the damn sounds—muffled gasps, almost breathless when her hands moves briskly, the whimpers that you tried supressing—that made her crave more, beyond what purpose which lead her there, with you.

And you were allowing her.

There wasn’t a distinct sound of uninterest that left her wondering for days, why weren’t you the same? Why would you rather immerse yourself in work than converge with her?

Again, Natasha Romanoff doesn’t care and yet, she doesn’t know either.

But she’s unforgiving when her touch lingers scandalously on your skin, following every hitch breath, and her perpetual need to stop the thumping in her chest as she indulge herself into you, and ignoring the warnings that reminded her; this wasn’t meant to continue like this.

ngl this song gives lots of emotions, and the movie as well (but i like the gay version i made in my head). i hope you like this!

#blurb replay 2022 #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x imagine #natasha romanoff x you

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joe9cool · 7 months

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A little sneaky peaky of the new Epilogue

The rehearsal was catered by Traeger Grills. Justin and Sara loved the crew as they had come over to film sponsor videos with Justin.

As they all enjoyed the full barbecue banquet, both sets of parents had surprised everyone with a sideshow of the couple growing up. Justin died of laughter seeing Sara go beet red when some childhood photos popped up she thought were buried deep in the attic. Mark and Holly came through with Justin's pictures.

The planner made sure that everyone disbanded and was at their rooms by 9pm. "We want to make sure we all get a good night's sleep. 6am wake up call tomorrow."

Justin and Sara walked slowly to the hotel lobby, they would stay on opposite ends of the hotel and wouldn't see each other until the first look. "This is ridiculous. We are already married." Justin whined as they swung their arms as they walked. Sara giggled. "It's one night. You will live." She squealed as Justin picked her up bridal style and swung her around with ease. Their lips met and even after a few years, there was still passion, the love that they had through each other could be felt through their kiss "Are you sure we can spend the night? We will just sneak back before everyone wakes up." Justin broke away.

She thought about it. "Sorry. But the girls and I are doing a little skincare before bed. Plus I'm saving myself for the wedding night." Justin snorted. "And how is that going for you?"

"Pretty well. Actually." They heard footsteps. "Alright you two you will see each other in the morning." Bella laughed as Justin set Sara down, making sure to steady her in her heels. With one last kiss, they departed and went their separate ways.

Upon entering her Bridal suite she laughed. Above her bed were big Silver balloons spelling out 'HERBERT'

"It's surreal huh? Sorta your last night as a Wozniak." She turned around to see her MOH, Alyssa leaning against the doorframe with a smile on her face. Sara smiled. "Yeah. I mean it feels official. I know Justin and I are legally married. But…." She trailed off, not sure how to explain her feelings.

Alyssa nodded. "I know. When Brent and I first got engaged and were in Mexico, we went to a church and got married." Sara's eyes widened. "You never said anything."

"We never did the paperwork to make it binding. But we did it. Why do you think Brent was so defensive of you two?" Alyssa walked up and grabbed her younger sisters hands. "I should have stood up for you too."

"We all should have." Now they were being joined by the other two. Katie sighed. "We are very sorry. How we reacted, God we are no better than our mother." The girls laughed. "Where is mom, by the way?" Sara looked behind her.

"She's off making sure everything is set up. Also Denise and Linda are with her as well." Sara rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything else they were interrupted by Alisha knocking. "Come on ladies, we have everything set up!

Feeling better after the talk with her sisters, the girls joined the rest of the bridal party.

#sara and justin canon #justin herbert #gave away a hugeee hint

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annymation · 17 days

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So what is the official dialogue of The Seven and Valentino when he's starts talking again in the Dahlia's house to the forest.

I've actually recently came up with an interesting idea for this.

What if Valentino convinced them to go after Asha in the woods... By singing?

Like hear me out, he's like Asha's lil baby, it's in his blood to inspire others just like how she does.

So here's how the scene would play out:

After a lot of screaming and running around Dahlia's basement after they thought Valentino got possessed by a spirit or something, the group eventually calms down and listen to what he has to say.

"- So long story short" The baby goat said after just narrating in great detail what happened in Asha's story so far "I need your help to go find them, I'd go myself but... Well Asha always said I shouldn't go in the forest on my own"

"Yeah you'd be someone's snack in a sec" Gabo agreed nonchalantly as he leaned on the wall "But no can do bud, the king said anyone who helps the traitors is *grsshhh*" He makes a sound with his mouth while passing his finger through his own throat, to gesture they'd be killed.

"Well we can't just sit and do nothing" Dahlia protests, standing up from her chair

"But the forest is full of guards looking for them though" Safi pointed out "If we go we'll be arrested"

"Not to mention our parents will worry" Bazeema added quietly

"We lie to them" Hal said simply "We tell them we're having a slumber party or something like that"

"And Valentino can talk to animals" Dario adds in sign language "Little guy can ask them to distract the guards for us"

Valentino hops happily "Yeah! That's the spirit" the goat cheered

"Yeah the spirit to get us in big trouble" Simon cut in, trying to be reasonable "I'm sorry guys, but this is way too dangerous. Lying to our families, disobeying the king's orders..." He seemed more afraid of the consequences than the dangers that awaited inside the forest itself "If Asha wanted us involved she'd have told us about all this sooner, she must agree this is too much for us to handle"

"But she was wrong!" Valentino's tiny baby voice exclaimed "She does need you, more than ever, and even if we're few, we can make a huge difference!"

Then Valentino starts his own little musical number encouraging everyone to follow him. It'd be like this song from Matilda:

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #ask

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tangerinenotions95 · 1 year

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Always Been You - Chapter 2

Bradley is at a loss for words as he stares at her. He's always wondered about seeing you again, if you would even look at him. He sighed looking back towards the beer sitting in front of him. "I'm surprised you're even giving me the time of day" he said honestly.

It was quiet for a moment while you contemplated your reply. You nudged your elbow against his making him turn slightly to look at you, "I forgave you a long time ago Bradshaw" you winked a him, a genuine smile donning your face before you swiped the his bottle of beer and strolled away from him, back to the group fo friends you had came to the bar with.

Bradley watched you walk the whole way back to your table before shaking his head in amusement, comforted that you hadn't changed, not really. He pushed himself up off the bar and headed back to where the dagger squad were surrounding the pool table, pretending as if they hadn't watched the whole encounter.

"Rejected again Chicken?" Jake piped up as he lined up his next shot. Bradley just rolled his eyes, grabbed his keys off the table and headed to the door, meeting your eyes for just a second, before walking outside to his Bronco.

