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rhabakoli · 5 years ago

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The Silk Thing

smut. 18+. I’m planning to leave you all hot an wanting so beware. This takes place after @dreamwritesimagines‘ last (i think) chapter of Beautiful & Damned, which you can find on her blog, her masterlist, etc.

thanks to @riviawitch3r for proofing and not virtually punching me when my writing was.. meh. thanks, man, appreciate it.

His hands on her were warm, even with the leather gloves on. She could still feel it seep into her skin, could feel how it affected her. Goosebumps broke out shivers wracking through her body obvious even to someone without the heightened senses of a Witcher. She grimaced at her body's reaction, wished she could have hidden it better, but Geralt didn’t comment.

Instead he backed away, cleared his throat.

“You can get up now, Princess.” He stood, packed away the vial. “I’ll ride out tomorrow to find that wretched witch, put an end to this. She’ll have to explain those signs to me.”

She got up, wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to appear less inappropriate. Then, a thought occurred to her, and she turned toward the man. “Geralt, if the mark’s purpose is to protect me from humans, shouldn’t I be able to touch animals?”

He stopped in his tracks, looked up at her. “Perhaps. But I’d rather not have you walk around and test that theory. “

Those words hit her harder than she liked, the implications behind them were a punch to the gut. “Right. Wouldn’t want the monster to kill any more beings.”

As soon as his brain registered the words, he dropped his satchel and briskly walked over. “Shut up.”

She recoiled, but he cupped her face in the most gentle manner, and tilted her face up.

“Look at me.”

Oh, she did. She couldn’t not.

“You are not a monster. I don’t want you to have another death on your hands, because I think it will break your beautiful heart, princess.”

His eyes lingered on her face, taking in the color of her eyes, the shape of her eyebrows, the swoop of her nose and her lips. Fuck, her lips. Plush, inviting, wet from the way she nervously liked them.

He found it impossible to look away. Absolutely impossible.

“Geralt.”

She watched him watch her, took in the way he tensed, how his massive figure hunched over slightly, and how his nostrils flared, before his eyes were set ablaze.

Maybe people could look at others with desire in their eyes. Maybe Fin was right after all. It made her feel naked, bare. Her temperature rose, her heart sped up, she felt powerful; In a weird way. To think that she could have such an effect on a man like the witcher? On a man who was dangerous, hard to manipulate or influence, experienced and – to be wholly honest – downright hot?

He was a tall glass of water on a stifling summer day.

Geralt shifted, one of his hands changing position, fingers sliding along her cheek to the back of her head, into her hair. She could feel his fingers flexing, pressing harder, letting go, as if he was fighting himself.

And he was. He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t. They both knew he couldn’t touch her. But hell and every monster in it, did he want to. To kiss those lips, feel her skin under his fingers… It was ripping him apart, it was burning him from the inside out, the need an all-consuming fire in his chest. Her scent was pulling him closer, taunting him, making him imagine how much better she’d smell if it was his own that clung to her.

He groaned, ducked his head. “I wish I didn’t need gloves.”

Her eyes went round, her pretty mouth parted in a surprised gasp. “What?”

A smile stretched his lips, but it looked almost animalistic, like a wolf preying on a deer. Never had it felt so good to be prey, she thought. The hair on her arms stood, shivers rolled down her back, her focus solely on his hands on her.

And then his voice, rough and smokey, but gentle, like thunder and honey mixed into a glass.

“I wish I knew the touch of your hands. I wish I knew the feel of your skin. I bet it’s soft.”

He filled all of her view, all muscle and temptation rolled into a delicious package of billowing linen and a dashing, clean cut black and silver brocade doublet. Whoever picked it for him deserved an award.

He filled all her senses, her lungs filled with his scent; leather, herbs, warm earth like the forest on a warm autumn afternoon, and underlying sweat. It was mouth watering and comforting, and it made her want to find out what he tasted like.

“Geralt-“, she swallowed, tried to focus. “Were you serious? About your heart?”

“Yes.”

One hand left her face, arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. She was so fragile in his arms, so pure against his bloodied self.

“And I want to heal yours.”

She snorted at that, very unladylike, and reached to grab his hand, mindful of his thin shirt. “No need to, Geralt. It wasn’t broken. It just wasn’t with me anymore.”

She was an open book he wanted to spend the rest of his life reading; studying her every pore, every curve of her body, every thought of her mind. He wanted to caress her, like the soft pages of a well read book, take care of her and keep her safe from wilting and the burn of betrayal. Her face was so open, so vulnerable, it felt like the softest touch of a lover’s hand as she took in every detail of his face, while she waited for his reaction when she added the words that would inevitably lead to their downfall.

“It was with you the whole time.”

And then it was as if a dam had broken. His grip on her tightened immediately, his face fell. He groaned, closed his eyes and tried to stomp down on the urge to just fucking ravish her on the spot. “You can’t just fucking say something like that. Not when I’m not able to touch you like I want, princess. Like you deserve to.”

There was so much fondness and restraint in his voice, her knees grew weak. Geralt pushed back hair that fell into her eyes, tucking it back behind her ear. “I’m not good with being teased, princess.”

How was that little head tilt so adorable? He wasn’t supposed to be adorable, what the hell.

Especially not when he was using that voice like he did. “Even my patience has its limits.”

A thumb traced her lower lip, his eyes burning a path into them.

“Where’s the handkerchief? The silk one?”

She turned her head and nodded towards her vanity. “Over there.”

He let go of her, but his eyes never left her. She was nailed to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away from his stare; didn’t want to.She wanted him to look at her forever, never let go of her, never let her out of his sight, not when it meant to be close to him, so beloved by him, to be safe and protected. He gave her a little nudge, a sharp nod in the vanity’s direction made her move. Who could ever refuse to obey Geralt?

So she did, and almost stumbled over her own feet in her haste. She caught herself though and pretended nothing happened, which made Geralt shake his head with such a soft look in his eyes, it was confusing.

For someone who wasn’t supposed to have feelings, he let her see quite a lot of what he felt. The moment she was within arms reach, he grabbed her and pulled her against him, hand finding her hair again and pulling carefully, gently; getting her head where he wanted it.

The anticipation was so thick, he could taste it. It laid on his taste buds like some of the more potent spices he’d tasted on his journeys, rounded off with the sweet taste of her hopefulness. “Do it again. Let me erase that foul memory, replace it with a new one.”

His face was so close, so. close. “Let me right my wrongs.”

The princess cursed under her breath. So fucking smooth, so obviously adept at sweet-talking the ladies, she couldn’t believe she had fallen for him.

But then she was reminded of his behaviour around her, his kindness, his love for a child that wasn’t even his own. How he loved Jaskier as well, even if he refused to admit it, and she realized she never even had a chance. He was everything she would ever want in a man. He would be the only one she’d ever accept at her side, if she ever got rid of this curse.

She held up the handkerchief, and Geralt didn't waste even a fraction of a second. He seized her around the waist, held her head in place and pressed his lips to hers, the thin fabric the only barrier between life and sure death.

He straightened, lifted his princess off her feet, her front flat against his. She gasped against his lips, and not only because of the sudden change in position, but also because she could feel exactly how much she affected him. It was impossible to miss. It was...sizeable. The Effect.

Hot want flooded her, a sudden wave of sheer, carnal lust. Nothing was more desirable than to have him naked in her bed, have her way with him, make him show her how to handle him, to make him feel good and loved and cherished. The assault of emotions left her breathless.

Geralt grunted against her lips, as the spike in her scent hit him. His body reacted instantly, and his hips bucked against her, just one sharp thrust before he got himself under control. Fuck, was she trying to kill him?

“You know-“ another peck to his lips, kerchief safe between them. “- there’s a silk sheet on my bed.”

Her purposefully innocent tone did nothing to soften this blow.

“Princess-“

His brain was more than eager to deliver visions of what could be, and he grew ever harder, painfully so. He needed to get either out of this situation, or out of these breeches. He’d prefer the later, but there was also a not inconsiderable risk. “Your mother will kill me.”

She loved how pained his voice was, how obvious the struggle with himself was, with his righteousness and the need to protect her. But she wanted this, and if he was willing, nothing would be able to make her regret this. She was done trying to deny herself. And so was Geralt.

“I’d like to see her try.”

She bit her lip, lowered the handkerchief. “If you’re willing to risk it, I won’t regret anything. Not when it involves you.”

Fucking- yes. Fuck yes. He’d make her happy, and if it meant to break his own heart, so be it. Witchers didn’t feel anyway, right?

He shifted, bit at her lip, before rearranging his hands on her, made her wrap her legs around his waist, and walked them over to her bed.

“I am able to walk, you know?”, she chuckled, but didn’t make any attempts to escape his hold.

“Don’t deny me this, princess.” He hitched her a bit higher, pressed a kiss to her covered shoulder. “I have to watch you all day, every day, unable to touch or even talk to you like I want to. Please, don’t deny me this.”

Her heart squeezed, and so did her legs around his waist. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The air left him in a heavy sigh when he sat her down on her mattress. “Undress.”

