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Man of The Month Part 6: June
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Summary: Thor tries to convince you of the appeal of having an Asgardian as a love match.
A/N: I wanna thank @lokisgoodgirl for giving me the inspiration for this story. and to @springdandelixn for letting me bounce ideas off of. As well as @muddyorbsblr for the positive push.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Nudity, Language, bad Google translations.
Thor paced in the common room waiting to be called down. He was twirling Stormbreaker within his palms- the action bringing peace to his mind while he ruminated over the problem at hand.
He trudged along the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the sunlight. Looking down, he could spot some of the adoring public with signs for him, and the other Avengers, at the street level. He smiled and waved as he covertly flexed his biceps to show off. He could hear the faint screams of some of the more ardent fans.
Thor prided himself on his body. He trained and fought hard to get back in shape. Especially after fighting Thanos. Never again will he feel weak and sullen. His people were safe. The world was safe. And his brother- is alive! Now if only Loki would actually live.
He needed to find a way to push his brother into action. The both of you skirted around each other like young adolescents with their first love. Initially, it was cute, but now it was just getting tiresome.
He knew that if Loki wanted something, truly wanted something, he would fight for it. He wouldn’t give up so easily. Thor assumed that Loki would’ve mentioned something about his affection towards you sooner. Especially when the whole photoshoot started, and Stark announced a gentlemanly competition amongst them for your love and affection. He thought that Loki would, in his exaggerated fashion, claim that he loved you more than anyone else on the team and that you were off limits.
So maybe a more hands-on approach was needed. He looked over to Loki who was eyeing the door to your studio all morning. When he finally looked over to Thor. Thor gave him his sweetest smile.
“Do you know whom she fancies, brother?” Thor asked him suspiciously.
“Why would I ever care to think about whom Y/N is attracted to?”
“How do you know I was speaking about Lady Y/N?” Thor raised his eyebrows and goaded him. “I can tell that you care for her Loki. Just admit it.”
“In a platonic manner, yes. I simply care for her as a friend and think that she’s overworking herself for the sake of this insane date-keeper.”
“Thor, you’re up! Scopes asked if I could get you.” Shaun interrupted their conversation.
“Thank you, Master Xu. So, tell me, is she in a good mood today?” Thor asked, a plan hatching in his head.
“Yeah, I suppose so. I had to go in there to make sure she ate. You know how she gets.” Shaun said towards Loki who just clenched his jaw.
“Oh good. She’ll have enough energy for me, then.” Thor said. Loki grew apprehensive by his statement. What could Thor be planning?
Thor stopped pacing and took off his cape, followed by his armor's top leather chest plate. The screams from outside nearly doubled in decibels. His rippling muscles were on display for the two men sitting with him as well as the rabid admirers downstairs. Lightning fizzed in the air as the gentle hum of his power radiated throughout the room.
“Dude. How do you get that muscle right here?” Shawn pointed towards his own body, asking for advice.
“I don’t know, my fellow warrior- work out?” Thor shrugged, clapping his hand on Shaun’s shoulder. Shaun just rolled his eyes.
Thor marched off towards your studio, his smile growing wide as his plans finally came together in his head.
Loki stewed as he watched his brother take his turn with you. His fury was on the verge of exploding. What was his brother planning? He didn’t know what to think when it came to Thor. At first, Loki thought that he would have to fight him for your attention. He didn’t want to admit his feelings for you, especially to Thor. He always manages to get everything Loki desired for himself.
But yesterday, Thor showed great respect in guiding you toward him. That perhaps Thor was helping him in his pursuit of you. But now, it seems the gauntlet has been thrown as Thor unashamedly disrobed and strutted like a peacock toward your studio.
“Lady Y/N?” Thor greeted as he walked through the door.
“In here Thor. On the computer. Are you ready?” You yelled out, finishing the lettering for Scott’s page.
“Almost. You said as naked as we’re comfortable with, yes?” Thor queried.
“Yes…” his question made you suspicious of what he was planning. You slowly turned the corner, hearing Thor rustle against some of the exercise equipment.
“OH MY GOD, THOR!” You yelled as you quickly covered your eyes to his full-on nakedness. It wasn’t quick enough, however. Your skin blushed and heated as the image burned itself in your mind; Thor standing proud, his sharp and distinct muscles on display as well as his -ahem- well-endowed instrument. You got a full-frontal view of his other hammer.
PENIS! Ohmigod, I saw his Penis! And you were not going to scrub the image away anytime soon.
“While I appreciate the sentiment, Lady Y/N, you do not need to call me your god. I am simply just the god of thunder. But if your exclamation is due to my superior physique, I welcome that whole-heartedly.” He said coming closer to you.
“STOP!” You held your hand out. “Stop where you are. Don’t come any closer.” Your one hand covered your eyes, while the other reached out to ensure he was far away from you.
Your hands felt warm and firm skin. Trying to figure out what you were touching without looking, you ventured your hands north, not wanting to accidentally touch Mjolnir. You peeked through the open slits of your fingers and realized you were touching his hard pecs.
“It’s all right, milady. You can look. We Asgardians don’t have those predilections to modesty as your people here in Midgard. We are open about our sexuality and propriety. You should have seen some of the more robust gatherings we’ve had in the past. Even Loki…”
“…And I’m gonna stop you right there.” You interrupted him holding your finger out to his lips.
“But I was just going to say that Loki…”
“Shhh!”
“Loki…”
“AJZZZZSSSSHHH! Shh! Stay. Right. Here. Thor. Okay? I’m gonna need a moment.” You left him in the studio, not looking back.
All Thor wanted to do was recount how Loki would be the center of attention at these bacchanalias’ revels back on Asgard. Thor’s plan was to show you that Asgardians aren’t as prudish as the Midgardians here usually are. He was going to narrate all the stories that made Loki legendary back home. Surely, Thor could’ve validated Loki’s readiness and eagerness to please a woman such as yourself. He would’ve attempted to make Loki appear as voracious and capable so that you would want to copulate with him that much sooner.
It was a foolproof plan. Why, in all the nine realms, would you deliberately push this opportunity away? Maybe she doesn’t like him back?
You walked out of the studio and slammed the door behind you. You pinched your shirt and attempted to get air through your neck as your skin continued to flush. You slid down the wall and sat in the hallway, waiting for your breath to catch you. You knew you were gonna see some things during this whole ordeal. You did not expect it to be Thor’s. And you certainly did not expect it to be that – godly.
“Darling?” Oh, holy hell! “Are you all right?” Loki’s voice settled in your ears and brought about a new pink hue throughout your body. You looked up and watched him crouch down to you. “You look uneasy. Has my brother done something?” Loki stretched out his hand and felt your forehead with the back of his fingers. The coolness of his skin sent shivers down your spine as the nearness of him heated up your core, causing you to sweat, embarrassingly so, in front of him.
“I…um…I just needed a moment. Y-your brother is in there. Naked.” You swallowed.
“He’s what?!”
“Fully naked. I saw everything.”
“Did he attempt anything? Did he hurt you?” Loki said with a simmering rage as he stood up and walked towards your studio door.
“No. No. No. Loki. It’s fine.” You said as you grabbed his hand to try and stop him. He looked down into your eyes and then at your joined hands. “He was just exuberant about the shoot. That’s all.” Loki helped you stand up, carrying you to your feet. His jaw tightened as he relished the feel of your delicate fingers in his hands.
All too soon, you took them away, not wanting to make him feel more uncomfortable than he already is.
“I apologize for my brother, Lady Y/N. Sometimes, he requires adult supervision.” Loki tried to conceal his hurt at your reluctance to hold his hand. “Would you like me to stay with you?”
“You’d do that?”
“There’s nothing else I would rather do. Of course, to watch over Thor.” Loki amended.
“Right. Of course. To watch over Thor.” You agreed.
No sooner had the two of you gone inside the studio, that Loki threw a towel at Thor’s face. “Will you cover yourself up, you brute!”
“Loki!” Thor yelled with excited glee. Maybe my plan worked after all, Thor thought. “I’m so glad you could join us brother. Although, why are you here?” Thor questioned as his eyes darted back and forth between you.
“Go on, darling. I will make sure he is proper by the time you finish your preparations.” Loki whispered into your ear. You left to get your camera set up quickly, wanting this particular shoot to be over and done with. “I was outside waiting to hear of your turn and what do I see? Y/N! Running out of her studio acting faint as if she’s seen Yggdrasil itself.” Loki whispered angrily in Thor’s ear.
“Truth be told, brother…” Thor gave him a look, raising his eyebrows. “…I mean…” Thor said pointing towards himself. “They don’t call me The Mighty Thor for nothing.”
“Pray to our father, Thor, that I don’t beat you mercilessly right now. It is by the grace of that lovely woman that I spare your life. What exactly are you trying to pull?”
“Oh, come off it, Loki. I’m on your side. I was going to tell her of your capabilities. I was going to promote your virile sensibilities and your voracious appetites. I mentioned our past exploits and the orgies we used to have back on Asgard.” Thor said clapping his brother’s shoulder. Loki’s eyes grew big with malice and shock. “If that doesn’t appeal to her, then nothing will,” Thor said winking as he put on a pair of shorts.