****

Y/N watched him leave, catching his eye just before he walked out the door. A part of her wanted to follow him, talk to him and get some answers at long last. The other, more sensible part of her, kept her seated at the table with her friends unsure whether it was the fear of getting close again or finally admitting that they weren't meant to be. So she stayed and sipped the beer she stole off of him, talking and laughing with the people around her who have been there for her these part couple of years.

About an hour later she finally stood gaining her friends attention, "I'm on the day shift tomorrow and need to get some sleep" she told them. "Do you want me to come?" Her room mate Nicole asked and Y/N shook her head with a smile, "Stay with Alisha and have fun, besides you are on the night shift this week". She walked away from the table send a smile and headed out into the cool San Diego night. Taking a deep breath you started to head for the towards the road and began walking home along the footpath.

The house she shared with Nicole was only about a 20 minute walk away, they had started out as residents at the hospital together, became friends and eventually moved in together. She was about five minutes into her walk when a horn sounded behind her. Turning around she saw a vehicle coming towards her and she couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face as she recognised it. The vehicle slowed down and came to a stop beside her as she crossed her arms over her chest in amusement.

"Need a ride?" Bradley asked after rolling down the window.

"Is this thing even road worthy? You've had it since you were sixteen?" She laughed in disbelief. "Hey, this 'thing' made sure you got to school every morning" He reminded her as they both laughed.

"I'm only a couple of minutes from the house"

He shrugged, "then it should take me no time at all to drive you". She studied his facing before finally giving in and reaching for the door handle. She grabbed the seatbelt from over her shoulder but it didn't budge.

"Ah shit sorry, it gets stuck, you have to"

"I got it" She told him pulling it the only way to make it work. She clicked it in, and turned to look at him, "I'm the one that broke it remember?" She reminded him and couldn't help notice the light blush that crossed his face as he remembered how it had happened causing her to giggle.

Bradley turned back to face the road, "Whoever thought car sex was romantic" he muttered as they began to head down the road and you couldn't help the loud laugh you let out at his comment, your laughing causing Bradley to do the same.

"God we really were idiots" you exclaimed, "That house there" you pointed to the small blue house on the corner of the street. Bradley slowed down, pulling up outside.

"Thanks" you said while unclicking the seatbelt, snorting as you did so. You opened the door and felt a hand on your arm before you had a chance to move. Turning around, you could see the guilt in his eyes as he tried to find the right words. Y/N could see the internal battle happening inside his head and placed a warm hand on top of his where he was hold her arm, "Do you want to come in and talk?"

"Please" he whispered sadly.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun rooster #top gun 2 #top gun maverick #rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x y/n #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #maverick fanfic

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seanfalco · 2 years

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“That was disgusting, but it’s kind of romantic, really.” For request or just to get the creativity juices flowing ✌️

Disgustingly Romantic

word count: 1k warnings/tags: reader wears a necklace, talk of cleaning toilets, nothing too gross I promise lol a/n: I’m not sure if I like how this came out, but flor said it was good, so I trust her

When you trudged into the Community Centre that morning hoping for a change of pace, scrubbing down the locker room was not what you’d had in mind.

“Are you serious?” Alisha whined as soon as Sean, your new probation worker, informed you all what you’d be working on.

“Don’t I look serious?” he drawled, clearly bored as he glanced around at all of you. “Now get t’work.” Without another word, he strode out of the room to return to his office, leaving you all to figure out exactly who was to clean what.

“Man, this sucks,” Curtis grumbled, frowning down at the tub of cleaning supplies at their feet.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s cleaned this in over a month,” Kelly scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Pushing open one of the toilet stalls with your foot, you frowned. “Oh, that is disgusting,” you exclaimed, quickly stepping back and letting the door close. “I’m not cleanin’ that,” you insisted.

“Me either,” Alisha cried. “Make one of the guys do it!”

“No way!” Curtis replied, holding his hands up while Simon blanched, and Nathan quickly yelled “not it!”.

“We’ll draw straws, that way it’s fair,” Kelly decided with a sigh.

Which was how you and Nathan ended up with the task, much to your chagrin and everyone else’s relief.

“This is stupid,” you huffed, staring down at the toilet in front of you. “If it were my own bathroom it wouldn’t be so gross, but who knows what people do in here,” you groaned, voice dripping with disgust.

“I’m definitely gunna need a shower and a drink after this,” Nathan complained from the stall next to yours.

“No kidding,” you agreed, tugging your yellow rubber gloves up.

“Fancy joinin’ me?” he asked, his face appearing above you, eyes and nose barely peeking above the side of the stall, though you could tell a cheeky grin was stretching his lips. “Pretty sure th’shower stall’s big enough for two.”

“Nice try,” you replied, arching an amused brow at him while teasingly pointing your toilet scrubber in his face, resulting in a surprised yelp and a splash as he fell backward, his foot slipping into the toilet.

“Really? Y’gotta be kidding me!” he cried, the words echoing off the tiled walls. “Now I’m gunna have t’spend th’rest of the day with one wet foot,” he exclaimed.

“Oh, quit your belly achin’, I’ll make it up t’you,” you promised, though the sincerity of your words was spoiled somewhat by your stifled laughter.

“You better!” Nathan pouted with a huff.

Finishing up with the first stall, you moved down to the one on Nathan’s other side and let out an annoyed groan. This one seemed to be plugged. “Wanna trade me?” you called hopefully, but Nathan merely barked a laugh before his face appeared at the door.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m a little busy here,” he taunted, sarcasm thickening his accent. “Though I might be inclined t’change my mind if y’give me a little blow and tug,” he offered, biting his lip in an attempt at seduction.

“Not in a dirty toilet stall I’m not,” you laughed, giving him a shove and shutting the stall door.

“Have it your way!”

With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly returned to the job at hand, grabbing a plunger and going to town.

“Sounds like you’re havin’ fun over there,” Nathan joked through the metal partition.

“A blast,” you replied dryly, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple from the effort you were expending, while water from the toilet bowl sloshed over the edge and onto the floor. “C’mon you stupid–fuckin’–toilet. Unclog!” you growled through gritted teeth as you worked.

With one final plunger thrust, the toilet suddenly flushed rather violently and you jerked back in surprise, your necklace catching on the flush lever as you slipped on the water that now slicked the floor. Toppling backward, you landed unceremoniously on your ass while your head hit the door behind you and you let out a shrill shriek.

“What th’hell’s goin’ on over there?” Nathan asked, amusement and the barest hint of concern filling his voice.

“I slipped,” you grumbled, rubbing the bump on the back of your head before you realized your necklace was gone. Clutching at your chest where it usually rested, you scrambled to your feet with a rush of dread, afraid for a moment that it had been flushed.

“Nonononono!” you groaned, peering into the empty toilet bowl, finding the silver chain sitting at the bottom, just below your reflection, the clear water rippling slightly, as if mocking you.