Her room wasn’t particularly cold, but she was so hot, the air felt cooler than it was. Her nipples pebbled, sensitive to the contrast and the thin nightdress she wore hid nothing at all. His eyes fell to her chest, heaving as she swallowed down any doubts – was he expecting her to be experienced? Did he think she was even worth it? Would he drop her afterwards? –, and he licked his lips. She looked like a present, a sweet surprise wrapped into a fabric so soft and light, it covered her every curve like water, silky and shimmering and hiding nothing.

“You will have to reserve your first night after the curse is lifted for yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

His knees knocked against hers as he bent down, his hands to either side of her and his face close enough to make her fear accidental touch. “Because I will spend all night doing what I can’t right now. I will make you come on my tongue until you have screamed yourself sore, my princess.”

There had to be a wet spot now, good fuck.

Her lungs refused to work, her breathing grew laboured and irregular.

He straightened and started unbuttoning his doublet. When she didn’t move, he nodded at her, his chin stuck out. “I said undress, princess.”

She took a deep breath, the air filling her lungs, providing enough oxygen to clear her head just a bit. “But, Geralt. You wear more layers than me. Don’t you think that’s unfair? Not to mention, what little I am wearing isn’t even closed properly.”

His hands stilled halfway down the line of buttons, his eyes tightened to slits, his nostrils flared and his chest expanded as he took a deep breath. When he let out the previously taken breath, he opened his mouth and licked his lips; then he smiled. “You think? Well, I’ll go first then.”

Doublet about halfway open, his linen underneath not hiding all that much either, he looked like any other noble out there, but with a much better personality. He let his hands fall to his sides, his fingertips skimmed along the waistband of his pants. “I can smell you, princess. I know that you’re practically leaking.”

His hand cupped his groin, a breathy groan and a chuckle fell from his lips. “I know how desperate you are for my touch. How wet you are.”

A forceful stroke up and down, then he went back to the buttons of his doublet. His voice had dropped a couple octaves; it was so heavy in bass, she could feel it vibrate through her chest and down to the apex of her thighs. “And it’s all for me. All mine."

His pupils were blown, the gold of his irises almost gone. He looked like he was about to pounce at her and oh, did she want him to.

The look on his face was a mix of want and awe, desire and adoration; the amount of trust he showed her was breathtaking. It was exhilarating, freeing, terrific. She could be herself with him, and he still wanted her. Wanted her even with her overbearing parents breathing down his back, with her lethal touch, her duties and responsibilities. He still wanted her, still was naked with her. Which- why?

What was in it for him? Why didn’t he just go and fuck someone else in her stead, to get it out of his system, like he had done before?

“Princess.” He had come over, his knees between her legs. He towered over her, bent down to cup her face and get her attention. “Don’t leave me.”

She watched his face, looked for hints of malice or dishonesty, but- all she found was… she couldn’t articulate it. But it made her chest burn, her heart throb and her hips shift, seeking friction, a smidge of relief.

It was all too slow. It took too long. She got up, pulled her legs up onto the bed and knelt, and slapped his hands away. It would be faster if she undid the buttons herself, she was sure. But Geralt didn’t let her. He caught her wrists, quiet chuckle on his lips. “You need gloves.”

Right.

“Your thinnest pair, where is it?”

She nodded towards the small table by the fireplace. Her thinnest pair was next to her stitching work. She used them when Ciri was visiting and wanted her help with her drawings, or when the needle started to hurt her fingers; there was little loss of feeling. She watched him walk over, became aware just how big he was, how out of place he should be - but he wasn’t. He looked right here, in her room, with his clothes in disarray and his hair falling down to his shoulders, with the way he strode through her room, so at ease and comfortable. She swallowed, pushed down the nasty doubts. They had no place here. This was for her and for him, and no one or nothing else.

When he came back, his whole figure radiated confidence, strength, hunger. “Put these on. And then I want you out of that dress.”

He tugged at the thin fabric, eyes hungry on her. “I want to see all of you.”

His voice. Never had she heard any man sound that wrecked talking to her, not for the same reasons anyway. He had her weak in the knees, but she obeyed, eager to please him, and get pleasured herself.

She reached up to open the one button that held her dress together, when her eyes fell on Geralt. He was delicious. The doublet was gone, the shirt’s laces were undone and presented his chest like an artist’s best work. She wanted her hands and lips all over him, she couldn’t wait for this curse to be gone.

He got rid of the rest of his layers, peeled his breeches down those powerful, toned legs. With every inch of skin freed, her mouth grew drier, until she felt short of dehydrated. He was a whole lot of man. Her ogling didn’t seem to bother him one bit.

“You are ridiculous.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve never seen anyone like you, you are a mountain of a man. And I can’t wait to be buried under you.”

He choked at her sudden boldness. She watched his abs contract, his shoulders shake. She grew a bit lightheaded at the thought of being with him. He recovered rather quickly though and decided enough was enough.

“Your turn.”

“But I want to look a bit longer.”

Geralt was watching her like a hawk, eyes boring into her, stripping her of every layer of pretence she’d ever pulled on. He stripped her bare, with just a look. She froze, like a rabbit in front of a snake, her body shaking in anticipation. It only got worse when he closed the distance between them.

“I am stripped bare, and you’re still in your nightgown. Who’s unfair now?”

Geralt growled, and bit her shoulder, only to pull away with her dress caught in his teeth. He tugged, and when it didn’t give anymore, he released it, took a couple steps back and crossed his impressive arms in front of his wide chest.

“Now, princess.”

She reached up to undo the one button at her nape, the one that had kept it from slipping off her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her on the bed, still covering her lap, keeping her from his sight. He raised a single eyebrow, and she quickly bunched the fabric in her hands to pull it over her head.

She hadn’t even let go of it, but his hands were already on her; covering her ribcage, thumbs stroking the underside of her breasts, fingers pressing into her skin.

“So soft. I bet you bruise quickly.”

Oh fuck.

He hummed in the back of his throat and stroked down her sides, hands curled around her hips now. “So perfect for me, look at you.”

She could feel his eyes on her, tracing every inch of skin, every hair standing on edge.

“Lie back.”

She turned, crawled further down the bed to drop onto the sheets, but Geralt behind her was groaning, loudly, and suddenly his hands were on her ass. “Ah, fuck.”

He gave her a good squeeze, watched her cunt flutter and weight press back into his hands. “Mhhm.”

One finger went rogue and dipped between her glistening lips, up and down and up again, and then trailing a circle around her clit. “Is that for me? Are you that wet for me?”

She’d dropped to her elbows, back arched and her forehead buried in the crook of her elbow. She nodded anyway, she knew he’d see.

“Fuck, I want to taste you so bad, princess.”

She was blushing, her cunt clenching at his words, and Geralt had to use all of his strength to not just pounce and take her. “No need to be shy. I’m here for you, and only you.”

His finger came back around, circled around her entrance. “They’d have to kill me, if they ever want me to leave you.”

At that she looked up. “Oh, my mother- fuck, Geralt. She’ll try, you know-” his finger pushed at her entrance, just the slightest bit and she broke off into a low moan, sentence completely forgotten.

“Mhm. Let her.”

