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daisygirlwrites · 1 year

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Could you be able to do a headcanon of a video game night with the 141, I keep thinking about that headcanon in the third part of the ghost headcanon

Game Night Headcanons (Task Force 141 + afab!Reader)

note: König and Horangi appear, no use of (Y/N)

a/n: hey hey, this was really fun to write and there might be a second part to this. also this is a little shorter than normal, sorry about that. anyways, thank you all so much for reading!

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @warenai , @devilsfoodcake22 , @itsscromp , @dilfsaremyfavourite, @imalovernotahater , @cutiecusp , @allen-444

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The typical 141 game night, more often than not, leads to a fist fight at some point

As well as name calling, accusations, threats and sometimes, crying. Last part is done by Crash most times

It wasn’t like this before. Game night was more relaxed. There was usually multiple systems and even board games going at once

That is until Soap suggested Mario Kart. He was whining on about how he wanted the group to play together, even for one round

You and the others give into his insistent whining. However, Price used his ‘old man’ card to get out of playing and agreed to watch from the sidelines.

It took a while to convince Ghost to join, Soap literally begging on his hands and knees. But it was you that ultimately got him to play, by taunting him. There is still a rivalry going on between you two though it’s become friendly in recent times.

Your taunting worked, calling him an old man to his face and that he’s probably embarrassed to play because it’s the one thing he’s bad at. The thing that pissed him off most was you told him that he’s a ‘has-been’

He stares at you as you give him a smug grin back. Ghost opens his hand towards Soap, not breaking eye contact with you, he says one word, “Controller.” Johnny lets out a little “whoo!” and places a switch controller onto his hand

Ghost would either main Shy Guy, Dry Bones or Dry Bowser for obvious reasons

Soap plays Bowser or Bowser Jr. He mentions something about having a similar hairstyle as them. (Bonus points if he’s matching with Ghost)

Gaz plays as Toad because the little screams Toad makes is low key funny

Crash usually plays as Isabelle but whenever Ghost joins, she switches to King Boo

First game, Crash wins with Ghost coming close at second place. Lowkey, Crash got real nervous during the last lap since Ghost was in the lead but with the magic called button smashing, she kept blue-shelling him.

Second game, Ghost absolutely demolished everyone, paying close attention to you.

You, being a sore loser, calls him out for cheating and demand a rematch

To everyone’s surprise, he does. And round after round, he beats everyone

Gaz was speechless, Soap looks at the Lieutenant with awe and it took everything in you to not bitch slap Ghost

The little argument becomes a little bit too intense which turns into a yelling match

Crash : “Bitch do you want me to jump across this table because I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY FOR THIS, OKAY?!” Ghost, with a shit eating grin under his mask : “You feeling froggy? Leap.” Crash, rolling up her sleeves : “Okay, well here I come."

Price, who was napping on the lazy chair while they played, woke up to a scuffle. Lifting up his hat, he takes in the scene in front of him:

You were very animated, talking with your hands as you argue with the Lieutenant. Ghost has his hands on his hips, back straightened as he looks down at you.

Soap was in-between you and Ghost, hand on the latter's chest and the other on your shoulder, keeping distance from each other. He looked a little nervous, being literally in the middle of Ghost and essentially, a mini Ghost. "Hey, let's talk this out first, no need for fightin'!"

Gaz had a hand on your other shoulder, trying to pull you away. He would lift you up, and he can, but he doesn't want to get his ass beat by someone who's five foot four

Price, after watching them for a couple minutes, finally steps in.

Had to use the 'dad voice' on everyone

That weeks game night ends there

The next one though, basically the same thing happens. Only difference is that you guys were playing Super Smash Bros.

Ghost would either play Dark Samus, Sheik, Cloud or Snake

Soap plays Bowser, Roy or Ryu

Gaz usually plays as Lucario or Ness, but sometimes switches to Marth

Crash mains Kirby, however she does have a soft spot for all of the cute game mascots (especially Pikachu)

Same thing happens, Ghost beats everyone and you start an argument because "No one his age knows how to play."

"For God's sake, Crash, I'm twenty-nine!" "Pretty fuckin' old to me." "We're six years apart, Tiny."

You low key hated that nickname. It was a reminder to you that everyone else was six foot and taller.

With no hesitation, you jump towards him

Thankfully, this time Price is awake and grabs you just in time

He holds you back as you shout "These hands are rated E for Everyone"

After that, game night was cancelled for a while, for oblivious reasons

That is until the KorTac team joins them. Game night is brought back since it's good for 'team bonding'

It's mostly König and Horangi that hangs out with them, with Hutch occasionally coming by

All of them are really good at Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros.

It was kind of embarrassing for the 141 to get beat against the new guys

Everyone was nice at first but as game nights continue, König lets out a snide comment

"Thought you guys are the best of the best. Guess you're not good at everything."

As much as you liked König, you were not gonna let that slide. Same with Ghost

Both of you form a truce and team up together

As you were on the field, both of you are a deadly combination

Unsurprisingly, you win. But learning from previous mistakes, you behave yourself.

König and Horangi lose gracefully, telling you "GG" and even apologizing for the comment he made earlier

Price gives a sigh of relief, not wanting to break up a fight, especially since one of them is almost seven feet tall

Other games the team plays:

Halo (specifically the first three). Ghost doesn't say but he low key relates to Master Chief. Soap likes it because there's a pretty lady that talks to him

Mario Party. Price has to supervise

Mortal Kombat and Street Fighter. Everyone is surprisingly chill when they play those two. Just something about Super Smash Bros that gets they hyped up

Untitled Goose Game and Goat Simulator. It's mostly you and Gaz playing. Funny games that makes you forget about the world for a few hours

The team also plays card and board games as well but that's for another time

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nhlclover · 8 months

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enchanted | cole caufield

summary: an enchanting night with your brother's teammate changes the way you feel about dating

request: yes / no

warnings: NOT proof read, drinking, kissing

a/n: based on ‘enchanted’ by taylor swift. whoo mama she's a long one! also sorry if this lowkey sucks i combined two different fics into one, regretted my decision, but perservered

word count: 2.57k

You pause the episode of Survivor, tuning into the muffled conversation you could hear from the kitchen. It was Nick and Caitlin, although their raised volume indicated that they were arguing, which was bizarre. It had been a bit over 6 months since you’d lived with your brother and his girlfriend and not once had you heard them argue, let alone get in a serious disagreement.

Their voices approached your room accompanied by footsteps. The room is brightened by the hall light as they appear in the doorway, dressed to go out.

“What?” You ask in a monotone voice.

“We’re going to Kirby’s house for a party.” He tells you.

“Okay? Have fun.” You say, wondering why he felt the need to tell you.

“No I mean we as in all of us. You’re coming too.” He says.

You roll your eyes, pulling the comforter over your torso. “I’m not really in the mood for partying with your teammates, Nick.”

“Don’t care. You’re coming with us, y/n.” Nick said, turning on the bedside lamp. “It’s getting a little sad, all of this moping. I mean I’m pretty sure it’s been a week since you’ve seen sunlight.”

“Nick, she just got broken up with, cut her some slack.” Caitlin says from the doorway.

“Thank you, Caitlin. See this is why I like her better than you, she shows me compassion.” You say.

“To hell with compassion.” Nick rolls his eyes. “You guys dated for less than two months, he didn’t even know your middle name.”

“Can’t you just let me be sad?” You ask. “I don’t know why you want me to come with you guys.”

“Because if mom knew that you were just lying in bed, eating chips and binging Survivor, she wouldn’t be happy with either of us.” Nick pointed out your depressing habits. He yanked the comforter off you, taking your laptop and putting it on the desk. “Now get dressed we leave in 15 minutes.”

You groan, watching him walk out of the room with Caitlin shooting you a look of sympathy before she walks out too. Not that he deserves the credit, but Nick was partially right. You had only been dating for two months, so your moping about this one guy was a little extreme, but he was the third guy that you had gone out with only to get dumped less than two months later. It was getting frustrating as you started to wonder if something about you was turning all these guys away.

Another thing he was right about was that you hadn’t left the apartment in over a week. Even you were starting to get a little disappointed in yourself.

You forced yourself out of bed and into your closet to pick out an outfit. You pick out a black miniskirt and a black corset top, finding an oversized leather jacket in the closet to wear over. You got some block-heeled boots to finish off the look.

You have enough energy to get out of bed and get dressed, but not enough to put any effort into makeup or hair. You took my hair out of its braid, tousling it a bit, while putting on a bit of mascara on your eyelashes.

You grab your purse, heading to the living room where Caitlin and Nick are waiting. Nick eyes your outfit, then shakes his head.

“No, that skirt’s way too short, go change.” Nick says. You go to protest but Caitlin speaks before you can.

“Get off her ass, Nick. She looks good.” She says. She hooks her arm with yours as you head out. You get in Nick’s car, the short drive getting you guys to Kirby’s house in a few minutes

Immediately you regret your decision. You thought was going to be just Nick’s teammates but it became apparent that you were wrong as there had to be 100 people in the room. This is the exact opposite environment you wanted to be in at the moment, with sweaty bodies on either side of you as soon as you stepped into the room.

“Nick!” A voice shouts.

Kirby swoops in out of nowhere, scooping up Nick in his arms, giving his captain a hug.

“Hey, Kirbs.” Nick chuckles as he’s put back down.

You quickly zone out of their conversation, looking around the room at the different guests of Kirby’s party. You sport various Habs players and their significant others around the room, but mostly people you don’t know.

It was somewhere in the middle of another unamusing joke that you were prepared to exhibit some forced laughter when you spotted him across the room. His familiar face grinned as he downed the last couple drops of his drink, then began to make his way over to you.

“Hey, boys.” Cole says as he approaches. “Hey, Caitlin.”

“Cole, wassup bud,” Nick says, dapping him up.

Cole turned to you. “Hey, y/n.” He said, a smile tugging on his lips.

The first time you’d met Cole was two years ago during the Stanley Cup Finals when Montreal played Tampa. It was Cole’s first year in the league, and you had just wrapped up your sophomore year at Western.

At the time, you’d developed a small crush on your brother’s teammate. It was nothing huge, truly just a passing crush, like the ones you’d had on the boys you’d see once in your lectures.

Then you transferred to McGill and moved in with Nick. Cole became a frequent presence in your life, being a good friend of your brothers. Your once ‘small crush’ bloomed into something stronger. But Nick had already made it clear long ago that he didn’t want you crushing on any of his teammates. Ever.

So, you moved on. You let your crush on Cole get shoved down deep as you moved on to other guys.

“Nick!” Someone shouted from within the house.

Suddenly Chris Wideman is pushing through people, barreling towards your brother and engulfing him in a hug.

“C’mon man, you’ve gotta see Slaf right now.” He says.

Within seconds, Kirby, Nick, and Caitlin are out of the room, leaving just you and Cole. He looks over at you but you avoid eye contact.

“Did Nick drag you here?” Cole asks, making you finally look at him.

Oh, his eyes.

“How’d you know?” You ask.

“I’ve seen you smile, like a real smile, and the entire time Kirby was talking and cracking jokes and you were smiling? That was not a real smile.” He says.

He notices my smile?

“Um, yeah. Nick forced me here. Pulled the brother card.” You say, making Cole laugh. “I would genuinely rather be anywhere else, parties aren’t really my thing.”

Cole looks around, then back to you.

“Listen, I’ll go back in there, nab a bottle of something and bring it back.” Cole says. “We can find somewhere to sit and take a break from them. Because if I’m being truthful, I can’t stand most of the people here.”

You laugh, watching Cole enter the kitchen. He returns a minute later, an unopened bottle of Malibu in his hand

“Jackpot.” He says, holding it up.

The pair of you walk through the hall to the back door, exiting the stuffy kitchen. You guys head for the pool, sitting down at the edge, removing your shoes and sticking your feet in the crystal water. Cole unscrews the cap, takes a sip, and pulls a face as he swallows.

“I forgot I hate coconut.” He says. You laugh, taking the bottle from him and taking a swig.

Conversation soon finds you naturally, not running out of things to say, topics flowing from one to the other. Hours passed by as you guys sat at the edge of the pool simply talking your way through the bottle of rum.

“Who do you love?” Cole asks suddenly.

You choke on the rum you’d just sipped, laughing as a blush forms on Cole’s cheeks as he tries to backtrack.

“What…what I meant was are you… are you dating someone?” Coke says, eventually falling into laughter himself. “Fuck that was so weird of me, I’m sorry.”

Once your laughter subsides, you take a swig from the bottle. “Um, no one at the moment.” You say.

“Really?” Cole says, a shocked look on his face.

“Yeah.” You nod. “I haven’t exactly had the best luck in dating these past few months.”

“That’s surprising.” Cole says.

“Why’s that surprising?” You ask.

“Well... you’re so… I mean…” Cole stumbles over his words. “Y’know you’re being a bottle hog.”

Cole grabs the bottle, taking a large swig himself. You allowed the moment to change but his question lingered in your mind.

It was somewhere around 2 AM when you finally checked your phone. Several text messages and phone calls from Nick and Caitlin appeared in your notifications.

“Shit.” You say, clicking on his contact and calling Nick back.

“Where are you?” Nick asks, a hint of anger and fear in his voice.

“I’m just in the backyard.” You tell him.

“Why the hell are you in the backyard?” Nick asks, then relaying the message to someone, no doubt Caitlin.

“I needed fresh air.” You say.

Nick continues to scold you, telling you how worried he was when he couldn’t find you or get a hold of you. He tells you that they’re leaving now and to hurry up. You stand up, grabbing your shoes in one hand. Cole follows close behind as you make your way to the front of the house.

“Wait, hold on.” Cole says, grabbing your hand and pulling you back slightly. “I can’t go around front. If Nick sees me with you, both of us wasted on Malibu, I don’t think he’d be too happy with me.”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Thank you, for tonight. I haven’t had this much fun in a while.” You say.

Cole smiles and agrees. The pair of you stand there, caught. Part of you doesn’t want to leave him just yet, feeling too much was left unsaid. You don’t know how long to two of you are standing there staring, but you’re yanked out of it as Cole pulls you into him, your lips crashing together.

His stubble lightly scratches your chin, goosebumps prickling down your spine. His hands find your hips, and needing to close in the space, he pulls your body into his. You break apart, left a little shocked by what Cole had just done.

“I uh… Nick’s waiting.” Is all you can say.

You spin on your heel, walking towards the driveway, leaving Cole there. You regret it as soon as you’re around the corner, spotting Nick in front of the house standing next to his car. You nearly turn around to go back to Cole, but Nick spots you, chastising you for taking so much time. You shove yourself into the back seat, looking out the window.

The kiss plays on repeat in your head the whole way home, your cheeks heating up as you remember his hands on your hips, gripping onto your jacket in an attempt to pull you closer.

You get home, beelining for your room, afraid that Nick or Caitlin would try to ask questions about your demeanour or why you were in the backyard. The kiss and the conversations keep you up, wanting to replay them over and over in order to not forget them. Eventually, you fall asleep, the feeling of Cole’s lips never leaving your mind.