With a rush of air, you sighed in relief, until you realized you’d still have to retrieve it somehow.

“Y’fall in or something?” Nathan called, opening your stall door to find you still peering into the toilet, his gaze sliding over your ass for a moment before stepping closer to see what you were looking at so intently.

“My necklace fell in,” you bemoaned, shuffling aside to let him see. By then, however, your screams had attracted the others and they gathered around the stall to see what the ruckus was about as well.

“That’s proper gross. You’re not gunna stick your hand in there, are you?” Alisha exclaimed.

“I don’t want to, but unless I can find something to fish it out wi—“

Before you could finish, Nathan had already pushed back his sleeve and stuck his hand in, feeling around the bottom for the slim chain to a collective cry of disgust.

“What? It’s just water. It’s not like there’s shit in there or anythin’,” he replied, holding your necklace up triumphantly.

“But there was…” Curtis scoffed while the others dispersed back to work once the excitement was over.

“You might want to disinfect that before wearing it again,” Simon pointed out as Nathan straightened, the silver chain still dangling from his wet fingers.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you said, still slightly in disbelief as you accepted the necklace in the palm of your gloved hand, dropping it into one of your zippered pockets.

“I remembered yeh sayin’ it was special. Didn’t want yeh t’lose it.” Nathan shrugged, wiping his hand on his jumpsuit as he offered you a soft lopsided grin.

His words took you aback, warmth filling you at the thought that he’d remembered.

“Yeah well, that was pretty disgusting, but it was kinda romantic, really,” you murmured, smiling back.

“You better wash your hands!”

Curtis’s shout from across the locker room cut the moment short and you pushed Nathan toward the row of sinks with a laugh.

#misfits #e4 misfits #misfits fanfic #nathan young #nathan young x reader #robert sheehan character fic #joz.fic #prompt request #ry was this you? lol

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wordsandupstead · 2 years

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working late

Weight of the World - Jay HalsteadxReader

A/n: starting this as a little mini series of blurbs. it’ll be all over the place, but i’ve always loved writing shorter freeform pieces. Y/n will remain the same as far as personality, occupation, family, etc. across the pieces but each imagine can be read as a stand alone. As always, i’d love to hear your thoughts or any feedback :)

summary: Jay's subtle way of taking care of you and looking out for you when you're stressed and unexpectedly having to work late.

words: 1.4k

warnings: references of implied child abuse (very brief reference)

Your phone buzzes on the desk in front of you causing your attention to stray from the computer monitor to the phone screen just long enough to recognize your boyfriend’s name and a new text notification. Instead of checking the message, you force your attention back to the screen, trying to remember what was said in a phone call earlier today so you can make sure to document it correctly.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzes again, another text from Jay, and this time you grab your phone, dropping it into your purse tucked away below your desk. Glancing at the numbers in the bottom right corner of the computer screen, you realize it’s 5:57pm. Shit. You were supposed to leave work almost an hour ago. You’re supposed to be at the restaurant right now for a 6pm dinner reservation with Jay.

Groaning softly, you cover your face with your hands briefly, trying to let some of the stress of the day leave your body. When that doesn’t work, you force yourself to take a deep breath. You’ve been looking forward to this dinner all week. This morning when you came into work, you were determined to leave on time. However, you were assigned a crisis shortly after 3:30pm, and everything from then until now has been a blur.

Reaching down below your desk, you dig your phone from your purse and immediately click on Jay’s contact to call him, not bothering to read any messages first. “Hey babe.” Jay’s voice floats through the phone. His calm demeanor immediately contrasts against the way you’ve been feeling all afternoon.

“Hi,” You sigh, his voice alone manages to relax you, even if just a tiny bit.

There is a pause, and you want to start apologizing because you know Jay is probably already at the restaurant, but he speaks up before you can, “What’s going on? Is it work?”

“Yeah, I’m so sorry babe. A crisis came in.” You prop the phone between your ear and shoulder, and scroll though the document you’re in the middle of drafting.

Between your job and Jay’s, you both understand that plans are usually tentative, no matter how much you wish that they could be dependable. Clocking out has never really meant clocking out for either of you, and it is something you’ve both had to accept, although it definitely wasn’t easy.

“It’s okay, just take care of what you need to.” He responds without even a hint of irritation or disappointment, probably because he knows if you heard that in his voice it would only make you feel worse.

“I’m sorry,” Despite Jay’s understanding reaction, you still feel bad. “Are you already there?”

“Don’t worry about it.” His non answer is all the answer you need.

“I’ll make it up to you. Next week, I promise!” But you both know that’s not exactly a promise you can keep. You never know if you’ll get another crisis or if intelligence will get a big case and you won’t see each other for a few days or sometimes even longer.

“You don’t have to make it up to me. It’s no big deal.” He responds, “I’ll let you get back to work. Are you the last one?”

You look around briefly. Alisha was the only one still in the office when you walked back in after returning from the crisis call, and you vaguely recall her calling out goodbye to you a while ago before leaving. “Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from apologizing again. “Talk to you soon, bye.”

“Bye babe, try not to stress too much.”

After hanging up the phone, you walk over to the break room and brew yourself a cup of coffee before returning to your desk and making your way through the mountain of paperwork while waiting for your phone to ring with your supervisor returning your call, so you can finish your documentation and finally go home to your boyfriend.

A knock sounds on the front door to the office, startling you. Alisha must have locked the door behind her on her way out, so whoever is out there can’t get in.

“Y/n, it’s me.” A muffled voice calls from the other side of the door and you immediately sigh in relief, practically jogging over to open the door.

When you pull open the door, you see your boyfriend standing with a white bag that you can only assume holds food in one hand and a drink cup in the other.

“I brought food.” He holds the bag and cup up a bit higher and your heart fills with so much love for the man in front of you. Stepping across the doorway, you wrap your arms around him, reveling in the comfort his presence brings, not to mention how grateful you are that he brought you food. If he didn’t you probably wouldn’t eat until after you finished all your paperwork and finished making the necessary calls, which could easily be after 10pm.

He holds you as best as he can with his hands full.

When you step back, he hands the cup to you, “Coffee?” You ask while taking it from his hand and feeling the warmth seeping through the cup.

“Tea.”

“Oh good. I had too much coffee today.”

He follows you back to your desk, carrying the bag of food. He hands you the container, and you open it to see your favorite pasta from the restaurant that you were supposed to go to tonight. “I love you.” You look up at Jay.

“Love you too.” He says with a smile before nodding toward the stack of papers. “How much more do you have?”

The reminder of work makes you want to slam your head down against the table, but it’s scattered with documents and now food so you refrain. You scan the mess that is your desk. “The kids weren’t removed, so I have to get this safety plan finished and signed before I leave. I’ve been trying to contact foster homes to see if they can take the kids, but there’s three kids and two of them are under three.”