His finger left her, and he gently pushed at her hip. “On your back.” She flopped down and over, none of her usual grace evident. She was a mess, and they hadn’t even started. Geralt threw the sheet over her, watched it slowly settle onto her, hiding her body, but also accentuating it. It was similar to her nightgown, but so much better. She drove him wild, absolutely animalistic. He crawled over her, lowered himself between her legs, hip to hip, core against wanting core. She let out a deep, satisfied sigh and pressed up, up, up against him. He loved her responsiveness, loved that she showed what she wanted, no fear, no distrust. He bowed his head, watched where he rubbed against her, only kept from skin by the thin piece of fabric. He was mesmerized by the sight, his dick against the bright silk, her dampness soaking through, giving him a sample of what’s to come, of what he was missing. Her gloved hands reached out to him, cupped his face, thumbs stroked over his cheekbones, a sweet smile on her face. Geralt watched her, catalogued every reaction, every little change on her beautiful face, how she pressed against him, how her hips moved with his, how her hands fluttered as she let them slide down his neck to his shoulders. She was a shining beacon of hope and love and everything he never thought he could have, and it hurt to look at her, but he had to; to remember her, to recall her face when he was alone and cold, without her touch, without her soft words in his ears, without her pulse drumming with abandon. How did he deserve this? He never left more than blood and gore in his wake, never gave more than he had to, never did anything just because. She was so good, so much better than him, so pure. She deserved someone who could love her with all his heart, and give her all she wanted and and could ever wish for. He wasn’t able to do that, he knew it, he- “Hey,” her fingers found his face once again. Her voice was soft, breathy, angelic. “Don’t leave me here like this, Geralt.” His heart clenched in his chest. Of course she knew. He smiled softly, couldn’t believe she let him close enough to even touch her, but this. “Forgive me.” He moved again, let his cock slide along her core, tease her through the sheet. She keened, raised her arms above her head and held onto the pillow, in an effort to reduce the risk of accidental touching. The change in position stretched her body, raised her breasts against the silk, pulling in his attention. “Oh, princess.” It wasn’t more than a low growl, a very soft one, but by the heavens. It made her wetter, her juices gushing out of her like she’d never experienced before. The growl grew louder, deeper, rumbled through his chest. His head lowered, his hands slid along her ribcage, around, under her to meet at her back and raise her torso towards his mouth. The sheet was now pulled taut around her, her nipples presented like fruits on a silver platter, ripe and hard, calling to him like wrapped candy. She sighed his name, when his lips found her right breast, closed around her nipple, rolled it between his teeth, carefully, teasingly. “Ah, shit-” then a soft moan when he flatted his tongue against the bud, gave a broad lick before giving her left breast the same attentions. She was going to ascend to heaven, how could she not with how heavenly this felt? His hips against hers, his cock hot and heavy at the apex of her thighs, the soaked silk a rather nice touch to it, providing another layer of friction; she needed more. Her toes prickled, her stomach tightened, and she bucked up against Geralt, who let out a breathless laugh, surprised by her sudden, well, rebellion. “Shh, princess.” He sat back up, reached for her as he went away. “Come here.” He laid back against her bed’s headboard, in all his naked glory, strong and taunt muscle, sparse hair and those seductive golden eyes locked onto her. It was as if they were connected by a string of yarn, where he went, she followed. He bunched the sheet in his hand, pulled. She watched his bicep bunch, his strong fingers bury into the fabric and she wished to be the one touched like that, with his fingers buried in her, stroking her to completion. But Geralt had other plans. He spread it over his lap, made sure they were safe. “I want you on top.” “What?” She sat there, legs crossed and her hands on her thighs. He’d interrupted her in the process of closing in on him, but his words froze her right where she was. His cock twitched, tented the silk. She looked amazing like that. Disheveled, needy, flushed, her hair a birds nest, falling around her in a fuzzy halo; he never wanted to look away. He wanted this sight to be burned into his retina forever, to never see anything else the moment he closed his eyes, to dream of nothing else than her body and her smile and her laugh and her eyes. He patted his thigh, smirked when she scrambled to close the distance between them, almost falling on her face. “You stole my grace, Geralt.”, she pouted, when she settled upon him, astride his lap. “You stole it all.” He groaned at her weight on his cock, her center pressed right onto it, wonderful friction, wonderful dampness. His hands came up to grip her thighs, smooth up and down her legs, and then curl around her hips. “Ah, fuck.” His mouth fell open, his tongue peeked out when he wetted his lips. He looked amazing like this, she thought. She could worship this man all day long and never get tired of him. “My heart, my grace, my mind. You name it, you have it.” She cupped his jaw with her hand, barely able to span the width. “You, kind sir, are a thief.” He marveled at her words, couldn’t believe them to be true. But here she was. In his lap, naked as the day she was born, giving herself to him and expecting nothing of him. No coin, no stories, not a piece of his fame. “I’ll have and keep whatever you’re willing to give me, princess.” She never failed to be mesmerized by the way he said her title, more like a pet name than a royal title. He said it as if he loved her, tender and fond, and oh- his voice deep and growling; never had anyone talked to her in that way. She trailed a path down his neck, to his chest, ran her fingers through the sparse hair on it, and, in a bout of boldness, flicked one of his nipples, then soothing it with a touch of her thumb. “Ah-” He caught her hand, pulled it up to his face and pressed his lips to her fingers. “Cheeky.” His eyes glinted with humor and mischief. She wondered if this was what he’d be like if his life had taken another path, one where he wasn’t subjected to murder and hate and doubt. She decided to bring this side out of him as often as she could. Maybe, if others saw him like this - softer, open, loving - they’d be less afraid and less disgusted. His hand came around to her behind, squeezed one cheek and gave it a good smack. “Are you dreaming?”, he asked, silent laughter in the lines of his face, in the way he tippy-tapped his fingertips over her skin. She faked offence and bit her lip, aware of his eyes on them. “Indeed I am. I’m dreaming of the end of my curse. I’m dreaming of the days, where this stupid sheet isn’t needed.” “Fuck, princess.” She moved, her hips rolled, slid along his length, drawing groans and curses out of him with every thrust. His fingers surely left bruises on her hips, with how tight he squeezed her when she hit a particularly delicious spot. Their moans and groans mingled, their scents and the smell of sex heavy in the air; anyone who had just half the sense of smell Geralt had, would know of their joining just by walking by. The thought delighted Geralt in a way he wasn’t ready to explore just yet. They didn’t hold on for long after that. She chanted his name when he seized control and held her down to rut against her harsher and faster than humanly possible, and she loved it. Her body locked, her head thrown back and her scream stuck in her throat; she came hard, with her knees locked at his sides, her hips undulating. The spike of her scent and her leaking all over him and onto the sheet had him there soon enough. His nostrils flared as he breathed in their combined spent and he had to buck up once more with his head thudding against the headboard and a deep, animalistic growl echoing through the room. They sat like that for a couple of moments, her perched on his lap, hair falling down onto his thighs. His eyes were falling closed, he couldn’t remember the last time he was this relaxed. Probably never. Her weight shifting brought him back, his eyes flew open, his hands reached for her. “Calm, Geralt. I’m just laying down.” Oh. She straightened the sheet, pulled it further up his chest and ignored the mess they made in favour of laying her head onto his chest. “I’ll need to take a bath.” “Mhhm.” “You wanna watch?” He huffed a laugh, let his fingers tangle with her hair, play with it. “Is that really a question?” “I guess not.”

#Beautiul & damned #b&d #the witcher #netflix: the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt x oc #smut #there's some fluff in there i guess #scent kink?#witchers canonically weirdly intense senses #that gif makes me wanna take a bath

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doylechan · 7 years ago

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Crazy!Colouring&Editing - DCMK (XI/?)

DETECTIVE CONAN | | CHAPTER 255 - THE INTRUDER'S SUDDEN ARRIVAL

Dedicating this to all who like/love Detective Conan and Shinichi & Ran! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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bellamyblake · 3 years ago

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Written for the 12 days of Bellarkemas prompts: Day 7-reindeer

Canon Divergence AU;

Tagging @klarkegriffin and @queen-of-the-wallflowers15

Bellamy looked between the fingers of the hand he had sprayed over his face once he saw what was happening before him, desperate to believe that none of it was true and let a deep and very frustarted sigh out.

“Clarke-” he mmbled, gritting his teeth “Please tell me that I’m not seeing what I’m seeing.” he heard her giggle and on normal circumstances that would make him smile too, give him that cute giddy feeling in his stomach that urged him to kiss her, lift her up and carry her to bed, but not now-

Definitely not now.

Jasper and Monty snickered too and he was desperate to come by their sides and slap the back of their necks to teach them a lesson but the sound, oh god, the sound that made him want to absolutely go out of his skin with craziness and worry was-

and he couldn’t believe he was actually saying this but-

A poor reindeer’s whine.

He let his hand all down to his side, his shoulders slump with yet another weight of the world he wasn’t expecting to carry on today as he feels his eyebrows furrowing for the second time since he came out of their cabin atter Clarke called him out excitedly from outside.

But nope....no, he still refused to believe that he was seeing the delinquents and his beautiul Clarke, his perfect, amazing, sweet Clarke who just recently officially became his girlfriend and moved in the cabin he built with his own too hands, stroking nothing else-

BUT A POOR DEER’S HEAD.

It couldn’t be true.

And yet he should’ve known something would go wrong if he let her go do the Trishanakru negotiations by herself with just Jasper, Monty and Miller who was nowhere to be found right now (understandable, he knew Bellamy would go crazy when he saw what he was seeing right now and he was trying to escape the bomb that was about to burst into a million pieces and manifest in his uncontrolled rage that usually led to him almost popping a vein).

Now he should’ve known better and he should’ve, he really should’ve accompanied them on that trip, but the thing was he couldn’t because he was dumb enough to go hunting on a very cold Friday morning after a big snow storm and fell down, twisting not just his knee but his ankle too, leaving him absolutely immobile.

The thing was he didn’t care for his stupid leg as much as it hurt him right now as he stood, leaning heavily on the crutch Clarke just insisted he used at all times for at least two weeks-no, from the moment he fell down that stupid steep hill, the first thought that occured to him was “Damn, I won’t be able to go to the negotioations.” like he could just sense that some crazy shit would happen, he just didn’t know it be a fucking deer in his front yeard with drunken or stoned (or possibly both) Jasper and Monty laughing at his expression and Clarke’s cute face as she kept giving all her attention to the damn reindeer.

It has always been weird with Trishanakru from the beginning of their negotiations-the first time Bellamy went with Clarke, they involved them in some very weird ritual and got them stoned, leaving Bellamy wondering if they perhaps married them in secrecy without telling them because they both woke up with a weird red piece of cloth wrapped around their wrists and their palms sliced up.

Then after, they received about a dozen chickens which was great and also two horses, no...it wasn’t horses, it was ponies which Bellamy saw no use of whilst of course Jasper, Monty and the kids adored.

Including Clarke.

Then....after the second peace treaty they came home with a pair of cows, a pig and...two llamas which again Bellamy didn’t mind and knew could use for their fur later on but who proved to be a problem for him since Clarke named them and talked to them every morning whenever she fed them.

That was an issue with all the cattle they got in camp-the delinquents treated them like pets instead of meat they could use or resources that could feed them.