You wake up in the late morning, the sun beaming in making the room a little too bright for your sensitive eyes. You trudge out into the kitchen, noticing the silent house. On the counter was a note from Nick and Caitlin, saying they’d gone to run errands and that they wouldn’t be back till later.

You took the opportunity to bask in the quiet apartment, making yourself breakfast. A few minutes later there’s a knock on the door. You open the door to Cole. His hands shoved in his pockets, a backwards hat on his head. Upon seeing you, a soft smile spreads on his lips.

“Oh, hey Cole.” You say. “Um, Nick’s not home right now.”

“Oh…I’m not here for Nick.” Cole says. “Can I come in?”

You step aside, letting Cole step in, shutting the door behind him. You’re suddenly painfully aware of your outfit, wearing an old McGill shirt and a pair of men's boxers that had been repurposed as sleep shorts. Your hair was pulled back in a messy braid, strands of hair having fallen out during the night.

“I think it might’ve been a mistake. Me kissing you last night.” Cole says.

“W-why?” You ask.

Cole’s brows furrow. “Well after I kissed you, you just said ‘Nick’s waiting’. Didn’t exactly seem like the reaction of someone who enjoyed the kiss.”

“Well, how else are you supposed to react when the guy you like kisses you out of nowhere? It kind of catches you off guard a bit don’t you think?” You blurt out. You clamp your mouth shut, but a small smile appears on Cole’s lips.

“What? Do you like me?” Cole asks. He steps towards you as you offer him no response.

Part of you, the rational part of you, is screaming at you to step back. Not only were you just in multiple failed relationships, but Cole was your brother’s teammate and friend. He was part of the one group of people you knew Nick would never approve of.

But the other part of you wants him to kiss you again. You want to feel that rush you got when he put his hands on your body, the chills that went up your spine when his stubble scratched your chin.

“Do you or do you not like me?” Cole asks, taking another few steps towards you.

He’s right there. Right in your face. And you can’t help but kiss him.

Your hands go up to the sides of his face, pressing your lips to his. Cole doesn’t hesitate to put his hands on your waist, instead tugging on your shirt to draw you in. The same chill-inducing rush comes back, Cole pushing his tongue past your lips.

You’re about to let him carry you to the couch and take control when you hear keys jingling in the door. You jump back, nearly pushing Cole away. Nick and Caitlin come through the door, grocery bags in hand. When they spot Cole, looks of confusion paint their faces.

“Cole?” Nick asks. “What’re you doing here?’

“I uh… wanted to see if you wanted to work out with me today. Maybe play a bit of tennis too?” Cole asks.

“You couldn’t text me? Or call?” Nick laughed.

“I left my phone at Kirby’s last night.” Cole says.

You know Cole’s lying but Nick doesn’t and seems to buy his lie. “Uh yeah let’s do it.” Nick says. “Just let me put away the groceries and I’ll be good to go.”

Nick and Caitlin begin to put the groceries away. When they aren’t looking, you shoot Cole a look which he reads as ‘what the hell did you get yourself into?’.

Cole quietly steps over, leaning over. “Looks like I’m going to the gym.” He whispers. “I’ll text you later.”

You shoot him a smile, walking to your room, replaying the events of last night and a few minutes ago in your head.

#cole caufield #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield x reader #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #montreal canadiens #habs #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl players

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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Can I resquest for a drabble? Maybe something where Cillian is dating an athlete? Maybe he watches a game of hers? I would also love it if the reader plays volleyball ☺️ thank you, lovey!

I'm going to be honest... i don't remember the last time I've played a sport, so I used google to look about information on Volleyball! So if it's not completely right, I'm sorry !!!

You stood on the sideline biting your fingernails as you waited for the game to start. Cillian was no where to be seen and it made your heart break a little bit. Your thoughts disappeared when you heard the sound of the whistle being blown. You ran out with the other girls as your sneakers made some noise on the gym floor. You did one final scan of the large crowd and to be fair, there were a bunch of people so it was heard to see but you could spot his eyes a mile away.

"Hey! You okay?" Your team mate asked as you line up for back line player positions.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine! Just overthinking about Cillian." You shrugged and before your team mate could answer the ball was coming at you , so you ran forward as fast as you could to dive and spike it over the net. You got it over and scored the first point for your team. Your team mates gave you high fives as you all repositioned. As you looked around, your heart stopped when you seen Cillian sneaking in and he gave you a smile wave which made you pay more attention to him than the ball which hit you on the side of the head. A loud sea of gasps were let out as you stood there with your jaw on the floor. Your hand went on the side of your head and gave it a rub before you shook your head.

"I'm fine!" You yelled out and held up your hands. Your coach double checked that you were okay before he let you play again. Back in the game, you were giving it your all. You made two more scores for your team!

Cillian kept his eyes on you and cheered you on when you got the ball over the net . "That's it baby!! WHOO'" he clapped his hands together before he sat back on the bench . You looked over at him with a bright smile and focused back on the very close game. Cillian watched as you bent forward. He shouldn't be turned on but the way the shorts fit your ass was a nice view. The game came to an end and your team won as your best friend made the winning spike!

Your team ran and hugged each other in a giant group before you seen Cillian walking towards you. "And you thought he wasn't coming!" Your best friend smirked at you before she pushed you into his direction. "Have fun love birds!" She teased you while making kissy faces.

Cillian stood there holding a small bouquet of flowers. "These , they're for you!" He handed you the flowers before giving you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed a little bit before he wrapped his arms around you and swayed back and forth before he walked with you to get your bag. Once you had your bag, he took it from you, put it on his shoulder and held your hand as he took you back to his car.

"Ya hungry love?" Cillian tossed your stuff in the back.

"I could eat... but I do believe that since I won.... you owe me something." You leaned in and Cillian kissed you hard before his tongue slipped inside your mouth.

"Mmmhmm but I mean actual sex cillian!" You mumbled against his lips.

"I know baby, I know. Dinner first and then I'll take ya home and give ya everyting ya want!" Cillian kissed you heavier this time before he pulled away to start your very adventurous night.

#cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy blurb #Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy drabble #cillian murphy x fem!reader #Cillian Murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #emsblurbs

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spookymystery67 · 2 months

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Wow, I missed posting last week. I'm a loser. Sorry. Truthfully I was not fully in it last week, or this week for that matter. But I wanted something posted and it's freaking confession time so I persevered and did it! Whoo! This chapter is a tad bit shorter and I have never, ever written a scene like this before so it was an experience. Hopefully my reading experience didn't make it suck as bad. I'm trying. I really am lmao. Enjoy!

Chapter 18:

The next morning, you said your goodbyes to Jill as she had to leave to finish her mission while you had to make your way back to the hotel you and Ada were sharing. You were sad to leave your friend once again, and you could only hope that life will be kinder to her. Maybe you will run into each other again at some point in the future.

Maybe once Umbrella was gone for good.

You were nervous to walk through the door of the room you shared with Ada. You wanted to tell her how you felt, but your doubt and insecurities were going to make it ten times harder to do.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the negative thoughts, before doing the secret knock you and Ada came up with early on, as she has the only key to the room.

You listened for movement from inside as the door abruptly opened and Ada stood in front of you with a deadpan look on her face.

“Y/n. How was your little sleepover?” She asked, tone nonchalant as she walked away, back facing you. You could tell from the way her shoulders have tensed that she was bothered by something.

“Uh, it was good. It was nice catching up with her after so long.” You said as you walked into the room, keeping your eyes on her as you shut and re-locked the door behind you.

Ada huffed as she sorted and packed her things in her duffle bag. “I'm glad you had fun. Start packing your things. We're heading out soon.” She aggressively shoved a dress into her bag.

You hesitated. “Are- are you okay?”

“Fine.” Ada dismissed.

You hummed, watching her as she was still turned away from you. “You know, we talked about you last night.”

“Did you now?” Ada drawled, uninterested in whatever you and Jill talked about.

You took a slow, hesitant step forward. “Yeah. She brought something to my attention. Something about you.”

Ada paused before slowly turning to face you, arms crossed, hip jutted to her right. “What about me?” She asked, ready to defend herself as she assumed the worst.

You took a deep breath and another hesitant step forward. “She told me you were jealous.”

She raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“Mhmm. Jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Of her. Jealous of the way we interacted with each other.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Right.”

You walked closer to her, now only a few feet apart. “You shouldn't be jealous of her. She's only a friend.” You said before she could speak.

“I'm your friend.” She snapped, arms still crossed as her frustration rose.

You can't help but smile, her feelings for you becoming more clear now that Jill had helped you open your eyes. “You are. And you know I can have more than one friend, right?”

Ada scoffed with an eye roll. “Uh huh.”

You decide to just tell her right now before she becomes more upset. “But… maybe me and you can be something more than just friends.”

Ada's face fell in shock, completely taken aback from the sudden turn in the conversation. “Y-you… I'm sorry. What?”

Huh, she stuttered. It wasn’t often that you got Ada Wong to stutter.

You take a deep breath. “Look. I've never done this before so there is a good chance that I might embarass myself by saying this but, I like you, Ada. I really like you. And I think I have for a while now. I have always admired you. Even when we first met. The entire time we were in Raccoon City together I was trying to convince myself that I hated you, but I didn't. I don’t. I've always found it very hard to hate you.” You paused, looking down and away from Ada who just stared at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher. You quickly lost what courage you had started with when you couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. “But, um, if you don't feel the same way as I do then that's fine. Just figured I should let you… know.” You finished awkwardly.

From the corner of your eye you saw Ada take a slow step forward, as if she was afraid she would frighten you, before taking another more confident step. Then another, and another.

Once she was close enough, she reached her right hand down to take your chin in a gentle grasp with her pointer finger and thumb, carefully moving your head up to make eye contact with her.

She gave you a moment to allow you to pull away from her if you so choose, before her straight, unreadable, face broke into a warm, gentle smile that she has only ever shown to you.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” She asked, her warm smile and gentle grasp on your face still there as she patiently waited for your response.

You were dumbfounded, completely caught off guard, having not at all expected this outcome. Fully expecting to be denied. Not embraced.

Your cheeks flushed as you worked through the brain fuzz her touch caused, quickly nodding your consent. “Yes.”

Her smile widened before she slowly closed the space between the two of you. Her warm, glossed lips, connected with yours almost hesitantly in a slow, but affectionate kiss. Giving you time to get used to it. Used to her. She kept you in a weak hold in case you decided to pull away.

You responded to the hesitation by moving your arms around her to hug her waist, bringing her closer to you in encouragement. Wanting to show her you truly meant every word of your confession.

You wanted to be more. You wanted to be with her.

She responded to the encouragement with eager, yet gentle, enthusiasm. The hand on your chin moved to be placed on the back of your head as her other hand came up to cup your cheek in her palm, urging you to be closer to her.

The kiss was pure bliss and felt like it lasted for hours, but in actuality it only lasted a few short minutes before you had to pull away. You both gasped for the air that you neglected during the moment you had both waited years for and thought would never happen. Ada looked at you with pure joy and admiration in her eyes that you returned, before she pulled you forward once more for a quick peck on the lips.

“So, that's what you and Jill talked about? Us?” Ada asked after a few moments, your face still held in her hands.

You nodded. “She helped me realize that you might feel the same way I do.”

Ada hummed as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against yours. “I might have to thank her whenever I see her again. She was right. I do like you. In fact, I might even go as far as to say that I love you, Y/n.”

You smiled wide as you laughed, face flushed with pure joy as you pulled your head back slightly to face her properly. “You just had to one up my confession, didn't you.” You teased her.

Ada shrugged with a grin. “I mean, you get full points for admitting it first and getting the ball rolling. But I didn't think you would admit your full feelings for me if I didn't do it first.”

Leave it to Ada to notice that you avoided the L-word for the word like. She was right. You didn't say it first because you didn't want to scare her off for good.

“You're right.” You admitted.

“As usual.” Ada teased, still hugging you close.

“Shut up and let me confess.” You playfully shoved her shoulder, before taking another breath. “I love you too, Ada.”

Her teasing smile softened as she pulled you in for another slow kiss, before pulling away and placing a short peck to your head.

“I’m glad you admitted it first. I had convinced myself you didn’t feel the same way and that it would never happen. Was just going to continue living in the friend zone for the rest of my life.” Ada said as you two separated, her dragging you to sit beside her on the edge of the bed.

“Funny. I was the same way. When Jill first brought it to my attention, I didn’t believe her.” You said as you grabbed her hand in yours.

Ada seemed surprised by your statement. “Why not? You’re smart, hilarious, and kind. Not to mention gorgeous. But I see you for more than just your looks. You’re the first person I’ve met in a while to accept me for me. You don’t try to change every part of who I am. You understand that not everything in this life is simply just black and white. You actually take the time to understand my thoughts and opinions in situations where we disagree.”

“You do the same. Like what happened with the files and Jill.” You pointed out.

She nodded, squeezing your hand. “The point is, you taking the time to have those conversations just proves that you care. That I’m not just a pretty face to you. That I actually mean something to someone. Something to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that. So, I love you, Y/n. I mean it.”

You nearly wanted to tear up from her words. The honesty and vulnerability she was showing you right now was something you never thought either of you would have with one another. The fact that she was comfortable enough with you to tell you this made your heart hurt in the best way.

Instead of crying, you smiled, pulling her into an embrace that made you want to hold on tight and never let go. Ada immediately returned your embrace and held you with the same amount of strength that you held her in. Usually you could only stand hugs with people for a short amount of time. But with her, you would happily stay in her arms forever if she wanted you to.

“And I love you, Ada.”

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #jill valentine #leon kennedy #raccoon city #claire redfield

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madneedshelp · 2 years

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Jealous Much? - Steve Harrington x Fem Reader/ Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

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This series will have two parts and then I’m writing two separate endings, one for Billy and one for Steve because I can’t choose who to pick so I’ll just write both let you pick :)

Summary: Y/N needs to keep her mind off of her crush on Steve Harrington, so what better way to do that than a little fun with Billy Hargrove?

Part one:

As you stood in the noisy kitchen, wearing a little black dress that was way too little for Halloween night, you realized how badly you wanted to go home. You should've never put on the stupid witch costume and showed up to this stupid party. Nancy had asked you and Jonathan to show up though, and you weren't sure if Jonathan would, so one Byers twin would have to be enough.

Your eyes found Steve and Nancy dancing in the corner. They had dressed as characters from "Risky Business." You felt your eyes lingering on Steve for a moment too long and cursed yourself. You weren't going to do this. You liked Nancy, and you liked that Steve was happy. A stupid crush was not going to cause you to hurt both of your friends.

Instead, you got another refill of punch and checked the time. It was late, and it looked like Jonathan wasn't coming after all. A spark of hope flared in you as someone walked in the door, but it quickly disappeared. It was just Billy Hargrove.

Just Billy Hargrove seemed like a bit of an understatement, if you were being honest. He had on a leather jacket without a shirt underneath, and his muscular chest glistened. You weren't sure if that last part should've been attractive or disgusting, but he looked too good for you to debate that too heavily.

Billy marched straight up to Steve, and you groaned. You just loved when boys liked to have turf wars about who was "King" or some shit. Nancy broke away from Steve and paced into the kitchen herself.