“But they weren’t removed?” Jay questions. He’s been listening to you talk about the ins and outs of what you do for long enough to catch the little details. If the kids weren’t removed, there is no need to have a foster placement ready.

You shake your head, “I’m not convinced they won’t be removed soon.”

“You’re worried about them.” He states quietly, knowing you so well.

You just nod, reaching for the container again as you realize how hungry you are. You find a fork and shovel a bite of pasta into your mouth.

“Want me to get out of here so you can focus or could you use some company?” He leaves the offer so open, giving you the option to tell him what you need.

“Thank you for dinner, Jay. I just need to focus on getting this stuff finished.”

He nods, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “I’m going to head back to the district. Let me know if you need anything.”

You know he’s only heading back to the district because it’s two blocks away from your office instead of the twenty minutes away that your shared apartment is.

He stands up, and you follow him, thanking him again for the food on the walk back to the door. “Lock the door and set the alarm, please?” He requests when he reaches the door, the only indication that he worries when you’re here alone.

“I’ll call when I’m done here.” You say, because you know he’s going to stay at the district until you leave the office much later tonight.

“Okay.” He pulls you in for a hug before saying goodbye.

You close and lock the door behind him before arming the alarm system like he requested. You wouldn’t admit this to Jay because you don’t want him to have any more reason to worry, but you sometimes feel scared when you have to stay late at the office alone, your thoughts always wandering to the worst case scenario, especially because of the nature of your job. Knowing that the district is only two blocks away brings some peace of mind. Knowing Jay intentionally waits there instead of going home on nights you’re working late makes you feel safe because you know if you need him, he’s only a couple minutes away.

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead fic #jay halstead fanfic #chicago pd #jay halstead x reader

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bunnyai · 3 months

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hi i ended up thinking of a story that works best as a game so.

this'll get updated more as i add more but i'm sorry

elenor - 9 years old - she/her - birthday ???

voice claim: alisha weir (matilda 2022) a small child who goes out on various misadventures and travels around with whatever means she can. she's polite and respectful, and often too trusting for her own good. has made various friends through her travels and feels awful bad about leaving, but she can't stay long!! there's so much to do!!

tiny thing in an oversized trenchcoat and a nightgown and rainboots, and the only thing on her back is the backpack her mother left her. it manages to fit quite a lot for a small bag?

her mother vanished and all she left behind was a map, so elenor is on a quest to follow the map and see where it leads

-natural born magic users are rare and most people in this world use magic via a tool or amulet. elenor and her mom are natural magic users -elenor's mom went missing and all she left behind was a map and her spacious bag. -elenor isn't particularly great at magic, she's nine. but she knows enough to do some small spells. the limited knowledge she has would force players to get creative (using a levitation spell to lift latched on loot boxes, tripping jinxes to run away from guards, small elementary things) -her full name is elenor ruby grace -loot boxes scattered around contain food to either heal or restore elenor's mana (which would be shown in a gem/meter near the top) -different towns have different minigames to earn money to spend at the shops (cosmetic changes like new a new coat or similar, or food) -not all npcs are friendly! be careful of people who seem suspicious, they will try to grab you and force you to fight your way out -different spells use different amounts of mana. small spells like magic bullets don't cost much and can be used in frequent succession. larger spells like causing a gust of wind uses more and there for players should be careful when using that (different spells are used by pressing different buttons on a gamepad or on the keyboard) -elenor's umbrella acts as a way for her to mask magic usage and not get caught -cosmetic changes are totally optional except for a mountain town you have to pass through. to get there you need to go through a portal, but due to dangerously low temps (and the fact you play as a child who's all alone) the person in charge of the portal will not let you go through without proper attire, aka a winter outfit you can get from them free of charge once you tell them ur ready)

different npcs:

- aunt victoria; a close family friend who runs an inn. due to a spell that was placed on the building you can run into her inn in any town for a quick rest. magical object is a broom. - mr nobank; one of 2 traveling salespeople you can meet. he sells all sorts of bits and bobs, usually for a high price but he's willing to trade as well. has no magical object - ms nobank; the other traveling salesperson you can meet. is nicer than her brother and is willing to give you one item from her cart if you do a small quest for her. magical object is a pen. - edith/edie grace; elenor's mother. a kind hearted woman who prefer to keep to herself in the old house outside of town with her daughter, she was a good person and great mother. one day she vanished with no word or warning, leaving behind only a never ending bag and a map to the capitol. used the umbrella to mask her magic usage.

#bunny.txt #the great misadventure of elenor grace

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lg-123 · 2 years

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That’s A New One

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!sister

Warnings: None

Overview: Eddie is used to the same old reaction when being paired up in class, except this time it’s different

masterlist

“Munson you’re with Sinclair”

Eddie’s head shot up. Sinclair, there was no way Lucas or Erica were in his senior English class. He looked around the room and noticed a girl looking at him. She looked like a mix between Lucas and Erica. He was waiting on the disgusted look but instead the girl smiled and waved at him.

“That’s a new one.” Eddie mumbled out. He looked towards Jeff who was busy writing in his notebook. Eddie looked back towards the girl only to notice she was gone. His gaze found her at the front of the classroom talking with the teacher. This was more like it; she was probably asking to change partners. He laughed at himself and looked back at his paper. Was he actually going to write it? No. He instead pulled out his notebook to continue with writing his campaign for tomorrow night’s Hellfire meeting. He somehow was going to get the group to split in half and battle each other.

“Oh! Is that for tomorrow night?” A voice spooked Eddie, causing his head to snap up. There was the girl, standing in front of him. “Yeah, it’s for my club. Hellfire.” He spoke, unsure of the reaction that was to follow.

“I know what Hellfire is. I’m Alisha, my brother and sometimes sister are members.” Alisha. The name rang a bell, Eddie remembered Lucas talking about her at the club. “I like Sinclair, both of them. They are good players.” Eddie spoke, half expecting the conversation to turn a different direction, but it didn’t. Alisha kept on talking, which made Eddie ease up. Maybe he was wrong about her.

“I know they are both so good! I can never play with them. I’m still like a level 3 elf.” The girl laughed out. Eddie thought he had died. “No way, you don’t play Dungeons and Dragons.” Eddie exclaimed, causing the group next to him to look at him and Alisha in a disgusted way. He thought she had noticed, but if she did, she just laughed it off. “I do, sometimes. I’m not big into it like Lucas and his friends, but I play when they need me to.” Eddie swore an angel had descended from heaven in front of him. They spent the entire class talking about Dungeons and Dragons and music. Neither of them realized how much they had in common, or how much they both needed the conversation. They both had not noticed that the class had dismissed, and everyone was leaving.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” Alisha spoke, giving Eddie a small wave.