“You WHAT?” Loki yelled in anger.
“Thor…are you covered?” You said coming back into the room and looking down.
“Oh, he’s covered all right,” Loki grumbled through gritted teeth.
“Oh good. Ok (phew). Thor, why don’t we start with some simple shots of you standing there?”
“Wherever you want, Milady.” Thor happily obliged, standing and posing in whatever way you thought was best. Loki stood behind you, trying not to let his rage get the best of him.
Thor embarrassed him! In front of you! The misinformation, the lies, and fabricated images in your head will surely turn your favor against him. There was only one thing to do. Retaliation.
You took some snapshots of Thor, not really looking at the viewfinder or at the preview window of your camera. You were focused on getting him posed and standing still for more than a couple of seconds. Handling Thor was like handling a four-year-old hopped up on sugar and juice with ice cream to spare. So you had him burn off his extra energy on the workout equipment you had set up.
When you did decide to look through your viewfinder, you were confused. Is it the lighting? Is it- is it Thor? “Um, let’s take a couple more pictures, Thor. Maybe ones with you on in a different light.” Thor happily obliged, smiling at his brother. Loki only pulled a side of his lip up in anger.
You continued to look through your camera. Angry and confused. You kept looking back at Thor, then at your camera, then back at Thor. It was like you were capturing two different people. Maybe it will look better on the computer.
“How did they turn out, Lady Scopes? Did you capture my physique? The essence that is THOR?”
“I, um, captured something. Although, I don’t know if it’s me or maybe…” Thor came around the computer to see what your reluctance was about. As the pictures loaded on the screen one by one, Thor got angrier and angrier.
Each picture of him resembled that of what Stark liked to call ‘The Lebowski.’ His definition, his arms, his physique, all rolled together into a shapeless form of what he used to look like.
“LOKIIIIII!!!!!” Thor yelled next to you, making you cover your ears.
“What?!” Loki growled back.
“Change them back this instant!”
“No.”
“Why would you attack me like this brother?”
“Why would you embarrass me in front of…Why would you embarrass me?!”
“I did no such thing.”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did Too!”
“Did Not!”
“DID TOO!”
“DID NOT!”
“BOYS!” you yelled out. “That’s enough!” Both men looked at you, stunned. Only their mother could get both of them to stop arguing like that- with a firm, and resolute command.
“Sorry.” They both apologized in unison.
“I appreciate the apology. But what you both need to do, is apologize to each other. Thor, you embarrassed Loki and that wasn’t very nice.” Although you had no idea what he would be embarrassed about. Perhaps, it was the fact that Thor’s behavior was uncouth to him. “And Loki, it wasn’t nice to remind your brother of a very delicate time in his life. Now, say sorry to each other.” Both men looked each other in the eye and they apologized. “Jeg mente bare at du skulle komme inn i hennes gode nåder, Loke. Jeg støtter deg. Jeg vil at du skal være lykkelig.” (I only meant for you to get into her good graces, Loki. I am on your side. I only wish for you to be happy.) Thor said in Norwegian.
“Din intensjoner er gode, bror. Men, for kjærligheten av Alfǫðr, la meg klare dette selv!” (I can see that your intentions are good, brother. But for the love of the All-father, let me handle this myself!) Loki pleaded. Thor nodded his head in agreement. “Og jeg skal gjenopprette bildene dine. Jeg lover.” (And I will restore your photos. I promise.) Loki answered back in the same language, flicking his hand, and restoring the photos to their original grandeur.
You had no idea what was said. Only that the two gods shook hands. “Milady,” Loki said with a bow. “I should take my leave now. I feel like I’ve given you more work than I’ve actually helped. Plus, I don’t think Thor needs any more adult supervision,” He chuckled.
“Oh. Ok. Goodbye Loki. Thank you for your help today.” Before he left the door, you caught up to him and said, “You know, if you ever want to just come by, you’re more than welcome here.”
“Truly?” he asked amazed. His heart lightened and fluttered at your invitation.
“Ya, I mean. You certainly helped that one time with Scott. And now with Thor. I think I could use an assistant,” you smiled up at him.
“Thank you. I shall have to think about it. But just know, that I am always here if you need me,” he smiled. You nodded and turned the corner, back towards your computer, before Loki could register the happy dance you were doing internally.
“I saw that!” Thor said, surprising you from your reverie. “You like him!”
“Shhh!”
“You like my brother!” Thor exclaimed giddy and elated! “I knew it! I knew it!”
“Keep it down Thor!” You tried to silence him. You didn’t know if Loki had left your studio already, but you would be embarrassed to know if he heard anything.
“I overheard Xu and Lang talking about my brother’s fondness for you. It was quite evident to most of the team. I don’t see why my brother doesn’t see it.”
“Thor. There is no way. Those two are just making stuff up. Gossiping chicken heads.”
“But you like him. Admit it.”
“Thor, please. I’d rather keep my wits intact. I Like him. I do. Too much.” Even though you said that last line under your breath, Thor’s godly hearing still caught it. “But I’m not…”
“If you finish that sentence with something negative about yourself, dear Y/N, I will be forced to have Banner do those weekly talks with you about feelings and thoughts.”
“Ok. I won’t.” You smiled up at him.
“Du er like blind som Loke.” (You’re just as blind as Loki.)
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I'll be writing a fic on here and perhaps also AO3 of THE Guardian trying to rope several vanguard members and familiar faces into doing a set of swimsuit calendars, to be sold in the City for morale and to get more funding for the Eliskni Quarter. This will be silly.
#destiny 2#destiny titan#destiny the game#destiny fanfiction#destiny saint 14#destiny shaxx#destiny exo#saladin forge#destiny#mara sov#destiny crow#destiny guardians#elsie bray#exo stranger#calendar fic#bungie#eris morn#the drifter#mithrax#ada 1#ikora rey#xur#the big bad destiny calendar fic#the vanguard swimsuit fic
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omg i think we tagged each other at the exact same time lol!!!! tell me more about calendar fic 👀👀
Calendar fic my beloved!
Essentially the boys are submitting photos for the yearly firefighter calendar again and instead of the two of them competing Buck has the brilliant idea for him and Eddie to send in a joint submission since there's technically no rules against. His reasoning is they are both very hot and look good together which makes Eddie’s brain melt and before he knows it he and Buck are doing a little photoshoot together in tank tops and their turnout pants and even a few shirtless ones and needless to say things get very HEATED (maybe they totally fuck maybe they don't) but when Buck looks back at the photos he sees how Eddie looks at him and it's not just lust and BAM one confession and several orgasms later they are finally together
ask me about my wips
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The fic i wrote for the Naruto Calendar this year 🥰🥰🥰
A focus on Kakashi, with some team seven bonding and a little Kakashi and Sakumo moment 🥰🥰🥰
Hope you enjoy!
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Ladies and gentlemen,
It is my honour to present my ficlet for the @fellowshipofthefics Calendar with @frosticenow at the helm.
The artwork (slightly NSFW) has been done by @mathelaw (my beloved) and is included in the fic.
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Trans!Ori x OC
Warnings: NSFW, explicit, sexual fantasies, female masturbation
Small, enticing but entirely non-commital crop from the amazing artwork! ⇊
💓Snippet💓
Dortha – lovingly called Dotty by her friends – gazed down into the small garden, nestled against the slopes of the mountain dreamily.
She was relieved that Kíli was otherwise occupied as it would have mortified her to be caught staring at Ori – a friend of a friend, so to say – without having any valid excuse for her persistence ready, and she couldn’t come up with one for the life of her.
Kí was no big help anyway; he had known the handsome scribe for many years and – after reconquering the Lonely Mountain side-by-side – they were more than just childhood acquaintances; they were fast friends. Hence it was easy for him to flippantly speak as if there was nothing easier than just walking towards the said hero and striking up a conversation; for Kí, it was probably really as natural as breathing.
☞Read the rest on Ao3
As ever, lots of love from me! It was a delight to work with @mathelaw on this <3
#og post#FotFPinUpCalendar2023#IDNMT writes#fanfiction#writing#tolkien#the hobbit#calendar fic#FOTFICS calendar#spicy calendar#Tolkien calendar#October#Ori#trans!Ori#Ori x OC#my best boy#leaves#autumn#sexy dreams#minors DNI
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Holy shit, y'all
The Munsons are Catholic.
#Stranger Things#Eddie Munson#Wayne Munson#this is more religious iconography than we've seen in anybody else's home!#in the entire show!#holy shit Wayne Munson is ACTIVELY RELIGIOUS#wow I need more of THIS in fic right this goddamn second#that is an actual cloth calendar that is not a free thing you pick up at church#that is not a thing you hang up in your home by accident#(also I'm not saying guardian angels and praying hands CAN'T be some denomination of protestant)#(but that is some Catholic-ass iconography right there)
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Ten years ago, the first Ectoberweek took place. It was part of the beginning years of events celebrating the Danny Phantom phandom's creativity through themed, prompted calendars. But from all the events of 2013, ectoberweek stood out. As a fandom about "the ghost kid show," an event prompting spooky fic/art around Halloween was simply a no-brainer.