"Hey. What's in this?" Nancy asked, peeking in the punch bowl.

"Pure fuel! Pure fuel! Whoo!" One of the more intoxicated bystanders answered before you could say, "Tastes like ass."

Nancy poured herself a cup and started to chug it.

"Whoa, I wouldn't recommend doing that, I'm like three cups in and halfway to shitfaced," you joked, but then watched as your friend drained the cup. "Everything okay, Nancy?"

Before Nancy could answer, Steve sauntered over and leaned against the counter. Nancy went to get another glass before he stopped her.

"Hey, whoa, whoa! Take it easy, Nance," He went to grab the cup.

You could sense an argument about to ensue, and took that as your cue to exit. You wandered into the living room, glancing back at the not-so-happy couple. They definitely seemed more tense as of late. Not that you were hoping for bad things between them, you did want your friends happy. You had just noticed some fighting, that's all.

You tossed your punch cup into the garbage and headed over to the crowd of people dancing. You may have exaggerated the whole "halfway to shitfaced" line, but you were feeling slightly buzzed. Just enough that you were feeling like dancing.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing looking at Steve Harrington like that?" A husky, male voice whispered in your ear.

You turned to face none other than Billy Hargrove.

"What's a douchebag like you think is worth bothering me for?" You smirked, eyes roving over the boy standing before you.

"Ohhh, so the kitten has claws. Didn't peg you for the jealous type," Billy returned your smirk and took a drag from his cigarette.

"What can I say, I'm full of surprises." You took the cigarette from his hands and took a long drag before returning it to his fingers.

Billy stepped closer and snaked his free hand around your waist. "Don't look now, but it looks like 'King Steve' can be jealous too."

Billy's eyes flashed to Steve momentarily before drifting back down to you.

"He has no reason to be jealous, so that seems like a load of bullshit to me," You rolled your eyes.

"Well what do you say we test that theory?" Billy leaned his face closer to yours.

You knew Billy was just looking for a way to rile Steve up. He was new in town and wanted to make this place his domain. Really, it made him kind of an asshole. You realized all of this, but at that moment you didn't care. You decided to make the worst possible choice you could, just for tonight.

"I'd say you have a deal, Hargrove." You twined your arms around Billy's neck and pressed your lips to his.

Billy wasted no time in stubbing out his cigarette on the nearby ashtray and moving both hands onto your waist. They slowly drifted lower and lower. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You couldn't help the small noise you made when he slid his tongue into your mouth. Maybe this distraction wasn't such a bad choice after all. You’d been good for a decently long time. Why shouldn't you be able to let loose a little?

"Let's move this upstairs," He drawled against your lips, in between kisses.

"Agreed," you breathed.

"Hold on tight, sweetheart." Billy's hands went to the back of your thighs, and you kept your arms around his neck as he hoisted you up.

You didn't have to look back to feel Steve's eyes on you as Billy carried you upstairs. In fact, you didn't look back. You weren’t going to let Steve Harrington overrun your thoughts anymore.

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The second part will be linked here tomorrow:

Part Two

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things #fanfic #imagines #x y/n #writing #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy stranger things #steve harrington #jealousy

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roxannarambles · 1 year

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title: tesoro

ship: nemona x juliana (fluff, pre-romance)

summary: mr. jacq’s students give their final reports on their treasure hunt

notes: edited the story, tweaked a few things, I like it better now! (also, it’s in second-person POV now. apologies if second person isn’t your thing. but I kept accidentally slipping into that pov a zillion times so I just went with it)

It was time for the class to give their oral reports on the Treasure Hunt, and you were nervous as heck.

Yes, the time spent during your independent study had been incredible, but it did come with one downside. It was still technically part of your class curriculum, so every student was expected to write and submit a paper about their experiences, as well as deliver an oral report to the class. Honestly, it wasn't particularly difficult. Most students simply went up there and rambled a bit about whatever they spent the past six months doing.

A lot of students talked about trying out the gym circuit, or about the different towns they'd visited, or about a really cool and rare pokemon they'd stumbled across while out hiking, or what-have-you. One student loved fishing so they talked about all the different places they'd fished, another student was obsessed with hunting shiny pokemon, another student had researched the historical ruins scattered throughout Paldea. It was actually kind of fun hearing about everyone's experiences.

Or at least, it would have been, if you could have focused at all. But you were too busy feeling anxious about your own presentation. Giving talks in front of a class had never been one of your strong suits. Your stomach was tied up in knots, and you were trying very hard to ignore your nausea. Beside you, Nemona gave a sympathetic smile and patted your shoulder. In a quiet voice, she said,

"It's gonna be fine, Jules. Just imagine it's like a pokemon battle! You don't get nervous when everyone's watching you battle, right?"

You gave her a weak smile.

"Actually, that makes me kinda nervous too."

Nemona's eyes widened a little.

"Wait, seriously? No way. I had no idea. You always seem so calm and collected."

"Mmm," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Nemona patted you again, reassuring you,

"You'll do maravillosa, I know it."

You hadn't been paying any attention to the student currently talking, but they must have finished their report, because the class abruptly launched into polite applause. You snapped your eyes open and politely applauded along with everyone else, watching the student return to their seat as Mr. Jacq praised their efforts.

"Thanks again, Lorenzo, for such an engaging review of the restaurants of the west province. I definitely learned of some new places to try when I'm in the area! Now, let's see . . ."

The professor glanced down briefly at the clipboard in his hand.

"Ah! Yes, it looks like it's Juliana's turn next. Wonderful!"

You felt her heart give a sudden lurch and you swallowed, feeling the eyes of the class drawn to you. Ok, well, at least you're finally getting this over with, right? Timidly, you stood from your seat and brought over the little flash drive that had the slides for your presentation. It only took you a minute or so to plug into the computer and launch the file, but you had to focus to try and keep your hands from looking jittery.

Once the first slide appeared on the overhead projector, you turned and gave the class a nervous smile. You forced out,

"H-hi everybody . . . my name's Juliana. As. Most of you already know."

Well, yeah. You'd all spent the entire semester together by now. Not to mention you were the youngest Champion in all of Paldea, too, that kinda had been announced to the whole school.

You coughed, stammering out,

"A-anyway! Eheheh, this, is my report on my Treasure Hunt!"

From the middle of the room, Nemona gave a spirited,

"Whoo!"

There was an awkward silence. You laughed nervously before changing the slide.

"R-right, anyway . . ."

You did your best to just focus on your notes and get through the material you'd prepared. You started by talking about all the gyms you had visited and challenged, and the things you'd learned from your successive battles, each of the gym leaders offering interesting new perspectives on pokemon battling and on life in general. The same was true of the Elite Four and the Top Champion. Then you delved a little into your adventures with Arven, tracking down and battling the massive Titan pokemon and locating their secret dens with rare, exotic herbs. The battles themselves were noteworthy, but you also talked about the stuff you learned about backpacking across the wilderness and roughing it in the wild, as well as getting to know Arven better. You dedicated a portion of your talk to Koraidon, as well, because he was your precious baby boy and you loved him more than anything (well, your whole team was dear to you, too, of course). You also talked about the experience of finding and helping out the members of Team Star. It took time to earn their trust, but eventually you learned about them and about the history of Naranja Academy, both the good and the unpleasant. Eventually, you were able to help the members of Team Star gather the courage to face their pasts and return to school, mending the bridges they had thought had been burned and unmendable.

The events that had transpired in Area Zero had to be omitted from your talk, of course, but even glossing over all that, there was plenty to talk about. It had been a very, very busy six months, packed to the brim with adventure and excitement. And to your relief, the report went fairly smoothly. Once you'd gotten into things, it had become much easier to just focus on what you wanted to say and get through the talk you'd carefully practiced.

However, the main portion of the talk wasn't really the thing that had caused you the most anxiety. It was the ending of the speech that truly worried you. The ending that was now rapidly approaching.

You flipped the slide, struggling to keep your cool. You glanced at the bullet points on your slide and continued talking.

"So, ah, as I've been explaining, a lot happened during my independent study! And there are a lot of things I found that I would call my treasure. Like, for instance, my friends. I met so many new friends on this journey and they've all been so amazing. Also, my pokemon. I've raised these little guys from the itty bitty babies I found toddling around in the wild and . . . honestly, I'd do anything for them. We've been through so much. And, of course, all the experiences I had. The big exciting moments, but also all the calm, soft ones. Just having picnics out in the South Province, or walking on the beach, or seeing the sunsets from Levincia, all that stuff. I treasure all of those things. I've been really lucky."

All right, here it comes. You pulled in a nervous breath and hesitated, glancing around at your audience. Were you really doing this? Truthfully, it was probably gonna be fine. You were probably worried about nothing. It's not like there was anything weird about what you wanted to say or anything. But, well, part of you was still scared it might come off as too . . . too sappy or something.

Urgh. You just needed to quit second-guessing yourself and just do it.

Clearing your throat, you say,

"B-but, uhm, when I asked myself what my greatest treasure was, uh, there was something that . . . did come to mind. That's not to devalue any of the other things I've mentioned, of course! They are all deeply important to me. But there is something that makes me feel the most excited, that feels . . . that feels the most precious to me."

Ah, jeez. As the students watched you with intent curiosity, you could feel your heart picking up speed and a blush began to creep onto your face. Okay yeah maybe this was too sappy, but it was too late now, oh god.

You forced yourself to reach over to the laptop and hit the button, changing the slide, and a large photo of Nemona appeared, her auburn eyes bright and her grin positively jubilant, as usual. Doing your very best to speak in a normal voice, you squeaked,

"A-and t-that's my friend Nemona!"

You tried very hard to not make eye contact with anyone in the classroom and just stay focused on your report, although you couldn't help but hear a startled little gasp from somewhere in the middle of the room, which definitely sounded exactly like Nemona.

Okayjustfocusjustkeeptalking

You opened your mouth and forged ahead, the words tumbling out.

"T-the truth is, I've had a lot of difficulties in my life with anxiety and, other mental health issues. Most people don't know that, probably none of you do, I don't really talk about it. But yeah, when I first moved here, Nemona was so welcoming the moment I arrived, and she, she was . . . willing to get to know me and see me for who I am, I guess is the best way of putting it. And she actually liked that person she found? And it meant so much to me, and she became my best friend, but to be honest, she was also my first friend, the first one I was close to, I mean-- like, truly close to. And I can't even begin to say how special that is to me."

You paused to suck in a breath, the thoughts swirling in your head, and continued ardently,

"And she's such a wonderful person. She's full of so much love for life, so much contagious energy, you know? She reminds me of the important things in life, of the stuff that matters most-- which is going after the things that you love, the stuff that makes you feel alive, and pursuing it no matter what! I feel like I'm a better person around her, like she brings out the best in me. And I admire her so much."

You had no idea if your thoughts were coming out coherently or not, but you could only hope so.

"That's not even going over how she re-ignited my interest in pokemon battles and a bunch of other stuff, but I don't wanna ramble or anything, heh . . . I just, uh . . . well, knowing that we're always gonna be there for each other, it's . . . it's the best feeling in the whole world."

You cleared your throat and glanced to the floor, adding quietly,

"S-so, um, yeah. She's. My greatest treasure."

There was a pause, the room completely silent, and you felt like you could hardly breathe. You turned and smacked the button on the computer, flipping to your end slide, and blurted quickly,

"Anyway that's my presentation, the end, thanks everyone, okay bye!"

You were about to just bail, but a smiling Mr. Jacq stepped in the way before you could, so you remained rooted to the spot.

"Thank you, Juliana! That was wonderful! Such an insightful and heartfelt report. Wouldn't you agree, class?"

There was an enthusiastic smattering of applause from the class, and you ducked her head, embarrassed but relieved at the same time. Your teacher continued to praise you for a bit, and you took the first opportunity to quickly return to your seat and exit the spotlight.

Although, returning to your seat was certainly a little awkward, considering you were returning to sit beside Nemona. You didn't have the guts to look at her during the presentation, but you could now see Nemona was blushing quite the intense shade of pink, her eyes glued to her desk, while the students around you casted glances and giggled. You sat down, feeling terrified you may have upset your friend. Did you embarrass her too much? Or . . . god, you should have asked her first if she'd be okay with this, damn it, damn it. Feeling awful, you turned to Nemona and stammered quietly,

"S-sorry if that was embarrassing, I uhh I was just, well, I was trying not to ramble or anything but I just, w-wanted to-- I'm sorry, I should have asked if you--"

Nemona's eyes darted up to yours, wide and disbelieving, and she quickly cut you off.

"Don't say sorry, Jules, that was, it was-- so sweet, I-I-- nobody's ever said anything that nice about me before! Don't you dare apologize for that, that was incredible!"

Nemona's voice had sounded so raw, and she looked nearly on the verge of tears. The fear gripping you immediately evaporated, and you released a breath. With a shy smile, you stammered,

"Oh, o-okay, good! I'm-- I'm glad you liked it . . ."

Nemona huffed, grabbing your arm and leaning in close, muttering so the class couldn't overhear;

"You're lucky I have the self-restraint to not make a big ole' scene in the middle of class, cos I am going to hug the stuffing out of you the second I get the chance, you know that? I'll be sobbing and it's gonna be sooo embarrassing."

You felt a grin edging onto your face.

"I mean, if you wanna make a scene right here, I wouldn't exactly mind . . ."

You hesitated, and then the words slipped out softly,

". . . mi tesoro."

Nemona's pretty auburn eyes went completely wide, her fingers tightening around your arm, and her entire being seemed to positively shake from the force of trying to keep quiet. Her voice was rough and squeaky when she uttered,

"Wh-what-- Jules, I-I--"

You felt worried Nemona was going to break down right then and there; her eyes were watering and she looked as though she was seriously considering picking you up and carrying you right out of the classroom, but a voice suddenly interrupted the moment, causing you both to jump.

"A-hem, now, class, I know you're excited to talk about these wonderful presentations, but I'll need to remind you to save most of that for the end of class, okay?"

You turned to see Mr. Jacq was side-eyeing you both with an amused expression.

"Y-yessir," you say, while Nemona nodded mutely. Slowly, as if it was physically painful to do so, Nemona detached herself from you. She looked so sad, like an excitable puppy that had been scolded for jumping up on someone.

Mr. Jacq had already moved on, checking his clipboard.

"I believe that Isabella is next? Do you have everything ready to go, Isabella?"

"The second after class, Jules," Nemona's whisper in your ear was so terse it practically sounded like a threat, although with the way she was struggling to maintain composure, it was a very emotional one. You suddenly felt very bad for flustering her so much, but the truth was you hadn't really intended to. Unfortunately, there were still like ten or so students left to give their reports, so you both had to keep quiet and behave for just a while longer.

Although you weren't gonna lie, you couldn't focus much. Nemona maintained a facade of listening to your fellow classmates, but she kept shooting you lingering glances, her warm eyes full of such soft adoration, and it was honestly really distracting, because you felt like your heart was melting into goo. You were pretty sure you did not absorb a single thing the presenters were saying, and boy it felt like they were taking forever.

The funniest part was, Nemona had yet to give her presentation. Which you had completely forgot. Until Mr. Jacq checked his clipboard and announced,

"And it's finally time for our last student! Nemona, are you ready?"

