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embrosegraves · 1 month

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader The season starts and it's a relatively calm affair, until it's not. Some things can be predicted while others show up like an unwanted Force Ghost from Star Wars.

Warnings: As per, explicit language and grammatical errors. I'm limited by the emojis i can use on my computer so if you see a Oceania World emoji, it's because theres no aussie flag :'(

i'm gaslighting everyone into thinking that the tweets have no dates or timestamps. they don't exist i don't know what you're talking about.

also, for the sake of the plot, anybody can see your ig story even on priv accounts :D

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Bahrain GP

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oscarpiastri First race with redbullracing and a P7 in Bahrain. Pretty proud if I do say so myself tagged: redbullracing, yn.horner, danielricciardo

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redbullracing Absolutely MEGA drive Oscar 🔥😎 -> liked by author

fan1 Starting the year off strong 💪💪

fan2 Oscar looks so much happier already 🥹

Saudi GP

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redbullracing The faces of two BOYS who thought it was a good idea to wake Admin up at an UNGODLY hour

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fan5 FELT OMGGG

oscarpiastri It was well past noon don't even -> redbullracing "it wAs WeLl pAsT nOoN" stfu 😒

maxverstappen1 but I got a coffee peace offering -> redbullracing uhuh, a 'coffee' offering. -> redbullracing IT WAS DECAF -> max33verstappen the though counts???

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oscarpiastri Ruben let me use (steal) oscar's phone so i can expose the memes oscar sends to the RB groupchat. yw - redbullracing admin

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yn.horner #op81 stans, this is who your pookie is??? -> oscarpiastri when I catch you -> yn.horner "when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you"

redbullracing ayo rubenholtt is a real one frfr -> rubenholtt you promised me double coated timtams what was I supposed to do? -> oscarpiastri maybe not let them use my phone and just buy them urself?? -> rubenholtt yeah nah

maxverstappen1 why are they just me and charles? -> charles_leclerc I would like to know as well ☝️ -> oscarpiastri uuhhhhh -> oscarpiastri 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

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oscarpiastri I couldn't let logansargeant be the only '23 Rookie hosting a podcast this year (Admin held me hostage to include that last pic 🙃) ((also, first ep coming soon!)) tagged: danielricciardo, aussiegrit and redbullracing

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logansargeant welcome to the club bro 😎 -> oscarpiastri you 🤜🤛 me

redbullracing only the coolest kids host podcasts 🔥😎 -> redbullracing also you weren't held hostage, you were ✨persuaded✨ -> oscarpiastri whatever helps you sleep at night

maxverstappen1 I thought I was the rb driver with a podcast?? -> oscarpiastri okay?? Logan and Alex both have a podcast? -> maxverstappen1 they're on the same podcast????? -> oscarpiastri your point?????????????????? -> maxverstappen1 ???????????????????????????????????????? -> yn.horner girls girls, you're both pretty -> oscarpiastri omg you think we're pretty? 🤭🥰 -> maxverstappen1 omg both of us 🥰🥰🥰 -> yn.horner oh ffs

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yn.horner We don't tolerate cheating in this household tagged: oscarpiastri, danielricciardo, maxverstappen1, gplambiase

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christianhorner behave -> yn.horner wdym? I'm a saint compared to some people

oscarpiastri I won uno fair and square -> maxverstappen1 still can't believe you stacked two +4s -> oscarpiastri 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

fan45 Red Bull Admin is the cuntiest admin of them all -> yn.horner I try my very bestest for you guys 🥹🥰

very upset at how long this took for me. incredibly frustrating to have everything planned out and then have nothing get done because of writers block but here it is regardless

I sincerely hope that you guys are enjoying the series and that you can forgive how tardy this update is.

(I'm not gonna be home for a bit so I will repost with the taglist when I get back <3)

Love you all so much 🫶🫶

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trulyhblue · 3 months

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My Girl

Hayley Raso x Barcelona! Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, drinking, sport rivals, coarse language.

A/N — this photo of her after the Chelsea vs RMA CL game has me in a chokehold. A short but sweet one <3

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You met Hayley in a drunken embrace, breathing in the earthy chill that contrasted the firey ambience of the club.

You hadn't been starting for your Childhood team for a couple of weeks now, only just making the starting eleven today you went above and beyond in training. Barcelona was your home. You grew up in the city, raised with a football by your feet, and had been a part of the club for as long as you could remember. You were one of the many girls among the team who had never experienced life outside of the Spanish League, with no eminent efforts of changing that anytime soon. You had made your debut at seventeen, and over these past few years, you were lucky enough to see the team expand into one of the greatest women’s team in the world — arguably even the best.

While this came with certain bragging rights, and of course the utmost pride for the club, the safety and security that came with your position on the team were always at stake. Unlike other teams, Barcelona were ongoing in their endeavours to keep their players on their toes in regard to their contracts. This was most apparent in girls like you, who had been at Barca your whole life.

It was a constant battle to the top, but maintaining your status there was harder. You loved football. It was your passion, your dream, but it was also your career — a very demanding one, at that.

You had met Hayley in England when you were visiting Manchester to catch up with your close friend Ona. Ona was at United, thriving at the club in streaks, but her contract was ending with the reds. You were one of the first to know about the girl’s transfer to your club. You were so, so excited.

It was nearing the end of the season, the Manchester Derby being the game you watched, but you couldn't help but catch the eye of one of the girls on the opposite team.

Her name was Hayley, you knew that from the ribbon in her hair and the curls that fell from her flimsy bun. You watched her intently throughout the game, unable to peel your eyes off the woman as she threaded the ball in and out of her position on the wing. As a Winger yourself, you were able to easily admire her skill, despite the fact that you were in fact rooting for the other team. You were quick to make yourself known to her after the game, and everything sort of hit it off from there.

Hayley was kind. Her heart was full of gold, and her precious person was something you fell in utter love with. She made you laugh like no one else. She had a way of making you feel seen, heard, and thought of even if there were a million different things going on around you that looked to be more important. The two of you didn't even think about the physical distance that you’d have to face. The instant connecting made it impossible to break the bond you immediately had.

After a couple of weeks of talking back and forth, you had found yourself hopelessly enamoured with the Australian.

Ona announced her move to Barca in June, and your national team was preparing for the long and apprehensive task of the World Cup. Before, you thought yourself very lucky to be playing in such an important tournament with such talented played. You still think this now, but after meeting Hayley, all thoughts turned to the idea of being in the same country for a whole month together.

Obviously, you did not have much time to spend. Winning the World Cup was a dream come true. It was everything you had ever dreamed of. But your heart was yearning for only one thing.

Hayley had asked you to be your girlfriend on the day you were due back to Spain. Her surprising announcement to Real Madrid just before the Cup was nothing of a shock to you. While you played for the rival team — and maybe, sort of tried to convince the girl to try for Barca — you were over the moon that she was so much closer to you.

Now, months later, you were spending your evening in a bar with Aitana and Keira slung to your hip, slurring your words as you searched for your phone. The Barca girls were in Madrid after a critical match against Atletico Madrid, meaning the next few days were going to be by your Australian’s side.

“Ugh, calling the enemy, I see.” Keira quipped, rolling her eyes. Aitana giggled from beside her, watching your sluggish motions with a smug countenance.

You ignored their antics, ignoring their jokes and finding your girlfriend's contact on your phone. You didn't even register how it took a few seconds for her to pick up, but you realised she had been waiting by the sound of her keys.

“Heyyyyy, Hay.” You splattered, pulling down an inch of your heightening skirt. “Miss you so much, Babyyy.”

“Hello, darling.” You heard your girlfriend chuckle. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” You asked. You flipped Keira off when she mocked your whines.

“For me to pick you up, Darling.” Hayley replied.

“Hm,” You pondered for a moment, trying to remember why you wanted to call Hayley in the first place. “I'm in a bar, Hay.”

“I know. I can hear it in your voice.”

“Nooo, I've had no drinks.” You whined, pulling yourself up from the secluded corner you and the girls were nurturing. “Why are you calling?”

If you were shit-faced drunk right now, you would've caught onto the Aussie’s continuous patience, and the endearment in her tone as she talked to you.

“You called me, Babygirl.” She spoke, her side of the phone quiet in contrast to the blaring music you were surrounded by. “Maybe it's time for me to pick you up?”

“You can't pick me up, Ribbon.” you giggled, the fond nickname rolling off your tongue in second nature. “You're at home. I'm at a club.”