Although many events have come and gone throughout the past decade, Ectoberweek has carried on. And now, we are happy to present the Ectoberweek 2023 Calendar to all of you!
Similar to last year, this calendar provides two prompt options for each day: a one word prompt, and a two sentence horror story. You can choose to base your creations off one or both prompts each day.
(Note: The one-word prompts are not limited to artists, and the two sentence prompts are not limited to writers. Both prompts are available to anyone who wants to try them.)
All content directly related to the Danny Phantom cartoon is acceptable for this challenge. Ships, non-ships, crossovers, angst, fluff, classic art, digital art—so long as it relates to the show, how you choose to represent these prompts is entirely up to you.
Tag your work with #ectoberweek2023 so we can all see it. Happy ten years, and we cannot wait to see all the amazing directions you all will take these prompts!
✨ Art credit for this year's calendar goes to @duchi-nesten. Thank you SO MUCH for this lovely calendar! And the Cujo, who is adorable as always! ✨
All Prompts Written Out:
25: Will-o'-wisps
It finally sunk in for Jack and Maddie: no matter how alive he seemed, Danny was actually dead. So they buried him.
26: Cults
Students start to go missing. At the same time, the Guys in White go quiet.
27: Circus Gothica
Blood blossoms weren't named for their blood red color. They were named for the liquid they fed on.
28: Possession
It's not an obsession if he can keep it under control. Right?
29: Masquerade
"Would you like to know how much time you have left?" Clockwork asked. The endless ticking in the lair had never sounded so ominous.
30: Ecto-acne
“Everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.” Danny doesn’t look forward to his third time getting dissected.
31: Ten Years
It had been a decade since anyone last lived at Fenton Works. Or so people thought.
Bonus Prompt: Make a sequel to one of your own works, or create a fic/art piece to accompany an older fic/art from someone else!
#ectoberweek2023#danny phantom#ectober#halloween#dp events#fic event#art event#writing event#calendar#prompt calendar
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Namu Amida Butsu
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#gyomei himejima#stone hashira#gyomei#hi hi hi it's been a while#tl;dr dubylou discovered the joy of writing fic and forgot to draw#for er *checks calendar*#1.5 years?#anyway yes here's gyomei#the peaceful and sensitive man who likes cats and caring for small children#my art
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hectic schedules (i’ll be home for christmas)
quinn hughes x reader
words: 2,735
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your family had been friends with the hughes family ever since they moved next door to you in michigan. it worked well, with the parents all being about the same age, you and quinn in the same class, and your younger brother the grade between jack and luke. you quickly became accustomed to seeing the three boys out in the driveway or the street, hockey nets set up and pucks flying, your brother running out to join them. if it wasn’t too cold, you would sit on the porch and watch, enjoying the chaos of the game. sometimes, they would try to rope you in. you always refused. as much as you loved to watch, you would never play. you knew it would end in your feet rolling out from under you or being hit with a puck, neither of which sounded very fun.
there were times, however, when it would just be quinn outside by himself. you would see him in the driveway, shooting pucks on an empty net. so you would walk over and watch, make small talk about your assignments and the people in your class and the plans your families had made that weekend. once, he asked if you wanted to try, and held his stick out to you. you were nervous, you had never tried it before. he knew that, and he smiled.
“come here, let me show you.” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, showing you how to hold the stick and how to swing it. you almost shivered when he stepped away. you tried a few times, about half of the pucks going into the goal, and then jack and luke were running out of the house with their gear and asking where your brother was.
one thing you looked forward to every year was christmas. especially now that you were all in different places. you were still in michigan, jack and luke in new jersey, quinn in vancouver, and your brother had decided to go to ucla. your brother had been home for a week and you were already counting down the days until jack and luke would come home and get him out of your hair. as much as you loved him, he was annoying the shit out of you. luckily, three days before christmas, your phone was blowing up with texts from the boys, still trying to pull you into a game of street hockey. you walked outside to the porch, leaning on the railing.
“you guys play hockey for a living. do you not want a break from playing while you have a few days off?” they both shook their heads.
“quinn isn’t here yet, so we need you to step in,” jack tried to convince you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“you want me, the person that has only stick handled once in her life, to step in for the captain of the vancouver canucks?” they nodded, as if this wasn’t a ridiculous request. “absolutely not.” they groaned, all three boys now trying to drag you into their game, but you stood your ground. you were opening your mouth to protest again when your phone rang from your back pocket. you recognized the ringtone instantly, and a smile covered your face. you pulled your phone up to your ear as you walked back inside, closing the door on the three distraught boys.
“hey quinny,” you spoke sweetly, the smile evident in your voice as you made your way to your room.
“hey y/n.” the two words were enough for you to hear the hurt in his tone and the smile instantly dropped from your face.
“what’s wrong?” he sighed, and you could practically see him running his hand through his hair.
“i uh… it’s looking like i’m not gonna make it home.” you had to take a second to process his words. he wasn’t going to make it home? this was the first time he would ever be away for christmas. if he didn’t come home, what would you do with his present that you had so meticulously picked out? what would you do about the fact that you were possibly planning to finally, finally tell him how you truly feel about him?
“what? why not?”
“our game schedule is shitty, a game tomorrow still and another one two days after christmas.both of them are away games. plus, now i’m captain so i have some extra stuff i have to do. i just don’t think i can get away.” you wiped away the tears that were welling up in your eyes before they could spill over onto your cheeks.
“oh,” was all you whispered, afraid that if you said more, your voice would give you away. you seemed to forget how well quinn knew you, though. as he was instantly doing damage control.
“hey, we’ll see each other soon, right? i’ll be in detroit middle of january. you’re still planning on coming?” you nod, even though he can’t see you.
“yeah.”
“we can go out for dinner after, you can stay in my hotel room if you want.” your chest hurt, the thought of not seeing quinn in two days like you hoped causing your throat to close up and the tears to fall.
“yeah. um, i have to go. my mom is calling for me. see ya.” you hung up without waiting for an answer, flopping onto your bed and burying your face into the pillow. the material absorbed most of your sobs, but it was soaked with your tears by the time you fell asleep, exhausted from the rush of emotions and the crying.
the next day was terrible. you woke up in a bad mood, not wanting to talk to anyone. you spent most of the morning in your bed and the afternoon on the couch. your eyes caught quinn’s present, which sat perfectly wrapped under the tree in the corner of the living room. the sight of it just soured your mood even more. no matter how upset you were, you would never purposely miss one of quinn’s games, so you made sure you had the broadcast up and ready to go. there were lots of highs and lows, but the canucks ended up winning. you sent quinn your normal text of congratulations and then turned off the tv, tucking yourself into bed.
the next day you only climbed out of bed to get yourself ready for the christmas eve activities. you did your hair and some light makeup, pulled on the outfit you had picked out a week ago, and sat down in front of your mirror. you took a deep breath.
“okay, quinn may not be here, and this may not be the best christmas eve ever, but you’re gonna go out there and pretend it is,” you said quietly to your reflection. you gazed into the mirror for a moment, then nodded to yourself and got up.
the doorbell rang as you walked into the living room so you detoured to the front door to open it. ellen stood there smiling, a bag full of presents in her hand. behind her was jim with a crockpot and jack and luke behind him. you stepped to the side, letting the family enter the house.
“you guys know where everything goes right? presents under the tree, food in the kitchen…” you stopped as jack walked past you. “what did you bring as your offering to enter?”
“myself. pretty great gift, right?” you rolled your eyes, closing the door behind luke once he was inside.
“self absorbed brat is what you are,” you mumbled.
“i heard that!” jack called after you as you walked into the kitchen. you made small talk with your mom and ellen as the three of you finished up the food. ellen asked about your job and you told her you were looking for a new one but not in any rush to leave what you had. you congratulated her on her new role and she beamed as she told you all about it. when dinner was ready and you were about to make that fact known to the boys, luke burst into the kitchen.
“dad said we can do gifts first this year.” ellen sighed.
“of course he did. alright, let’s go. time to open gifts i guess.” you giggled as you followed behind her, your mom turning burners to low and making sure the food was okay to sit for a bit. you squeezed yourself onto the couch between luke and your brother, jack on the other side of luke and your dads on the loveseat. ellen sat next to the tree, ready to do her job of present sorting and when your mom came in she took her spot next to ellen to pass out the gifts.
everyone did a great job this year, not doing too much but still managing to hit the nail right on the head. jack and luke had both gotten you some new jewelry, ellen and jim spoiling you with face masks and self care items. you watched as everyone opened your gifts, loving the look of enjoyment on their faces when they saw what they had received. only three gifts remained under the tree, and you knew they were all for quinn. looking at them just made your heart hurt, so you tore your gaze away.
“okay! time to eat!” your mom announced. the three boys sharing the couch with you were immediately up, pushing each other to be the first to get to the kitchen. you, however, carefully put all of your presents in one bag and took your time cleaning up the tissue paper. you looked up confused when the front door opened, your mouth falling open slightly when your eyes met quinn’s.
“did you guys start without me?” he asked, a smile on his face.