“Wait!” He spoke before his brain could process. “Do you want to come to Hellfire tomorrow?”

Alisha nodded before her brain could process it. Lucas was going to kill her.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #lucas sinclair #sinclair reader #lucas's sister

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justsleepyrune · 6 months

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@fallenlondonficswap @tales-from-the-neath

In which a tailor’s shop has dubious customer service and a child preaches the virtues of slugs. Did my best to capture Nyx’s personality.. Writing them was a lot of fun! For the group swap!

General rating | Éadaoin Blank, Nyx Darkhelm, Arlen Blank | 1369 words

The tailor’s apartment was a cramped little thing, nestled between a soup shop and a millinery, crouched low underneath Veilgarden’s eaves. It was two stories, one built atop the other, with shuttered windows carefully peering into the darkness. A faint light flickered.

Nyx Darkhelm stood in front of the shop, smoothing a fold of their suit. The amber hued light woven into the dreamlike linen glittered, casting a soft glow. Behind them, a hansom cab rattled, shuddering as it stumbled down the clumsily paved streets.

Their friend had recommended the place. Surely it couldn’t be too bad.

The fox took a deep breath, their ever perfect posture stiffening further, before they knocked twice on the blue painted door. It swung open, a girl watching them curiously. “It’s too early,” she said, eyes narrowed. “We aren’t open yet.”

Nyx paused. “I must have been misinformed, my apologies,” they muttered. They glanced about the streets, considering where it would be best to wait. “I wanted to get a gift for a friend.”

She waited for a long moment, studying them. She was young. An urchin? No. She was dressed far too nicely, stood far too tall to be an urchin, even if she leaned against the frame of the door as if she had an army to back her up, as if she had no reason to be afraid, despite the late hour. “Oh, fine,” she snorted, shaking her head. A dark curl had escaped from her arrangement of hair, a few stray pins trailing. She must have been midway through disassembly. “My father won’t mind opening a little early.”

She stepped away, beckoning them into the entry hall. Someone had been drawing on the walls, scribbling in a dizzying amount of fonts. Scraps of poetry or doodles on higher levels, a childish scribble on the lower, nearest to the floor. “Interesting choice, coming here,” she called, deftly stepping over a discarded dolly faceplanted on the floor, little ribbons wrapped around its arms a colorful contrast to its dark skin. “My father isn’t known for practicality.”

Nyx paused, already halfway down the hall, considering what Alisha would like. “It doesn’t have to be practical.” It likely should be. Still, they weren’t above pushing their friend a little.

She laughed. “Your loss or luck, I suppose.” She offered no further explanation. “What’s your name?”

“Darkhelm. Nyx Darkhelm. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss..?” They trailed off, waiting for a name. A flash of their teeth in a smile, sharp rows.

The girl laughed. “Marie-Suzanne. I stick with Suzy, typically. This way.” She pushed aside a curtain of purple fabric, streaked with orange like some distant memory of a sunset sky.

They stepped inside, nearly stumbling back when the curtain fell into their face again, but braving it despite. They grinned nervously, gleaming teeth showing. They stepped inside.

The tailor’s shop was sectioned off by more curtains, making a maze out of what could have been simplicity. Holes had been cut into the sides of scattered lanterns, allowing scattered light to slip out in strange shapes and shadows. A few strips of fabric lay half sewn on a table. A mannequin wrapped in a cape of arms stood amongst a pile of tiny painted blocks.

“I’ll go tell him you’re here,” Marie-Suzanne told them, already ducking behind a curtain of sharp blue. Her footsteps trailed away.

In an instant, they were abandoned.

Nyx hesitated, fidgeting with the golden rose on their lapel, tail swishing back and forth. Doubts were beginning to swirl in their mind. Still, they were nothing if not adventurous on occasion.

“A gift?” The voice came from behind another of the curtains. “Right, of course. I’ll need specifics, of course.” The man who emerged had a child on his hip, one with Naples yellow eyes and a pale blue bow in her curly hair. He set her down and she toddled forwards, eyes focused on Nyx. They weren’t sure who to look at, with the disdainful gaze of the man, the wide eyed scrutiny of the child.

Finally, they settled on the man. The tailor, they assumed, leaning on a dragon headed cane. Strange patches of rippled material trailed up his neck, down the arms exposed from his sheer sleeve. Almost reminiscent of glass.

“Nyx Darkhelm. I’m in the process of acquiring a gift for a friend.” Another grin, their tail flicking back and forth.

“Of course,” he smiled back. It was not a kind smile. “Call me Blank.”

The little girl stomped forward, reaching for Nyx. They froze, looking down at her. Without hesitation, she bumped her forehead into their leg, then looked up at them with a wide small-toothed smile. “Hello!”

They looked down at her, then back to Blank. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing, taking a seat beside the scrap covered table. “Er, hello,” they said, standing a bit stiffer.

The little girl blinked. “You’re fluffy,” she observed, with a peculiar brand of solemnity. Her little hands formed clumsy signs as she spoke, little gestures that they did not understand. “An’ your suit glows.”

“Ah, yes. It does.”

“That’s kinda nice.”

They nodded, considering. “Yes, I do find it quite nice.”

“You should wear some purple. I like purple. It’s the color of slugs Like Bijou! Bijou is yellow an’ purple an’ my best slug ever, but I gave him away because he wanted to go do more adventures. Now I don’t have a slug, but I do have a teeny tiny snake.” She took a breath and did not stop. “I think snakes are kind of good, but slugs are better. Slugs are all small and squishy, but snakes are too tricky and say mean things. Bijou didn’t say mean things. He said nice things. Slugs are always very nice, it’s in their,” a pause and a soft mumble as she sounded out the word, “in their nature.”

They tried to look back, think of if they had ever met a slug, one that was particularly purple or named Bijou. Nothing came to mind. “I see,” they said. They, in fact, were lying. “I am not purchasing anything for me, however.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it is a gift?” They glanced to Blank again. He made no movement to do much of anything, just watched his daughter. “A gift for someone else,” they thought it best to clarify.

The little girl thought about this, taking a seat on the ground and looking up at them, before nodding. “Okay.” Before they could open their mouth, continue their conversation with the tailor, she continued. “Do you have a name?”

“Ah, yes. Nyx.” They offered a shallow bow. Éadaoin did not bow back, just sat on the floor and began to pick her nose.

“I’m Éadaoin. Are you a fox?” Behind her, Blank’s faint smile grew, his gazer sharper than there was right for. They had the feeling they were being tested. They just didn’t know what they were being tested on.

“Ah. Yes, yes, I am.”

“Huh. Okay. I’m not a fox.” She squinted up at them.