“Oh, yes, my mistake, Darling,” she responded quickly. Hayley was already driving to your location having been waiting for this call all night. You didn't know this, but she was slightly envious of your team taking you away. While you both lived in the same country now, it was still at least a five-hour drive between Madrid and Barcelona. Furthermore, it wasn't often that teams would stay after away games, so it frustrated her knowing you were spending time with a team you spent every day with when you could be with her.

“I'm on my way now, okay?” She said to the phone, knowing that despite the silence you were waiting for her to guide the conversation. “Do any of the girls need a lift?”

You gave a quick glance over to the group you were with. Alexia was scolding Mapi downing shots. Ona was trying to force water down Aitana’s throat, and Keira was just singing at the top of her lungs, swaying to the beat of the music.

“No, Alexia is here.” You put it simply. Everyone knew that if Alexia was near, everyone would be getting home safe.

Hayley must've heard you from over the music since she hummed back. “Alright then,” She answered, turning the corner towards the club. “I want you to go tell Keira or someone that you're leaving so they know you're going.”

You ran a hand through your hair, crossing your arms over your chest in silent rebuttal. “Keira’s drunk, Hayley.”

“Okay, then don't tell her, tell Aitana.”

“Oh, erm— she's drunk too.”

You could hear the girl’s sigh. “Put Alexia on the phone please, Baby.”

You did as you were told, handing the phone to your captain without managing to explain why you did so. The older woman shared a solemn conversation with your girlfriend before hanging up the call and turning to Ingrid.

With Keira and Aitana yelling out goodbyes, the Norwegian woman held the small of your back, leading you out of the club to make sure you did so without error.

“Love you, Ingrid.” You muttered, holding the back of the girl’s top as she led the two of you out.

“Love you too, Precioso.” She replied, smiling at your dazed expression before finding Hayley’s car pull up beside you. You watched your girlfriend walk out towards you, giving your teammate a slightly awkward, but grateful nod as you breathed in her familiar scent.

“Hey, Hay.” You gasped, grasping onto Hayley’s sweater in replacement of Ingrid.

“Hey, sweet girl.” She uttered, opening the passenger door, aiding your balance as you trampled in.

You made sure to give one last look at Ingrid, smiling as big as you could. “Love you, Ingrid. Miss you so so so so much.”

“Miss you too, y/n/n. See you soon.”

You found yourself relaxing in the passenger seat as Hayley drove off. Her hand sat comfortably on your thigh, drawing small, wistful circles as you hummed a quiet tune.

When you finally arrived home, Hayley helped you take off your makeup, taking off your shoes, and slotting her Matildas trackies and one of her old Portland Thorns shirts over the top of you. You were like putty in her grip, letting her lead you to the bed without a second to protest, engulfing the cool climate of the sheets.

“I'm ‘gonna go get some water and paracetamol for you, Darling. Do you want anything else?”

Your girlfriend held out her hand, lightly stroking the baby hairs that had fallen from her pony and onto her face.

“Do we have any food?” you asked, knowing the answer already but feeling the need to ask anyway.

The Australian nodded and walked out of her bedroom, taking a few minutes to collect everything she needed. When coming back, she noticed the furrow in between your eyebrows. The drunken endeavours of the night were inevitably going to catch up to you and Hayley knew you were starting to release that when you happily accepted the water and medicine in a few gulps.

Once the two of you had settled back into bed, with Hayley changing into her pyjamas, you had almost forgotten about your prior request when you heard the ruffle of a packet sound from beside you.

Your head shot up, eyes darting to the yellow cardboard box and concealed package within it. Hayley’s arm had found its way across your waist, pulling you into her side as she let the scent of the food waft into the space.

You laughed at Hayley’s look of delight — two Cheddar Shapes already popping into the girl’s mouth.

“Where did you get these?” You asked, watching Hayley’s devious smile widen.

“Fan gave them to me.” She replied, shoving three more into her mouth.

You two shared a still and silence as you cracked away at the biscuits one at a time. Madrid had fallen into a quiet city — no longer filled with the connotations of noise and light, the wholesome bubble of your bedroom filling the enmity of home for the night.

“You're so cute, ribbon.” you quipped, glancing over the blush that had dusted your girlfriend’s cheeks. Hayley pulled you closer, the box of the Aussie snack hushed off the bed.

You felt the warmth of her embrace overwhelm you into fatigue, the combination of one another's love steering you two into an eternity of solitude.

“You are too, my girl.”

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mrchiipchrome · 6 months

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27 with haley raso

FIRST FIC OF AUSSIE WEEK, there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist if your want to request :)

prompt 27. -So, can I call you tonight?

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Motherfucker. Putain. Merde. Mierda.

The hot coffee stains the gray hoodie covering your upper body, burning your skin like hot coal. The next sensation’s the freezing cold of an iced coffee, your body in the ultimate whiplash.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry” The girl’s Australian accent gives you your second whiplash of the day, not used to Aussies in Spain, especially not very attractive and very off limits ones.

It’s not like you don’t know exactly who she is. When you’re a sports commentator working with women’s football, you have to know all the players. It’s non-negotiable.

“It’s fine” Her hands are still pressing into your torso, having landed there when she bumped into you. The wet material of your shirt sticks to your body uncomfortably, a cooling effect on your reddening skin.

“No, I’m so sorry. Let me help you get that stain out” The Real Madrid player gives you no choice as she leads you towards the bathroom of the establishment. Her hands push you forward by your hips, looking around you so as to not make you run into anyone else.

When she locks the door behind you after you’ve both entered the bathroom, you can’t help but cross your arms across your chest.

“So, do you have an undershirt or not?” The brunette walks over to you with confident steps, her fingers grasping at the hem of your shirt.

“Uhm, no?” You cough out, breath caught in your throat at the breathtaking girl’s proximity.

“Let’s just hope you’re not shy then, take your shirt off” The girl fixes you with an intense look, almost challenging you.

“Take a girl out for dinner first, ey?” Your voice is muffled by the shirt going over your head as you strip for the stranger. When it’s finally off your head, you hand it to the unusually attractive girl.

You feel her eyes running over your upper body as she runs the hoodie under cold water, arms soon crossed over your chest.

“So are you in Madrid for long?” She questions, trying to fill the awkward silence that’s appeared between you two.

“No, I’m only in town until tomorrow. Work stuff.” You look on as the girl nods back at you, clearly distracted.

“Well the stain should disappear within a couple of hours, that’s the Hayley guarantee.” She winks at you playfully as she hands the now drenched hoodie back to you, watching as you contemplate on whether to put it back on or not. “Oh I forgot, here take my hoodie. It was my fault after all.”

She puts the much too small zip up in your hands, forcing you to take it. And yet you can’t find it in you to protest, the sight of her rippling biceps enough to win you over.

Hayley watches as you put it on, the sleeves riding up your arms adorably.

“That’s adorable” You look up from where your eyes are fixated on the too short sleeves. The deer in headlights look makes the younger girl chuckle a little, leaning up closer to you.

You’re already pretty much leaning against the sink, so when the Australian puts her hands on either side of your body, you’re trapped. Not that you’re complaining.

“Can I kiss you?” The question came out of nowhere, and yet you couldn’t help but nod, the girl way out of your league. She was surprisingly comfortable with a complete stranger.

She shifts her hands from the marble of the sink to your waist, warm hands slipping under the hoodie and settling on your cool skin. Your hands settle on cupping her face gently, the girl’s baby hairs getting caught on your fingers.

When her lips meet yours it feels like everything suddenly makes sense, as if all that’s happened before in your life didn’t matter. Your gray hoodie lays discarded on the other side of the sink, still drenched.

Soft thumbs rub circles on your skin, the kiss heating up significantly, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance.

It was nice, well until the voice of reason in your head took over. You were kissing a football player, a Madrid one nonetheless.

Pulling away from her lips, there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Uhm, I have to go!” You rush out, fiddling with the lock on the way out. It was mean to just leave her there, and stupid of you not to get her number, but your brain was overwhelmed by thoughts. The main one being, holy shit Hayley Raso is a fantastic kisser.

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“El Clásico, one of the most feared rivals up against each other. Y/n how’s the feeling down on the pitch?” One of the usual commentators asking you the usual questions before the game.

“It’s good, both teams have warmed up and are ready to take on their rivals. Real have signed some real talents in…Raso but we can’t forget the decked out midfield that Barcelona have with the likes of Bonmatí and Putellas. I think we have an exciting match coming.” When the audio cuts back over to the studio, you’re already downing half your water. Raso, the only one you had to avoid.

You were right, the match was one of the most exciting games you’d ever watched. Harsh tackles, yellow cards flying left and right, goals being scored one after another.