Nemona bounced up from her seat faster than you'd ever seen her move, as if struck by a live wire. She gave an exuberant,

"You bet I am!"

Some of the class laughed and you struggled to quash your startled expression, because how in the heck did you forget Nemona hadn't gone yet? You'd been the one to help her work on her rough drafts for weeks, jeez!

Now you felt especially bad for distracting Nemona so much before her big talk. However, as it turned out, it didn't seem to be a problem. As Nemona bounded to the front of the class, she seemed perfectly focused on giving her report. She quickly fired up her slideshow, eyes gleaming.

You felt a flash of admiration at her ability to focus so sharply. Perhaps it was all of her experience with pokemon battles. It would make sense, honestly.

Nemona proceeded to launch into her talk, positively brimming with energy.

"All right, class, time to strap in! Because we're about to take a trip on the Nemona Roller Coaster, guaranteed to be full of the biggest ups and downs and shocking turnabouts you've ever seen on a Pokemon Gym circuit since 2021! (That was my first time to complete the gym challenge) It all started when I met Jules and Director Clavell gave me Sprigatito, to build a new team from scratch! As you'll see from this slide, here are little Spriggy's stats, and here's his nature, which is Jolly. Now, Jolly's a great nature for this pokemon, especially if you take a look at these IVs. . ."

You glanced around at the rest of class, amused by their mixed responses. Some students looked excited and interested while others were clearly mentally checking out already. Nemona had a reputation of getting down into the nitty-gritty details of pokemon battling, including some rather lengthy blow-by-blows of her battles and strategies, which some students found to be intensely boring. However, she also was very good at making the battles seem very dramatic and exciting, so plenty of other students seemed to really enjoy it when she had the spotlight. You didn't care whether Nemona was recounting an especially pivotal moment of a match or presenting spreadsheets on her EV training; whatever she was discussing, she did with a passion that was peerless, and you could listen to her for hours. And even though you'd already seen most of this presentation content while helping her out, you still enjoyed seeing her recite it for the class, covering an incredible amount of material packed into such a short timeframe. Nemona's focus was her journey re-challenging all the gyms, although she highlighted other significant battles along the way, too, including especially feisty trainers she'd met at random or her battles with you, of course.

You knew what the pièce de résistance, the crowning jewel of Nemona's talk was. She had built her presentation's narrative carefully, to climax with the battle that the two of you had shared in the middle of the Mesagoza square; the very first time Nemona had gone at you with everything she had. During this portion of the talk, Nemona dropped most of her technical analyses, opting instead to focus more on the drama and the feelings elicited by the battle, which managed to draw in even the most bored of students in class. Nemona was practically vibrating as she recounted things, and you couldn't help feeling swept up again in the memories, the way your heart pounded, the way your hands shook when you took the pokeballs from your belt, the way your chest squeezed when you saw the fire burning in Nemona's eyes as bright as a Volcarona from across the battlefield.

When the last pokemon in Nemona's story had been felled, she rolled into her final slide, providing a conclusion that was short but sweet.

"And that's when I realized; I'd found my greatest treasure. A true rival. I'd gotten so used to holding back whenever I battled, because I was so worried about making sure people were having fun, and making sure people actually wanted to keep battling me. But it was never really satisfying, deep down. And now, I've finally found someone who can meet me exactly at where I am, an equal. Someone who really gets me!"

She looked across the classroom at you, beaming. With absolute convinction, she said,

"A battle partner for life. Mi tesorita. That's Juliana."

You blushed at her words, glancing away from her intensity. Aughhh, she was trying to kill you, you should have seen this coming.

The students began to clap enthusiastically at the report's completion, but Nemona's voice piped up over the applause.

"But wait wait wait, that's what I put in my report, that's how I ended it, but Juliana's talk, she made me realize my report isn't entirely complete!"

The class quieted down again and you watched as Nemona stepped forward, ignoring her slides and speaking off the cuff.

"Yes, I'd finally found my rival, that's true, and that's fantastic! But it's more then that. Juliana's not just an amazing rival, she's someone I trust more than anything and someone who makes me stronger, makes me better! And she always keeps me on my toes and is always surprising me, no matter how much I get to know her! And she's someone who shares my burning passion, and she makes me laugh, and she makes my heart race, even when we're not battling! Heck, just being around her is exciting, it kind of reminds me of that one time I was exploring the Alfornada cave and I had a team of like level 20's but I accidentally ran into a level SIXTY Garchomp, and it terastallized and I was shaking and--"

At this point, quite a number of students where giggling and whispering, shooting you glances, and you were quietly trying to sink into the desk, face hot and cheeks red, but Nemona kind of had a hard time noticing social cues, so she remained blissfully ignorant of her classmates. Fortunately, Professor Jacq was more perceptive in that area and coughed, stepping in.

"R-right, well, we're running a bit short on time, but thank you, Nemona, for such a beautiful talk! Class, let's thank Nemona for her incredible effort and the perfect conclusion to our Treasure Hunt reports!"

You kept your head down as the class dissolved into applause; a few moments later, the school bell chimed. Shouting over the suddenly rowdy noise of the students eager to leave, Mr. Jacq called,

"All right, class, that'll be it for today, but don't forget Monday's reflection paper, due at the start of class! Check the website if you need a reminder of the guidelines. And have a great weekend!"

Nemona returned to her desk like a streak of light, grabbing up her backpack and then seizing your hand.

"You're coming with me, tesorita. I think if I gotta wait any longer to hug you I'm gonna actually die."

You grab your backpack as she pulls you along, your heart fluttering, and you answer,

"O-okay, haha, Nemona, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Your classmates kept shooting you both glances as Nemona hauled you quickly down the halls, and you knew they were gossiping, but you couldn't seem to bring yourself to really care.

The moment you step outside, she swings you into the promised hug with such force she actually lifts you into the air a bit, and you can't help but dissolve into laughter. She squeezes you tight, so tight it almost hurt, but it's lovely and it's fierce and you don't want it to stop, but eventually you have to beg her to let you breathe again.

She released her death-grip, but switched to kissing the top of your head, over and over, and you squirmed and laughed. She eventually paused to say,

"That's for using the most adorable nickname on me in the history of ever in the middle of class! You're terrible, you know that?"

You grin up at her, and it's like gazing into the sun, her energy always filling you entirely whenever she was around, almost too bright to handle. You answer,

"To be fair, I think you managed to get pretty decent revenge during your report."

Nemona laughed, shifting into a satisfied smirk.

"True! I think I did a pretty good job, considering how hard you were trying to distract me."

Your mind echoed back the tangent that Nemona had gone on at the end of her report, and you felt a blush threatening to return at the thought of it. Before you could think the better of it, you blurt,

"U-uh, about that . . . stuff you said at the end, about the Garchomp and everything . . ."

She lit up with a smile.

"Oh, you wanna hear more about it, yeah? Of course! So, it all started when I was visiting Alfornada, and I heard people talking about a nearby cave with really strong pokemon--"

"N-no, not that," you interrupt, feeling mildly exasperated, because of course that's the part she'd focus on.

"I meant, um, the part when you said that . . . uh . . . being around me felt like facing down the level 60 Garchomp?"

You felt embarrassed repeating it, because maybe you misunderstood, maybe you were just making a fool of yourself-- but her expression shifted, just a little bit, and she hesitated for a half-second.

"Y-yeah! Well, you know! It's always an adventure with you around. You and me, we can take anything on when we work together, and it makes me so jazzed. You know what I mean, right?"

And then she was back to normal. It had been so subtle, just the briefest of hesitations, the slightest waver in her voice, it was entirely possible you'd just imagined it.

You nodded,

"Yeah, of course."

You had a funny, prickly feeling, then, like someone was watching you, and you glanced around. Almost immediately, you spotted some of your classmates, who had probably exited the building around the same time as you. They were loitering suspiciously nearby and looking kinda entertained.

Oh, right. Forgot about them. It seemed Nemona's efforts to not make a scene may not have entirely worked out. To be fair, she did tackle you the second you left the building, pretty much right in the central path everyone took, so. Um.

You quickly suggest,

"Maybe we could continue this conversation somewhere else?"

Nemona was unconcerned with your classmates (or perhaps unaware), but still seemed to love the idea.

"Sure! Y'wanna grab some ice cream? We can go hang out on the rooftops!"

That sounded perfect, so you agreed.

She grabbed your hand and you were off, to enjoy the rest of your Friday afternoon, and to make some more treasured memories.

#pokemon #pokemon s/v #fanfic #nemona #nemona x juliana #juliana x nemona #pokemon scarlet/violet #rating: G #fluff #julinemo #julinemo fanfic #terajules #mystuff

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grogusmum · 2 years

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In Which, I Go On A Walk And Hear A Ghost Story, That Has Nothing to Do with Jedis (drabble)

As Told By Grogu Djarin

for Cat's kitten! @radiowallet

A note from Hazel: Grogu is sharing the sweet story of Georgie by Robert Bright

HI Kitten!

I wanted to send you a mail, because it is almost time to do my favorite holiday, and I was told it is your favorite too!

I bet we have a lot of things in common.

Are you thinking about what you will be? Last time I did not get to dress up for really real. I was myself. Which I know is a great choice. But I am me all the others days. So I am excited to be something else. I might be a frog… or maybe a chicken… OH or maybe a mandadalorian!!

I already got my very own beskar shirt!

Anyways, let me know what you are going to wear for tricks and treats!

Here is a story about the time I walked down a spooky trail that was not spooky at all.

Halloween is a fun dress-up and candy time, and a day to remember your people who have died. Plus also to try and scare yourself…

I do not know.

So one time, we went for a walk in the woods and it was supposed to scare us very much.

Okay so it was getting dark and we took this walk. The path was lighted with torches. I hear they are called tiki. And there were lots of other kids, some were in their costumes and some were just dressed as kids. I was dressed as a me.

So there was a person in the path they had little horns sticking up of their curly hairs and goat feets and furry legs, plus also no shirt but a scarf. I question their fashion sense.

Okay, so Goat Guy was telling us to stay on the path, that nothing will touch us, and to have fun.

So far I do not know how we will have fun under these conditions.

We did the creeping kind of walking. And friends held onto each other, so I put my hand on dad's boot. For safeness.

And then suddenly an owl person popped out from behind a tree!

Okay, I was surprised because of the jumping and “whoo- whooing” plus also it was a person owl, which is unusual. But I was not scared, I guess when you have been through all the stuff me and my dad have, an owl person just does not cut it.

But the owl person told us a story about a ghost, named Georgie. He was not a Jedi… I do not think…

ANYWAYS

Georgie was a little ghost that lived in the attic of a people called Whitakers house.

And he used to do "ghost jobs" of creaking the steps and squeaking the door, I am doing quotes because what?? ANYWAYS then for reasons I do not understand the Whitaker people said to themselves let’s go to bed because the house making noise… I shruggle at this news. And then the people went to bed the cat with the name of Herman said lemme go outside and do prowling and then the owl called Miss Oliver, that lived in the tree outside the window knew it was time to wake up and ask nobody inparticuar “who” all night long… Well, apparently this works for everyone. Until one day the Whitaker guy got it into his head to do some repairs- he nailed down the creaky step and he put oil on the squeaky bit on the door and then those things did not make noises for Georgie! I think he must have did a dad sigh of, can I just do my job please, people?

Well because he could not do his work he got bored and moped just sitting up in the attic. And no one when to bed, or prowled or asked questions of who… and the owl guy telling the story said that, that was fine how do you do! But Kitten, this is a thing which is called a sarcasm, and that means it was NOT a fine how do you do, it was a poor how do you do NOT! See how that works it is tricky.

So Georgie left!! He went running all around looking for a house but they all had ghosts already? This must be the spooky part- all these ghosts that are not Jedi all over the place.

Plus also the only house in the village without a ghost was Mr. Gloams' place… it made Georgie scared- when he stepped on the stair it groaned! And the doors moaned! And apparently, that Gloams was a crotchet! I do not know what a crotchet is but it must be bad because he scared Georgie half to death- and he is a ghost… so that is saying something…

So Georgie runned away again. He went to a barn and there was a cow there which is nice. But Georgie got bored again cuz the cow was not a conversationalist.

So while Georgie was there lots of time happened and there was lots of rain and then snow on snow on snow… Georgie was cold and uncomfortable… this is a mystery to me. Cuz he is a ghost.

Meanwhile Herman the cat, remember Herman? He noticed that all that damp weather made the stair creak again and the door squeak again and he told Miss Oliver the owl and she flew right out to tell Georgie.

Georgie thought that these were glad tidings. What is a tiding? I do not know, but Georgie knew and he ran home lickity-split! Which I hear is fast. I like going lickity-split. I think lickity split sounds like ice creams... hmmmm I am hungry.

Oh! Sorry

ANYWAYS, he started just doing his thing again. Creaking and squeaking and everyone knew what they were supposed to do again.

This is the story an owl person told me on a scary walk in the woods… hmmm.

Okay, I like the story but I do not know if it was the proper tone for this Halloween spooky walk. But they gave us hot chocolate plus also candy so thank you Goat Guy and Owl Person! I was terrified!

The End!

THANK YOU FOR READING 💚 You can find more of my work here and if you would care to be tagged for this or any of my writing fill out my taglist form.

#as told by grogu #grogu pov #grogu tells a story

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choking-on-dandelions · 10 months

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Good morning, dearest friends! I'm delighted to say we're back from up north and it was a BLAST!!!

So first of all, whoo. what a drive. From the heart of the city to the softspoken winds of the water it was erm, give or take about 5-6 hour car trip. Ya girl got pockets of car sickness but I managed not to throw up so yay!

The four of us traveled through Traverse City and omg THE CROWDS BRO I COULDN'T. We did weave through the people to catch the air show, that was so cool! All you heard was the planes ripping through the sound barrier as you watch them do their tricks and spins and barrel rolls through that bright blue sky. They looked so close that you could reach out and touch them! So many cool tricks! The people were a little less than stellar, only because I get panicky in big gatherings, but the cherry pie was worth it. Soo worth it.

Okay, now, off to the Sleeping Bear Dunes! We arrive in fair time and pull up to the BIGGEST piles of sand I've ever seen with my own two eyes! I get nervous, a little dizzy just looking at this beastly climb, and immediately predict this is going to be the funnest nightmare ever. (I was right btw!) We all take a whiz then start climbing, each of us donning our breeziest most death-proof clothing we packed, and right away I resort to scaling the FIRST dune on my hands and feet, growling and howling like a monster and chasing after my boyfriend while other tourist watched and laughed. It was all fun and games until about the 11th pole marker on our never-ending hike. How long did it take, you may ask, to get through these sand hills? I will tell you, dear friend:

It took us, in grand total, a whopping 6.5 hours to get from the car, down to the beach, back to the car, all without the relief of adequate shade from any trees, and running dangerously low on water after we saw for ourselves that there were no facilities on the shore. No bathroom, no water fountains, just sand and lake and lots of cool rocks. We rationed the water we had for about the last 3 miles of our hike, only sipping enough to wet our mouths. When I tell you we got burned bad. My back is just now starting to peel. Turns out, after all was said and done, we had mistakenly taken the longest and steepest path there was coming and going. But we did it! And we didn't even need to call the rescue team (good thing too, hello $2,000 rescue bill, no thanks)! But watching some of these other people hike our way WITHOUT ANY WATER OR ANYTHING, I was like '???' So we went out of our way coming back to warn others that they might want to turn back and prepare for the worst. They were grateful to say the least lol.