“Yes, I could tell.”

“I like your flower. It’s shiny.”

“Ah. Thank you.”

Finally, Blank saw fit to cut in. “I think that our guest may wish to place their order before my scheduled client, little one.” He pulled himself up again, a few short gestures being directed towards Éadaoin before he offered Nyx a gloved hand to shake. His smile was genuine now, if no less sharp. In some way, they had passed. “We can discuss details, payment, and time restraints, of course. If it’s a fitted garment, I’ll need some sort of measurements. We have not technically opened yet, despite Suzy’s decision otherwise, so you have approximately a half hour until my client arrives.”

They took his hand, glancing down to the little girl who had already begun to lose interest, wrapping the pale blue ribbon that had sprung from her curls around her fingers in curving loops. “Wonderful,” they nodded. “I have nearly assembled an idea.”

“We’ll work together then, complete that thought,” Blank nodded. “I believe you’ll find that I am quite skilled in making simple ideas reality.” For some reason, they believed him.

#oc: blank #others ocs #fallen london fic swap #rune writes #does blank make every potential customer interact with his kids to judge whether they're worthy of taking on?#not In Court obviously but now he has a little more freedom to judge #i hope you enjoy!!!

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nomadstucky · 1 year

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Her Savior II Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader Rating: Angsty/Fluffy WC: ~3.9K Contents & Warnings: Mentions of the abuse relationship from part I, Ari is protective - let me know if missed anything else. I know I say this every time I post, however, I want to thank @universitypenguin for the incredible beta reading. You are there every step of the way, and I am so thankful to have you a part of my writing journey! MINORS DNI Feedback is always appreciated, likes are too, but reblogs are golden! Taglist:

It had been six months since you last ran into Ari. Six months of being Elijah free. Six months of getting to know Alisha. After bringing you to the hotel of your choosing, Alisha stayed with you. For the first month. While you had appreciated the kindness, it took a lot of time to realize that there was no other shoe that would drop. No surprises. You were happy to call her your friend.

You managed to get a well paying job in the heart of the city. You were a data analyst, and you were thankful to be able to afford your own little apartment. It wasn’t very big, but it was yours and yours alone. It meant you were completely free.

Of course, you had scheduled outings with Alisha, and got to know some of her friends. Becoming close with Alisha also meant you became aware of what she did for work. It also meant you asked questions. A lot of questions revolved around her work, and co-workers. It was later revealed that Ari’s official title was consigliere, he was the right hand man to whoever ran the ‘mob’. You had learned to not ask questions regarding his work, or even Alisha’s. He was someone considered above her in the ranks. But the two got along quite well.

You call her on your way home from work one Friday.

“I’m curious if you maybe wanted to go out tonight?” You asked after exchanging pleasantries.

“What kind of outing is this? Is the goal to get blackout drunk? Party? Or just a few drinks?” She questioned.

“Oh no no! I’m not looking to get blackout drunk!! Just looking to let the stress of the week go, have a couple drinks! Nothing too crazy!”

“I’m so in!” Alisha exclaimed, “any place in particular?”

You bit your lip, “I was thinking The Lazy Jewel?”

“This wouldn’t have to do with the fact that the whole gang’ll be there would it? Including a certain Consigliere?”

You could hear the teasing lilt to her voice. Your cheeks flushed, “What? No, of course not. I just want to have a few drinks with a friend.”

Alisha giggled. “I’ll meet you there for, say seven o’clock?”

You nodded, before realizing she can’t see you. “Yeah. Seven sounds great!”

You didn’t want to take too long getting ready. Once you were home, you opted to take a quick shower, and then change into something that was appropriate for drinks with friends. Grabbing your stuff, you were off to The Lazy Jewel.

Walking up to the main door, you felt uneasy. What were you thinking? You didn’t know. You had gone insane. That was the only logical explanation. Someone behind you cleared their throat, you jumped out of the way, mumbling a short ‘sorry’.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into The Lazy Jewel. You felt out of place. This time was a little different. Taking in your surroundings, things looked a little bit more inviting, and you couldn’t figure out if it was because of your lack of company this time around, or if something had changed.

It didn’t take long before you spotted Ari. He was hard to miss, with his back facing you. Alisha saw you and practically floated over. “Hey!” She greeted. You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, before pulling the sleeve of your jacket over your hands.

She caught where your eyes went. “He’s talked about you a few times now, you know.”

You shook your head, “Oh please, he’s got much better things to think about, and talk about.” You giggled, not fully believing her, but it didn’t stop your stomach from feeling fuzzy.

“He has! He’s asked if anyone has heard from you. He wanted to make sure you were alright, but I told him I’d keep my eye on you.” Alisha grinned, and bumped your shoulder with hers. “I know he’d like to see how you’re holding up.”

You sighed wistfully. “It definitely hasn’t been easy...” You glanced over at her.

“No one said it would be, love. But you’re still doing better than most. Not everyone would be able to get out. You did.” She rubbed at your back.

“It’s all because of him.” Your voice wavered.

“No. Ari helped, but you did it. You got away. You stuck to it. You didn’t go back to him no matter how bad you may have wanted to. Or no matter how much he called, or begged, or whatever,” she assured you.

“Still. I owe a lot to him. He had a big hand in it. It feels like a ‘thank you’ isn’t enough,” you mumbled.

“Let’s get you a drink.” Alisha mused, as she led you to the bar.

Both of you had ordered, and started up a brief conversation about work, and what had gotten you down. It was nice to be here, and be able to catch up with your friend after a long couple of weeks. You hadn’t noticed Ari approach the bar, but Alisha certainly did. She even noticed the look he gave you, and waved at him.

You turned to see what she was looking at, and came face-to-face with Ari.

“O-Oh, hi.” you addressed him first.

Ari nodded, “it’s nice to see you again.”

You had noticed, he still kept a small bit of space between the two of you. “How are you?” you asked, after hearing Alisha mutter something about ‘being right back’.

The corners of Ari’s lips turned upwards, “I’m good. How have you been?”

“Better… Things are definitely better.” You pointed to the bar, “Can I get you something?”

Ari chuckled, but not in a rude, or condescending way. “Normally, I’d say yes. However, I get free drinks.”

Your face heated, and you were sure you looked like a tomato, “of course..”

“Alisha tells me you have your own place now?”

You nodded, and took a drink, “yeah, it’s just a small apartment, but it’s close to work and it’s my own.”

“That’s incredible. What do you do?” Ari stepped closer.

“I’m a data analyst at Citadel Agency.” You smiled, you truly did love what you did.

Ari frowned, “the one on 87th street?”

You nodded, “yep! Crazy isn’t it?”

Ari moved away from you, “I see. Well, congratulations on everything, but I have to go. It was nice to see you.”