It eventually ends with Barcelona coming out on top for the umpteenth time, but this time it was closer than ever. A controversial offsides call had given the visiting club the upper hand, giving them the win.

And to your misfortune, the one person you didn’t wanna see was the one you had to interview.

“Hayley Raso, you did good today, but how would you describe your performance?” You can see the smirk appearing on her face, but in her eyes that are unusually easy to read, is shock.

“Well, I think I performed as best as I could. There’s not much more to say really.” Her eyes bore deeply into your own, and for your sake, you look away from the beautiful sight.

“There you all have it, nothing more to say so back to you Michelle.”

You start to walk away from the winger, but that is until her fingers grasp around your wrist.

“You’re a reporter?”

“Yeah, something like that. Our…interaction wasn’t long enough to get into the deep stuff.” You speak in a hushed tone, careful not to let people understand what you’re talking about.

“Mhm, it was nice though. Could I offer you that coffee I made you spill earlier? And more importantly, can I call you tonight?” Confident as always, the ribbon wearing girl asks you the questions boldly.

“You know what? I’d love to take you up on that offer.” The pen that sits in your pocket makes an appearance, you taking Hayley’s arm into your grip, writing your number carefully on her skin.

“There you go, call me whenever.”

“You forgot your hoodie earlier!”

“Keep it!”

Who would have thought that a simple coffee run would result in you getting a girlfriend?

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lucybronzey · 6 months

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Lucy Bronze x Aussie reader don't mined mabye they have a kid together and reader put the kid in a aussie top and shows lucy and the lioness. Don't mind. Thank you 😊

the matildas' littlest fan - lucy bronze

pairing: lucy bronze x fem!reader warnings: none

author’s note: so sorry if it’s something you expected! i used to learn aussie slang when i was a massive 5sos fan but i have forgotten it but hopefully it’s readable 🩷

The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the coastal city of Sydney. In a cosy apartment overlooking the beach, Y/N was preparing dinner for her family. She had always been a passionate fan of women's football and the highlight of her day was watching her favourite player, Lucy Bronze, in action. Little did she know that her life was about to take an unexpected turn.

As Y/N stirred a pot of bubbling spaghetti sauce, her partner Lucy emerged from their living room, cradling their eleven-month-old son, Finn, in her arms. Lucy had a smile that could light up the room, her striking green eyes shimmering with happiness. She gently passed Finn to Y/N and her heart swelled with love as she held her precious son.

"Hey there, my lovely bubby," Y/N cooed, planting a gentle kiss on his tiny forehead. "Did Mummy wear you out today?"

Lucy chuckled and joined Y/N at the kitchen island.

"He can be a handful, that's for sure. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Y/N and Lucy had met during the Women's World Cup a few years ago. Y/N was a dedicated fan of the Matildas, and Lucy, a star of the England national team, had instantly caught her eye. Fate had brought them together when they crossed paths at a post-match celebration. Sparks flew, and the rest, as they say, was history.

Over time, their love deepened and they decided to start a family. They had chosen to settle down in Australia, blending their two worlds together in a beautiful way. Y/N was thrilled to have Lucy and Finn by her side every day.

As dinner simmered on the stove, Y/N placed Finn in his high chair and fastened the Matildas bib around his chubby neck. She couldn't help but marvel at how much he resembled his mother, with his blond hair and big blue eyes. As she spoon-fed him his pureed vegetables, she couldn't help but dream about the future.

"You know, Lucy," Y/N began, "I can't wait to take Finn to his first Matildas match. I want him to grow up knowing how amazing ladies are and how they can shape the future. We need to teach him from an early age."

Lucy's eyes sparkled with pride and she leaned over to plant a loving kiss on Y/N's cheek.

"That sounds perfect, Y/N. I can't wait to see our little guy in Matildas gear, cheering for you and your team. Obviously, we are not forgetting the Lionesses kit when we are playing against some other team."

Y/N grinned and gently wiped Finn's mouth. "I've got something I think you will like too," she said mysteriously, reaching under the kitchen island and pulling out another Matildas shirt she had kept away from Lucy, for a banter.

Lucy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Where did you find that?"

Y/N explained that she had ordered it online, secretly planning to surprise Lucy with it. She had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it seemed like now was the right time.

Lucy held the shirt in her hands, her fingers tracing the Matildas logo. She was touched by Y/N's thoughtful gesture.

"This is incredible and hilarious at the same time, my love. Finn will look properly handsome in this!"

Y/N chuckled. "I thought it might be a nice way to introduce him to his Aussie heritage. And maybe, just maybe, we can convince some of the Lionesses to come watch a Matildas game with us."

Lucy's face lit up with excitement. "That would be brilliant! I can't wait to share that experience with our little family."

As dinner wound down, Finn grew sleepy and Y/N took him to his nursery for bedtime. Lucy watched them go with a contented smile, realizing that she had found her forever home with Y/N and Finn.

In the dimly lit nursery, Y/N rocked Finn gently, singing a lullaby. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the life they had built together. Finn's tiny hand clutched onto her finger and she knew that, no matter what, their love would continue to grow and flourish.

Back in the living room, Lucy gazed out of the window at the shimmering ocean, lost in her own thoughts. She had never imagined that her journey would lead her to this beautiful corner of the world, where love and family had become the most precious things in her life.

With a heart full of love and anticipation, Lucy knew that the adventure of raising Finn with Y/N was only just beginning. Together, they would create countless memories, share their love for football and celebrate the unity of their two worlds. And in that moment, as the sun set over the Sydney skyline, she couldn't have asked for anything more.

As weeks turned into months, Lucy and Y/N continued to nurture their son, watching him grow and discover the world around him. Finn was an adorable bundle of curiosity, his bright eyes full of wonder at every new experience. He would gurgle and giggle as he watched his parents play football in the backyard, inspiring dreams of his own future on the pitch.

One evening, as the family gathered around the television to watch a Matildas match, Lucy couldn't help but think about their plans to attend a live game. The Matildas were scheduled to play an important friendly match against the USA Women's National Team and it was the perfect opportunity for Finn to experience the excitement of the stadium.

Y/N had managed to secure tickets and the anticipation was building. They knew that the match would be a spectacle, a showcase of top-tier women's football talent. And to make it even more special, Y/N had heard that some of the Lionesses were in Australia during their break from the international calendar.

The day of the match finally arrived, and the family couldn't contain their excitement. They dressed Finn in his Matildas shirt and he looked utterly adorable, a tiny supporter of the Australian team. With a Matildas flag in hand, Y/N, Lucy and little Finn made their way to the stadium, joining the sea of green and gold-clad fans.

The atmosphere was electric, with fans from both sides passionately cheering on their respective teams. The Matildas played brilliantly, showcasing their skills and determination. Although Finn did not understand a thing, Lucy and Y/N were seeing Finn's emotions being captivated by the action on the pitch, his eyes following the players' moves.

During halftime, as Y/N took Finn to the concourse for a quick diaper change, they crossed paths with a few familiar faces. It was a group of Lionesses - Leah Williamson, Jordan Nobbs and Keira Walsh - who were enjoying the game as spectators. Lucy recognised them from her time with the England national team and she couldn't resist striking up a conversation.

"Luce, you absolute silly sausage!" Leah exclaimed with a smile. "Glad to see you here! I see you have brought the whole fam here? Little Finn and of course, the gorgeous Y/N!"

Lucy beamed with pride as she introduced Finn to her former teammates. "Yes, haha - we have our little own Matildas supporter. group here as you all know and remember that Y/N is born and bred here. We couldn't miss this match and it's a fantastic opportunity for FInn to experience the excitement of women's football from such a young age."

The Lionesses were delighted to meet Finn and hugged Lucy and Y/N. They chatted about the game, exchanged stories and posed for photos with Finn, making it a memorable experience for the young family.

When they returned to their seats for the second half, Lucy couldn't help but feel the warmth of the football community and the unity that transcended borders. They watched the remainder of the match, filled with a renewed appreciation for the sport they loved.

As the final whistle blew, and the Matildas celebrated their victory, Finn clapped his tiny hands, as if he knew that he had just witnessed something special. Lucy and Y/N shared a look of joy and gratitude, knowing that they were creating a lifetime of memories for their son and cementing his love for the beautiful game.

And in that moment, with the cheers of the crowd ringing in their ears, Lucy and Y/N couldn't have asked for anything more. Their journey as a family, built on love, football and unity, was just beginning and they couldn't wait to see where it would take them next.