From there we carried on towards Cadillac and meandered around the country roads until we found a cozy little hole-in-the-wall bar and grill and stopped off for dinner. The food there was excellent! My friends Cassie and Annette got a giant ceaser salad and mac n cheese with a side of fried cheese curds, my boyfriend David got a burger with fries and a side of mac n cheese, and I nibbled on a plate of veggies with a few fries on the side. I got something super light because I suspected I'd doze off in the car right after eating; sure enough, I was right lol.

From there we drove about an hour to our hotel room and packed it in for the night. Super nice little place, we lucked out and got one of the best rooms with lakeside view and a backroom door leading straight to the heated pool room. Everyone else stayed up for a bit, I was knocked out lol. We slept a few hours, got up the next morning and showered and whatnot, then took off for the local beaches for some serious rock and shell hunting. We found some neat stuff: David found some cool Petoskey stones and me and Cassie and Annette were chasing shells around the shore. We found a bunch of big snail shells and a few clamshells, I was hoping to dig up some gemstones somewhere like how I did out in North Carolina, but sadly no such luck this time. But that's okay. We beach hopped for a few hours, had a few seltzers in the sun, then began our journey home, saw a haunted-ass barn and belted out some car karaoke for a while.

Y'all, it. Was. The. BEST!!! It was the getaway we all needed and some amazing bonding time, even though we all nearly died out on the dunes lol totally worth it! We're already planning another vacation for next year, we wanna go gem hunting up in the mountains. Gonna be bomb!

I'm so glad to be home though. It's good to be back!

#bunnygirl speaks #vacation #michigan #traverse city #sleeping bear dunes #great lakes #summer fun

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multifandomlover01 · 2 years

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Can you make another batch of freckles and dimples for George Luz, Ronald Speirs, Floyd Talbert, Richard Winters and Lewis Nixon? You don't have to write this right away, there is no rush. Take your time! Thank you!

Absolutely! Thanks for another request (I love all of these characters with my entire heart ngl so I’m super happy and excited)

Also…thanks for the time understanding (I can be a little slow bc I run outta juice and have to take breaks)

Without further ado…Freckles and Dimples pt. 2!

George Luz:

Freckles:

• George would go on and on about you to anyone that would listen.

• Perconte and Toye grew particularly tired of hearing about you from him.

• Sure they liked you just fine. But George wouldn’t stop talking about what a great gal you were. Or how pretty you were. Or how cute your freckles were.

• Toye once joked to George that you must be pretty great to put up with him.

• And George replied that you very much were great and he really appreciated the fact that you put up with him.

• And you obviously loved the fact that he liked showing you off and talking so much about you to his friends.

• Even if it was a tad bit embarrassing sometimes.

• “What? I can’t be proud of my girl?”

• “Of course you can. It’s just sometimes it’s a bit too much.”

• “Aw, put you’re so cute,” he nuzzled your noses and kissed your cheek, “I can’t help myself.”

• “George,” you groaned softly, “could you try just a little?”

• “For you? Anything.”

• “Thank you.”

• “No problem. I hope you know, though, that this means that I’ll just have to shower you with my love even more in private now.”

• “Fine by me.”

Dimples:

• You loved your dimples. You thought they gave your smile a little extra somethin’ somethin’.

• And George loved them too.

• He’d pinch your cheeks or run his thumb over or kiss them when you smiled.

• It’d make you giggle and smile harder.

• It was perfect. You both loved it and were in love. It was disgusting cute. Good for you two. 😘

• So, you didn’t have any problems with your dimples. And George didn’t either. And usually no one else had anything to say about them.

• But one night you two were having a nice time at a bar and the bartender straight up told you to smile less

• “Excuse me?” You and George both said in unison.

• “Your smile is unattractive.”

• “Yeah, well no one asked you. And you’re unattractive, too. Maybe that’s why no girl you’ve tried to whoo this evening has given you the time of day.” George snapped back.

• You tried so hard not to smile or laugh at that (not because you were not insecure, but because it was kind of mean). But you failed. George noticed you’d smiled at that. The bartender had too.

• He just scoffed and turned away from us, ultimately not engaging with us for the rest of the night.

• But the two of you hardly minded. George kept cracking jokes to make you smile and laugh. He did so until your sides hurt and the bartender actually kicked you out for “being disruptive”.

• Well…you’d pissed him off, that’s for sure. Mission accomplished.

• And George got to see your dimples for an extended period of time. Mission accomplished.

Ron Speirs:

Freckles:

• Ron loved how confident you were. It’s what drew him to you in the first place.

• One of the things you were very confident about was your appearance, specifically your face (and your freckles).

• Ron loved your freckles. And he also loved that you loved your freckles.

• You were on an exercise (in like Germany or Austria where you weren’t in combat) when some soldier from another company (the whole battalion is on exercise) shouted at you and asked you if you’d fallen.

• “No?” You called back, confused.

• “What’s that all over your face, then? Looks like dirt!” He laughed after he said that. And it became obvious to you that he was making fun of your freckles. He knew what they were.

• You quickly look around to check that no superior officers were looking before you ran over to the man and slapped him. He took a swing at you, which you ducked. And you managed to punch him in the face. He cursed at you.

• This got the attention of your CO and the other soldier’s CO.

• “Something the matter here?” Speirs asked.

• “She punched me! Well…she slapped me first, then she punched me.”

• Ron looked at you, a bit shocked. You usually weren’t violent or aggressive like this. “Is this true?”

• “Yes, sir.”

• “I suggest you keep a tighter rein on those in your company, Speirs.” The other CO said before leaving. He knew his guy probably deserved it for something that he did. And he’d give him some light punishment, but he didn’t care enough to address the matter now. But he knew he had to say something about it.

• Ron escorted you back to E Company’s placement in the exercise.

• “What happened?”

• “He made fun of me, sir.”

• “So you attacked him?”

• “I slapped him…lightly. He them took a swing at me. I dodged it and punched him…lightly.”

• Ron chuckled. As mentioned, you usually weren’t aggressive, but he was proud you could apparently hold your own in a fight.

• “What did he make fun of, anyway?”

• “My freckles. He said they looked like dirt.”

• “Forget the slap. I would’ve gone right for the punch.”

Dimples (lol sry this one is so short):

• Ron loves your dimples.

• He’s not one to crack jokes a whole lot.

• But he’ll do whatever it takes to make you smile so he can see your dimples.

• He loves to touch and trace over the spots where they are when you’re alone and chilling together.

• Sometimes if you’re in public, he’ll touch your cheek and swipe his finger over your dimples.

• If someone (negatively) comments on your dimples or the PDA, Speirs (and you) will give them a death glare and they will promptly stop as you continue.

Floyd Talbert:

Freckles:

• You and Floyd were having a nice night at home. You’d both been rather busy lately, so it was nice to get to relax.

• He’d suggested you lay down on a blanket outside and look at the stars.

• And, I mean, come on! Of course you immediately agreed.

• You pointed out some constellations to him that you could remember. And he did the same.

• After a while of lying out there and looking up at the stars, Tab turned to you. Which made you turn to him.

• “Hi.” He smiled at you.

• “Hi.” You smiled back.

• “You know these stars are really pretty.”

• “Yeah. They are.”

• “You know what’s even prettier?”

• You rolled your eyes in anticipation, but smiled nonetheless. “What?”

• “You.”

• “Oh yeah?”

• “Yeah. You’ve even got your very own stars.”

• “I do?”

• “Yeah. Right here.”

• He began lightly tracing the freckles on your face.

Dimples (this got away from me (and dimples) a bit…oops):

• Floyd and you were having a nice night at a bar.

• You were content being happy and cute and smiley.

• Tab was tracing and kissing your face.

• Then some jerk decided to come over and ruin it.

• You were in a secluded enough space. And it’s not like others hadn’t done what you were doing. In fact you’d seen worse.

• But this patron decided to be personally offended by your PDA

• The man cleared his throat as he stood in front of your table.

• Tab turned away from you and towards the man. “May we help you?”

• “Do you have to do that?”

• “Do what?”

• “That. Be all close and personal with each other…in public.”

• “Look…I’ve seen people do much worse here. You have no problem with them, do you?”

• “I’ve never seen them. I only saw you.”

• “Unfortunately for us. Look…why don’t you go about your business and we’ll go about ours, ok?”

• “I just don’t understand why you have to do that here.”

• “And I don’t understand why you had to bother us about it. Could you please just leave us alone?”

• “She’s not even that pretty. I don’t understand why you’re all over her.”

• Tab immediately was out of his seat and right in front of the man.

• “Excuse me?! What the hell did you just say?”

• “I’m just saying. If you are gonna be all over someone, I think you could do better. At least someone with a normal smile.”

• “What the hell is your problem? First you come over and bother us, and then you insult my girl. I’ll also have you know that her dimples are adorable! I think it’s time you just left us alone, buddy.”

• “Is there a problem here?” The display had apparently gotten the attention of the bartender.

• “Yes, this man just came over here and started bothering us.”

• “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

• “Me?! What about them? They were over here doing things people shouldn’t be doing in public.”

• “They weren’t bothering anybody. They were all the way over here, away from everyone else. You were the only one bothering people. You can all the way over here to bother them. I’m sorry, sir. But I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

• The man scoffed and stalked out of the bar.

Richard Winters:

Freckles (sorry this is so short):

• Did someone call a hype man? Bc this man answered that call. And he understands the assignment.

• Your freckles are one of his favorite things about you.

• If he’s without you and mentions you to someone and they inquire about you, he’ll mention them, among other things to the person.

• “Oh,” he chuckles softly, “she’s also got freckles, all over her face. They’re very cute. I love them a lot. They’re like constellations.”

• People can really tell how much you mean to him by the way he talks about you.

• They consider you a very lucky gal to have a man such as Dick.

Dimples:

• Dick thinks your dimples are adorable.

• You do, too.

• But not everyone does.

• Some people have teased you about them.

• At least they’re smart enough to not do it around Dick.

• You brush the comments off, not letting them effect you. Because they don’t really matter. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Their opinions about you and your dimples literally have no weight if you do not give them any. So you don’t.

• But one time Dick happened to hear one such comment. And then he heard a slap. He smiled. But frowned again because the man had still made the comment. And you had never told Dick anything about them. He wondered if they’d happened before.

• So he brings it up to you when you’re alone that evening. You brush it off and say they aren’t a big deal.

• He wants to believe you. He really does. He knew you wouldn’t lie to him. But he knew these comments shouldn’t be taken lightly.

• He finally convinced you to tell him all the men who had made comments to you. He was slightly taken aback at the number of them.

• He asked you if it was alright to ask the men about the comments and tell them to stop.

• You were hesitant to cause any trouble, but you knew Dick would be insistent. And you also knew it was the right thing to do to hold these men accountable and to tell them to stop.

• So he confronted the men. And of course they were scared crapless, so they stopped. A few even apologized.

Lewis Nixon:

Freckles:

• If he sees someone looking strangely at your face, he reasonably assumes they are looking at your freckles.

• He’ll look strangely right back at them.

• They usually bug off pretty quickly when they’ve been found out/confronted. That is if they’re smart.

• If they aren’t, they don’t back off. They’ll ask Nix why they’re staring strangely at him.

• “Why were you staring strangely at my girl, I think is a better question.”

• “I wasn’t.”

• Nix chuckles. Because of course he was.

• You speak up now. “Was there a problem with my face? Something on it?”

• “Well…” he trails off.

• “Yes?”

• “You’ve got those marks.”

• Nix groans. “Yeah, those would be freckles, buddy. They aren’t that unusual.”

• “I’ve never seen that many on someone’s face before. It’s odd.”

• “I think you mean unique.” You quipped.

• “Look, I’d appreciate it if you’d stop treating my girl like some freak show, alright? Now move it along.”

• The man meandered away without another word or look.

Dimples:

• Will literally shout it to the word how cute your dimples are when you smile.

• And will throw hands with anyone who says otherwise.

• You will too.

• You two will legit fight over who gets to go off on the guy.

• It’s honestly funny to watch. Harry, Dick or slip usually has to step in and stop you two from arguing and tell the guy to move it along.

• You two are literally so distracted by your arguing you don’t even get to do what you were arguing about!

• So you devise a system. And you take turns telling people off.

• Harry, Dick, and Lip are very grateful.

• The guy who insulted you is not because either of you two is worse than Harry, Dick, and Lip combined.

• But screw the guy. He’s rude.

#George Luz x reader #Ronald speirs x reader #floyd talbert x reader #dick winters x reader #lewis nixon x reader #band of brothers x reader

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silverhenderson · 10 months

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Better Together (Regulus Black x Reader (Iris Lebelle))

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauder's era)

Pairing: Regulus x Iris Lebelle

Warnings: Slight Smut, Swearing and Angst

Word count: 1869

A/N: if you want to see what Sirius was doing during this let me know!

October, 10th, 1976

Sirius ran his hand through his curly brown hair, sighing as he looked up at the tall building. A mansion for one of his horrible mother’s friends, his little brother Regulus walked up next to him, while the two looked similar they both were very different. Sirius wore a red tie and a suit his mother had forced him into and Regulus wore a green suit. He looked up at his older brother. “What?” he asked looking at Sirius with a face, “I hate coming to these things,” the other brother said back not looking him in the face. “I don’t,” Regulus said looking back at the building and smiling a bit to himself. In truth, Reg really didn't love getting dressed up for some stupid event for “purebloods” but what he did enjoy was seeing his friend; Iris.

The two had been inseparable since they were children and had met at the ministry where both their fathers worked. Since then, they would sneak off any chance they got to have fun together. Feelings had started to bubble over for his best friend, something about her long hair and her smile made his heart flutter. She was kind, and smart, and never showed an ounce of hate towards anyone, and he loved her for that. She was different, and she had always been there for him through everything his horrid family had put him through. Although he was the “good” brother, it was still difficult, but she took the pain away and all the weight that had been thrown on his shoulders.

Regulus straightened his tie, taking a deep breath he walked past his elder brother and into the house. It was packed, adult after adult packed next to each other. In the middle of the room was dancing, Regulus ignored his brother sneaking past him to go probably find some girl to whoo. He looked around trying to find her, suddenly someone grabbed him by the arm. He looked up and was sorely disappointed to see his mother, “Regulus come with me, I would like you to meet someone” he nodded and went with her.

The mother and son came to an old-looking gentleman who was surrounded by many different important-looking people. “Mr.Girth this is my son Regulus,” his mother said motioning to her son. “Nice to meet you, son,” he said holding his hand out to the boy. “The pleasure is mine” he took the old man’s hand and shook it firmly. As Mr.Girth talked about some topic Regulus couldn't care less about his eyes wandered and spotted her. There she was across the room, everything around them slowed as he took her in. She wore a short blue dress, her hair had been curled and had daisies braided into them, her makeup was soft, and she wore a necklace of a bee. She smiled and laughed at whatever the person she was talking to was saying, and his heart stopped. She was extraordinary; he wanted to take her away and just have it be the two of them together. Forever. Nothing in the world mattered anymore.