Jasper was already best friends with Goatie McGoat-their one and only goat who recently gave birth and Monty’s favorite was the male pony Pagasus who he used to plow the land but also brought home to his backyard every night and fed sweetened apples.

Clarke, though...Clarke may have been the worst of them all-she didn’t just feed them or give them special attention, she goddamn NAMED them, even the little chicks had tiny pet names that drove Bellamy goddamn crazy.

Well, on one hand.

On the other, he loved seeing her with them, watching her relax, talk to them, going to the stables, drawing them and just letting some of the stressful day leave her body as she spend some time with the animals as she called them, “not cattle, Bell, animals! They have feelings too.” which made him want to bang his head in a wall.

So he should’ve known that them coming home from this won’t go uneventful but after the llamas, you would say, he definitely didn’t expect a reindeer.

“Please-” he reiterated again “Tell me I’m not seeing a goddamn deer on our front lawn.” Clarke pouts as she keeps stroking its head and the poor creature whines again.

“It’s not a deer-” she argues “It’s a fawn.” Bellamy groans at that and Jasper and Monty just laugh louder behind Clarke but Bellamy steps forward, groans at them and points with his finger in the direction of their cabins.

“Go away-” he huffs “NOW!” they scatter around, fumbling and tripping between each other but still laughing and then it’s just him and Clarke left alone with ...

IT.

The deer. Fawn, whatever.

Clarke’s not even dressed in the clothes she left in-she’s wearing a white-yellowish gown with a nice flower crown on top and a beautiful deer pelt tossed over her arms-a proof that even Trishanakru probably killed their llamas and used them as they should be and yet again a point he couldn’t give her now knowing that Petals and Hannah (the two llamas) were Clarke’s favorite animals in camp.

The closer he gets and the more he stares in her eyes, the more certain he is she’s probably at least a little big high too-Trishanakru liked having what they called “afternoon tea with a good smoke and some biscuits”, all items Bellamy was sure were laced with jobi nuts and what they called on the Ark, marijuana.

“Isn’t he beautiful, Bell.” she pleads with him as she keeps stroking the fawn’s head “HIs mama was killed by Azgeda hunters and the nice Trishanakru people found him and brought him home.”

“Clarke-”

“Please, we have to keep him, he’ll be good for us.” she begs, her face already falling a little and breaking into her significant pout “Plus, he’s so adorable.”

“His job isn’t to be adorable, Clarke. We need cattle that we can eat or use for milk, eggs and fur-” he explains groaning as he does so and the fawn turns his head confused in his direction and comes closer, sniffling his jacket “What are we going to do with a goddamn reindeer?”

“Christmas is coming!” Clarke argues “He’ll have his purpose.”

“Unless I can turn him into steak or sausages, I don’t see what the purpose of him is!” Bellamy says agian and she gives him a hard look and covers the fawn’s ears.

“Don’t be mean like this!” she scolds “Can’t you see he’s so alone and heartbroken?”

“He’s not a kid, Clarke. He’s an animal.”

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings-” she cuts off “Right, Comet?” she asks him and the fawn blahs in a weird sheep-like way before nibbling at her fingers and making her chuckle a little.

Bellamy ran his hand down his face again.

“You already named him?” he asks exasparated.

“Of course I did.” she offers Comet some carrot and he eats it eagerly “He’s one of Santa’s reindeers, aren’t you good boy? Aren’t you?” she rubs her nose against his muzzle and the fawn barks in a weird dog-sheep-like strange way that honestly creeps Bellamy the fuck out. “Oh, come on, Bell, don’t be like this. The kids in camp will love him and with the holidays, he’ll be of great joy and purpose.” she loops an arm around his long neck and the fawn sniffles Bellamy again, nibbling at his zipper “See, he already loves you.”

Bellamy rolled his eyes-one of the biggest problems he had was that though he claimed Clarke’s attachment to the cattle is wrong, he wasn’t much better, especially not after she had introduced them to him, told him their names and their purpose of “great joy” to the camp. So one could say she played her cards perfectly by bringing him over first thing to their place and introducing them-she knew he wouldn’t have it in his heart to kill him or let him go back in the forest like he tried to do with the llamas.

“Fine, but he won’t be sleeping inside.” Bellamy cuts off, making it clear that this isn’t up for debate.

Clarke pouts a little but looks at him determined.

“The front porch at least? He’s cold.”

“Then give him a blanket, I’m not sharing a bed with a goddamn reindeer like I did with your little rabbits, okay?”

“They were innocent.”

“So am I and my right to sleep!” he sing songs as he heads back to the cabin, limping heavily on his bad leg. Clarke cheers behind him, hugging Comet again and stroking his head as she leads him up to the front porch and makes him a special bed place with some hey and a blanket(one of Bellamy’s own mind you) but when she comes back in and finds her beautiful, perfectly kind and amazing boyfriend rocking on the chair and sipping on his evening tea spiked with just a bit of moonshine, she throws her arms over his neck and kisses his softly.

“You’re the best.” he groans pretending to be annoyed “And I love you.”

“Love you too.” he mumbles grumpily but kisses her back and pulls her in his lap.

What he didn’t love was the damn reindeer’s cries in the middle of the night or Clarke’s big heart bringing him in by their bedside and throwing yet another blanket over him.

Needless to say, Bellamy hadn’t woken up from a reindeer nibbling at his toes in the morning but he could proudly say he scratched that off his bucket list now too.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #canon divergence au #bellarke christmas #12 days of bellarkemas #fluffy #my writing

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innercherryblossomsoul · 4 years ago

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It’s not fair you’re so damn beautiul, Miri ><

#mass effect legendary edition #me:le #miranda lawson #miranda #mass effect 2 #me2 #normandy

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tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine · 3 years ago

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BBC Ghosts S3EP3 liveblogging

once again beware of spoilery, babbling and swearing under the cut

Oh poor Mary, I love her so much honestly

was that the cousin who only said aaaaaaa his entire life?

horseplay in the lake...that with Ben's trailer today... hm I'm sure I had a point somewhere and it probably has something to do with the captain, havers and a canoe

they really said the up in the air bit i'm screaming

I'm also a glamper tbh

rubadubarubadubada XD

get out is back <3

Kitty waiting for Grease feels a lot like all of us waiting for s3 today

damn it and blast it to hell <3 I also love the patcap dynamic this season. I don't ship it personally but I see it =)

i need seventeen pictures of caps hand binoculars thank you gosh i love him

omg yes this episode is basically just a patcap and I love my creaky boy episode so far

dip it again oh no that scene is so wrong i am crying with laughter i cant

oh no kitty baby poor thing not freddie

humphrey XD <3

willy shaped dude XD

fanny in this episode is golden

must be another caveman XD robin my beybey

omg this episode is so fucking funny the robin julian bits are hilarious i am crying with laughter

she moved to leeds

sleepovers are exactly like that though

mike is the little spoon <3

button house witch project XD

he was acidentially poetic XD but yeah reminds me of a Terry pratchett quote on how people always seek wisdom far away

she's getting imaginary badges why am i crying

omy my boy my beybey my son his character arc is so beautiul i will babble about it later but fuck my heart man i am in tears

gosh i am like fanny i love to be annoyed and bitch about

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #bbc ghosts series 3 spoilers #bbc ghosts season 3 spoilers #liveblogging

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5evahbeyou · 6 years ago

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THAT IS ONE GOOD ART

I love them to the moon and back again 😭❤️

#mybabies❤️

#hiccstrid #hiccup #astrid #httyd3 #babies #make babies #this is the process #this art is so damn beautiul #HTTYD #ROTBTD #httyd fandom

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rcdwrxck · 4 years ago

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Thank God (AKA solnyeo) for the fact that you’re the one Reno I followed first without hesitation. I saw the green light and took it. I think you’re glorious, I’ve been reading your traitor AUs and they spark intrigue, drama, and it’s oH so SPICY. Reno’s conflicting feelings and I like that you add inner monologue to show how he thinks. I adore. It’s absolutely unique, the detail, also how you structure the text. The aesthetic of it all. Beaaauut. ♥

I don’t know about you but I owe a huge thank you to Solnyeo for bringing us together! I honestly couldn’t imagine my dash not having you on it! The only issue being we write the same damn muse so interacting with you has been next to impossible! If you could see the big pout I’m doing right now you’d laugh. I think you’re incredible and I love your take on Reno, your art is just beautiul (I’m sure I’ve said this a hundred times over but i dont care, take the compliment xD)

Heeeck, you’ve been reading my stuff? Senpai whyy. No but seriously, I’m glad you enjoy them! It’s a different side of Reno that I get to explore in a way we wouldn’t normally get to see. My muses thought processes are what keeps me ticking with them so... I like to add their inner struggles if I can!

We need to do something together, somehow! You’re amazing and thank you for existing!

meme response: tell me how you found my blog and what made you stay (i think)

#⚜ ( answered ) — ❝ you ask and we will answer ❞#like this took forever but #heck I THINK YOURE ACE OKAY #devilreno

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wayfaringtrainers · 4 years ago

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So here’s a list of gym leaders and Elite 4 from my Vinda fanregion. bc I’ve put a lot of creative thought into this region and it saddens me it’ll never really see the light of day otherwise.