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chrlvctius · 6 months

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seeing aussienals and i feel defeated already 😭 the game hasn't even started yet

my baes 😞 LESGAURR THOOO this will be so nerve wrecking to watch omfg

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borntoyearn · 1 year

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ghost and his baby will sit and watch bluey for hours. ur little boy moves from simon's lap to squeeze himself between the couch and his daddy's back, to climbing on his shoulders, and back on his lap...all while both of them have not shifted their eyes from the telly.

simon lets out the occasional chuckle because the show is undeniably funny.

#bluey clips sneaking onto my tiktok fyp #bingo is too cute :')#simon gets pissy when baby starts using an aussie accent #DAD SIMON HEAVY ON THE BRAIN #simon riley <3 #simon riley x reader

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citrinesparkles · 1 year

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take a break

jason todd x gender neural reader. 595 words. notes: requested by the ever-lovely austen anon for my valentine's celebration! so sorry for the wait, love- i don't even want to acknowledge how much trouble this gave me. happy st paddy's for anybody celebrating! warnings: picking at fingernails, reader's stressed out and hangry, i think that's it!

"you're doing it again."

jason's voice gently dragged your attention away from the work you were poring over, bringing it to the fact that you were indeed picking at your nails.

"dammit," you muttered, clenching and unclenching your fists before very pointedly laying your hands on your keyboard. right where you could see them. "thanks, jay."

"mhm."

you and he returned to your peaceful co-existence, sitting on the bed and at the desk respectively, the only consistent sounds the jazz he had playing quietly and the rain hitting the window.

it was peaceful.

or it would have been, had your stomach not been in knots over the tasks staring you in the face. all you wanted to do was turn your computer off, throw your phone in a safe and forget the combination, and curl up into jason's side for the rest of the day.

with a sigh, you threw yourself back into your reading.

you made some progress, the words actually making sense this time- right until your boyfriend sniffled.

such an innocent action. he probably didn't even realize he did it; but you did.

and it threw you out of your rhythm.

you swore under your breath, letting your head fall forwards to thunk against the desk almost childishly.

you felt his eyes on you. "that bad, huh?"

"yes," you groaned into the desk. "that bad."

"maybe-"

"i don't really want advice."

there was the sound of fabric across fabric and the quiet creak of the bed, and then there was a hand on your upper back. "okay."

"i just- i don't want to do this."

"i know."

"i'm tired, i've got a headache, my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my eyelids hurt. i just want to go to sleep."

he hummed, rubbing small circles in between your shoulder blades.

"i'm so sick of this shit." you took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. "alright, what's your genius idea?"

"i wouldn't say ge-"

"jason."

"sorry," he said, grin fully audible. "how about a break to eat?"

"groundbreaking," you said dryly.

"i said i wouldn't call it genius."

you rolled your eyes. "it's not an awful idea, either."

"considering you didn't have breakfast-"

"alright," you groaned. "alright. food."

jason, damn his ass, was right. food did help.

but so did getting to curl up into his side on the couch, far away from both computer and phone, so he wasn't the only one that was right. so there.

now, here, away from the brain-melting screen and despair inducing deadline, with jason- wonderful, caring, genius jason- holding one of your hands loosely in his own against your shoulder, things somehow seemed a lot more manageable.

and his jazz- streaming through one earbud for each of you- was much more "smooth, lovely mood music" than "the very last straw", now.

funny how that worked.

funny how his rhythmic tapping on his thigh and low hum were the sweetest sounds you'd ever heard when you weren't neck-deep in reading.

"i like you a lot more out here," you said dryly, squeezing his hand.

"out here, or after food?"

"...no comment."

he chuckled, resting his head against his. "i'd see through it anyway."

"cocky."

"observant," he said playfully, "and therefore confident."

"confident, cocky, potato, potahto."

"only if potato is justified and potahto is not."

you huffed out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh, shut up. i'm listening to art."

he made a zipping motion over his lips, and you snuggled further into his side.

your work could wait a little while longer.

#citrine writes #being me is just one big game of 'lemme go search my masterlist and make sure i didn't already use that title'#boy. i am rusty. hope this lives up to your hopes aussie my beloved!#jason todd #dc #dc imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #imagines #gn reader #dc comics #dc comics imagine

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xxanaduwrites · 7 months

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babes looks so snuggly in this one 🥺🥹🧸

i could deadass write a whole fic centered around this one piece of captured glory.

#austin butler #austin butler fandom #austin butler fans #austin butler is so goddamn fine #snuggly little aussie poo so cute #i just want to give him a hug #also the peak a boo of the chest with the unbuttoned shirt is so sexy gn #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #austin butler x reader

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daddyhausen · 8 months

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mark davis and

{ 89 } — is this your first time? { 39 } — don’t be afraid, it’s just me { 70 } — for your safety, i’ll be gentle (jokingly cocky)

• you and i, my dear — mark davis •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { mark davis masterlist }

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{ summary } — being your first time, davis makes sure to do everything in his power to make you feel safe and loved

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } virgin!reader, virginity loss, innocence kink, size difference, size kink, praise, stomach bulges, soft sex, body worship, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, male + female orgasms, cumshots, squirting

{ word count } — 1.3k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x mark davis

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @cosmoholic13 @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @elsteenerico @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk

{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 89 } — is this your first time?

{ 39 } — don't be afraid, it's just me

{ 70 } — for your safety, i'll be gentle

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you sat before him

body void of clothing

the only thing shielding your modesty was a pillow hastily thrown atop your form

you did not meet his gaze

fearful of what he would think

would he enjoy the sight of your body all naked and bare?

or would he find disgust in your flesh

his large fingers gently trapped the edge of the pillow

prying it away slowly, hesitantly

he was scared as well, scared of how you would react to being so exposed before him

you had not divulged to him that you had never been with anyone

although your reaction alone was a dead giveaway

how you shied into yourself

pulling and pressing yourself into the fluffy exterior of the pillow just to shield yourself

embarrassed with tinted warmth rising to your cheeks

he knew your predicament, yet he still decided to ask anyway

“is it your first time?” he questioned

his words filled with a soft almost delicate cadence that you were not too used to hearing

his tone was normally so coarse and loud

you gave a subtle, shy nod

still choosing to wrap your arms around the pillow, providing mental comfort to yourself

“are you scared?”

another nod followed, your voice had gone and made no attempt to make itself heard anytime soon

“oh honey…” he cooed, lightly pulling you into the warmth of his bare chest.

allowing you to succumb into the comfort of his embrace.

“you’re safe with me, sweet girl. i’ll never hurt you”

he hummed sweetly against your hairline, peppering delicate kisses to the skin

“i know…” you responded meekly, still letting yourself melt into him

“look, we don’t have to do anything if you’re not up for it, okay? your safety is my top priority”

his accent rang thick in your ears, that sharp australian twang seemed so comforting at a time like this

peering up to finally meet his gaze, the amount of love that he held behind those russet eyes

“…thank you…”

you were taken aback by his words, exhaling softly with a sight

“but i still want to…y’know…have sex…with you…”

you stammered over your words, trying to sound more confident than your voice entailed

he could not help but smile down at you

“for your safety, i’ll be gentle” he joked, his tone cocky yet playful, pressing another sweet kiss to your forehead

“now…let me see you, sweetheart”

he made no effort to move the pillow from your frame

letting you do it on your own volition when you were ready enough.

he noticed the shaky exhale in your breath, how your fingers trembled around the edge of the pillowcase

“sweetheart” he began softly

you peered up at him through a hazy gaze, eyelashes fluttering softly in response.

“i’m not going to judge you. i love you.”

he hand cupped your cheek daintily, your own hand resting atop the back of his, caressing his knuckles with the tips of your fingers

you let the pillow fall

his gaze never left your eyes, they didn’t need to

he was in awe of your beauty, mouth hung slightly agape with wonder

“you’re so fucking beautiful, my sweet girl”

he leaned in peppering sweet kisses to your hairline

beginning to trail them down your cheeks

then to your lips

he let the kiss linger for a moment

hesitance evident on his breath as his lips barely ghosted yours

you felt the heat in your body rise

felt the adrenaline and arousal surge through you

you took initiative

wrapping your arms around his neck, dragging yourself onto his lap, beginning to straddle him

he was taken aback by the sudden action, the sudden rise in confidence on your part

he smiled into the kiss, growing hard as your hips began to lightly swirl against his

as much as he adored the sight, he’d much rather be the one on top, at least for tonight.

his hands fell to your waist and without breaking the kiss he gently flipped you over

your body now pinned under his

he pulled away momentarily, spreading your legs with his knee as he positioned himself between them.

his cock hard in his palm as he lightly teased your clit with his tip

“you ready?” he questioned, a slight pant in his voice, practically breathless from the kiss

you replied with a small hum and a nod, feeling the heat flush to your cheeks once more.