“quinn?” ellen peeked around the corner, confirming that the voice she heard was, in fact, her oldest.
“merry christmas!” she was immediately back in the room, pulling him into a hug. jim wasn’t far behind and neither were jack and luke. you stood from your spot on the couch, but hung back out of the way of the family reunion. it wasn’t until quinn turned toward you that you finally spoke to him.
“i thought you weren’t able to make it.”
“found a last minute flight,” he shrugged. you couldn’t help yourself from practically jumping into his arms, taking a moment to just breathe him in.
“i’ve missed you so much.” he chuckled into your hair.
“i’ve missed you too. did you do presents already?”
“yours are still under the tree.” you pulled away just enough to look over at where his three presents sat.
“i’ll get to them. but i want you to open yours.” he pulled away from you, turned to the bag he had dropped when he walked in and pulling out a neatly wrapped box.
“let me get yours!” you were quick to run over and retrieve the gift, then sit next to him on the couch. you held the box out to him, taking the one he held out to you. it was big but light for its size.
“you first.” you smiled, pulling open the wrapping paper and then sliding the lid off the box. you smiled as you started to pull out the contents. on top was a tie blanket, two different fabrics tied together around the edges. “it took a while but i made two, one for me and one for you. and the canucks logo fabric is for me and the michigan logo is for you.”
“you went to michigan too,” you teased.
“yeah well, you actually graduated.” you set the blanket to the side then pulled out some of your favorite candy. you glanced up at quinn with a smile and then kept going. next was a small wrapped box, and you knew what was inside. quinn had gotten you a charm bracelet for christmas when you turned 18 and every year since then, a new charm has been included in your present.
“what could this be this year?” you wondered aloud. you ripped off the paper and opens the box, gasping lightly at the small 43 charm inside.
“so i’ll always be with you,” quinn said softly. you smiled up at him.
“i’ll put it on while you open yours.” there was one last thing in the box, covered by a few pieces of tissue paper. “what did you hide down here?” you asked, and quinn just laughed. you pulled the paper back, your smile growing at what lay underneath.
“figured you needed an updated jersey to wear to my games,” he said, as you pulled out a captain quinn hughes black skate jersey.
“i did. i love it.” you leaned in, pulling him into a hug the best you could with the box and the pile of things surrounding you. “thank you so much.”
“there’s actually something i wanted to ask you after you opened my gift,” quinn said, causing you to pout.
“but i want you to open mine!” he smiled, nodding.
“okay, but after i open yours.” you clapped, then started to place everything back in the box.
“okay,” you said, setting the box on the ground, “open it.” you watched as he carefully pulled the paper off the gift, balling it up and tossing it on the coffee table. he slid the top off the shoebox you had placed it in, and then pulled the book out.
“a scrapbook?”
“look inside!” you urged. quinn flipped open the cover and was met with pictures of the two of you, only a day after meeting. the pages were beautiful, telling a story and filled with memorabilia. he laughed at the picture of you on the ground, skates on your feet, and a bloody knee. you had written a caption next to it: “just one game, i promise you won’t get hurt.” that’s what quinn had told you ten minutes prior to the picture being taken. he smiled at the ticket stubs taped to the pages, for various movies, hockey games, and other places you had gone over the years. he ran his fingers over the dried flower petals of the corsage he gave you for prom, right next to the cringy pictures ellen had made you both take. you had even included the letter he wrote you when he went off to vancouver, not wanting to leave you without saying goodbye but knowing he would never be able to get his words together well enough in person.
“this is… holy shit, this is amazing!”
“you really think so?” you asked, looking down at the pages. “we’ve been through so much so there was a lot to include but in times like this, being a memory hoarder comes in handy i guess.” quinn was silent, and you assumed he was reading the letter, just like you were. but no, he was staring at you, trying to figure out if he should say something or just go for it. he decided on the former.
“y/n.” when you looked up at him, dreamy smile on your face, all thoughts went out the window. he cupped your cheeks, pulling your lips to his. he tried to convey everything he was feeling into the kiss, but he was feeling a lot. so instead, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.
“quinn…”
“what i was going to talk to you about, before you demanded that i open my present and make me fall even more in love with you,”
“you’re in love with me?” you asked, pulling away to look at him with wide, happy eyes.
“i am. and i want you to be mine because i don’t think i can go another day without you being more than my best friend.”
“i don’t think i can go another day like that either,” you admitted. he smiled, then pulled you back into a kiss, though this one was softer.
“i love you, y/n y/l/n.”
“i love you too, quinn hughes.” you could vaguely hear your mom failing to whisper something about “finally happening” from the kitchen, but you didn’t care at the moment. you had your boy the way you had always wanted him, and that was all you needed.
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Fanart Advent Calendar: Day 11
For Back in Black, by Tierra469. I love the idea behind this fic, of Castiel wondering why his wings turned black after he returned from Purgatory.
This piece is part of a personal challenge: an advent calendar that will feature one fanart a day for some of my favorite fics, from the 1st of December to the 24th.
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my SECOND piece for the @mcytblraufest !!
this time, for @theminecraftbee 's fic, [ SOLVING COUNTING SHEEP ] !! i had so much fun trying to settle on what scene to draw that i ended up with uh. Major Spoilers. dont worry about it! youll know it when you see it.
was genuinely an honor to work on this with Second, @seawaveleo, and @strifetxt !! o7
#Solving Counting Sheep#EVO smp#Evolution SMP#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#martyn inthelittlewood#inthelittlewood#grian#in the wise words of lei strifetxt. '' the presence of grian in the art is a matter of philosophy ''#mcyt au fest#mcytblraufest23#no little blurb from the story this time. youll see it in like. looks at calendar. 9 days?#anyways. go read it if you havent already PLEASE god its so GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#im definitely going to be drawing more for this fic i just. i need a min once i finish my 3rd piece#on my hands and knees. this artist can only take so much and does not ever remember his limits
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Man of The Month Part 4: April
Series Masterlist
My Masterlist
@muddyorbsblr Masterlist
Summary: It's Shaun's turn in front of the camera and he has a few tricks up his sleeve or lack thereof to impress you.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Fluff
The next day brought on a new kind of worry. Tony’s words rang in your ears, “The gun show starts with Ten Rings.”
Shang-chi, or Shaun as he asked you to call him, was gorgeous. He had the body of a well-toned athlete and the dry humor of a charming late-night talk show host. All of which would endear anyone to him.
And that’s exactly how you saw him, endearing. But did you see him as anything more? You hadn’t really thought about it.
He was very popular with the ladies. The tower was surrounded with fans for most of the guys and there would be a sprinkling of Shaun’s fans scattered within them.
The interactions you had with him were very few. You haven’t even been on a mission together. You’ve only hung out at the tower or at karaoke nights when Sam and Thor corral the rest of the team for some drunken foolery.
“So over here?” Shaun asked, bringing you back to reality.
“Ya, wherever you want.” You waved at the room as you prepared your camera. “Go wherever you feel comfortable.”
Shaun walked around your studio, trying to get a feel of where he could impress you the most. He saw some workout equipment and wondered if you would be impressed by that. He looked over to you slyly, seeing if you were watching him as he artfully took off his shirt when your eyes met.
You blushed and forced yourself not to turn away. You’ve seen these guys with their shirts off, walking around at the gym, working out. But there was something intimate about the way your eyes met when Shaun took off his shirt.
Get a grip! You’re gonna have to shoot some of the guys in less clothing. Better get used to it now.
He picked up some dumbbells and proceeded to lift them into bicep curls. You looked through the eyepiece in your camera and lined up some shots. You took a few more with him using different equipment but nothing was screaming out at you. It didn’t feel natural.
Shaun felt a little crestfallen at your lack of reaction and obvious dismay. I should’ve known it wouldn’t impress her. She works out with us every day. I need to show her something different.
He didn’t let that bother him though. Instead, he chose to stay positive and see what else he can do to impress you. So, he looked around the studio trying to see what else he might astound you with.
That’s when Shaun saw the small kitchen you had in your studio. “Is this part of your set-up?”
“Hmm? Oh no, it’s just my break area,” you said playing with the light ring. “Tony had it modularly installed so that he can keep me in here non-stop like a workhorse for this calendar.” Shaun gave you a bewildered look. “I’m joking,” you laughed. “Sorta…Tony ends up getting me delivery most days to try and stay on my good side.”
“Well, have you eaten at all today?” He asked.
“I had half a muffin earlier and two Tic Tacs.”
“That’s not a meal. That’s not even a full pastry and breath mints? Let me cook you something,” he said as he walked over to the fridge and opened it.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing in the fridge.” You said watching him as he pulled out a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon.
“Nothing in the fridge? Girl this must be hundreds if not thousands of dollars!” he exclaimed holding up the bottle.
“Tony must’ve put it in there. I don’t remember ever opening that fridge.” You laughed.
“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Shaun left the studio to go upstairs toward the communal kitchen. No one was around except for Loki, who was sitting on the living room couch reading.
Loki looked up upon hearing your door open. He was dismayed to see a half-naked man exiting your studio. Shaun waved his greeting as he headed straight to the fridge. Loki narrowed his eyes and nodded his greeting in return.