He had left before you had a chance to say goodbye. Alisha came back shortly after.

“Where’d Ari go?” She asked.

You pointed to where he was, with his back facing you.

“What happened?” Alisha turned to you.

“I have no idea. We were talking, he seemed normal, and then he just flipped and started acting weird after I told him about the job.” You frowned.

“Maybe he’s just having a bad day? Ari’s known to get cold and distant when he’s had a rough day. Which happens quite a bit, actually.”

“It’s possible… I imagine he does, given his line of work. I just thought it might be different, you know? He seemed pretty interested.”

Alisha giggled, “Oh trust me. He’s interested. He’s just trying to play Mr. Cool Guy right now.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, and turned back to the bar. “You should’ve seen the look in his eyes… One minute, he was really close and his eyes were the brightest shade of blue I’d ever seen. He was so close… I literally could have touched him without moving my hand much. And the next, he stepped away from me, and his eyes turned gray.” You looked up at her.

Alisha frowned, “hey, you’re really shaken up. Do you want me to talk to him? See what’s going on?”

You shook your head, “No. He very obviously wants nothing to do with me. I’m sorry. I’m gonna go home, I shouldn’t have brought you out. I really am sorry Alisha.” You glanced over at her.

“No. No, no, you don’t have to apologize. Do you want me to come with you?”

“No. Please, I don’t need sympathy.”

“Alright. What are you doing this weekend? I could swing by with some cheesy movies, some junk food, we could have a girls weekend.”

You giggled, “Okay…” You bit your lip, shrugging your jacket on, and standing up. “Thank you.” You said to Alisha giving her a quick hug. You turned around looking for Ari, but he was gone.

“No problem. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.”

You shook your head, “There really is no point. See you later.” You waved at her, and walked outside.

Immediately heading to your car, to try and avoid the slight chill in the air.

“Hey,” You heard a voice, and turned around. Ari was standing in front of you.

You didn’t say anything, just pulled the sleeves of your jacket over your hands.

“Promise me something,” Ari glanced around, “promise me you’ll be safe.” He gently placed his hand on your bicep.

The heat from his hand radiated through your jacket, soaked into your skin. Suddenly, every other part of your body was freezing cold. “What do you mean?”

Ari sighed, removing his hand, “it's… complicated.”

“Only because you’re making it complicated, Ari. Look, I really have to go," you said, and opened the car door. Ari shut it.

“Please.” Ari leaned against the door. “Promise me.” Ari gently grasped your hand, but you pulled away as his fingers grazed yours.

“I don’t know that I can make that promise to you. Do you want to explain what the hell happened in there?” You questioned.

“I need you to promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I need to know why you’re so invested in this. In me. I mean, you tell Alisha that you want her to keep an eye on me. And then you start up a conversation with me, you seemed so interested, so genuinely happy. Then when I mentioned the new job, you flipped. You suddenly didn’t care. You were so emotionless. So please tell me. Just give me a straight answer. Not ‘its complicated’. Please Ari. I deserve at least that.”

You could feel your composure slipping, just a little. The pure want to be closer to him, for him to let you into his world was too strong.

“It’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous? Dangerous how?” You took a step closer to him.

The corners of Ari’s mouth turned upwards slightly, you would’ve missed it had he not been directly in front of you, and opened your car door.

You nodded your head twice, “of course you won’t give anything.” You mutter, putting your stuff in the car. “I promise. Okay?” You whispered, looking up at him.

“Thank you.” Ari said as he rubbed your back.

In a moment, Ari was gone back into The Lazy Jewel, and you were left with no answers.

Sighing, you got into the vehicle and drove off.

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Alisha came over the following day with movies and junk food, just as she'd promised. The movies had been discarded the moment she got there.

“He doesn’t let people in, it’s just who he is.” Alisha mentioned. Of course, the topic of conversation was Ari. It was all your mind would focus on. You were confident, when Monday rolled around, the quality of work produced would go downhill, but wouldn’t allow yourself to focus on it.

You groaned, and threw your head back against the couch. “I feel like I’m in school again. I just want him to be honest. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone to let me in their life as much as him. I want to be important to him. It’s pathetic.”

“It is not! It’s cute. You are important to him. You have to know that.”

“No. I don’t. Because he won’t let me in! It’s so frustrating. He’s asking me to make promises, but he won’t tell me why!” Your head rolled to look over at her. Alisha’s frame was shaking, she was laughing. You pouted, “It’s not funny!”

Alisha only laughed harder. You groaned, standing, and walking into the kitchen. Rifling through your cabinets you didn’t even know what you were looking for, you just didn’t want to be ridiculed. “Look, I know. I know I haven’t spent much time with him, and I don’t know him that well, but he’s… intriguing.” You slowly turned to face her, only to find her smiling at you, standing beside you.

“You’re into him.” Alisha pointed out.

“And that’s terrifying,” You tilted your head, “I don’t know what to do around him. I’m scared of what that means, Alisha.”

“I know… Ari wouldn’t hurt you though. You know at least that.”

“I don't think he’d hurt me on purpose. He’s hurting me right now though… by not being honest.”

Alisha’s gaze softened, “Let me talk to him.”

You sighed, and walked to the couch again. “Can we just watch something? I don’t want to think about him anymore.”

Alisha nodded, and put on a random movie from the Netflix that was on your tv. Though, you weren’t really paying attention to it. Still stuck in your head about Ari. Soon enough, you were asleep. Alisha got up, and draped a blanket over you before grabbing her purse and calling Ari.

He picked up after two rings. “Hey.” His voice sounded.

“I know it’s late. Can you meet me down at The Lazy Jewel?” she glanced over at you, “We need to talk.”

“Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” Ari asked, voice laced with concern.

“No.” She said, before hanging up, and quietly gathering her things, and leaving. She made sure she locked the door before getting into her car and speeding off.

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Monday came and passed with little to no problem. The biggest issue was that the barista gave you the wrong coffee, and you didn’t notice until you got to work. You thought Tuesday was going to be similar, if not the same, and it started out just as every day did. You woke up, showered, went to the coffee shop down the street, before heading to work. It’s the same steps you took everyday. It took a turn when you got to work.

Walking over to your desk, you set all your stuff down, and got out the data report your boss had asked for last week. You finished it too late last night to give it to him. Knocking on the door, you heard a gruff “come in”.

Walking into the room, you turned to shut the door behind you. “Good morning, sir. I wanted to bring this over, I finished it late last-” You were cut off upon turning around, and seeing Ari leaning against the wall opposite your boss’ desk.

Ari said your name, and nodded.

“Sorry,” you turned to your boss, “I finished the report late last night. I know it was due yesterday, but it didn’t feel right to just leave it on your desk.” You approached him, and set the report down in front of him.