“Excuse me,” he said to the group and walked across the hall to her. He ignored the whispers from the group he had abandoned. Brushing his pants off he weaved through the dancers, thinking of what to say to her. Swiftly Regulus grabbed her hand and spun her, dipping her and holding her. As the two stared into each other’s eyes he blushed; she was so beautiful. Now that he was so close to her his stomach suddenly filled with butterflies.

She giggled when she saw it was him who was in her arms, “hello Mr. Black” she whispered to him, he smirked down at her; “hello Ms.Labelle” he whispered back. He resisted the urge to kiss her; after an awkward silence, he pulled her back up. “How has your night been Reggie?” she asked. “Not great, Sirius is being a pig” he motioned over to his older brother who was flirting with some brunette. “He’s gonna disappear soon to go sleep with the Mckinnon girl” Iris laughed at his comment.

She threaded her fingers through his and pulled him to the dance floor. He followed like a lost puppy; she placed his hand on her waist. He looked down at her, face heating up. Pulling her close, the two began to dance around the room, the two danced in sink like clockwork. Regulus spun her, her dress spread out around her making her look like a princess. And that's what he was to her; a magnificent princess. The two were so engulfed in each other they didn’t notice the whole room staring at them.

Sirius watched his brother with Iris. There was some unseen spark between the two of them. He knew his brother’s feelings towards Iris, he saw the way he stared at her. Sirius couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Not because he liked Iris or anything, she was somewhat annoying to him but because his brother had found something like that. Although he had been known for his flirtatious nature he secretly longed for someone he could love forever. The boy walked away from the group to a small corner where he took a swig from the flask he had brought and disapparated.

Finally, the song ended and in turn, the two stopped their waltz. Regulus held her close, their faces mere inches away from each other. He could feel her soft breathing on his face, he looked down at her lips. This is it he thought, everything he had been hoping, praying for was going to happen right now. Before he could close the space between them there was a growing applause behind them. Iris looked to see what was happening and to Regulus’ displeasure; he continued looking at her. Her cheek grazed his lips softly.

Iris blushed at the applause, Regulus pulled out of his trance from her when a voice complimented them behind them. “Well done Mr.Black, that was some of the most beautiful dancing I have seen” It was Mr.Girth, Regulus looked at him pulling away from Iris but keeping a grip on her waist. He wanted to punch the man for interrupting them, Iris listened to the man ramble compliment after compliment at the couple. Iris looked at Regulus and then back at the man. “Thank you, Mr.Girth but I think I hear my father calling me, come Reggie” She took him away from the man and up a back set of stairs.

The two walked upstairs and down the hall until coming to a closed bedroom door. She pushed it open and pulled him inside. Shutting it behind her, she flicked on the lights. The room was a light blue color and had a four-poster bed as well as a dresser. Not much else other than that. Iris pulled him to the bed. This is what it has to be Regulus thought his breath stopping; thinking about what could come next. She sat him down, “I have a present for you,” she said smiling at him. “What is it?” He asked, half hoping the gift would be something more than just their friendship. She leaned forward and placed something in his hand. A small cardboard box, he looked down; cigarettes. “But you don’t smoke,” he said looking at her confused, “I know” she sat next to him. “But I know you like to when you get stressed, so I bought them for you”

His heart skipped a beat, she was so sweet, she was an angel. He mouthed a thank you and lit one, breathing in and lying back on the bed. She looked down at him, his curls spread out around him, he looked up at her; her blue eyes twinkled from the moonlight. He took in another breath and the two sat in a comfortable silence. After some time the small flame had gotten down to his fingers. He blew it out and threw the butt somewhere in the room. Regulus looked up at Iris, thinking. She looked back down at him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down to him. The two ended up with Iris right above him and Regulus under her small frame.

His breath hitched, and he looked up at her face. Her eyes drooped a bit from how late it was. He had imagined this moment for years and now it was finally happening. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair holding her head in his hand. She looked at him, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Regulus slowly pulled her face to his, closing his eyes. Before their lips could connect someone busted into the room. Iris shot up and ended up sitting on Regulus’ lap, there in the doorway stood none other than his brother. Sirius.

The eldest brother was a disheveled mess; his tie was around his neck. His buttoned-up shirt was open and missing some buttons, his hair was a mess and his belt had missed a loop. He laughed at the scene before him, Regulus’ calm demeanor completely flew out the window. He was pissed. This was his one shot at finally being happy with the girl he cared so deeply for and his stupid drunk of a brother fucked it all up.

“What’s going on here?” Sirius slurred, Regulus shot him a glare. “None of your business you fucking prick” he shot back. Sirius laughed at his brother, “Well whatever it is, Iris you're needed at Evans.” Iris sighed and went to move when Regulus grabbed her waist, “why?” He snapped, Sirius looked taken aback by the question; “so you can shag her?” Anger clearly in his voice.

Sirius again laughed, “First off Iris is so not my type, Second I just had the best “shag” of my life, so I’m good for now, and third I’m sure Remus would not be thrilled about that” Regulus looked from his brother to Iris who was blushing much harder than before, “the werewolf?” He asked looking at her, “everyone knows he has the hots for her; has had them since 4th year” Sirius said nonchalantly. Regulus felt two things, 1 the anger of someone even thinking of Iris the way he did and 2 his heartbreaking at the thought of the two of them not being together.

Iris looked at him, he said nothing and let go of her. She didn’t move, “Reggie?” She whispered he looked away from her holding back tears, he couldn’t let her see him cry; he just couldn’t. Before Iris could say anything Sirius grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out. Regulus heard her call out for him down the hall, with worry in her voice, but he didn’t move. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat there in the room, the light flickered and left him in darkness. In that second Regulus vowed two things, for one he would never show pain like this in front of anyone ever again, and two. He would make Remus Lupin feel the pain he did forever.

#harry potter #regulus black #maurders era #hufflerin #ocs #sirius black #slight smut #angst #fluff #regulus x y/n

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Leviathan x GN Reader (18+)

Cross posted on my AO3

He wasn’t sure how he got into this situation, the last coherent thought he could remember was right before you were sliding into him, how overwhelming but good it felt and how nice the stretch felt, even if it was a bit painful. Now, all he could think about was how hot his body felt as you pulled on his hair and your constant, rough thrusts that shook his body every time your bodies connected again, and again.

Levi’s hair was long. He’d been spending more time inside gaming with you, his Henry! It got to the point where you were able to pull it back into a decently long ponytail so the man could actually see what he was doing. You’ve offered to take him to have it cut and even pay for it, but everytime he thought about agreeing, the idea of having to go out in public when he looked like this was too much for him to bear. So, you improvised and you’ve been trimming the ends for him and occasionally styling his bangs back into his signature side swoop.

And thus here you are, sitting on a beanbag with him beside you. You just finished trimming his hair for him, you took a few inches off but it didn’t seem to do anything to the length, does demon hair grow faster than human hair? Probably. Constant button smashing the only sound in the room besides both of your intense breathing. The room was dark, the only light source coming from Henry’s tank on the wall. You could see him if you really tried, the soft glow on his purple hair and pale skin was beautiful to you, but you were scared you’d lose the match if you took your eyes off the screen for more than a moment. You saw him flicking his hair out of his eyes out of the corner of yours, a small smirk crossing your features.

You pulled his hair up for him earlier after thoroughly brushing it, even with his long ass limbs he still couldn’t manage to get the knots out at the bottom. Plus, it was one of the few times where he willingly let you touch him without him getting too embarrassed or shying away from you. It was a special little ritual you two had begun and you treasured that time a lot. He’d never admit to you that he enjoyed the feeling of the brush scratching on his scalp and how gentle you were with him. He wasn’t sure the last time someone treated him like he was made of glass, but he really enjoyed it when you did.

You had just recently cut his bangs as well, so they weren’t able to stay pulled up as easily as the rest of his hair. Which seemed to be working in your favor right now as it was distracting him fairly well. With a few well coordinated moves in-game, you were able to beat Leviathan by a fraction of a second. Cheering, you threw your arms up in the air and yelled out,

“whoo hoo! I can’t believe that worked, ehehe!” a smile set in your face, you turned your head and body to face the now pouting demon, a scowl set in his face and his body hunched in on itself, likely trying to contain his emotions before he engaged you. Not that he would ever hurt you, no, but you two were working on his emotion processing. He knew he lost, he knew you got whatever you wanted now. He also knew what you wanted from him.

“That was cheating, Henry!,” he whined, relaxing and slumping his shoulders in defeat.

It’s not like he was opposed to what you wanted from him, it was more along the lines of him being embarrassed, his mind trying to find any reason that you were going to make fun of him, get him all hot and bothered, and then somehow blackmail him with it or something even more cruel. But deep down he knew you were genuine in your wants, as much as his envy and self hatred wouldn’t allow him to see it clearly.

The next few minutes were a blur, you pulled him onto your lap, his legs folded neatly on either side of yours. He felt like Beel sitting on top of you. You were so tiny underneath him, but you were completely in control of what he was going to be feeling, and it made a small shiver run up his spine, mind racing ahead on what was to come if he allowed it. You took it slow once he was on your lap, running your small hands up and down his legs soothingly, feeling the taught muscles that resided underneath that pale skin. You could feel them tense and relax as he tried to calm himself under your ministrations, a raging blush appearing on his face and up to his ears. His face was a little twisted up in embarrassment, confusion on what just happened, and a twinge or arousal. He felt his cock twitch weakly in his pants, the simple touches were already affecting him.

He let out a shaky breath, calming his nerves before resting his large hands on your shoulders for support as you continued to gently graze your hands over his legs. You had no set movement you were following, moving back to his hips and barely touching the swell of his ass. You were getting a little excited, getting anxious to see him without the baggy sweatpants that constantly hid his figure. As much as your mind was begging you to hurry up and wreck him, you knew rationally you’d scare him if you did that. Instead, you gave his ass a little slap, relishing in the feeling of it jiggling against your palm.

He jolted, letting out a surprised yelp. Looking back down at you, he was met with a small shy smile from you. “You’re beautiful, Lord of Shadows,” you mumbled under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

You slowly ran your hands up and down over his ass, giving him little smacks here and there, pinching, and groping, testing the waters on what he’d enjoy. He squirmed in your lap, not used to being touched in such an intimate spot, let alone in general. He appreciated you taking your time and being gentle with him, he trusted you and was starting to relax more. After a few minutes of you just gently touching him all over his bottom half, mixed with some smacks, gropes, and rough pinches, he fully relaxed in your lap, letting his full weight press against you. He was a comfortable weight on your lap, his ass softly grinding against your groin. His cock was about half hard, twitching occasionally in his sweatpants.

You took note of this, gently moving your dominant hand and cupping his erection. He keened out loud at this, rutting his hips forward at the contact.

“Mnn, Henry, y-you gotta warn me..” He withdrew his hands from your shoulders, covering his face which was now alight with a red flame. You simply smiled a little bit, stroking him through his sweatpants until you got him at full mast.

“Hmm, I’m sorry My Lord. But you seemed to like it all the same,” you gently teased him, grabbing his chin and making him look you directly in the eyes.

“I want you to watch, or else I’ll have to punish you.”

He simply nodded, too stunned to speak at your dominance, and you noted the small gulp that he took.

Once he was hard enough for your liking, you slid your hands up his stomach, chest, and over his shoulders to slip his jacket off, letting it hit the ground with a soft woosh.

He let out a soft whimper, feeling very suddenly exposed even though he was still fully clothed. It felt exhilarating that you were touching him like this. A warm tingly feeling was starting to spread out over his entire body, it wasn’t new to him. He felt the warm sensation when he touched himself many many nights, but it was never this intense, never this hot . He felt like his body was going to catch on fire. He tensed when he felt your fingertips slip up under his shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath. He wasn’t fully muscle, there was a little bit of pudge from the little bit you could feel. Which, of course, made sense since he lived such a sedentary lifestyle. Even if he wasn’t as ripped as some of his brothers, you could feel the power that lies beneath, it seemed to emanate out in waves, palaple. You weren’t sure if you just never took notice before, or if it was because you were so close to him now. It was intoxicating. You moved your hand further and further up his stomach, tracing small patterns on his skin and relishing in the power you felt beneath the surface. It was exhilarating to you that such a powerful creature was submitting themselves to you right now. You had complete control over him, and he allowed you to have that.

You were starting to get lost in your thoughts of your impending fucking the demon lord, running your hand further up his chest and starting to play with his nipples. You rolled the bud around in your fingers, testing which pressure drew the most reactions out of him. It seemed that he liked medium pressure. Levi was about to combust, his blush was spreading down his neck and into his chest, skin hot to the touch and he swore he felt the tingly feeling of your skin even after your hands have moved on. His shirt was now bunched up around his collar bone, gently pushing your hands away so he could take his shirt off himself.

You immediately leaned forward, catching one of his pert nipples in your mouth, running your tongue over it gently before rolling it between your teeth. The reaction was almost instant, he was whining and gripping onto your shoulders and in your hair for support. He let out a soft shaky moan, hunching over your form so his head was resting on top of yours. Noticing the twitchy movements of him, you reached out with your other hand and tweaked his free nipple sharply, rolling the bud between your fingers in time with your sucking.

You alternated between his nipples, sucking and biting one while rolling the other, and then switched, reducing Leviathan to little more than a moaning puddle that was melting on your lap. You pulled back and released both of his abused, wet, and red buds to kiss him. You waited till now so he was a bit more worked up and thus more comfortable, and it seemed to have paid off fairly well because as soon as your lips touched he granted you access to his mouth.

You shoved your tongue in, feeling the roof of his mouth, feeling his sharp canine teeth that were more akin to fangs than anything else you’ve ever felt. You felt something big, strong, and forked play with your tongue before slipping past it, moving to slide down your throat. You gagged a little bit at the intrusion, but relaxed enough so that he was able to easily tongue fuck your throat.

You moaned, grabbing onto his strong forearms, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling. You were desperate for something to hold onto, the pressure in your throat so much but so arousing at the same time, so as soon as you felt a strong, scaled muscle wrap around your waist you immediately grabbed onto it, stroking the smooth scales shakily. You maneuvered your free hand to rest on his hip again, moving downwards to his plush thighs. You squeezed the left one harshly, loving the way that his body conformed to your grasp.

You continued to alternate between his thighs, always keeping one on his tail and one on his thighs. Feeling the rising urge for air, you pulled back, the feeling of his tongue pulling out of your throat was one you don’t think you’ll forget anytime soon.

Gasping for air, the two of you just stared at each other while panting. His eyes were glazed over, glassy from the feelings inside him. You swore his eyes would’ve been hearts had he been in an anime.

You glanced down, noticing that instead of one cock greeting you, you were met with two very proud looking cocks. You shuddered, wishing that he’d be shoving those inside you this time, but pushed that thought aside for the time being. You reached out and grabbed them roughly at the same time, grasping them from underneath and squishing them together enough that your small hands could contain them.