Loki watched as he pulled out a carton of eggs, amongst other groceries, and balanced them all in his arms. The last thing Shaun took was a can of whip cream, but only after looking at it decidedly longer than he should have. Making Loki uncomfortable at what he might be planning with you.
Shaun came back into the studio, arms filled with enough food to feed a small family.
“What uh- what are ya making there?” You asked as he set all the food down. He brought down eggs, cheese, and pancake mix in a bowl. From his back pocket, he pulled out a can of whip cream that he placed on the counter.
He turned to look around the kitchen for something. You used this unguarded moment to take a couple more snapshots with the remote control you had in your hand. He found an apron hung by the side of the fridge and proceeded to put it on.
You watched as he filled two champagne flutes with orange juice. After the loud pop of the champagne bottle, he continued to fill the rest of the glass.
“For today’s menu, my two specialties are omelets and pancakes,” he smiled as he handed you your mimosa. “What would the lady like this morning?” He laid a towel over his arm and bowed to you, eliciting a smile from your lips that had him take a quick breath.
“Ooh…a man that can cook. Ok, how ‘bout an omelet?”
“What would you like in it? I brought a bunch of stuff from upstairs to make it with.”
“Simple cheese would be fine. Don’t strain yourself over me,” you said blushing as you fidgeted with the remote in your hand.
“You’re no bother at all! I love to cook. I hope I get to do it with you more often,” he said laden with promises of the future. You watched Shaun work his way around the kitchen. He threw an egg in the air and cracked it with the side of the spatula. A proud grin on his face when he saw your eyes widen with surprise.
“Ooh, and he’s got tricks.” You laughed.
“That’s nothing. Watch this.” He took an egg and placed it in the crook of his elbow. He raised his eyebrows as he proceeded to curl his bicep and crack the egg open, the yolk and albumen spilling into the bowl. You stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I washed my arm.” And then you lost it. You laughed so hard at his charm and quirky sense of humor.
“How did you do that?”
“It’s not hard. I think you have the muscle for it. Here try it.” Shaun grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body so close to you as he placed an egg at the bend of your arm. His thumb grazed against your elbow as he held it. “Now flex,” he whispered. “Like you’re Thor showing off to his fangirls downstairs.”
You giggled at the silliness of it all, and you had to admit, that you were having fun. Shaun’s playful nature always made you laugh, making you feel carefree. You bit on your lip as you tried to focus on cracking the egg but instead were distracted by Shaun’s own body so close to you. You watched his graceful hands move as he flipped the pan, making a perfect half-crescent omelet. He went out of his way to make you something. And that immediately warmed your heart.
You flexed hard and tried multiple times, but the egg wouldn’t crack. The egg dropped to the floor and Shaun was quick to provide you with a new one. You laughed every time you failed. Each egg kept dropping to the floor and the two of you were making a mess everywhere.
Outside, Loki had ventured closer to your studio door. He could hear the melodic tones of your laughter as the two of you spent time together. His overactive mind giving him vivid scenarios of you laughing while Xu uses the can of whip cream he brought down. Was Shaun the one you’d been harboring feelings for? The revelation struck him blind. In all sincerity, he thought he would only have to contend with the soldiers. But the looks all around the table at that meeting a couple of days ago said otherwise.
Loki ran his hands over his face when a sudden crash went off inside your studio and he heard you scream a surprise. Worried, Loki quickly ran over to see if you needed help.
“Scopes?” Loki yelled out. The giant studio seemed empty until he heard the sweet call of your laughter coming from your kitchen.
Loki’s eyes widened at the scene he saw unfolding in front of him. You were in Shaun’s arms. The two of you covered head to toe in flour. Laughing and giggling as if you had just done something so mischievous.
“Ahem.” Loki cleared his throat out loud. You turned to face him. Your red blush showing through the white flour covering your cheeks. Shaun stood you upright and then tried to dust the pancake mix off his face.
“Loki!” you cried and pushed yourself away from Shaun’s embrace.
“I was passing by, and it sounded like you needed help outside. I wanted to make sure you were all right. But I see now that you are in...very capable hands.” Loki growled.
“I-uh, we were just…” your mind scrambled to come up with a reason as to why you were in Shaun’s arms. You didn’t think that Loki would care but you didn’t want rumors going around about something that wasn’t true. “Shaun was teaching me how to crack an egg and I slipped on the ones that fell on the floor. Luckily, he caught me, but not before I grabbed the bowl of pancake mix and launched it up into the air.”
“I see. You don’t need to explain anything to me, Scopes. I just wanted to make sure you were not in danger.” Loki said coolly.
“Thank you,” you said gently as you looked into each other’s eyes. His statement cracked your heart. Of course, he wouldn’t care. Why would Loki get jealous if you were in another man’s arms?
Shaun paused, watching the interaction between the two of you. Especially yours. A small smile played on his lips as he put all the pieces together.
Shaun bristled as Loki gave him one last stare and left the studio. Oh, no. That’s not good. Did I just get cursed by a god?
“Ah-why don’t you eat, while I clean this up.” Shaun offered.
“I can help.”
“No. No. I insist. I made this for you. You should enjoy it while it’s hot.”
“Thank you.” You said as you tucked in to your delicious cheese omelet. “It’s lovely.”
“So…” Shaun tried. “You and Loki, huh?” he said raising his eyebrow.
You choked on the morsel that was in your mouth at his statement. He patted you on the back, handing you your glass of mimosa. “I, uh…”
“Don’t deny it, Scopes. I saw how red you turned when he walked into the room.”
“Ok. I won’t! But you can’t tell anybody.”
“Why not? Just go for it. YOLO, my friend.”
“Ya and that life would end as soon as he laughs in my face and rejects me,” you mumbled as you took another sip of your glass. Shaun vaguely remembers the meeting they all had about this calendar. Apart from Tony, Clint, Rhodey, and Bruce, he was pretty sure that everyone else in that room had the hots for you.
“I don’t think…”
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone!” You demanded.
“Okay, okay I promise.” He relented. “But-” he quickly turned his expression giving way to a devious smile on his face. “-you’ll have to do something for me.”
“Oh God, what is it?” you groaned.
“You have to do three duets with me next karaoke night,” he said holding up three fingers.
“What!”
“Take it or leave it, Scopes.”
“One song.”
“Two songs!”
“Fine. Two songs. Both my choice.” You fumed.
“Deal!”
“Deal.” You both shook hands. “Now clean this up while I finish this delicious breakfast.” You commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed as he reached for the paper towels.
In the end, Shaun chose one of the candid shots you took of him as he was searching for the apron. “You make me look good.” He said staring at your computer.
“You already look good. I just took the picture.” You remarked.
Having spent most of the day cleaning and cooking, Shaun left you to finish working on his page as he went upstairs. He was surprised to find everybody there.
Loki gave him a look of annoyance as his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. “Well, it’s not me guys,” Shaun exclaimed to everyone in the group, shaking his hair of excess flour.
There was a visible sigh of relief from some of the other men who haven’t had their turn yet. Most notably from the god of mischief himself.
“Oh, let’s not all get too sad about it,” Shaun said sarcastically.
“My condolences, Mister Xu.” Vision said as he held Wanda’s hand. “I know you were looking forward to today.”
“That’s all right. I got a good singing partner out of it.”
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Setting Boundaries
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader
Rating: PG13 (form mentions of adult topics)
Summary: Javi realizes he can’t have his cake and eat it too.
A/N: I started writing husband!Javi as a married man, but I often wonder what it was like in the beginning when he and his now wife didn’t intent to have anything serious… So here’s a little drabble from that
“What are you doing here Javier?” She asked him, head leaned back on her headboard as she came down from her last orgasm.
“Huh?” He asked, confused. She had called him over… Did he interpret it wrong? And if he did, why would she let him know after they’d fucked?
“I want to know what you want. From me.”
“Think I showed you what I want from you, baby,” he teased before leaning in to kiss her. She turned her head, his lips pressing on her cheek instead. She was in no mood for lighthearted banter.
“What do you mean?”
“You never stay the night, which tells me that this is just sex. And then you cook me fancy Mexican food for dinner in my kitchen and then I think there’s something more. You haven’t introduced me to any of your friends and I’m back to thinking there’s nothing more between us. But then you drive me to the fucking market and back and tell you you don’t want me carrying all that stuff by myself. But then you won’t be seen in public with me. Or meet my friends. But then you kiss me on the forehead and remember my coffee order and send me gifts because I got tenure—” she stopped to let out a sigh. “It’s not— it’s giving me whiplash, Javi.”
He tucked his gun and badge back in his jeans but stood in place instead of leaving. She was right. He was giving her mixed messages, pushing her away and pulling her back in. Romancing her in the privacy of her apartment but leaving once he was done exacting his name out of her lips.
But she didn’t say she wanted anything serious. And he had made it clear that with the way his job was, there was no space for anything more. But he had been doing a lot more.
“Carla wants to set me up with her cousin and I don’t even know what to tell her.”
“Do you like Carla’s cousin?” He spat, suddenly incensed.