“Thank you. You’re free to leave.” Your boss said, curtly, not having once taken his eyes off Ari.

“I-I didn’t know the two of you knew each other.”

You knew you could potentially get into a lot of trouble. Your boss had dismissed you. You needed to know what Ari was saying though. Was he trying to get you fired?

Your boss turned to glare at you. “Right. Right. We’ll talk later. Sorry.” You said before he could reprimand you.

You walked back to your desk, and pretended to be busy, glancing every so often at your boss’ door to see if Ari was leaving.

Ari emerged 30 minutes later, and walked right past you. You stood from your chair, and struggled to follow him.

You tugged on his arm once you had caught up with him. He turned on his heel, to see you. “Good to see you again.” He said.

“Can I have a word with you?” You replied angrily, before pulling him along with you, into a vacant hallway.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You turned on him.

Ari rolled his eyes, “I’m trying to protect you.”

“NO! You’re trying to get me fired! It is one thing for you to make me promise I’ll be careful, but another entirely to show up at my place of work! I am more than capable of protecting myself!”

Ari’s eyes narrowed. “What, like you protected yourself from your ex?” He spat at you.

Your breath hitched, you had only seen Ari this angry once. The mention of Elijah only fueled the hurt, and the tears that gathered in your eyes. “That was a low blow.”

He knew it was, yet he couldn’t stop himself from saying it. “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m only trying to help.”

“But you’re not. Why are you here?” You stubbornly wiped the fallen tears from your face.

“I already told you.”

“But you haven’t!! Gah, you’re so frustrating! Just be honest with me, for once please!! What do I need to protect myself from?! I promised you I would, but if something is dangerous I should know right?!” You shouted, more tears falling.

“You think it’s easy?! That the truth is some magic spoken word? That you speak the truth and all's right with the world?! That’s not how it works Princess. I’ve. Already. Told. You.” Ari raised his voice back.

“Why do I need to keep myself safe?! What the fuck do I not know?!”

Ari glared, “not here.”

“Fuck you.” You spat and walked around Ari.

Ari spun and grabbed your arm. “You want to try that again?” He growled out.

“Fuck. You.” You shoved his chest, forcing him to let you go.

The rest of the day passed without so much as a hiccup. You were relieved to see the clock strike 6:00. Your work day was finished. You packed all your bags up, and walked out. The air had a slight chill to it, but it was more than welcomed after spending your whole day in a stuffy office.

Your phone rang as you walked towards your apartment complex, fishing it out of your purse, you saw Alisha’s name on the screen.

You answered it immediately. “Hey!”

“What the hell happened today?!” Alisha practically shouted down the receiver.

“Okay, ease up, what’re you talking about?”

“I know Ari showed up at your work, but he got back here around 11:30 this morning, and has locked himself in his office. He’s refusing to come out!”

“I couldn’t tell you what’s wrong with him. Only that he’s a selfish prick.” You walked faster.

“What happened between you two? I mean just the other night you were talking about how your feelings for him scared you, and now you’re calling him a prick.”

“He’s lying to me!” You finally got to your apartment, and unlocked the door. “Okay? He’s lying to me.”

You walked in.

“Lying to you how?”

“He showed up today, he was talking to my boss, Alisha! He was in there for over a half an hour, definitely longer, because he was in there before I showed up! He told me he was trying to protect me! But I don’t need protection from my employer! He wouldn't answer me when I asked him to elaborate, he’s hiding something, and lying about it!” You threw your stuff down and collapsed on the bed.

“Oh my… Can you get down here? To The club tonight. Please?” Alisha asked.

“What? Alisha, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me, okay?”

“Absolutely.” You hung up, and closed your eyes for a few moments.

You sat up, and grabbed your favorite takeout menu. Not feeling like cooking. As you reached for your phone to dial, a call came through. You didn’t recognize the number, but answered anyway.

“Hello?” You scooted back against the headboard.

“Hi. Look, you probably don’t want to talk to me, but we do need to talk.” Ari’s voice rang back.

“How’d you get my number?”

“Alisha gave it to me a few weeks back. I didn’t want to alarm you by using it.”

“Of course she did. What do you want from me Ari?”

“Come by. Please. To the club, tonight, I need to talk to you…”

“Fine. I’ll be there soon. But you better be ready to answer my questions.”

Ari chuckled, “I definitely owe you some answers..”

“I’ll be there soon.”

You arrived in 20 minutes. Record timing for you. You shot a quick text off to Ari to let him know you’re there, before walking in.

Ari met you at the door. “Hi.” You said, quietly.

“Can we head somewhere a little more private?” He asked, to which you nodded, and followed him into his office. The entire way down, you heard the whispers, the quiet voices talking about the two of you. How Ari had finally met his match. You made a mental note to ask him about it.

Upon entering the room, Ari gently shut the door so as to not startle you. “I owe you an explanation.” You turned, and found Ari looking extremely guilty.

“You only suppose that now you owe me an explanation? Not like 9 hours ago?” You quipped.

“I owed you one then too, but we were still in the office building, I couldn’t just explain everything to you then.”

“Ohhh. So I deserve an explanation now, but I didn’t deserve one days ago when I was begging you in front of my car?” You glared at Ari.

He sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.”

“When you told me you got a job, I was interested. I was happy for you. The Citadel Agency used to be owned by the Howling Commandos. Steve Rogers was the old owner. When you mentioned you were working there, I thought.. I thought you may have been playing us. Then I realized why you were here in the first place, and it didn’t add up. So I thought maybe you didn’t know. I asked you to be careful because of that. I was only checking in. When I went in, and it wasn’t Curtis, it threw me. I thought they had new management. But not that they sold the company. I had to make sure you were safe. When Jake told me… I felt like a fool.” Ari didn’t realize he was slowly stepping closer to you.

You pulled your sleeves over your hands, “I owe you an apology too..”

Ari shook his head, but you cut him off.

“No, I do. I accused you. I was so rude to you. You were only trying to help. I’m so sorry.”

“If I had just been open and honest, but I wanted to be sure. Earlier today, we were likely under some sort of surveillance. I couldn’t say what I wanted. Days ago, I didn’t want to alarm you, I had to get my facts straight.”

“Well, I’m a little bummed I can’t dispute that, but I am sorry.” You joked.

Ari laughed, “It’s okay.”

“So… I’m your girl?” You slowly rocked back on your heels. “Is that what you’ve been telling everyone?”

Ari chuckled, “I haven’t said it.. But everyone can kinda see how protective over you I am. How crazy I am about you.”

Your face flushed. “Ohhh I see. Maybe you’ll let me buy you a drink sometime? Maybe somewhere that's not here?”

Ari smiled, “I think I can arrange that.”

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