Gym Leaders

George and Sabra. Dragon Type. George is the gym leader of Gorath City and hands out the Knight Badge. Sabra is his little sister, who does not have any real position in the gym... But George can’t say no to her, so their gym is in effect a multi battle.

Pepper. Fire type (hi @dragonskxn) Pepper is the gym leader of Ignis City and hands out the Furnace Badge. A hardworker eager to prove herself, Pepper is always pushing herself as hard as she can. (She also has a slight inferiority complex because her gym is ‘only’ the second gym and her sister’s a member of the Elite 4)

Gilligan. Flying Type. Gilligan is the Gym Leader of Norpeak City and hands out the Explorer Badge. Curious, studious and always eager to learn more, Gilligan’s favourite past time is getting into his plane and going somewhere never gone before and chronicling his adventures... Which clashes with his duties as gym leader, naturally.

Marcia. Dark Type. Marcia is the Gym Leader of Niras Town and hands out the Subterfuge Badge. She’s a bit of an ol’ trickster who makes finding her a massive chore, which includes a fake gym to trick would-be challengers. But even behind all her tricks, deceptions and ruses... Well, she’s one of the longest-running gym leaders for a reason

Sally. Water Type Sally is the Gym Leader of Mircoast City and hands out the Coastal Badge. She’s from a ‘long line’ of sailors and is as much a sailor as her father. Unlike Gilligan -who Sally has a hot-and-cold relationship with- she takes her gym leader work a lot more seriously, even if her heart belongs to the sea.

Halcyor. Ground Type. Halcyor is sort of the Gym Leader of Kalrin City but his gym is really far out of town. He hands out the Warrior Badge to those rare folk who find his gym and beat him. Out of all gym leaders, Halcyor sticks out like a sore thumb, loud, boisterous, very unprofessional and always up for a challenge, even if it’s not gym leader business. (He’s also named after an old friend of mine during the time I first made Vinda, which is why his name isn’t a ground pun)

Beatrice. Bug Type. Beatrice’s Gym is in Narva City and she hands out the Spider Badge to whoever beats her. Beatrice is haughty, arrogant and highly ambitious. A former member of the elite four who got complacent and got her ass kicked, Beatrice is a pure, professional Pokémon battler, not distracted by other professions and determined to win back her position in the elite four.

Naomi. Normal Type. Naomi’s home town is Teppi Village, so small it doesn’t even have a gym and she hands out the Colossi Badge (which she carves herself). She was supposed to move to the gym in Rivane City, but she refused because she didn’t want to leave behind her work as a stone sculptor. Given the close proximity of the Village to the city, a compromise was permitted.

Elite Four

Merlin. Psychic Type. The first member of the Elite four and has been a member since the league was formed in Vinda. Despite his experience, wisdom and knowledge, Merlin has never sought to ‘climb up the ranks’ in the Elite 4 or attempt to become champion himself, preferring his role as the first challenge for aspiring champions.

Voltra. Electric Type. The second member of the Elite four and also the newest, after defeating Beatrice for the role. Young, full of energy and maybe biting off more than she can chew, she has a lot in common with her sister Pepper.

Charlie. Fairy Type. The third member of the Elite four, Charlie is a pretty boy with a huge array of fans adoring him and his ‘beautiul’ battle style. Despite this, there is little known about Charlie personally due to the fact he wears a mask and keeps his personal life an absolute secret. What is known is his friendship with Merlin.

Riose. Grass Type. The fourth member of the Elite four and the strongest among them. Riose has had a very active career, having been a Gym Leader and Champion beforehand. She was the previous Champion before the current one defeated her, whereupon she accepted her current position in the Elite four. Riose can come across as relaxed, carefree and even lazy, but she’s a hard worker, something she feels she has to be to earn her chosen type affinity the respect it struggles to get.

Other Folk

Dascombe. The current Champion of Vinda, a position he’s held for 4 years. Unlike other Champions, Dascombe has made it clear his intent to resign if he is undefeated this next League run, feeling that he’s had his time and that new, upcoming trainers should have their time, and it would be unfair for him to hog the spotlight. Totally not my personal hatred of Leon appearing here what no. There are rumours abound that Dascombe has issues with his family, rumours he ignores but doesn’t deny.

Crash The first rival of would-be Players of Vinda. An opportunist and a jerk, all Crash cares about is winning and will do whatever it takes, whether it be tricking opponents into fights they can’t win, hanging around the exits to caves where his rivals will be exhausted and all kinds of underhanded schemes. He doesn’t give a damn about fair play, he just wants results. Crash specialises in Rock Pokemon. And yes, he has a Sandstorm team.

Lillian The second rival for players, Lillian has an ego much too large for someone of her skills and never admits defeat, insisting every battle doesn’t count because of some inane excuse. Ironically, she absolutely despises Crash, but doesn’t see the similarities in their desires to win, win, win. Lillian specialises in Ice Pokemon and has a hail team. Again, blind to the similarities between herself and Crash.

Rachal The third rival for players, and one that isn’t a jerk. Rachel is shy, sweet and timid... And her heart isn’t really into the gym challenge. However, Rachel feels like she has to be a trainer for reasons she keeps to herself. At the very least, her Pokémon adore her and she’s a gentle, loving soul at heart. Keeping up with the theme here, Rachel has a Rain Team.

Bernard The fourth rival for players and the last one, I promise. Obviously keeping in with the theme, Bernard has a sun team and is a more traditional “nice rival” like Hop, Barry and Trace. He’s competitive and... Honestly I never got very far with him, due to losing interest so long ago and never getting back into the swing of things.

#Pay no mind to the man behind the trainer #Zichi talks about Vinda

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hamelaisley · 5 years ago

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prague...dedicated to becky

PRAGUE

Chapter 1

"we could run..........you and me. we could go now and never look back"

"are you serious???"

"i have money saved up josh. i could get us new identities. create a escape route. for now just keep up appearances.........,go to berlin like were gonna shoot. well leave to go to prague from there"

"what are you saying jen?????"

"im saying i wanna be a real person again........with you. thats what you want right???? i mean this is it josh. will you run away with me????"

-XX-

"aaaaaand action!!!!" yelled francis lawrence.

any other time this would have been joshs idea of heaven. working with his friend all day. but now.... it was just really awkward and he couldnt wait until the wrap.

josh started to mumble his lines but was cut off by jen.

"im really sorry francis but........i cant do this right now......." she said and then walked off to her trailer.

it had been like this ever sense....ever sense prague.......

-XX-

josh walked up to the train platform trying to find jen. suddenly he saw her standing with a suitcase and wearing a red jacket with cute black heels on. she spotted him and immediately smiled at him. he walked over to her.

"hey!!!!! i was starting to think you werent coming!!!" she said.

josh looked down at his shoes. jen didnt notice or care. jen pulled a folder out of her purse.

"k so here are our new identities. for now on your name is thomas campbell and mine is elle sinclair. we can talk about there back stories or whatever on the train ride to prague" she said.

"jen........." josh said.

"oh dont worry about the ride......... its only a hour long and if your bored you have me to talk to" she said.

"jen i.......i dont think we should do this........."

jen looked kinda confused.

"what do you mean?????"

"i mean we..... we made a promise that we would make these movies. we have a responsibility to the fans and everyone in the movie to finish it.... this is our life jen. this fairytale about running away is nice but this is where we belong. in hollywood. living our real lives....."

"josh its not that simple....... you dont understand but everything here is fake.....but this" she said and grabbed josh's hand. ".....this is simple. this is our real life. we have to go josh...... are you coming????? please come with me josh....."

josh paused and let go of jen's hand.

"i cant......im sorry........"

-XX-

josh walked up to jen's trailer and knocked.

"jen its me.....please let me in........"

"josh no. i dont want to talk to you now"

josh could tell she was crying.

"jen......."

"go away!!!!!"

josh leaned against the door and felt a single tear on his cheek.

"ok" he whispered.

Chapter 2

things were awkward on set. jen was avoiding josh and it was making him feel awful and lonely. he was always talking and laughing with her and now that he wasnt he felt empty and hurt. he hated being alone because then your forced into listening to your own thoughts instead of someone elses voice. god he couldnt wait for this to end.

but.......but what if this awkwardness never ended?? what if jen never forgave him???

he stared at the script in his hands. he was trying to memorize his lines because he had to and to distract himself from the situation with jen. it wasnt really working. he looked out the window of his trailer and saw jen in her own trailer looking straight at him. but when she saw that he saw her she looked away.

josh threw the papers on the ground frustratedly. he needed to talk to jen. even if she didnt want to talk to him. fuck, hed tie her up and force her to listen if thats what it took.

he walked out the door and to jen's trailer. he knocked and waited for her to answer nervous that she wouldnt. but she did. thank GOD thought josh.

"hey" jen said not looking at him. she was wearing a pretty white dress that would probably blow in the wind if it was windy. it reminded josh of the first time he saw jen.