He shuddered whenever he felt your soft hands on his cocks, treating them a little harsher than you have been, embarrassed beyond belief that you’re really touching him but fuck if he wasn’t enjoying it throughly right now. He steeled his nerves, feeling his entire body on fire as he started to rock into your hand, precum already starting to dribble down his swollen tips.

“Mmmn, already so hard My Lord, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” you whispered in his ear as you leaned closer, nipping the shell of his ear at the same time you squeezed around his shafts. He let out a high pitched keen, grinding himself into you.

“Be a good boy for me and lay down in the tub,” you instructed gently, smirking whenever he complied willingly, noticing his legs seemed to be a tad wobbly as well.

You grabbed your bag, fishing around in it for a few moments until you found what you were waiting for - the lube.

Once you found what you needed, you stood up from your bean bag and climbed into the tub with your favorite demon, who was laying on his back, legs spread open for you to rest between. His face was hidden from you with a mix of his hands and some hair that managed to free itself from the ponytail. Humming in slight annoyance, you leaned over him, gently pulling the rest of the ponytail out before grabbing a fistfull of his purple locks, yanking his head backwards.

“Mnn-” he keened, his cocks jumping against his belly, “M-Mc-” he panted out your name, accidentally breaking the habit of calling you Henry, his pupils were now blown out and full of arousal. You smirked, keeping your hand filled with his soft hair while you leaned in further and started to lick and nip at his throat, moving up his throat until you were at the underside of his chin, leaving little marks that he could easily cover up and some bigger ones you knew he’d want to show off. You used your free hand to pop open the container of lube and get a generous amount on your fingers, rubbing them together to warm them up a little bit.

“Mm, I hope you’re ready Levi, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” you whispered in his ear, earning you a shudder and a shaky moan, anxiousness evident in his voice. You were far from ready to wreck his guts, but some anticipation never hurt anyone, right?

Once you decided that the lube was warm enough, you slid your hand down between his legs, grazing his cocks as you went. You felt his thick tail curl around your calf and thigh in anticipation of what was to come next.

“I’m sure you’re such a dirty little whore, Leviathan, how long did you want me to claim this pretty little ass of yours?” You slid your fingers in between his asscheeks, and then slid your middle finger inside.

“Ghh-” He squirmed in your grasp, turning his head to the side and letting out more delectable noises as your grip on his hair pulled tighter. “A-Ahh, f..for a while..Henry..” The last part was barely a whisper, he wasn’t even sure he spoke the words aloud, but to you they were loud and clear.

The confession sent a jolt of lightning up your spine, a loud whine passing from your lips.

“I’ll make sure I treat you good then, My Lord,” you mused, moving to bite down hard on the scales that decorate his neck. He moaned loud, rutting his hips up against your still clothed belly. The friction was barely there for him, only the tips had managed to make contact and it seemed to make him more restless than before.

“You know, Leviathan,” he loved whenever you used his full name, it felt powerful coming from your lips. “I think next time I win I want you to fuck me with your tail. I’ve had a lot of fantasies about it..” You trailed, pulling his head back more to expose his throat. “Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll fuck your pretty little ass again while you do it.”

You continued to move your middle finger in and out of his hole, pressing the pad against the soft walls of his insides, trying to find any and all spots you could to pull as many sounds from the demon as you could as he laid in the tub, shaking violently from your words and finger inside him. Once you deemed he was ready, you somewhat roughly inserted your pointer and ring finger inside.

He started to shake more once all three were in, little gasps and moans were a constant stream of music to your ears that rested by his mouth. He was thrusting his hips down onto your fingers frantically. Stealing glances at his face, to make sure he wasn’t in pain, you saw that his face was entirely blissed out, his eyes were glassy and watery, small tears poured from the corner of his eyes as you finger fucked him into obvlion.

“Don’t tap out just yet, My Lord, you still have the next part of the game,” you purred, kissing his soft lips gently compared to the pace your fingers were assaulting his asshole with. You felt something soft and spongy touch the pads of your fingers, felt his ass tighten down hard on your fingers, and you knew.

“Aaaahhhh, mmmnnn MC-” He tried to tell you to stop, that it was too much but he wanted more of it, but you already knew. You started to abuse the special little spot inside his ass, rubbing it roughly and pulling all the sounds you could manage out of his throat.

This continued for a good few minutes until you felt him tense under you, a loud moan ripped from his throat as you felt something hot splash on your chest and up to your chin. You grinned manically, knowing you just milked him from prostate abuse. You were feeling hot waves rush over you at the unhinged grunts, growls, and even a few hisses that he made due to overstimulation.

His body was ridged, back arched up off the bottom of the tub as you continued to abuse his asshole. It was like watching a feral animal, and it made you feel like you were on top of the world. You gripped his hair tight again, pulling his face to yours as you devoured his mouth, sucking on his long forked tongue, biting his soft lips to the point they started to bleed.

“Turn around for me, Leviathan,” you demanded once you pulled back, eyes blown up wide, matching his perfectly. He looked blissed out of his mind right now. A small slap to his face brought him back to reality, his eyes wide with surprise, though a small goofy smile appeared on his face. A few moments of awkward shuffling later, you had him with his head down in the pillows, his ass pulled up to your chest and your arms were hooked under his hips, pinning his cocks to his stomach.

You licked your lips, watching his hole clench around nothing. You lowered your head, giving a small little kitten lick to test the waters. You’ve never rimmed someone before, let alone a high ranking demon lord, but here goes nothing.

You flattened your tongue against his hole, dragging it slowly and roughly against him. He squealed, trying to get away from you but you held tight. You knew that if he truly didn’t like this, he would have no issue throwing you off of him in an instant. The thought fueled you greatly. You drug your tongue over his hole a few more times, relishing in the shivering moans he was making, his face pressed firmly into the pillows beneath him, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape.

You decided to step your game up a little bit, shoving your tongue inside him. It was warmer than you thought it’d be. You thrust your tongue in and out a few times, enjoying the way he tightened up around the muscle.

You decided that you’d be kind to him, letting your hands wander to his cocks and slowly stroke them back to full mast as you devoured him from behind. It didn’t take him long to almost need to cum again. He was overwhelmed. It was too much but also not enough.

He started to thrust back against your face, rutting his cocks against your hand in the process. You decided he was ready enough and pulled back, gently patting his ass and letting his hips fall down to the pillows gently.

“Stay like that for me,” you instructed gently, getting out of the tub and shedding your clothes. The only response you got was a small desperate whine, you could hear the desperation in his voice. You grabbed the last few items you needed, a strap on harness and a fairly long dildo. It was thinner at the top and as it went down, the thicker it got until it ended up with a knot. The base wasn’t super wide, but wide enough that it would take a little bit of work to get it inside Leviathan without a lot of pain.

Once you were all set up and ready, you turned back to the demon still in the tub. His ass was now up in the air for you, tail flopped over his back, swishing side to side. You climbed in behind him, rubbing his ass before giving each side a sharp smack. He yelped and jolted forward, his ass going up in the air slightly higher. You took that moment to start your slide home into him, pressing the tip against his shiny slicked hole and pushing in.

He lurched forward, biting down on the pillow beneath his head as he held on for dear life. Shaky moans and whines left his mouth as he tried to keep himself grounded, his nerves lit on fire with anxiety. There wasn’t much pain at the moment, but the slow intrusion definitely made his head start spinning. The slow burning stretch as you slid in further was making his head feel light, he figured he was about half way at this point. He cried out once you reached the knot, feeling something much bigger press against his hole, but the stretch didn’t come. Yet.

You sighed above him, leaning over his back and pressing your hips as firmly against his as you could without popping the knot in. You reached forward and gently massaged his head before grabbing a fistful of his hair. You pulled harshly, his head being pulled back and forcing him to put his hands on the lip of the tub for support. He moaned, the angle change pressed the tip of your cock right up against his prostate.

“Mmnn..MC, MC, MC,” he started to babble a little bit, his hair now firmly twisted around your hand. You took this as a sign that he was ready, pulling your hips back until only the tip was still inside before slamming back in. He yelled, scrambling to find purchase on the tub lip as you continued your brutal pace. His body was jolted forward with each thrust, and your free hand was clamped firmly on his waist, keeping him still as you abused his asshole.

He moaned freely now, his tail coming to wrap around your waist, his mind completely blank with the pure pleasure he was experiencing. Panting, he squeezed his eyes shut, adjusted his legs so you could fit between them better, and started to thrust back against you as best he could. On the first thrust back, you slammed hard into him, pressing right up against his sweet spot and made him see stars behind his eyelids. His moan caught in his throat, a choking sound was the only thing that came out. Tears were falling freely from his eyes, the pressure building up inside of his belly was becoming too much to ignore, the constant shaking his body was doing as you plunged into his hole again and again.

His body was getting hotter by the second, he was having trouble breathing, short panting breaths the only thing he could manage as you continued your pace. It all came to ahead where he felt the tight coil in his gut snap, his ass coming down hard against the cock inside him.

He felt like the breath was knocked out of his lungs, he never came this hard before and you were still shallowly thrusting even as he came. His vision went white before slowly coming back down to reality, he could breathe again and his limbs felt like jelly.

He opened his mouth to try and speak to you, but you took that moment and fully buried yourself back into his hole. You left go of his hair, opting to grab onto his horns with both of your hands. The strangled garble that erupted from his throat wasn’t anywhere near human. His tail was wildly flickering against your waist, his eyes wide open and glossy as his head was once again forced back at a slightly uncomfortable angle.

His thighs were shaking, pressed firmly against your own. You smirked, releasing one of his horns to smack his ass, starting to push the knot further and further against his hole. He started to squirm when he felt it start to gently press in, whimpering. Without really being aware of what his tail was doing, it seemed to unravel itself from your waist and slunk it back to your hole, pushing the tip against you gently before pressing inside.

You moaned, he pushed it in to a certain point, and it seemed he wanted you to fuck yourself, as every thrust you did inside him, you’d fuck yourself back on his tail. It wasn’t thick enough to hurt, but the bit of stimulation it provided you was more than welcomed.

Panting at the intrusion inside of yourself, you doubled your efforts, pressing your stomach and chest against his back and grinding your cock up inside of him at a new angle. More lewd moans and whimpers were pulled from the demon, mixed with pleads and begging for more.

You obliged him, slowing your thrusts but increasing the strength.

“Mnn, keep begging like that, Levi,” you pleaded. You wanted to shove the full length inside of him so badly. You picked up this dildo especially for him, knowing how interested he was in knotted dicks.

“P-please, pleas-e MC,” he panted out, his voice cracked and broken. “Pleasepleaseplease it’s too much it's so much please,” his cries reverated off the walls in his room. You grunted, burying yourself fully inside him before grabbing his waist and pulling his ass back, effectively making him sink onto the knot himself.

He tensed up as soon as he felt it start to stretch him out, little by little until he got to the widest part. He was shaking a little bit, the stretch a bit more than he felt he could handle but he’d be damned if it wasn’t going to fit.

He stopped at the widest part, moaning anytime you shifted your hips which caused the knot to sink in deeper. Slowly but surely, the knot finally seated itself past that tight ring of muscle.

He had his torso pressed firmly against the lip of the tub now, heaving gasps of air in as he adjusted to having something so large inside him.

“Are you ready for the next part, Levi?” you asked, wanting to make sure that he could handle it. All you got in return was a very shaky nod. Making sure that he wasn’t in pain, you slowly pulled the knot out of him, making him whine and squirm. You pushed it in and out a few more times before you picked up your pace, leaning against him once more before reaching around his hips and grabbing his cocks. He jerked underneath you, his cocks were super sensitive after cumming twice already. The tail that was still seated deeply inside you jerked further in, making you stutter in your movements. “Mnnh,” you whined, feeling it open you up more and more from within. You steeled yourself, grasping his cocks tighter before you started to jerk him off in time with your thrusts, popping the knot in once every few thrusts to keep it varied. Levi was turning into a mess, he was barely able to hold himself up, yet he kept pushing back against your hips, making the knot slip inside nearly every time. After a few well hit marks on his sweet spot, Leviathan came undone for the last time. Once you saw he was cumming, you ramped up your thrusts as hard and fast as you could manage and slipped fully inside one last time. You must’ve hit his prostate on the last thrust because as soon as you were fully buried, Levi cried out louder than before. His vision was pure white and he was shaking all over, he could barely keep himself stable let alone know what was going on besides pure pleasure.

You stayed seated within him until he fully came down from his high. His body was still shaking here and there and you were rubbing soothing patterns on his back, even though his tail was still deeply buried within.

After a few more minutes, Leviathan came back to reality and slowly pushed himself up onto his knees, making your cock slip out of him with a slick squelching sound. You were curious so you gently lead your hand down to his abused asshole, finding that indeed, you did gape him to a small degree.

“Mmn, looks like you got used like one of your favorite waifus, Levia-chan~” you teased him, resting your chin on his shoulder gently.

He just simply huffed at you before grabbing and turning you over to lay on your side. His chest was pressed to your back, and his tail, again, was still deeply inside.

“I think it’s my turn to win, MC.”

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pretendicanwrite · 1 year

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Karate AU

Whoo! First post in about 3 months... This was talked about on the discord server, and I worked on it for a while, but it's been a while since I've worked on it!

Character credit to @lumosinlove

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Leo pulled the door open and held it while he pulled his boyfriend through.

“Come on Leo, why do I have to do this?” Logan asked as he reluctantly walked into the studio.

Admittedly, it was really nice, and walking into a group of kids, and a few adults moving in sync made Logan a little bit less unwilling to do this.

“It will be fun. I did a lot of research to find this place, and their reviews are really good. Just give it a try please?”

Leo gave his boyfriend puppy dog eyes, and Logan, ever the lovesick guy he was, smiled and gave a small nod of surrender.

They looked around the studio while they waited for someone to greet them, and took in the design of it.

The doors opened directly into the main training room, with windows that let the sun reflect off the mats, and lighten up the studio. There was a carpeted area off to the side with chairs set up, currently occupied by what Leo was assuming were the kid's parents. The back wall was painted with a dragon, and the Korean and American flags hung on the front wall in between two pictures, separated by the Tang Soo Do flag.

Finally, after about 5 minutes, a short woman walked over to them with a gentle smile on her face. “Hello, you must be Leo. I believe we spoke on the phone. I’m Master Heather, welcome to my dojang.”

Both Leo and Logan smiled, introduced themselves, and shook Heather’s hand, listening along as she explained a little bit about the studio, and the classes they’d be taking. “So when we start new people, we’ll generally give them one on one, or in cases like yours where there are two of you joining together, we'll start you both with one of our instructors, and keep you out of normal classes until you learn the basics well enough to keep up with some of the more advanced belts. I’ll take you into the back room now, and we’ll get you set up with one of the instructors.”

The boys took their shoes off and followed the master through the door on the opposite wall of the one they used to enter.

As soon as they turned around they were met with a red-haired guy sitting on the floor, legs spread apart, leaning forward. His back was to them, but his back muscles flexed as he leaned forward, to touch the floor.

“Finn, a moment?”

The redheaded man, Finn apparently, stood up from his stretch and jogged over to the master.