“use your words sweet girl. i’m not doing anything unless i hear you say it”

his eyes stared so lovingly into yours, so soft and gentle

“y-yes..” you barely managed to squeak out

he smiled softly, planting another gentle kiss to your hairline

“there’s my girl”

his fingers smoothed stray wisps of hair from your eyes, taking the time to admire your beautiful features

“i'm gonna start okay?”

“o-okay..” you breathed out, an anxious sigh left your lips, feeling his tip gently glide against your soaked folds

“hey…” he paused.

“i’m gonna need you to tell me if it hurts okay. i’ll stop if it does”

you stared up at him though hazy eyes, dumbfounded by his comment for a second

“you could never hurt me”

“well…i know but…things like this…” he paused again.

“because it’s your first time i just want to make sure you’re alright”

he hadn’t even done anything but in that moment you’d never felt so loved. so safe beneath him.

you leaned up to sweetly plant a kiss to his lips

feeling yourself blush at the contact

opting to shy away into your hands hastily

regaining your breath for a moment before letting yourself relax

“okay..i’m ready”

he positioned himself over you, his cock barely jutting at your entrance.

“i’ll go slow okay”

you nodded in response. body tensing up awaiting contact

“relax sweetheart. i got you”

he gave a final kiss to the tip of your nose before sliding himself in

you gasped at the feeling. so new so foreign.

instantly adoring the way he stretched you out with ease

arms wrapping around his body, pulling him close

burying your head into the crook of his neck

“don’t be afraid, it’s just me, sweet girl”

he slowly began to move

the thrust of his hips was soft and gentle

he knew he wasn’t going to hurt you but in the back of his mind he was very much afraid that he would

what with the stark size difference between the two of you

he could practically see his size outlined in the pit of your stomach

the sensation took a while to get used to

having to force yourself not to tense up each time he entered you

“you alright?” he’d ask every few thrusts

to which you’d give a soft nod in response

“more” you muttered into his skin

your breath caught in your chest, mixed in with your moans

he complied, increasing his pace the slightest

not to hurt you, just enough to give you that little bit of extra pleasure you so craved

“so fucking good for me, sweetheart” he muttered into your shoulder

wrapping his arms around you, securing you tightly to his chest

“you’re doing so well”

your whines and mutters heightened as he hit every sweet spot inside of you

feeling his cock swell against your tight walls

“fuck-“ you whimpered, slightly panicked. feeling yourself clench and squeeze around his cock

a thick pulse ringing between your thighs

“shhh. it’s okay sweetheart don’t fight it”

his words muffled into your skin.

you let go. sweetness gushing around his cock as your orgasm rushed through you

you’ve never felt such pleasure in your life

it was euphoric

“such a good girl” he growled softly.

he pulled out of you, pumping his cock over your stomach until he spilled over

“oh fuck-“ he grunted, hot ropes of his seed spilled onto your stomach

“shit…look at you” he panted. “you look so beautiful covered in my cum sweetheart”

you blushed at his comment, never feeling more confident that you were able to elicit a reaction like that from him

he leaned down to pepper gentle kisses to your lips

“i’m so fucking proud of you” he muttered between kisses

“i fucking love you”

you hummed a soft response against his lips, reciprocating the sentiment

“let’s get you cleaned up, my sweet girl”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#mark davis x reader #mark davis smut #mark davis imagine #mark davis fanfic #aussie open #united empire #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew smut

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oliviam112 · 2 years

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The poppy war trilogy R.F Kuang

The Poppy War

Synopsis:

Throughout this novel, readers are met with a dark-skinned orphan (peasant) girl Rin. Though she is fierce and will stop at nothing; as she is training in secret to take the test for the elite Sinegard Academy. A tale of warfare, mixed with magical realism, its a magical and wonderful read. With also underlying means of Chinese history and mythology.

My thoughts:

I initially picked up this novel, as I thought it was going to tug at my heart strings. It didn’t do that for me, unfortunately. Though it was a good read, and definitely had some wonderful writing techniques it just didn’t really do it for me. It was quite average, and I feel like some of the scenes were missing a bunch and just left me wanting more. If I have to be frank, it wasn’t a memorable read - though I still do intend to read there rest of the trilogy!

☆ ☆ ☆

i was also supposed to write a review on the other two novels of this trilogy. but i never actually enjoyed them - so i won’t be writing a full review. which for both the dragon republic and the burning god were a 2/5 for me. just remember books are not always for everyone and each individual has their own opinion ♡

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oh-austin · 2 years

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going method, part two (austin butler)

summary: you're playing priscilla presley in the new elvis biopic, when your co-star asks you if you would like to date him during the filming of the movie to better understand elvis and priscilla's relationship.

word count: 3,206

authors note / warnings: no warnings! the love on the last part was insane!! we even have a tag list going which is crazy to me!!! if you would like to be added, send me an ask here (off of anon) and let me know <3 here's the second part, I hope you all love it.

series masterlist / previous + next part

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It had been a week since the contract was first signed. A week of Austin getting you coffee and a week of you making sure he consumed at least two meals in a day of shooting.

Austin and you were comfortable around each other, small kisses on the head and your cheek broke the tension pretty easy. However, created tension between you both in other ways.

Baz was on board with the ‘method acting’ idea. He already gaged that Austin was incorporating aspects of Elvis into his everyday life, but his leads dating to increase their on-screen chemistry? Borderline genius. He was happy to have two days free days set aside for production meetings, meaning that his romantic leads could spend their weekend together.

So on Sunday afternoon, you showed up at Austin’s apartment on the beachfront of Queensland. The idea of being jealous of the size of Austin’s apartment compared to yours crossed your mind, but you shut it down pretty quickly. He’s the lead, he’s the star; he deserves it. To be completely honest, you understood wanting to give Austin lots of luxuries. He could ask for your apartment and you would gladly hand the keys over. Austin was beginning to shamelessly take hold of you, not that you were opposed.

The receptionist of the building must have been told that you were coming, she used your surname and referred to you as 'Miss' when addressing you. Austin had prepared for your arrival, sweet really.

Austin's apartment resided on the top floor of the building, the elevator ride was excruciatingly longer than you would have liked, but once it was over you were eager to see Austin.

Since he fixed your tire last week, he would ask to drive behind you when you left set at the same time. He claimed to be worried, said you would need someone to change it again if you popped it. You knew he was just being a gentleman, something you had come to learn Austin is.

On set the other day, your shoelace came undone inbetween takes. He got down on his knee in front of you and did it up for you, kissing your cheek gently once he got back up. "I knotted it twice for you, mama". You could have melted into a puddle then and there. Austin had the tendency of giving you butterflies, ones that prided themselves on pooling in the bottom of your stomach.

They were still there as you stood in front of his door. You fixed your bag on your shoulder nervously as you waited for him to answer. You wondered if the way you knocked was stupid, then rolled your eyes at yourself.

When the door opened, Austin was there in a white shirt and grey sweatpants- a look you never imagined could look so simple but so.. sexy? He looked amazing. "Hey!" He smiled, he looked genuinely happy to see you which eased your nerves.

"Hi," You finally let go of the breath you didn't know you were holding in, "I brought stuff for dinner-" You held up the green 'woolworths' bag in your hand- "I didn't know if you had anything here,"

"You didn't think I had food?" He leant against the doorframe, then crossed his arms over his chest. "Should I be insulted?"

"No!" You panicked, "I just- I didn't know if-"

You stopped rambling once Austin began to chuckle at you. "When you've stopped being nervous, you can come inside"

Your mouth dropped open slightly, "I'm not nervous," You argued. You really were.

"Yeah," He nodded, "Sure," He walked inside. You hesitated out in the hall for a little bit before finally stepping inside. It was a really nice place, big windows that looked over Surfers Paradise. Austin had three hefty looking suitcases around the room, one of them open with clothes hanging out it. "I'm gonna clean up in here also, I promise your boyfriend isn't messy,"

You chuckled, playing with the bag strap in your hand. "Your girlfriend's place isn't much better," You admitted, "Looks just the same,"

"I'll take that," Austin came over and took the grocery bag from you, "Go sit in the living room and I'll get dinner going,"

"You cook?" Your eyebrows raised in shock. He looked offended, a hand flew to his chest.

"Are you kidding?" He asked, "I'm a good cook!" He protested. Austin looked through the green bag and then pulled out the vegetables you had bought. "You however, don't strike me as one," He pointed at you with a zucchini.

"I dabble," You shrugged. You left Austin in the kitchen and strolled your way into the living room. You laughed a little when you walked in. Austin managed to have set up a record player on the coffee table in the centre of the room, but had yet to unpack his suitcases.