-XX-

he put some cologne on his wrists and pulled on the jacket he was wearing. then he looked in the mirror and fixed his hair. he felt like a girl but he wanted to look perfect before meeting his co-star jennifer lawrence. they talked on the phone a few days ago and he has instantly fell in love with her. she was so funny and comfortable with who she was. and josh knew she was gorgeous. he saw her at the oscars when she was nominated for winters bone. she was irresistible to josh even though he didnt meet her in person yet. but that was going to change in a few minutes if josh didnt die from his heart beating so fast that it fell out of his chest.

he looked at his watch and took a deep breath. if he didnt leave now he was gonna be late.

he left his house and got into his car and drove to jen's house. when he got there he couldnt help but laugh at the garden nomes in the yard of her house. they were cute just like her.

josh wiped his sweaty hands in his pants and rang the door bell. jen answered.

joshs mouth went dry when he saw her. even though she was wearing a super simple white dress she was still breathtaking stunning. her eyes were the bluest blue josh had ever seen. her lips were full. her cheeks were pink like she ran to the door or something, and she had a cute button nose. jen smiles and you could see her dimples.

"well what are you waiting for silly!!!!! come in the damn house its frickin cold outside hahah" she said.

josh did as was told and went Ito her house. suddenly he stopped and just looked at her. he didnt think it was possible to be more attracted to this girl but that was before he saw her in person. it was love at first sight for him.

oh god josh thought im inlove with a girl and i dont even know her full name.....

"uh.....jen???"

"thats mizz lawrence to you" she joked.

he laughed. "k so this is kinda super weird but i was wondering........ can you tell me your middle name????"

she looked at him silently for a few seconds before saying something. "shrader. my middle name is shrader" she said.

"jennifer shrader lawrence" josh said. and it was the most beautiul name hed ever heard.

-XX-

"hey......can i come in????" josh asked. jen nodded her head "yes" so josh went in.

"look josh about the other day........"

"its ok jen. really its fine like dont worry about it" josh said.

"i just really miss you so much. what happened in prague......im so sorry jennifer for hurting you. i didnt mean to hurt you. and i want us to go back to the way things were. please????? i dont wanna loose you.......... i love you"

"josh.........."

josh cut her off as he leaned forward and kissed her. to his disappointment though, she pulled away after a few seconds.

"josh..........we need to break up."

Chapter 3

"josh..........we need to break up."

out of all the things josh thought jen would say that did not even make the list. he expected that theyd need to talk some things out but.........

"....i....jen what?"

"josh its.....please dont look at me like that....i just think that were not the same people we were when we first fell in love.....i dont want to ruin our friendship"

she was right about one thing. they werent the same people they were when they first fell in love. the old jen would never do something like this to him.

-XX-

"oh you can do better than that!!!" jen yelled at josh as she flew through the air. josh laughed and pushed her back harder. his arms were getting kinda sore. who knew that pushing someone on a swing could be so much work??

"jen my arms are tired." he complained. "im gonna take a break"

"your WEAK JOSH HUTCHERSON. YOUR FUCKING WEAK!!!"

"well not all of us can be nicholas fucking hoult jen. maybe you should call him so that he can come push you" he said. but right after he said it he wished he didnt. it wasnt fair to jen. she didnt know how much it hurt him to see her with nick. and even if she did he didnt have a right to be mad. it wasnt her fault that she loved nick and not him.

"look jen im sorry" he shouted up to her. she ignored him.

he stepped back away from the swing and sat down. he watched her for a little while until suddenly jen let go of the swing and literally went flying through the air. he knew she did it on purpose because she was laughing like an idiot the whole way until she hit the mulch. but even then she was still laughing. josh ran over to her to make sure she was okay. her knees were scraped and her hair was messed up and had pieces of mulch stuck in it.

"i wanted to come sit with you but i didnt want to do the whole slowing down thing normal people do when there done swinging" she told him.

josh rolled his eyes and laughed.

"god dammit jen!!! you know i love you but you can be such an airhead sometimes!!!" he laughed. jen didnt. she stared up at him and met his eyes.

"you love me????"

josh started to panic. did he say that out loud???

"josh....do you???? love me????"

he couldnt tell if she was kidding or not. he could easily get himself out of this one. of course he loved jen. she was his best friend!!! but for some reason he didnt want to get out of anything. he wanted to tell her. there. in the hawaiian park under spring clouds.

"i.......jennifer how could i not??? ive loved you ever sense that very first phone call. sense i very first saw you. ive loved you every time weve laughed and every time weve fought. i loved you when you had a boyfriend and i loved you when i had a girlfriend. ive loved you during my proudest moments and my weakest moments. ive loved you during nothings and somethings and everything in between. so yes jennifer i love you. ive been hopelessly inlove with the girl in the white dress from the very beginning and will be right up until the end."

jen didnt say anything for a while. instead she just took his hands in hers and leaned into him so that there faces were pretty much touching. josh fought the desire to just lean forward and take those perfect lips into his own.

finally she said something. "so you DO remember what color dress i was wearing when we met!!!"

josh smiled. of course thats what she got from that.

"ya i guess i do"

"josh??"

"ya????"

"we broke up. me and nick"

josh tried not to look excited. not that he really was. he was just worried about jen.

"why would he break up with you??? your the most perfect girl in the world and if he doesnt see that then he doesnt deserve you!!!!"

"i broke up with him josh...."

"what???? why???"

"because i love you too"

and then like belle and her beast there lips met taking away the beast and leaving only a prince.

-XX-

"jen thats bullshit and you know it....." josh said to her. "you know i hate being lied to......why dont you just tell me the real reason???"

jen sighed not looking him in the eye.

"josh after prague i.....was hurt. you hurt me when you said no. it made me feel like you didnt love me and i......called someone who i knew still loved me....."

"huh??? who???"

"josh.....i called nick"

Chapter 4

"josh.....i called nick. okay?!? i called nick and one thing led to another and we decided to give our relationship another chance. im sorry josh. i didnt mean to hurt you......."

josh felt his eyes start to sting with salty tears. how could she do this to him???

"did you screw him???"

"what??"

"i said....did you screw him"

"josh......."

"answer me"

".....yes. but josh you need to understand that you hurt me....."

he didnt hear anything that she said after that. her lips were moving but there was no sound. he stared straight through her.

"josh........josh please say something......."

"you.....jen you *cheated* on me??" josh asked.

"it....we were on a break and i was hurting josh you need to know that please know that"

josh fell out of his daze after hearing that.

"god jennifer you are so full of shit"

"uh excuse me?????"

"and to think i actually felt bad about prague.... i called you 273 times after that jennifer. you didnt answer 273 times. and it turns out that was because you were too busy sleeping with someone else????"

"thats not fair-"

"actually i think it's perfectly fucking fair jennifer. god i worked my ASS off for this relationship. i felt guilty for those whole three months we didnt talk. i missed you. i just wanted to make things better and i was stupid enough to think that you wanted that too!! god im such a idiot!!!"

jen was mad.

"how dare you say that stuff to me??? do you think it was easy for me to not talk to you for three months??!?!" she yelled.

"well after what you just told me ya i do!!" he shouted.

"i thought we were taking a break!!!"

"you know what??? fuck our friendship. you fucking disgust me and i dont want anything to do with you. not anymore"

jen didnt say anything.

josh stormed out of the trailer taking jens silence as his time to leave.

-XX-

"jennifer.....im so sorry. i was scared. scared to leave behind the life ive worked for my whole life. im a coward and im sorry. i shouldnt have left you in prague. i love you"

"i know that your mad and hurt and i know that i made you feel like that and im sorry im so fucking sorry. i love you jennifer"

"its been a week now......jen your scaring me. im worried about you.....please call me so i know that your ok??"

"jen im going crazy here.....its been a month sense i last kissed you......touched you......or fucking saw you...... i know your ignoring me but..... stop ok?? i miss you"

"jen......the decision that i made in prague. i know what it looks like. i know that it looks like i chose being an actor over.......over being with you. but thats not what happened. how i feel about you is real. very very real. and i know that you know how ive felt about you for a long time..... i told you.....we told each other and......and.........look jen i know that i probably hurt you. your probably hurt that i didnt run away with you in prague........but jen......i love you. i love you and i cant live without you. so.......please call me back"

the smell of pool water and listening to his voicemails was making jen feel dizzy. she held the phone to her ear and tried not to cry. but what she and josh had.......it was over now. she was never going to let herself get hurt like that again. she was stupid to think that josh would ever run away with her. her fairytale of running away from the fame and getting married and having kids and just living.......it was never gonna happen. and part of her knew she knew it wouldnt happen before this but that didnt make it hurt less.

she took the phone away from her head and looked at it one more time before she threw it into the pool.

"hey babe who was that???" nick asked.

"no one" she said. she leaned down and kissed nick on the ear. "absolutely no one"

Chapter 5

josh was so mad at jen he didnt even know what to do. the only thing he knew was that he had to get out of here before he exploded. so he went to the only place he could think of.

"oh hi josh" jena malone said when she saw it was josh who knocked on her trailer door.

"hi jena" josh said. jena opened the door a little bit more. he didnt move.

"well what are you waiting for silly!!!!"

josh felt like he was gonna throw up when she said that. even though jena didnt know that that was what jen had said to him when they first met didnt mean it didnt bother him a lot.

"i.....actually was wondering if i could maybe......take you out tonight??"

she smiled when he said that.

"ya id love to!! just let me get my purse and we can go k??"