He was not a possessive man. He slept with prostitutes who had multiple men a day. He never felt jealous. He was alright with his partners having other partners as long as he didn’t catch something. Or worse, make something. But the thought of her sitting across fucking Carla’s fucking cousin at some restaurant made him want to punch a hole in the wall.
“That’s not the point!” She exclaimed, looking away from him as she got dressed. “I don’t even know what his name is. It’s just— I’m in limbo and I have no clue what I’m doing with you. We fuck on schedule but you don’t just…leave. You ask me about my job and make jokes and get me dinner before leaving. You are— It’s fucking with my head, Javier. I need boundaries. Either we just have sex and you stop all the other things— carrying my groceries, sending me gifts, cooking for me, that stuff—or you let me take you out on a date.”
“What do you want from me?” He asked, hoping she would say she just wanted sex. That she didn’t find him worthy of anything except a good fuck to drain the stress of her workday. Because then it wouldn’t be his choice. Then he could tell himself that she was the one who pushed him away, that he never had a chance with her. That date nights and cuddling on the couch were not for men like Javier Peña who’d long stowed their hearts away to stomach what they did on a daily basis.
“I like having sex with you.”
“But?” He asked, knowing there was a but. There always was.
“And,” she emphasized, as though hearing his inner thoughts and needing to argue with it. “I like when you take me to the market. I like you. I just want to know if you like me too or if getting dinner with Carla’s cousin would be cheating.”
He’d never met Carla or her cousin before but if he did, he would run them over with his jeep.
She didn’t ask him to answer immediately. Of course she didn’t. She always had to be reasonable and rational and kind to him. She wasn’t asking anything of him, didn’t demand that they date. She just wanted to know where they stood. Fair enough.
“It wouldn’t be cheating.”
The words left a bitter taste in his mouth. She could have dinner with whoever she liked. Carla’s cousins, Tíos, dad. Some fucked up trio with Carla and her husband. It wasn’t his concern. She’d be better off with any of those men.
In retrospect, he should’ve know how mad it would’ve driven him.
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( 📞 ) LOVERS’ TV — JUNGWON SHORT FIC
[ DAY ONE ] of the advent calendar !
( 📞 ) NOW CALLING . . . a christmas movie night with your lover was a great idea, until someone fell asleep before the movie could end…
( ꕤ ) NOW PAIRING . . . bf!jungwon x gn!reader
( 📞 ) NOW GENRES . . . fluff, established relationship
( ꕤ ) NOW WARNINGS . . . none i think ~~ WC 600+ !
( 📞 ) NOW HANGING UP . . . first fic for the winter mlist yay !! with jungwon being the first idol i ever made a fic about , i just had to make him the first day for this event 🫶 !!
You've long dreamt of having a movie night, especially the idea of binge-watching Christmas films with someone special. Jungwon holds that idea in mind—he never forgets what you want. Eager to be the best partner he can be, he’s all in for sharing the activities you've been wishing for, like this movie night.
The only problem was that he was on a trip, being far apart from you. What stung more was that he wouldn’t be around for the initial days of December; he was due to return mid-month. However, he's known for making efforts just for you.
So, how about an online movie date?
He was really excited about this idea because he was still able to bond with you overseas in a special way. And to his excitement, you thought it was also a great idea, having the movie night happen at 8 PM—well, in your timezone. Despite the huge time zone differences, Jungwon set the date night that could fit within your schedule.
And with that, the hours quickly flew by, and with Jungwon setting up his laptop. He stared at the time eagerly, watching it hit 8 PM, calling you at that exact time. You quickly answered, and he had the brightest smile on his face.
“Hi,” you said as you got yourself comfortable in your bed, setting your laptop onto your lap. “Hey love,” you heard that sweet tone in his voice, making you break into a smile. You looked at the screen, looking at your boyfriend in a gray hoodie, fiddling around with the strings of it. “What movie do you want to watch?”
"Hm…Oh! How about watching 'The Nightmares Before Christmas?'" you suggested enthusiastically, noticing your boyfriend's questionable expression. "I heard that movie was more on the scary side rather than Christmassy..."
"It can't be something you can't handle!" you assured him, which he eventually agreed to share his screen and stream the movie.
"I'll trust your word on it."
"Lying down was not a good idea," Jungwon admitted as he felt his eyelids growing heavy. No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes or blinked repeatedly, drowsiness weighed heavily on him. He let out a yawn, drawing your attention.
“Jungwon?” You interrupted his yawn, slightly surprising him as if you caught him doing something terrible.
“Yeah?”
“You tired?”
“Just getting myself comfortable, that’s all.”
“What time is it for you?”
"2:30 A.M," he glanced at the clock, instantly regretting revealing he was up at such a late hour. He might have gotten away with it if he'd said it was 10 PM, but no, he had to ruin his cover. Oh how ready he was for another scolding.
“Jungwon!” You stared at the screen, watching him awkwardly scratch the back of his head. “Why are you even up at this time?”
“Because you wanted to have a movie night, and I wanted to spend the first few days of December with you—and I picked a timezone suitable for you.” He confessed, and you just couldn’t help but have a smile. “It just didn’t work out on my end…I guess?”
“Won, I appreciate that, but shouldn’t you be asleep right now? I mean, we can always pause the movie and continue next time—you’ve got things to do tomorrow.” you suggested. However, he was set on finishing the movie that night. You knew Jungwon well enough to realize he was determined, and so you both continued watching.
But as anticipated, once Jungwon settled into a comfortable position, it was inevitable that he'd fall asleep. Within ten minutes, there was no longer any commentary about the movie.
“Won?” you whispered loud enough, noticing he didn’t move a single bit. Smiling at his peaceful appearance, you paused the movie and ended the call, already feeling his absence.
You opened the messaging app and began typing with a playful smirk,
Who said we had to finish the movie tonight?
You, but you feel asleep! It’s okay though, we can always watch together next time!
And maybe, you won’t doze off <3
You shut your laptop, rolling onto your side and tugging the blanket closer. Sleep was much needed, not only for rest but also to ensure you'd have extra time to see Jungwon in the morning, you figured.
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Sweets (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)
A Merry Fic-Mas - December 8
Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.
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Happy Festive Frankie Friday! 🎄
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI; smut, oral sex (m receiving), established relationship, reference to P in V sex
Word Count: 824 words
Summary: Frankie’s smutty imagination means you’ll never look at a candy cane ever again without giggling.
Is there anywhere better to be on a cold winter night in mid-December than curled up on the couch with Frankie, watching a cheesy old Christmas TV special? He’s snacking on buttered popcorn and drinking a beer, while you suck thoughtfully on your favourite holiday sweet: a classic, red and white striped, peppermint candy cane.
Frankie shifts in his seat and exhales, long and slow. “Jesus, fuck.”
You stop sucking and look at him, a little startled at the outburst.
His coffee-dark brown eyes are looking at you with softness and need, his breath hitching a little as his broad chest rises and falls under the warm, brushed cotton plaid shirt he’s wearing.
He swallows hard as his eyes wander to your mouth.
“Baby? What’s up?”
Frankie flushes pink. “It’s…fuck. It’s the way you’re sucking that candy. It’s…fuck, my mind is in the fuckin’ gutter.”
He chuckles, but you can still see the tension written all over his face and throughout his body. And then it dawns on you.
“Francisco Morales. An innocent little candy cane, and that’s what you start thinking of?”
Your eyes fall to his crotch, and you realise just how hard Frankie’s been thinking about…that.
A cheeky smile spreads across his beautiful, boyish face. “It’s not my fault, baby. It’s that mouth of yours, all pretty and perfect and…”
He leans in and kisses you, groaning with pleasure and need.
You put the candy cane down on a coaster and face him properly, cupping his face in your hands and caressing his patchy whiskers with your thumbs.
“What do you want, Frankie? Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
His eyes widen as he looks at your mouth, then meet your gaze. “Need your mouth on me, baby. Please.”
You push back the coffee table to give yourself a little more room and sink to your knees in front of him, parting his legs so that you can move between them.
Frankie’s breathing grows more rapid as you unbutton the waistband of his jeans and tug down the zipper, exposing his cock straining against the light fabric of his boxer briefs. With a smile, you lift up the hem of his shirt just enough to plant a series of kisses down his soft middle, from his belly button down the fine trail of dark hair, until you reach the band of his underwear.
“Fuck, please. Please, baby.”
“I love you, Francisco. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
With a careful tug of his boxers, his cock springs free: already hard and leaking with pre-come in anticipation. You hum happily to yourself as you wrap your fingers around his length, stroking the velvety skin a couple of times as you lick your lips.
“Beautiful boy.”
He moans raggedly as you slip him into your mouth, gently building up a rhythm and keeping your palm wrapped around the base.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” Frankie’s hips buck upwards as you take him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock.
You stop for a moment to check in. “You okay, love?”
He’s panting hard, now, head rolling back. “Fuckin’ amazing, baby. Just…fuck…tingly, or something.”
“Oh god, Frankie.” You can’t help but giggle. “It’s the peppermint. I’m sorry.”
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Keep going, baby,” he murmurs. “Feels so good.”