You sat on the plush couch, picking up the stack of records Austin had abandoned on the table. Record after record, you couldn't find anything but Elvis. He was so dedicated to the film, it made you feel safe- you knew the film would be brilliant because of him.

You picked a greatest hits vinyl, before putting it down and placing the needle. The first song to play was 'Stuck On You'. "Ooh!" Austin yelled, it sounded like he smacked the counter-top at the same time, "I love this one," You stretched your neck out to see him through the cut out in the kitchen wall.

Austin was dancing in the kitchen while he cut up vegetables for dinner. It really was a sight, comforting to see Austin so relaxed. "Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall," He sang, his voice changed to sound like Elvis. You wondered how many hours of practice he put in to sound so similar.

You went back to join him in the kitchen, sitting yourself up on the counter next to Austin. "Ain't gonna do you no good at all" He looked up at you whilst he sung. It was jarring how close to Elvis he sounded, but you wondered how he sang when he wasn't being Elvis- when he was just Austin.

"What're you making?" You leant over his hand, to grab a piece of carrot he had chopped up.

"Careful," He said softly whilst moving your hand back towards you, "This knife is sharp, don't get too close-" Austin turned around and shuffled his way through various cupboards. When he finally found what he was looking for, he had a small bowl in hand. "Here," He whispered, putting a small handful of carrots in the bowl and handing it to you.

"Thank you," You smiled. He continued to sing to you as he made his way through various vegetables, looking up when he shimmied his chest at you- making you laugh. When you offered to help, he insisted he was happy to do it alone. You let him. Maybe having everyone run after you and fulfil your every wish on set got old, it would've been nice to do something on his own.

Austin, true to his word, made dinner all on his own. All whilst dancing in the kitchen to Elvis with you and trying his best to not slip on the marble floors. You both sat on the carpet in the living room, ignoring the perfectly good couch as you ate the the vegetable casserole he made you. Austin was right, he was a good cook.

"Okay," You put your empty bowl up on the table, "What is your favourite-" You hesitated as you thought- "Book? Like ever,"

Austin sat up against the coffee table, chuckling as it moved backwards under his weight. "Probably," He squinted, "'What we say when we think about love'," You looked at him with a confused gaze, "It's like a bunch of short stories, great book-" He stood up and walked over to one of the suitcases on the floor- "You can read it, tell me what you think,"

Austin came back, book in hand and passed it to you. It looked like a worn copy, second hand possibly- or maybe Austin was well-read. He looked like he could be. "What's yours?"

"I'm a sucker for anything by Taylor Jenkins Reid," You told him, "I have one of her books in my trailer, I'll give it to you tomorrow,"

"Okay," He nodded, "It'll probably take me longer to read it compared to this one," He tapped the top of the book that rested in your lap. "You could probably read this one six times by the time I finished yours," He chuckled. He wasn't wrong, it was only a small book. "Favourite holiday?" He grabbed the dishes and stacked your bowl on top of his.

"Christmas," You told him, "You?"

"I love Halloween," He looked almost embarrassed, "Me and my old girlfriend used to go hard for Halloween," Austin nodded.

"Halloween isn't really a thing in Australia, so you might have to go without this year," You told him.

"I know!" He scoffed, "I'm actually so bummed out about it,"

You and Austin went back and forth asking each other random questions for the next hour or so. Talking about everything and anything. What was his favourite job he's had? His favourite colour? The best part of his hometown? The least lucky number? It was 23 by the way.

He found out things you had never told anyone before. That when you were ten you hid your Mom's wedding ring from her for two weeks. Or how in school you talked the girl you didn't like into singing in the talent show because she couldn't carry a tune. The little secrets you had collected over the years felt safe with Austin.

"So you were a mean girl?!" He exclaimed, the sounds of Suspicious Minds played in the background. "Oh my god!"

"I was not!" You protested, "She was the worst, she used to say I looked like a donkey!"

"So you decided to show everyone that she sounded like one," He nodded with a grin.

"Exactly," You agreed, "If anything I was doing her a favour. Showed her that she should never take up a career in performing," You laughed. "I think she's an accountant now," You told him, chuckling as you took another sip of your drink.

"Can't believe my girlfriend was a mean girl," He sat up with a sigh and a smile.

"Oh, whatever," You shook your head. Austin watched you as you took another sip of your drink. The sun had set and the stars in the sky were coming through the window softly, the moonlight looked good on your skin, he thought. You put your glass down before yawning into your hands.

He took note of the clock on the wall, it was getting late. He didn't realise how much time had passed as you sat together talking. "Come on," Austin stood up and held out his arms to you. You smiled up at him before taking his hand, he helped you up from the ground.

"I'll just go grab my stuff and then I'll get set up out here," He picked the dishes up from the coffee table.

"Out here?" You asked him, Austin took note of how when you were confused you tilted your head.

"Yeah, I can take the couch," He nodded, now rinsing the bowls in the kitchen sink, "You can have the bedroom,"

You looked over at him dumbfounded. He washed the bowls for you both and left them on the drying rack before doing the cutlery. You turned off the tap, "Austin-" He looked up at you- "We can sleep in the same bed,"

"I just didn't know if you would want to," He shrugged, "And if you're not, I'll sleep out here. I really am fine with it, promise". He dried his hands off before leading you both to the bathroom. The tiles were cold against your bare feet.

"Hey," You stopped him as he went to grab a new toothbrush for you, "I'm pretty sure Elvis never slept on Priscilla's couch," You put your hand on top of his. Austin held your gaze, the silence you were in felt comfortable.

"Okay," He said in a soft voice, "Are you sure?"

"Very sure," You nodded. Austin smiled at you before handing you your toothbrush. "I'm going to go get my face wash," You told him.

"You brought your face wash?" He spoke, now a mouth full of toothpaste.

"Yeah! I'm not an animal," You called out to him. When you came back you started brushing your teeth with him. Austin began to sway as you both looked at yourselves in the wall mirror. His hip purposely bumped yours, making you laugh. You bumped his hip back, he got you again before spitting out his toothpaste.

"I want to do it," He picked up the bottle of your face wash, looking at the back. You tried to speak to him as you brushed your teeth, but he softly shushed you. "I've got this,"

Austin read the instructions of your oil cleanser before pumping two small drops onto his fingers. "Are you okay with me touching your face?" He asked, his eyes wide. He really was a puppy. You nodded in response.

Austin took a deep breath before softly massaging the oil into your cheeks and forehead. He manoeuvred around your toothbrush as best he could, trying to evenly use the oil. Once you had spit your toothpaste out his job became increasingly easier.

Austin looked at the next instruction as you laughed at him, "I need a towel". Austin opened the bottom cupboard and pulled out a small flannel before dampening it. As he softly washed your face with the flannel, you couldn't help but admire Austin up close. He had a small beauty mark on the left side of his face and his cupid's bow looked delicately crafted.

"Staring?" Austin asked you with raised eyebrows.

"Always," You shot back. He chuckled, seeming taken back by your quick response. When Austin was done, you splashed your face with water as per the last instruction. "Happy with your work?" You asked him.

"Are you?" He laughed.

"Feels fine," You nodded, "Come on, I'm tired"

You went to get your bag as Austin went into the bedroom. When you returned, he had been changed into another t-shirt, this one looking more worn than the last. You pulled out your pyjamas, a pair of shorts and t-shirt.

"Um," You fiddled with them in your hands, "Could you turn around for a sec?" Austin nodded instantly, turning around and facing the corner of the room. You pulled your clothes off gently and put them back in your bag. You struggled to unclip your bra momentarily, but got it eventually.

Would Austin be weird if you didn't wear a bra to bed? You contemplated putting it back on, but knew you were overthinking it. Deciding to get dressed before you could change your mind, you told Austin he could turn back around.

Austin put his phone on charge before getting in bed. "Excuse me, Mr Butler,"

"Yes?" With his head rested on the pillow and crisp white sheets over his chest, he looked so comfortable.

"As per our agreement," You crossed your arms at him, "I actually sleep on the left side,"

He laughed, "Of course," He moved across to the right side, "I apologise,"

"Good," You hopped under the covers where Austin previously was, "Don't let it happen again," You turned to him with a blank expression before turning the lamp off, leaving the bedroom completely dark.

Austin let a laugh out of his nose before speaking, "Goodnight Y/N,"

"Night Austin," You said quietly before turning on your side. You heard Austin take in a deep breath before he let it go again.