"ya sounds good"

-XX-

"josh??? what are you doing here??? its midnight!!!" jen said after she opened her hotel door to see josh standing there with daisies.

"tonights our last night in hawaii" he said.

"ya so we should be sleeping because getting back to LA is gonna take forever"

"no.....we should be walking to the picnic i set up on the beach for us so that we can sleep on the plane" josh said. he took a purple daisy and put it in jen's hair. after that he gave her them.

jen smiled. "alright lead me to it"

they walked down to the beach holding hands. josh loved holding her hand. it made him feel so connected to her.

"oh my god josh this is awesome!!!!!" jen said when she saw joshs picnic.

they sat down and started to eat. jen looked up at the night sky. the moon was full and reflecting on the ocean.

"this is the most beautiful thing ive ever seen" she said. she was looking at the full moon.

"sure is" josh said. he was looking at jen.

-XX-

"so where are we gonna go????" asked jena. they were in joshs car.

"lou's" he said.

"whats that????"

"a club"

"oh fun"

on the drive there joshs phone started buzzing and didnt stop.

"sheesh!!! someone must really wanna talk to you!!!" jena joked.

"huh....weird" josh said.

when they got to the club josh checked his phone"

37 missed calls from Jennifer Lawrence and 37 new voicemails. his phone started buzzing again.

josh glared at his phone before turning it off. screw her josh thought.

josh went inside the club and saw that jena had already ordered them some drinks.

"just a few shots" she said. josh smiled. this was just what he needed to get his mind off jennifer shrader lawrence.

it got later and josh and jena got more drunk. they decided to go dance on the dance floor.

josh watched jena dance and realized how pretty she was. he never thought about jena like that before because he was too busy thinking about jen like that. he got close to her and started to dance with her.

"you are so gorgeous" he said. she laughed.

"your not do bad yourself handsome" she said.

josh leaned in and kiss jena. he pulled her waist closer to him and she put her hands around his neck.

"do you wanna come home with me???" josh asked.

"yeah but were gonna have to wait because were both to drunk to drive" she said. "lets see i called her like 20 minutes ago to come get us so.... oh there she is!!!!"

josh turned around to see who jena was talking about.

standing there was jen with tears on her cheeks. she looked at him and ran to the clubs bathroom.

"whats her deal....." jena laughed.

josh didnt care about jen anymore. he couldnt care about her. and besides what right does she have being hurt when she was the one who cheated on him?!?

josh smiled at jena and kissed her again.

with each second he kissed jena he could feel himself thinking less about jen.

this was just what he needed.

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rhabakoli · 5 years ago

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Virgin No More

unbetaed, bc late. smut, beware.

this is the missing smut from Beautiful & Damned’s latest chapter.

@dreamwritesimagines @riviawitch3r

He was determined, focused, but so, so gentle. His hands were wandering over your body, his lips never left yours. He was completely covering you, your legs wrapped around his waist, your night shift bunched at your hips, and it was everything you ever wanted, It was safe; HE was safe. He shielded you from the outside world, from anyone seeing you like this. He kept you to himself, was the only one to see you this open, this beautiful; the only one to make you feel safe while being at the most vulnerable you ever were.