You grin and lick a long, slow stripe up the side of his gorgeous dick before starting to suck again, carefully taking more and more of him before glancing up to meet his gaze again.
It’s always a pleasure to take care of him like this, to make your love feel so good, just the way he likes: to watch just how wrecked this big, strong man becomes under the touch of your hand and the gentle, rhythmic motions of your mouth.
Vulnerability is never too far from Frankie’s gorgeous face, but he never looks more vulnerable - nor more gorgeous - than in moments like this. Him, buried inside you and sweat leaving a sheen on his brow, kissing you deeply as he’s about to come. You, between his thighs, moaning with delight as you feel his broad hand reach out to hold your head in place as you bring him closer and closer to his release.
He pants harder and harder, babbling about how much he loves you, loves your pretty mouth, loves it wrapped around him. Frankie comes with a cry, reaching for your free hand to hold it as he spills into your throat.
He opens his eyes, hazy with pleasure, and caresses your cheek. With a languid tilt of his head, he beckons you back up to his side.
“C’mere, sweet thing. Your turn, now.”
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Febuwhump: Day Four
“Obedience” — @febuwhump prompt!
If this doesn’t have Ambrose’s name written all over it >:)
Intoxicating Fear — part Xi
Read part one here
Continued from here
TW: forced to obey, mentions of SH, SH implied and referred to, mentions of scars, past Whump implied, past sh implied, past sh inferred, kidnapped Whumpee, captive Whumpee, sadistic whumper,
*~*~*~*~*
Kit walked out of his room a few hours later, looking worse off than before he went in, but Ambrose didn’t question him as he walked over to the kettle and filled it with water. He just sat at the table, watching him as he moved about, doing his best to ignore Ambrose’s stares.
Ambrose had Kit’s phone in between his thumb and index finger, using his fourth finger to twirl it slowly, in a controlled motion over itself and back again.
Kit took a mug out from the cupboard above the counter, spooned three spoons of coffee into a cup clanging the metal spoon into the mug and turning to face Ambrose. He was wedged in the corner, crossing his arms over his chest as he shrugged and asked: “what?”
Ambrose smiled, “what do you mean what?”
“Don’t play coy, Ambrose,” Kit said with a groan, wiping a hand down his face. “It doesn’t suit you. I can hear your cogs turning in your brain.”
Ambrose’s smile turned coy, “isn’t that my power, Mallory?”
Kit scoffed and turned, throwing his hands in the air.
“Whatever,” he mumbled to himself as the kettle boiled, the switch flipping up as the water rumbled soothingly within. “I’ll probably find out soon enough anyway.”
Ambrose’s smile fell when Kit turned his back, his eyebrows drawing together in quiet contemplation, whether to broach the subject or not.
“I’ve been thinking Kit,” Ambrose said after a while.
“Uh-oh,” said Kit, stirring his coffee.
Ambrose smiled, despite himself, at Kit’s inability to shut up sometimes. Kit turned again, steaming hot cup cradled between his palms as he regarded Ambrose with an impassive expression.
“Should I be worried?” Kit asked, taking a tentative sip.
Ambrose let out a soft laugh. “No. It’s actually something that could benefit both of us,” said Ambrose. Kit’s eyebrows shot to the ceiling, then immediately pinched themselves down into a frown, suspicious and on guard immediately.
“I know,” said Ambrose. “You have every right to be skeptical, but I think… after recent events that we should consider a way to do things more effectively.”
Kit’s lips curled back into a snarl, like that of a stray dogs. “You mean you want to be more efficient in how you torture me?!”
“No,” Ambrose said, dark eyes meeting Kit’s light ones, bright with anger. “I think we should be able to have a conversation without getting defensive.”
Kit scoffed, rolling his eyes to the sky. “I wonder, god, gee Ambrose, you’re right. I wonder why the fuck we can’t be civil with each other. It’s a real head scratcher, huh?”
Ambrose’s voice took an edge to it and Kit’s mockery fell vanished in their throat.
“There is no reason we can’t both somehow get along.”
“I don’t know, Rosy,” Kit said, which drew a cutting stare from Ambrose. “Somehow getting along with my torturer is not on my bingo card this year.”
Ambrose laughed. He laughed a moment too long at Kit’s outburst, before he settled his gaze on Kit again and his entire expression went blank like the fucking psychopath he was.
“I could take every single freedom from you, Kit,” said Ambrose, voice full of sadistic promise. Kit swallowed hard, and covered it up with a sip of his coffee. “I could have you on your knees right now begging me to hurt you again—“
“You would just love that wouldn’t you?” Kit snapped. Ambrose inclined his head at Kit, a warning, so Kit shut up.
“The truth of the matter is that I don’t want you to be some drooling, half formed thing,” Ambrose said, leaving the phone on the table and getting to his feet. Kit’s expression faltered for a moment, fear flashing across his features before schooling them neutral again.
Ambrose approached slowly. Kit took an unconscious step back but was quickly reminded that he was standing in the corner of his kitchenette and silently cursed himself for cornering himself.
“I want you to struggle and fight me, otherwise you wouldn’t be as entertaining,” he said getting closer and closer. Kit tightened his grip on the mug to stop his hands from shaking. “I want you to have your free will and be, well, Kit, because you are the most fun I’ve ever had.”
Kit swallowed, wanting to look away but too scared to do it. “Glad to be of service.”
“See?” Ambrose said, eyes bright and voice brighter as he stood in front of Kit, forcing Kit to stare up at him. “You just can’t help yourself.”
Something flittered across Ambrose’s face that Kit couldn’t quite identify. “Your defiance is what makes you so fun, but, it’s tiring subduing you all the time.”
Kit didn’t dare speak, no matter how much he wanted to. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled when Ambrose put his hands on the edge of the counters boxing Kit in more. Ambrose leaned in, teeth bared in a wolfish smile as Kit’s eyes widened and he leaned back awkwardly to try and keep some space between him and his tormentor.
“See? That fear,” Ambrose whispered, as if he was saying a prayer, eyes searching Kit’s face and drinking in every last detail, every minute wince or flinch or hint of discomfort. “You just can’t bury it no matter how hard you try to hide it from me. It’s commendable really, but, this doesn’t have to be just me benefiting from this relationship.”
“Relationship?!” Kit breathed with a scoff, disgust written across his face and lacing every syllable. “I want nothing to do with you!”
“But wouldn’t you enjoy your life a bit more if there were days where I didn’t have to wrestle every piece of your defiance from your body?”
The words left Kit speechless. His chest rising and falling in time with Ambrose’s. The thought of not having to worry about Ambrose’s power invading his mind sounded too good to be true, so foreign. How long had it been since Kit didn’t have to worry about Ambrose torturing him for fun? To worry about what he was going to say in case it flipped a switch in Ambrose’s brain and made him hurt Kit.
Kit was tired. He was exhausted. Life before Ambrose seemed like a dream, not a reality. He missed being ignorant. He missed not having to be terrified every day.
Ambrose got his answer when Kit’s shoulders dropped.
“See? You want it just as much as I do.”
Ambrose leaned back, backing out of Kit’s space and allowing him to stand properly again. Kit’s eyes dropped to the floor as shame flooded his system.
Deferring to a Villain?! Who was he? He was so weak, how could he kid himself into being a Hero when he couldn’t even fight a Villain for himself?!
“What do you suggest?” Kit asked, voice quiet and broken. How could thoughts of freedom take this much life from his body?! The guilt burned red up Kit’s neck, but he couldn’t not concede. He was exhausted. He just wanted a little semblance of normalcy, and if that price was whatever Ambrose named then so be it.
“Your… obedience,” Ambrose said. The words hit Kit in the chest harder than a kick from a horse. His head snapped up, eyes locking onto Ambrose’s in accusation.
“You want my consent to hurt me?!” Kit barked out with a humourless laugh. “No. Absolutely not.”
Ambrose rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. “Would you just hear me out before making a judgement?”
Kit grit his teeth behind closed lips and nodded.
“I was thinking about it all. The amount of power I have to use to subdue you everyday, not letting you use your power, not letting you leave the house. It doesn’t all happen naturally. My power’s working overtime 24/7 with you. It’s getting exhausting.”
Kit’s eyes narrowed but he said nothing. Oh boo-fucking-who, he thought, torturing someone takes effort, poor Ambrose.
“So I came up with a proposition if you dare to consider it. I will leave you alone for most of the week,” he said, and Kit’s heart stuttered to a stop. It must have shown on his face given Ambrose’s smirk. “I will pop in sometimes, only two or three times a week. All I ask if that you obey this little schedule change without fighting me.”
Kit’s words came out breathless, “so you do want me to consent to being tortured,” he said, an unreadable expression screwing his face up tight.
“Think of it more as consent to not being tortured as you are now,” said Ambrose taking a step closer, closing the gap between them again. He placed a hand on Kit’s cheek, thumb hooked under his chin and tilted Kit’s head up. Dark eyes searching Kit’s. “Don’t you want to be free of me, even if just for a little while?”
Kit’s bottom lip trembled. He did, he wanted it more than anything. He wanted to have some kind of normal life even if it meant agreeing to this outrageous condition. He missed his life, he missed Superhero and his job. He missed grocery shopping and late nights with his friends. He missed being able to make decisions for himself.