"Sweet dreams, Mamas,"

─── ∘◦❀◦∘

When Austin woke the next morning, he was left with an empty bed. His first thought was that you had left, but when he saw your bag still by the door and heard Elvis coming from down the hall- his heartbeat finally slowed.

Austin rubbed his eyes as he walked down to the kitchen. There you were, listening to Viva Las Vegas and cooking him breakfast. "Viva Las Vegas," You sang softly, doing the choreography that Y/N had watch Polly teach Austin earlier this week.

"We should stick you in a wig and you can do it," Austin spoke.

"Oh my god, Austin!" You shouted as you jumped. You sunk down the floor as you regained your breath.

"Oh my baby," He laughed coming over to you, "Are you okay? I didn't mean to frighten' you,"

"I'm okay," You panted, "Oh my god," You stood back up and went back to making breakfast.

"What're you doing?" Austin asked, leaning over your shoulder to see what was in the pan.

"Making you breakfast," You said like it was obvious, "Because if I don't, you won't and then you won't eat until I make you eat," You turned around to look up at him. Austin nodded at you.

"Fair enough," He smiled, "Thank you," He placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Do you want to get coffee on the way to work?" He leant himself against the counter, "I'll buy,"

"Yeah course," You nodded.

"Then I can finally figure out what coffee you like," He crossed his arms with a smirk.

"I like the mystery of not knowing what kind of coffee will appear in my trailer," You admitted to him. You weren't lying, Austin always made sure it was something different.

You both ate breakfast together, this time at the table- Elvis still playing in the background. You realised that you would both need to rush to get to set for Austin's call time. You told him you would just shower on set, your call time being later than his.

So after Austin showered, you managed to leave with enough time to grab a coffee on the drive over. He paid for both of them and drove you both in.

The drive was great, Elvis playing again. You were sure that after the movie had been shot, you would never want to hear another Elvis song again- but at the moment, you were fine with it.

Arriving on set, Austin got out of the car before you. You turned around to the back seat to grab your bag, Austin had already opened your car door for you when you were done.

"What time do you finish today?" He asked, holding his arm out to help you down.

"I think we're both done at four," You grabbed hold of his arm as you hopped out of the car, thanking him afterwards. "Would you mind taking me back to your place so I can get my car after?"

"I was planning on it," He smiled at you.

As you both walked into set together, you felt Austin's hand brush lightly against yours. You tried to pay no mind to it, but when Austin intertwined his fingers with yours and held your hand, it was all you could think about.

─── ∘◦❀◦∘

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#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler series #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #austin butler drabble #ab going method #elvis 2022 #using American words for everything is hard #have to rewire my Aussie brain #celeste writes fics

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jinnify · 1 year

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burning through you — lee felix

pairing: felix x fem!reader genre: fluff, comfort i think warnings: a singular sexual innuendo word count: 1k now playing: love song by lana del rey

— You sniffled as you watched the red light turn green from the back seat of Jake’s car. Undereyes dark and stained from the mascara you had accidentally rubbed off while wiping the tears out of your eyes. You don’t even remember calling Felix, much less explaining that your date had ditched you for someone else, leaving you alone in an unknown club. You shivered, the tight mini dress you had on doing very little to keep you from the cool air that entered through Jake’s opened window. Felix quickly moved your head onto his lap, rubbing your arm and most of your legs to create warmth in your body.

Your dress reflected across the car ceiling, blinding Felix in his left eye, but he said nothing. Your hair whipped around you as Jake took off from the intersection, driving back to his house. Felix had been excitedly waiting for you there this entire time, eager to have heard how it had gone with the date that was currently knuckles deep in someone else.

Felix helped you from Jake’s car, asking you to get on his back so you wouldn’t have to keep walking around in your heels. Jake’s house was quiet. His roommates had gone to sleep while he was gone. “I have some spare clothes in my room. Just hold on, let me go get them,” you heard him whisper into the darkness as Felix walked into the kitchen to turn on a light and get you a glass of water to sober you up as much as he could.

This was not what you had expected to have happened when you thought about yourself going home with someone tonight. Felix walked you over to the living room, sitting you down so you could rest your tender feet. Jake handed Felix his extra clothes, immediately bidding you both a good night and heading into his room.

“C’mon, babe. Gotta get you outta these uncomfortable clothes,” Felix whispered as he sat down next to you, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. You barely moved, only moving to slip your arms out of the thin straps of your dress. You let Feilx dress you, only nodding when he asked if you wanted to go home or stay here for the night.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit clearer than that,” he chuckled as he watched you.

“I’ll stay here.”

“That’s fine. Let me just go get a wipe to take off your makeup.”

You laid yourself on the enormous couch. The relaxing of your muscles makes your back ache slightly. You immediately felt yourself start drifting into a peaceful sleep, your breath evening out rather rapidly. You heard Felix open the restroom door, making his way over to you, his socked feet softly thumping against the hardwood floors, giving away his position. You shuffled around, already sitting up without having him say anything.

“Ah! No, no, no!” you heard Felix aggressively whisper, “Stay put. I’ll take off your makeup for you,” you heard him whisper before you felt him push you back onto the couch. “I’ll do the best I can. Eunha only has these wipes in the main restroom.” You could only smile at Felix, making him laugh to himself. “I think we’re good, love. You can go to sleep now.”

You let out a slight noise resembling a whine, holding your hand out to feel for Felix. He lightly placed his hand in yours, careful not to startle you, “what’s up?” You pulled him down onto you, but he kept himself up with his other arm, keeping him hovering above you. “Sweetheart, I need to throw these wipes away,” he chuckled, “I’ll be right back. Move over to your right so I can lay next to you.”

You once again heard his muffled footsteps, this time moving much quicker. “Kay, I’m back, love.” You felt Felix lay next to you, turning to face him as he caged you in his arms, his right arm moving under your head.

“My poor girl,” you said as he kissed your forehead, “you’ve had a rough night tonight, haven’t you?” You opened your eyes, letting them focus.

His freckled face shined even in this darkness. Your eyes jumped around his face, trying to take in all of his features, even when you knew Felix’s face like the back of your hand at this point in your friendship. “Thank you,” you whispered before moving to give him a small peck on his cheek. “You don’t need to thank me. You already know that that’s what I’m here for.”

You didn’t give much thought before kissing Felix, quickly moving away when you realized what you’d done. “Am I that bad of a kisser?” he laughed, his eyes crinkling into those crescents you adored. “Just didn’t want to make you feel weird.”

“You could never do that. Especially not after that one time you-” You cut Felix off before he could embarrass you with your shared anecdote, kissing him slowly this time. This time Felix pulled away, catching his breath. You watched his face as he smiled at you sadly. “You’re not going to regret this in the morning, right? Because I know I’ll never regret this.”

You didn’t know how to answer him, taking your time to truly think about what had just happened between you two, “Nah. If anything, I’ll want to do it again.” Felix flashed you his toothy smile this time, “Why wait for tomorrow when we can do it right now?” You felt yourself get hot, pushing Felix away from you, forgetting that you were laying on a couch. “Ow!” You heard him yelp, “What was that for?” he loudly whispered from the floor, making you laugh. “You flirt with your best friend one time and end up getting pushed onto the floor!”

You waited as Felix settled back onto the couch, instantly wrapping your arms around his waist, and nuzzling your head into his chest, “can we be best friends that kiss and hold hands?”

“Well, we’re already best friends that hold hands, but I think we can start kissing too.”

#my skzhypen crumbs #it was an aussie line collab #stray kids #stray kids felix #stray kids x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids comfort #felix x reader #felix fic #felix imagines #felix scenarios #felix fluff #felix comfort #📁 stray kids: felix

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mrchiipchrome · 6 months

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I need a kyra cooney cross one

if you wanna request, theres a prompt list in my masterlist :)

prompt 47. -I want you here, from tonight until the end of time.

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The picnic date you and Kyra had only 15 minutes earlier ended with the sun going down behind the horizon. It was time to use the scenic field out in the countryside to stargaze, the purpley orange color of the lowering sun painting your faces gorgeously.

“Yeah, it should be there? I don’t think I forgot it…” You shoot back at the Aussie, who perks up when she seemingly finds it.

“I found it!” She lifts her arms in triumph, blanket falling down onto the ground. Picking it up, Kyra doesn’t notice you coming up behind her. That’s why she jumps out of her shoes when she feels your hands on her waist, turning around and going down into a ninja-like position.

“Whoa, Miss Ninja be careful, wouldn’t want you to chop my head off with those razor hands, would we?” You take her hands in yours, twirling her around like you would a dance partner.

And in a way she was, twisting and twirling around behind the car to the whistling tunes of the birds, early September glow making for an ethereal scene.