His teeth caught your lips, one of his hands reached back and smoothed down your thigh to grab your ass and squeeze. You couldn’t hold back a silent gasp, but Geralt just smiled and a growl rumbling through his chest. He felt your body under his, curves and scars and blemishes and he wanted to explore all of you. He needed to. He needed to make you feel like you lost your mind; needed to make you writhe underneath him, this vulnerable, to see your skin tinted with a gorgeous rosy dust, to hear your heart beat faster and harder, hear it beckon him to match his hips to the rhythm of it. He needed to be the only one. Your only one. You could tell he was lost in his emotions, lost in his head. His hips were circling against yours, core against core; it was like he wasn’t aware, too animalistic, too wild, too driven by his desire. His whole body was thrumming with it, growls and grunts from deep inside him, making you shiver all over, press closer to him, feel him, let yourself be taken. He was licking along your jaw, painted your skin wet with just the tip of his tongue, before he latched onto your neck. You screwed your eyes shut, tried to keep your wits about – but holy ass, was it hard. “Geralt, please.” He was clothed still, separated from you by straining leather and linen, but you needed him naked, bare, inside you. “Geralt, take it off, take it all off.” Your voice was low, gentle, a little shaky. But he still heard, of course. He stilled above you, a couple deep, hot breaths against your throat, then he was gone. The sudden loss of body heat had you shivering, had your nipples harden even more. His golden eyes were sharp, intense, and didn’t leave your figure, not one second. He knelt between your legs, his hands on your knees at his sides, his eyes going from your face to your chest, to your stomach and lower. His view was obscured by your nightshift, and he snarled at it. He went to rip it off you, probably destroying it in the process, but you reacted in time and pulled it up, up, up, over your head and let it drop to the floor next to the bed. You were rewarded with a shaky intake of breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at your knees. “Come on, Geralt.”, you lured him, breathless yourself. “Please, don’t make me wait.” Finally, he reacted. You watched as his fingers opened the laces of his breeches, quick and deftly, and your brain immediately thought of other used for those skilled appendages. Piece after piece fell to the floor, bared him to you more and more. Your mouth watered, and you had to get your mouth on his body. Where your confidence came from? You didn’t know, maybe some weird sex demon possessed you. But maybe it was all in the way Geralt, this beast of a man, so kind, so gentle, looked at you. How he reacted to you, how he wanted you, and didn’t even think to hide it. Therefore, you didn’t either. You just did what you thought felt good. You sat up, curled your hand around his hip and pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart. His fingers curled in your hair, cupped the back of your head. He huffed, your name on his lips like a prayer, like he couldn’t believe he got to touch you, like he couldn’t believe you were here with him. You let your hands explore, feel his skin under your hands, the warmth radiating off him, the tenseness of his muscles, the coarse hair sprinkled all over his chest and trailing down. It was like a path to paradise, like a promise of what’s to come. “Oh, fuck.” You grinned, your lips still pressing kisses to his skin, little scrapes of your teeth for variety. You let your fingertips drift along the waistline of his breeches, ever so softly, touch barely there. He was still kneeling, your legs now around his thighs. It brought his crotch to a comfortable height. In a sudden onset of boldness, you curled your fingers into the waistband and tugged. His cock, hard, heavy, hot, was definitely happier once you’d gotten rid of its prison. Your nails scraped along Geralt’s thighs, lured a deep, rough groan from him. He was focused on your face, the fire in his eyes spurring you on. The gold of his irises was nothing more than a thin line, the rest was swallowed by the deep black of his pupils. It sent shivers down your back. You pressed a kiss just underneath his bellybutton, then one to the jut of his hipbone. “Shit.” He was… proportional. His dick twitched every time you moved; Geralt barely holding back now. It made you feel invincible. To have him wrapped around your finger, to be able to do this to him? It was a rush of power and trust you didn’t expect. And it made you want to protect him, so that no one else ever would get the chance to abuse that sense of intimacy. His hands wrapped around your wrists, brought them together to hold them with one of his, while the other came to tilt up your chin. “Princess, that’s enough.” He’d explode if your mouth got any closer to his dick than it already was. And you looked so curious and bold tonight, he wouldn’t be surprised if you actually tried. Instead, he raised your crossed wrists over your head and back, effectively bringing you down on you back once more. He wasn’t far behind, needed to feel your chest pressed against his. “You’re beautiful. Precious.” You were slick already, but with his voice on your ear, his breath against your skin, his cock rubbing against you – you could scarcely breathe. The leather of his pants dug into his thighs, restricted his movement, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to eat you up, eat you out, breathe you in until your scent and taste were burned into his brain, soaked into his skin. He wanted to bathe in your very essence until he would be able to remember all of you to his dying day. “Hold onto something.”, he commanded. You couldn’t not, your hips raised into his on their own accord, made you gasp. He smirked at that. “You will have to be very good for me. Very quiet.” Geralt kissed your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. His hands next to you caused the mattress to dip, made you feel caged in, but content. In any way, he was teasing, and you hated him a little bit. One hand stroked down your side, your stomach, before coming to rest with its thumb on your clit. The touch was soft and short, but you were so worked up, it sent shocks through you anyway. You jolted, gasped, and then his hand was on your mouth, silencing you. “Princess, as much as I want to make everyone listen to you scream my name, it wouldn’t do you any good. Your mother will be in here before I can even get my mouth on you, and neither of us wants that.” His thumb has taken to circling your clit, flicking left to right from time to time. It had you keening, but you tried to keep quiet. He released you and crawled lower instead, his mouth now latching onto your right nipple. “Ah, don’t-“ His tongue came out, a broad lick across the sensitive bud, and the ending of what you were going to say came out in a breathless sigh. “-stop.” He chuckled, shifted his hand and dipped low, his index finger now teasing your entrance. He pushed inside, just his fingertip, then he stopped. His while body tensed up, his cock jumped, grew ever harder. You were so wet, so ready for him, he was close to completely loosing it. Your fingers were clutching at his shoulders, then slid up to his neck and head. The way you said his name, not yet a moan but close enough, had him thrust shallowly into the air. “Fuck, what did I ever do to deserve this.” You laughed at that, unbelieving as well. “You love me.” He hummed, pulled his hands from you and pushed himself even lower. He was hungry, and diner was served. His mouth on your cunt made you sit up, a loud curse on your lips. What in the world? “Lay back princess.” He wasn’t going to stop. He’d not stop until you’ve come on his tongue, until you were dripping. Your heart was beating so hard, it was deafening; you were sure it was going to explode any second. And then Geralt did something with his tongue that had you seeing stars; suddenly you had to concentrate really hard on being quiet. The room was filled with the sounds of your wetness, of Geralt’s growls and happy hums, your moans, your stifled curses when you were aware enough to clap a hand over your mouth. It was dirty, heady, delightfully so. Your hips jolted when he pushed a finger in, carefully, and you gasped so loudly, he was concerned for a moment. “Are you okay?” Your right hand came up to pinch your nipple, your left buried itself in Geralts hair and held on. “YES.” He didn’t hesitate long and dove right back in with new energy, more tongue and with more pressure. He licked you, he ate you like a man starving. His finger dragged out, then pushed back in, producing such a delicious teasing friction, you had to wriggle your hips. He didn’t like that. His free arm came to wrap around you, hold your hip down and still. You didn’t realize your small movements weren’t the actual reason, not before pulled out, spread your cunt with middle and index finger and licked up your slit in one broad swipe. “Oh fuck, Geralt, ple-“ He hummed, the vibrations shooting through you like little shooting stars. You started to lose feeling in your toes, and still they were tingly; it spread up your legs, warmth pooled in your belly. You knew you’d not be able to hold on much longer, but Geralt didn’t want you to. “You taste amazing, my princess. I want to never taste anything else again. Never. “ He started fucking you with his tongue, swirled it around, pushed in, pulled out, licked up and down and made you writhe and see stars. You grew hotter and hotter, muscles coiled tight and ready to let go, when Geralt hummed once again, then let off just enough to talk. “I will make this my dinner every night from now on. You’ll learn what it means to be satisfied, my beloved.” He leaned up onto his elbow, looked down at your drenched, wrecked cunt. “You’ll crave me.” One finger slipped into you. “You will beg for me to come visit you at night.” Back out. “I won’t be able to sleep before I had a taste of you, Princess.” Back in. His leisurely pace had you keening and fisting the fabric under you. “Never will I be satisfied with anything less than the taste of your arousal on my lips.” He smiled at you, softly, adoring. “Never again do I want to miss your presence, my Princess.” Geralt gathered up your juices, pushed them back in and then he was right back where he loved to be. Head buried between your legs, lapping up your wetness and not wasting a single drop. Barely half a minute later, you were going tense, your legs closing around Geralt’s head, trapping him there, and then you came. You bit the palm of your hand as not to scream his name, but you surely did thrash in place, your body shaking from head to toe. Never had you had such an intense orgasm, and you’d never thought it would even be possible to feel like this. Your blood was rushing in your ears, your lungs refused to work, and you were sure Geralt was talking to you. Were you passing out? No, you didn’t think you were. A giggle spilled over your lips then, and suddenly you couldn’t stop it anymore. Geralt had finally gotten rid of his pants and now he was crawling back over you and brushed your hair from your face. “You alright?” You nodded, still giggling. “Good.” He cupped your face with one hand, kissed you and then nuzzled underneath your jaw, like a small puppy. Which, he wasn’t. Not at all. You still felt very sensitive and twitchy, so you were grateful that he wasn’t touching you anywhere below your hip. In a sexual way, at least. Instead he was stretched out at your side, his leg thrown over yours, and his arms pulling you close. You calmed down after a while, Geralts steady breath at your side reassuring. The two of you laid like that for a while, just breathing, Geralt’s hands wandering in soothing patterns, his nose pressed into your skin. You took way long to realize he was still hard, poking into your hip. Before, you would have been mightily embarrassed, maybe would even cover your eyes and roll away. But, he’d just had his head between your legs, had eaten you out like it was his first meal in a while. He had shown you more than once actually, how much he loved and desired you, and how nothing whatsoever could change it. Instead, you rolled over, wrapped your arms around him. “Do you need help with that?” Geralt laughed, pressed a kiss to your temple. “Do you offer?” With the cheekiest smile you could procure, you pinched his ass. “I might.” Sadly, he didn’t really react, but you guessed his Witcher abilities might have influenced his pain perception. You stretched, your bones groaning and aching, before snapping back to where they belonged. He straddled your thighs, his hands spread and covering most of your ribcage; he was ginormous. A mountain. Nonetheless, you’ve never felt safer and more content than right now. You smiled up at him, wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss his lips, then nip at his jaw. “How do you want me then?” Geralt licked his lips, made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat. “I want you naked, wet, and all the time.” You let your arms fall back into the cushions, knew the stretch would make your breasts rise and taunt him. “What are you waiting for?” He loved how relaxed and open you were, how you teased him, how you didn’t shy away from him or his nakedness. He loved you, body and soul. “I love you too, Geralt.” You’d seen it in his face, Over time, you’d become quite adept in reading the witcher and his moods, and this face was definitely not one he should show in public. He nuzzled your cheek, bit teasingly at your nose and kissed your lips, just to mumble: “So much, my beloved.” And then he got off you, made you spread your legs once more and sank down between them. You wrapped them around his waist, dug your heels into his butt when he teased you with the head of his cock and accidentally scratched his bicep when he positioned himself. “Shh, it’s okay, we don’t have to.” “No, I want to.” You looked up at him, how his hair fell down around his face, like a curtain shielding you from reality; he was divine. He was an actual angel and you should thank your parents for calling him. He followed the lines of your face with his fingertips, tapped the tip of your nose. “You should try to relax then, Princess.” You tried, you really did. But he was huge. How was he supposed to fit in you without accidentally hurting you? He’d never forgive himself if he did. He knew, of course he did. Stupid enhanced senses. Geralt cupped your jaw, lips pressed against yours and then the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your chin. You had to giggle at his antics, not used to such playfulness; it was nice. He breached you, and you gasped, sucked in as much air as possible and tensed up. “No, no, breathe. You have to breathe.” You willed your muscles to unclench, your lungs to expand and closed your eyes. “That’s it, yes.” You continued to just breathe, your nails digging into his skin where you were clutching his arms, but he didn’t even acknowledge it. He was busy scanning your face for major discomfort and any sign to stop, while he slowly pushed it. But there wasn’t. You soldiered on, and once he was buried inside, you took a deep breath, released it and opened your eyes. Geralt started to pepper your face with kisses once more, praising you, showering you in compliments. Your heart swelled, then burst and you melted into a puddle of goo. Which, ultimately, was Geralt’s goal. “This okay?”, he asked, as he started moving. It was agonizingly slow, but he couldn’t risk hurting you. A nod, then you pressed your head back into the pillows and focused on the sensations. The ladies in court had one way of talking about this kind of experience, and it was usually a very negative one. You should have known that it wouldn’t be like that at all, not with your witcher. He’d rather cut off his own arm, than hurt you. “You’re doing so good, so good, princess. “ You hummed, smiled. The stretch started to dissipate, made place for pleasure and heat. It wasn’t long, and you had to urge him on, roll your hips, meet his thrusts. It wasn’t perfect, your inexperience made it sloppy and he just tried to roll with it, but – fuck. You wouldn’t have it any other way. The familiar heat built in your belly, your toes tingled, and you keened when Geralt suddenly hit a spot that made your whole body jolt. He just chuckled darkly, wrapped his hands around your hips to keep you in place and started assaulting that same spot. Only seconds, and then you saw stars, felt sensations you were a stranger to, and then you exploded. A hand came to keep your mouth shut, Geralt still thrusting inside you, faster and faster, his forehead pressed against your temple. His left hand kept your knee up and in place, so he could thrive in at a better angle. You couldn’t anymore, you couldn’t. You were shaking, your whole body out of control. There were tears racing each other into your hairline, and then warmth. Warmth pooling inside you, where you weren’t sure it was supposed to be. And then you realized. Geralt just came. Inside you. You were a bit sad you had missed it, but you concluded there’d be more occasions where you’d be less distracted by your own orgasm. When you came down, your felt light, boneless; deeply satisfied. Geralt had sat back onto his haunches and gathered your legs, your feet planted onto his thighs. His hands were wrapped around your ankles and his chin was placed on your knees. “You’re well?” You glanced down at him, sleepy and exhausted and nodded. “Just a lot to process.” Then you raised your arms, gestured him to come hug you. He seemed relieved, kissed the inside of your right knee and let your legs drop to the side, then came to gather you into his arms. You let yourself be manhandled and positioned, you didn’t have the mind to protest. You came to rest with your head on his chest, his arm around you and his nose pressed into your hair. He wiped away the tears and hugged you even closer. “You came in me.”, you mumbled, barely awake anymore. Geralt hummed, played with your hair. “Witchers can’t procreate.” “Oh, okay.” The low tone of his voice was the last thing you were consciously aware of, before you drifted off into sleep.

#the witcher #smut #geralt x reader #b&d #Beautiul & damned #a dreamwritesimagines production #first times #loss of virginity #soft geralt

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