“What else does obedience entail?” Kit asked, spitting the word obedience as if it was some monstrous creature.
Ambrose’s eyes shined a little at the question. “It means that when I do come and see you, you drop everything. You can still fight me, still defy me, curse me out do whatever you need to — but you simply accept it.”
Kit worried his bottom lip, eyes going faraway as he considered Ambrose’s proposal. Ambrose stepped away again, turning to lean against the opposite counter in the kitchenette. He crossed his arms over his chest again, regarding Kit as he mulled everything over.
“I can see you’re conflicted, Kit, so let me sweeten the deal,” that got Kit’s hesitant eyes back on Ambrose. “If you agree to this, I won’t attack another Hero.”
It seemed as if all air left Kit’s lungs, like an anvil had fallen from the sky and landed on Kit’s shoulders weighing them down suddenly. This was Ambrose’s ultimate cruelty. Appealing to Kit’s heroic nature, forcing him to be a martyr and shoulder the burden of Ambrose’s torment to save other heroes, the people he loves. His friends, hell, at this point his family.
Kit swallowed hard. He didn’t want to be heroic, he didn’t want to shoulder this unfair burden. He didn’t want to protect everyone from this torture, he wanted… he just wanted to be left alone.
If you agree to this, I won’t attack another hero.
Which really was a double edged sword.
If you don’t agree to this, I will attack another hero. Take another Hero hostage, do everything I’ve done to you and more. Break them, and when they break I will let you know that it’s all because you didn’t take my deal. Then Ambrose would probably present the deal to Kit again and Kit would take it, the guilt forcing his hand.
“I can have a normal life?” Kit asked, not meeting Ambrose’s gaze.
“Semi-normal, but I can’t see why not,” Ambrose replied.
“And I’m guessing I can’t tell anyone about our little arrangement?” Kit asked, voice mutinous. Ambrose stepped closer and put a hand on Kit’s shoulder. Kit suppressed a flinch, he hated Ambrose touching him. Kit glared up at Ambrose.
“If you like I can make you forget about it all until you see my face, then you could really live a life.”
“In ignorance,” Kit spat, batting Ambrose’a hand away. “No thanks. I’d rather know what’s coming than be caught unaware again.”
Ambrose smirked. “Fine by me.”
Kit licked his lips, passing his coffee cup into his left hand before extending his right to Ambrose. “Fine then. Deal.”
“Ah,” Ambrose said, holding up a finger, “I think we should try this out before you accept.”
Kit’s eyes narrowed and let out a soft tch of disapproval. He knew Ambrose wasn’t going to make it as easy as he made it out to be.
“You’re already reneging on your deal,” Kit said, looking to the side and taking a long, slow sip of his coffee. Ambrose stepped back again to lean against the opposite counter.
“I’m not, just consider this a test,” said Ambrose thoughtfully, rolling the words around his mouth thoughtfully before speaking. Kit rolled his eyes and set his mug down on the countertop with a dull thud.
He shrugged his shoulders and said: “fine. What do you want me to do?”
Ambrose’s eyes lit up in that eerie way they did when he got an awful idea to further humiliate or caused Kit pain.
“Let’s start with something easy,” said Ambrose simply, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets. “How about… sit?”
Kit scoffed and walked towards the chair beside the table. Ambrose’s voice stopped him again with a soft, “Ah.”
“What?” Kit demanded. “You said sit. I’m going to sit.”
“I didn’t say sit on a chair, Mallory.”
Kit’s eyes burned as well as the tips of his ears, shoulders bunched up. He clenched his fists at his sides and turned to face Ambrose again.
“What? You want me to sit on the ground? Like a dog?”
“Your words,” said Ambrose with an innocent smile. “Not mine.”
Kit grit his teeth, glaring up at Ambrose and keeping eye contact as he bent his knee and dropped to the ground. He planted his butt firmly on the ground and crossed his legs.
“Now,” Kit spat. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
“Good,” said Kit, moving to get to his feet again. Ambrose pressed a boot down on Kit’s ankle to stop him from getting up. Kit clenched his fists tight but settled himself back onto the ground.
“I didn’t say you could get up, Mallory,” Ambrose chides, removing his foot from Kit’s ankle.
Kit crossed his arms across his chest in a huff like a child throwing a tantrum but he didn’t care. He didn’t care what Ambrose thought of him.
“You’re such a dick,” said Kit, grumpy.
“Look at you, you’re adorable. Are you pouting?”
Kit bared his teeth up at Ambrose in reply. “Okay, you can stand up now,” said Ambrose.
Kit scoffed and remained stubbornly on the floor. “Fuck you.”
Ambrose shrugged theatrically. “Fine, I guess I was expecting too much of you when I proposed my deal.”
An obvious ploy for Kit to protest, but still Kit couldn’t do anything but protest. The thought of freedom… it was too enticing to say no to.
“Wait,” Kit grumbled, casting his eyes to the floor as his mind screamed at him for obeying Ambrose at all. Of his own free will!“Just… wait.”
Kit swallowed hard and got to his feet, still not meeting Ambrose’s hungry stare. “Kit,” Ambrose said, but Kit still didn’t look at him.
“Kit, look at me.”
Kit felt his blood flood his cheeks with humiliation as he raised his head to meet Ambrose’s gaze. His hands were shaking, with anger or frustration or shame Kit didn’t know, but he knew they were shaking and that he didn’t want them to.
“Show me your scars,” said Ambrose.
Kit took a step backwards, as if Ambrose had just assaulted him. His lips curled up and he cut his hand through the air as if to say enough.
“No,” Kit said, voice thick. “No.”
Ambrose tilted his head to the side. “Will I have to say everything twice, Mallory?”
“You are fucking loving this aren’t you?” Kit hissed, throwing his hands up in a helpless sort of gesture. “Whether I agree to your deal or not it doesn’t matter because you still get to hurt me like this. You’re fucking sick. You disgust me.”
Ambrose stared at Kit’s emotional outburst like one would judging the weather from their bedroom window in the morning. “Do I have to say it again, or are you flat out refusing?”
“Fine!” Kit snapped, voice higher, almost hysterical. Kit reached up to grab the collar of his shirt and hoisted it over his head to reveal his back, not taking it off all the way. He turned his back to Ambrose and said: “that one on my left shoulder? That’s from a nasty run in with Other Villain when Another Hero called for aid on a mission. I got it from his fucking scythe if you can believe it—”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“Here,” said Kit, turning again and shrugging his shirt back on before lifting the bottom of it to reveal the scar just above his hip. It wasn’t one but three. “Villain’s whip,” Kit told Ambrose. “It stung like a bitch but she only ever caught me once with it.”
Kit flung his shirt down and grinned at Ambrose. “There, Rosy. I showed you my scars. I obeyed your fucking command. Are you happy?”
Ambrose hummed in the back of his throat. “We must be spending too much time together, Mallory. You’re starting to understand the power of words.”
Kit’s eyes narrowed into slits. “You learn to when your freedom is limited by them.”
Ambrose didn’t say anything for a moment. He pursed his lips together, taking his hands from his pockets.
“Perhaps the deal was too premature,” Ambrose said. Kit’s heart skipped a beat in his chest, his throat suddenly dry at the prospect of losing his chance at a semi-normal life again. “I’m sorry Kit,” said Ambrose. He meant it too, because he turned to go but Kit’s hand shot out before he could stop himself and grabbed Ambrose’s arm stopping him from leaving.
“Kit?” Ambrose asked, looking down at the hand on his arm then at Kit’s face which was hidden behind his hair, his head tilted down.
“Okay,” Kit whispered. “I’ll show you… you just… you have to use the right words.”
Ambrose stiffened under Kit. “Which are?”
“You said show me your scars. The scars on my arm? They’re not mine,” Kit continued in that same grave, self-hating voice. He raised his head to meet Ambrose’s black eyes with his own haunted gaze. “They’re yours. I didn’t earn them, they mean nothing to me. My scars are mine, wholly mine. I got them.”
Kit ignored the way his voice cracked and let Ambrose go, rolling up his sleeve. “Not these. I didn’t get these, they were forced on me, much like you are. So there. Have I passed your fucking obedience training, or do you want me to bark?”
Ambrose couldn’t help but be a little impressed at Kit’s speech. He didn’t even look down at Kit’s arms the whole time that Kit spoke. He was too focused on the spark of defiance that defined Kit in his mind. The way it left a strange sort of glow to Kit’s features, made them brighter, more animated and life like. As if fighting back the rage he wanted to scream at Ambrose was going to energise other parts of his body.
He didn’t tremble once. He didn’t shake. Everything he said he was certain of, and he didn’t fear any retribution because of it. Ambrose wanted to see more of it, not less, and he feared if he kept Kit isolated and locked away from life forever that spark would dwindle down into nothing. He could search the entire planet ten times over and never find something like it again.
Ambrose smiled. “No Kit. You proved that you can do what you say.”
Kit’s eyes went to Ambrose’s with that same delicious conviction. Ambrose stuck his hand out and Kit shook it.
“I think we have a deal.”
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