“Come on, let’s go lay down” The younger girl tells you after stealing a quick kiss from your lips. The early September air was warm enough not to need hoodies during the day but cold enough to need blankets at night.

Laying down on the picnic blanket placed out earlier, her head finds its way onto your shoulder, Kyra’s arm wrapping around your waist under the thick fluffy blanket. Your arms find their way under your head, providing some well needed cushioning.

The young Australian star presses a sweet kiss to the underside of your jaw, catching your attention prettily.

The soft oranges of the sleepy sun were slowly fading, making a starry night possible.

“What’s that constellation?” She points out the obscure shape in the sky made up of stars, forming what looked to be a w.

“Well, that my love happens to be Cassiopeia.” You whisper in her ear softly, your breath tickling the skin of her cheek. She giggles, pushing your face away from hers, you just leaning in to press a bunch of pecks to her cheeks.

The giggles increase dramatically, the two of you rolling around on the picnic blanket. When you end up on top of her, the urge to kiss her becomes far too strong, capturing her lips with yours in an innocent embrace.

“Mhm, you’re my greatest love Kyra. My only love.” You whisper to her, lips millimeters from your own.

“You’re a dork” She pushes you down beside her, going back to your previous position. “I love you too” She whispers into the night air, cloud forming.

“I wish we could stay here forever, just the two of us. I want you here, from tonight until the end of time.” With only the stars and your lover witnessing the moment of softness, you express every loving thought you have of her, voice lulling the midfielder to sleep.

You yourself couldn’t sleep even if you wanted to, the goddess beside you snoring loudly in your ear. Anyways, you’d rather look at her than sleep, her peaceful features twitching ever so slightly when your finger runs over them.

Even as the sky’s painted in glowing orange and pink, you can't help but think how much more gorgeous the girl beside you was compared to the sky.

#auswnt x reader #aussie week #kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney cross x reader #woso x reader #woso #arsenal wfc

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clownwrites · 2 months

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Boomer/Trans masc reader blurb

Tw: fluff/ masculine binary reader

Trying to get a feel for his character and gather inspo for him. Idk that I did him any justice but at least it's sweet.

George never really stopped to admire men that were short of stunning. Something plastard on billboards with perfectly sculpted chests or soft lips with chiseled jaws might catch his eye but that was only nature to some degree, no one confident in themselves would care to deny the beauty standard.

But there was something to you specifically, as if he'd been struck in the face. You were attractive, to an average standard, yes, but something about what struck him would make your deepened, somber voice, warm the skin of his ears.

He found out you were trans, mostly by his own ignorant attempt to justify his attraction but there was nothing effeminate about you. Shaking, scarred and dry hands handled guns with the skill of breathing, nails beds warped and filthy of grease, teeth crooked by where you'd once chewed those same nails down to the nerve. Your story was nothing compared to the villains whose names were cemented and customized in Arkham prison building. Just some simple goon with too much luck but you knew enough to help and we're dangerous enough to plant a bomb in.

And though you are a man, who's name and mannerisms echo in masculinity, Harkness began to find himself softened by the tilt in your smile and the lines it made at the corner of your eyes.

He could warm a small room with the heat that burned in his face when you stared George in his eyes and rumbled how they looked like gems.

“What?” He asked incredulously, not quite hearing that careful voice above the ringing in his ears

And you'd clarify “You got eyes like emeralds… real pretty.”

the awkward silence that followed his “oh..” before Waller had bellowed her commands, would have been enough to make either man shrivel up and die where they stood. Despite the stumbling between the both of you, The Captain sought more of that timid attention you shared to him.

This was a new development for him, he was no stranger to finding a man attractive but to crave him was foreign.

#Captain boomerang #captain boomerang x reader #George harkness x reader #george harkness #x reader #boy puss cures aussie jewel theif more at 11

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spideyreid · 10 months

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Why would you cook them?

I keep seeing those Australian Hunstman spidersonas and I wrote a little drabble about the conflicting British, American and Australian ‘chips’ argument. As an Aussie I love the Australian Huntsman idea, and people from Australia should get this.

Just a little drabble about an Australian Spidersona with Hobie, Miles and Gwen arguing chips.

Can be read as a Hobie x reader, or platonic, can be read as any gender

Warnings: Swearing lmao but spidesona is Australian guys, tiny dig at American healthcare, first fic

“I swear Miguel’s actual mission is to kill us,” you hear Miles groan. The latest mission had been rounding up a scorpion anomaly, whose stinger somehow multiplied when it was cut off. After dropping it at HQ, the battered and bruised group decided to crash in your universe.

“Correction, try to kill you,” you laughed, which earned you a pointed look from Gwen. Hobie smirked, slapping Miles on the back. “Aye, probably cause you missed his last lecture mate.”

Gwen rolls her eyes. “No, that was you Hobie, you missed his last lecture.”

“Nah, ya trippin Gwendy, why would I miss the boss’s twenty minute screamin match about ‘HQ mandatory cleaning regulations,” he responds, leaning back in his chair. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, as you recall ranting to him about that lecture yesterday.

Since being bitten by a radioactive spider a year and a half ago, you had been Sydney’s one and only Huntsman, and a part of the spider society. A year and a half of fighting villains, anomalies, maggies and eshays. You enjoyed your life as Sydney’s huntsman, your average broke yr 12 (public school not private because you ain’t one of those snobby rich cunts, you literally live in Bankstown be fr) by day, before swinging over to Maccas for a quick frozen coke and being an eshay fighting official sick cunt by night.

Hobie jumped out of his chair with a grin on his face making his way over to where you stand in the kitchen. He leans against the sink, arms folded. “Oi love, where you keep ya food?”

You hummed pointing up to a cupboard, “Should be Chips up there.”

“Chips?” He asks, not quite sure if he heard you.

“Nah fucking potatoes, yes chips you dickhead.” You scoff.

“Means ya gonna cook em then.” Hobie sighs, and looks down from the cupboard. He is met with your horrified face. Your jaw drops and he realised he’s fucked up somehow judging by the furious look in your eye.

“WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING COOK THEM?” you yell dumbfounded. Your outburst caught the attention of the rest of your friends which made them come running.

“What’s going on?”

“Oi, y/n eats chips raw mate, like I have to draw the line there that’s pretty fucked.”

Gwen raises her eyebrows before sharing a look with Miles. “Why would you cook chips?” Hobie looks at Gwen unimpressed.

“Thank you, yes, god, yeah you cook chips but you don’t cook those chips.”

“Wait what chips do you cook y/n?” Miles asks, confused.

“Y’know, um…. the long ones?” Hobie and Gwen smirk, and you roll your eyes. “Fuck off, I mean the potato ones, I can’t explain them just y’know.”

Gwen pinches her nose. “I’m confused.”

Miles looks between all of you. “Me too.”

Sighing you push past Hobie barely avoiding the leg he sticks out and opening the cupboard. Down you pull a packet of Smiths original chips, and place it on the bench. “There, chips.”

A loud laugh pierces the air, surprising you, Miles and Gwen. Hobie was howling with laughter, tears in his eyes. You stood there not knowing how to react. He crossed his arms over his stomach in an attempt to catch his breath and wipes his eyes.

“Oi y/n mate, they’re crisps,” he chuckles.

“What the fuck are crisps?” You snap.

“Those are crisps.”

Gwen quickly butts in, “She’s right Hobie they’re chips.” Miles nods in agreement.

He shakes his head, “Nah chips are the one ya cook.”

“Oh, no that’s French fries,” Gwen responds in realisation.

You question Gwen, “Like the chips you get at Maccas?”

“Maccas? Yeah, but we call them Fries or French fries.”

You cross your arms and grin. “They’re not even French.”

Hobie nods in agreement, before turning to you. “So you call Chips like the fried ones, ‘chips‘ and crisps ‘chips’ as well?”

“Well yeah but y’know the difference depending on the scenario like why would I keep chips in the cupboard?”

Miles pick up the packet, before questioning you as well. “So y/n you call fries ‘chips’ and chips the same?”

“Yes Miles,” stealing the bag from him and opening the packet.

“Ya Aussies are weird,” Gwen says while taking a chip from the packet. A ring clad hand is shoved into the packet and takes a handful, while a web from his free hand takes the packet. Before you can respond to the two Americans with some comment about having free healthcare involving lots of bad words, Hobie nudges you with his arm. “Glad we cleared that up love, cause I couldn’t hang with someone with shit food choices,” he snickers, shoving his mouth with food.

You huff, grabbing the packet again. “Shut the fuck up, your name is literally Hobart.”

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