“Yes ma’am?”

“These are Leo and Logan, and this is going to be their first class. I would like you to start them with the basic stances, and if it goes well their first blocks and kicks. Now, Leo mentioned that they’re professional hockey players, and I expect them to be fairly coordinated, so I think it should go well, and relatively fast, so I’m trusting your judgment to give them as much as they can handle.”

Finn bowed towards her, and Master Heather headed back out to the front.

Finn gave them an easy smile, as he stuck his hand out to shake theirs. “It’s very nice to meet you. When this class ends, and the adult class starts, I’m going to take you out front to go through the opening of class, and probably the warmup since you guys are professional athletes, then we’ll come back here to get started on the basics. Do you have any questions?” Finn asked, giving them a radiant smile the whole time.

Leo shook his head, already having got the information from the master over the phone, but Logan inclined and tilted his head towards the black belt, and gave him a flirty smile.

“About what’s going to happen, no. No questions. About you? I could think of a few.”

Finn gave an anxious chuckle and threw a nervous glance over to the tall blond.

“Ask away, I guess, but I won’t answer any I’m not comfortable with.”

The three boys moved away from the door a little bit, and over to a different part of the foam pads covering the floor of the back room.

This room was definitely a lot more cluttered than the front room, with anything from exercise equipment, and weapons, to books along the back wall. The mats were blue and red, the same as the front room, but they were the foam pads that are often put in children's playrooms.

“How long have you been training here, and what made you join?”

Finn took a moment to respond, and Leo was worried Logan had asked too personal of a question. Leo had read a lot of things about martial arts on the internet. One of the things he had read said that a lot of people joined for personal reasons, such as a violent experience, needing to feel in control of their body, for their mental health, or something simple like wanting exercise.

“I’ve been training for a long time. I joined when I was little, probably like 6. My parents always say that I was watching t.v. one night, and just said, ‘I’m going to be a ninja.’ They enrolled me in karate classes a few weeks later, and I’ve been training on and off since. I got my black belt around age 12, my second degree around 15, then I took a few years off before I got my third-degree belt to play some high school sports. Tang Soo Do was all I knew, and I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to try new things in high school, so I took a break until I attended college. I went to Harvard and took some occasional classes at a studio near there until I moved back to Gryffindor after I graduated.”

Leo and Logan just stared, equally as surprised at Finn’s explanation. Finn had been doing this sport for around 15 years, and the boys were just lucky enough to have met this man.

Finally, Logan had broken out of his stupor and smiled at Finn again. “No way! I went to Harvard too! When did you graduate?”

“Um, 2016.”

“I graduated in 2017! Small world, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

The door was still open to the back room, and they could still hear some of the class in front, but when Finn heard them say, ‘Please face the black belts,’ he ushered the two boys back to the front room.

Once again, they bowed when entering the front room, and stood off to the side while they watched the higher-ranked belts line up.

“So when we line up for class, we line up based on rank. I’ll explain the belt system to you a little bit later, but right now, we’re going to go to the end of the back line, and stand behind the person in front of you.” Finn lead them over to their spots, and as they went through the opening of class, he was right there behind them, whispering directions into their ears.

“So what you’re going to do is close your eyes, and remain silent. You can use this time to meditate, relax your mind, go over your goals for this class, or really anything that’s productive and works for you.”

Finally, after a few more steps, they began the warmup. 100 jumping jacks, 30 pushups, 40 situps, and a 1-minute plank.

Really, for two professional hockey players, it wasn’t that much, but they were just barely keeping up with the black belts. Everyone was quick with their movements and showed zero signs of struggling.

Eventually, Master Heather instructed Finn to take them to the back room to begin the two-on-one training, and they followed the redhead to the back room once more.

“You two did very well out there. What we’re going to do now is teach you a few of the basic building blocks you’ll need before we can move forward with much of anything. What I want you to do, is put your hands on your hips, and pick up your left leg.” Finn turned so he was sideways to the boys, facing the wall to their right. “You're going to step out to a point that’s comfortable for you, but your front knee is bent at a 90-degree angle, and your back leg is straight.”

Logan let out a little noise when Finn dropped into the stance and quickly looked over to Leo and then back.

Thighs…

The boys followed their instructions, Leo getting into a really deep stance, and Logan struggling just a little.

The boys learned to walk in the stance, up and down the floor, and then, Finn moved them onto the next thing.

“Okay, now that you have the stance down, we’re going to learn something called the front stretch kick.” Finn gave them a demonstration, where he got his foot up past his head, as well as explaining it to them, then gave them the go-ahead to try it.

Once again, Leo got a really impressive height on his kick, and Logan just barely managed to get his leg to shoulder height.

“You play goalie, don’t you Leo?” Finn asked, turning to face the boys front on. “I played hockey in high school, and my first year of college, but I quit to focus on my studies. Nobody but the goalies were that flexible on the team. I tightened up so much while playing, that I couldn’t actually reach the normal height I had for my kicks till I quit.”

Leo explained that, yeah, he was the goalie, and yes, he was really flexible.

“That’s going to be really helpful if you continue with Tang Soo Do. We do a lot of kicking here, and flexibility is really good for that.”

They went through a few more things with the remainder of the hour that class was, and towards the end, Finn asked them a few questions.

“You don’t have to tell me, but why did you guys join? I mean, I think as professional athletes you get enough exercise, so...”

“Well, I’ve wanted to try this for a while. I’ve been reading some things about it for about two years now, so I figured it would be a good idea to try in our off-season. I forced Logan to come with me because I may or may not have been too nervous to do it on my own, but I’m really enjoying it so far,” Leo explained, returning the smile Finn had given him throughout his explanation.

“Alright. I’m very glad you decided to try it. This is very special to me, and I love getting to share it with new people.” They stood for a moment, Leo and Logan catching their breaths. “Any minute now, they’re going to call us back out to finish class. It’s going to consist of stretching, something we call creeds, codes, and tenants, then something Master Heather does where you state one good thing that happened today.”

A young man walked into the back room and just gestured at Finn, and Finn led them out to the front room once more.

Leo and Logan rejoined the class in the spots they were in earlier. Soon, the master instructed everyone to drop into a middle split, and Leo was among the few that made it all the way down.

They did a few more stretches, and the class went through their closing ceremony, and finally, it was time to do their one good thing.

"For those of us that are new, at the end of every class, we do something where we state one good thing that happened. There is so much negativity in the world, that sometimes we just need a little bit of time to reflect on the simple joys."

The class went down the row, everyone sharing, then finally it was Leo's turn.

"I had the opportunity to try something new with my boyfriend, and it was amazing."

Logan smiled at his boyfriend's happiness, then turned back to the master. "I had a really great time tonight here with everyone."

Then, Master Heather turned to Finn. "Finn?"

Finn was staring at the two boys. They could not only see it, but they could also feel it. "Um, I got to work with two new students tonight."

Some of the other instructors shared theirs, followed by the master, but Leo couldn't tear his eyes off Finn. For some reason, the redhead looked sad. Logan had no idea why. They were having an amazing time right before they headed out here.

Finally, after a few more bows, the class was dismissed, and Leo and Logan just kind of stood there awkwardly.

They didn’t want to just leave, but they also couldn’t stand here looking like creeps, so after a minute or two of discussion, Leo decided to walk over to their instructor and stuck his hand out toward him.

“It was very nice to meet you, Finn. I really hope we get to work with you again.”

Finn shook his hand, smiling at the boys.

His smile was infectious, and Leo felt himself smiling with the redhead. The way his eyes shone as his lips quirked up, and the scrunch in his nose was just so adorable to him.

Leo could feel his cheeks warm up and turn pink as he stared at the blackbelt. He couldn’t just leave the studio without getting some way to contact him. He couldn’t just leave him.

“This may be really forward of me, but can I get your number?”

Finn stood there flustered for a minute, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something, and eventually, he managed a few words. “You-You have a… You have a boyfriend. Unless I’m getting this totally wrong, and you’re not flirting with me, in which case, I’m so sorry, but Logan! Boyfriend!”

Luckily most of the people from the class had left to go change in the changing rooms, so they didn’t get to witness a discombobulated Finn stutter in front of a cute guy.

“Thank you Finn, but I’m well aware I have a boyfriend, and if he wasn’t so nervous, he would be asking for it too. And yes, I am flirting with you. You misinterpreted nothing.”

More smiles were shared between the two as they stood there for a minute, Finn trying to understand, and Leo nervous that he had scared the man off.

“I’m sorry if that was too forward, or I read this whole situation wrong, but I really want to get to know you, and I hope you want to get to know us, too. From what I’ve learned about you tonight, you really seem like a genuinely nice person, who cares so much for other people, and I want to learn more about you.”

Finn nodded and motioned Logan over. “Come on. I’ll show you guys the dressing rooms you’ll be using when you get a uniform, and I’ll give it to you after.”

When they made it into the dressing room, a majority of the students were out of there, leaving two behind who were out by the time Finn found his locker.

“I’m just gonna get changed then I’m good.”

Without another word, Finn turned towards the locker, his back facing the two hockey players, and removed the shirt of his uniform, revealing muscles that rippled as he folded it into his bag. Next came the pants. He bent over and dropped them, leaving him standing there in a tight pair of black boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

Logan felt like a creep standing there watching while their new friend/ potential future boyfriend got undressed in front of him, so he grabbed Leo’s arm and turned them in the opposite direction.

“All done. You guys can turn around now.”

Finn was standing with his back slung over his shoulder, a smile on his face, and his phone unlocked in his hand. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to create a group chat with all three of us, because I don’t want it to be weird if I’m only texting one of you. I don’t want to cause you guys any problems, because you really are super sweet, and I don’t want to mess this up.” Throughout his ramble, his smile slowly faded, as if realizing he was doing something he shouldn’t be.

They shared their phone numbers, established a group chat, and then they parted ways outside the studio, Finn heading up the road Leo and Logan heading down.

When they arrived back at their apartment, the first thing Logan did was turn to the blonde, and shout, "Thighs!"

"Yes Logan, people generally have those."

"But baby, did you see them? Like seriously, I would be 100% okay if he just decided to choke me with them. He could pull a black widow and I would be completely down for it."

Leo chuckled and pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna text him. What do you think about dinner Wednesday? We have off from our workouts and hangouts with the boys, and I think it would be nice."

Logan jumped around the living room, stage whispering ‘yes!’

Logan<3, Finn O’Hara

Leo:

Hi!! I know this is kind of sudden, but Logan and I were wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner on Wednesday. You absolutely don’t have to, but I just thought we’d put the option out there!

Finn:

I would love to!

Are you sure you want to do it at your house though? We don’t have to. You guys can come to mine.

It’s just, I know it might be uncomfortable to invite a stranger to your house when you’re both literally NHL superstars. If you’re more comfortable, we can do whatever you like, I really don’t mind.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m comfortable in public too, but you guys are famous so it’s different for you.

And now I’m rambling, so please ignore me. :)

They sat on the couch together, reading the texts on Leo’s phone. They couldn’t contain their smiles. They had known Finn for less than a day, and they had already asked him out.

“What do you want to do Logan? I don't think I want to do it in public. Our relationship already has enough attention, and I don’t want to drag our first date into the media.”

“I don’t think so either. I think we should do it here if he’s comfortable with it. It gives us plenty of privacy, and also, maybe he’ll feel safer not being in his own home with two men he barely knows.”

They agreed on a plan and decided to text Finn to ask what he was comfortable with, ruling out the idea of having their date in public.

Leo:

So I guess we didn’t specify, but we want this to be a date date. If you’re not comfortable with that, we would be more than happy to do it as friends, or not at all if that’s what you want.

Finn:

A date date.

Wow. Okay, umm… Yeah! I would love to.

I’m good with doing it at your guy’s place if that’s good.

What time works best for you guys?

I’m free Wednesday. I get home from work at 4, then I’m good for the rest of the night.

Leo:

I think 6 is good for us. Does that work?

Finn:

Yeah! That works for me!

Leo:

Great! Me and Logan are both very excited! :) :) :) :) :) !!!!!

They texted on and off for a while, well later than they should have. Sometimes Logan would take Leo’s phone and send Finn pictures of the blond. Just cute little shots of Leo smiling at the camera, or of him absolutely melting when Finn sent them a cute text. There was one that Finn had already saved to his phone, of the two of them hugging on their bed and smiling for the selfie they took.

Nobody needs to know that he saved the one of Logan kissing Leo's cheek as his home screen already…

Leo: So, I guess we never asked, but what do you do for work?

Finn:

I work as an elementary school teacher. :)

My kids are just the absolute cutest little ones, and I love each and every one of them.

I swear, if I could steal them all, I would!!!

Leo:

Aww! I love kids. My neighbor across had a set of triplets about 4 years before I left NOLA to come to play here, and she would let me babysit them all the time. She was a single mom, so when she went to work in the morning in the summer, she would drop them off with me and my mom, and I watched them almost every day!

Finn:

That’s so CUTE!

Triplets?

That lady had her hands full!!!

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids too, but they can be some of the most downright terrifying people on the planet. sometimes I'm not sure whether or not they’re aware that they are so chaotic, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Finn sent them a picture of him shirtless, smiling with his eyes close, nose scrunched, and his head tilted. When Logan saw that he had on glasses, he started wiggling just a little bit in bed.

“Yes, Logan?”

“Is it possible to be that freaking adorable? I mean like, this man is so cute! And his glasses? Oh my God!”

Leo just smiled softly at his boyfriend. They were aware that not everything in their relationship was 100%. They had discussed how they had two completely different ways of expressing things, and they were okay with that, but they had discussed adding a third into their relationship after they realized, that it may be good for them to have someone who gets them both.

Leo tended to be very calm. All the time. Part of being a goalie was never letting anything get past him, and knowing what people are thinking before they even think it, so Logan, the strong but silent type, didn't always mesh well with someone who was used to understanding people.

They wanted someone who understood both of them. Someone who could just sit quietly with Logan while he mentally worked through his problems himself, and someone who would always be there for Leo to bounce ideas off of, and talk through problems with.

They weren't actively searching, but they had been on a date with someone before. It didn't feel right to either of them though, so they decided to try again when they found someone who they thought would work.

Finn.

Finn seemed like he would work well with both of them.

Before long, they got a selfie in return to their shirtless bed pic, of Finn with fiery red cheeks starting off the side of the camera.

The caption read, 'OK Mr. and Mr. professional hockey players. I feel the need to put my shirt back on.'

When Logan read that, he stole the phone out of Leo's grasp, took a blurry selfie with a shaking hand, and captioned, 'NooOOOoOooOOoO!!!!! :):):)'

He sent another text saying, ‘You would dare deprive us of that basic life necessity?’

They chatted for a while until Leo glanced at the alarm on his nightstand and realized it was well past 2 in the morning.

He sent a chat explaining that they had plans with teammates tomorrow, and that they had to get to bed. They got a goodnight selfie from Finn of him mid yawn, but obviously trying to smile. The caption read, “Goodnight boys. I can’t wait for Wednesday!!!! :)”

“Leo, I think we’re going to fall in love with that boy.”

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I felt it was a little too long to include the dinner, so let me know if you want a part 2!!

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