#beach bar owner ari

[flordeamatista]

Glimpse of You

pairing: Beach Bar Owner!Ari Levison x curvy!Reader (any body type)

concept: Your darkness will be drained away by him. Because you gave him air, he'll let you breathe and release.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: Chronic pain, fatigue, anxiety, orgasm pain therapy,poetic smut (f receiving), talking about medication, angst feelings–feeling useless and weak, body worshiping, nicknames : my soul — princess

a/n: I dedicate this to all my love ones suffering from chronic pain. It may not be your struggle exactly, but this man would do anything for you.

Beta by the lovely @lookiamtrying

Thank you to my loves for encouraging me to write this @lfnr-blog-blog-blog and @mrsmischief209

Masterlist

There are times when you need to use a whip to help yourself up, and although you take punches after punches, you'll see the light at the end of the tunnel 

Your body curled even further into itself after a sharp stab. When it creeps into your life and takes away your joy of just being you, you are overtaken by it. Cry like waves into a dark night of pain and no one will understand why you cry. Because of this pain, you know this illness has no cure, just the ability to deal with it. 

Yes, it can make it numb, but you don't want numbness, you want freedom.

The waves of the dark thunder ripple upon your body as you drown in another cry. The bathtub continued to claw at your body, but you couldn't defend yourself. As you float with your head up, breathing heavily from your pain self, the water around you begins to soothe the burn. 

Your hands pushed up against the walls of the tub, trying to crawl to the edge for succor, for salvation. The fire surged its way to your fingers, and the white-hot pain swept over the rest of your body. Your hands gripped the edge of the tub, but the pain spread to your fingers and they dropped. Your body felt like it was boiling, and you screamed into the dark ocean of your torture.

 Cool water washed over your body, causing the burn on your body to rest. The room was ablaze with agony. The pain that accompanied it surged across your body in waves. 

Like a companion, the pain surrounding is so alive, so painful. 

You open your eyes, but the world is blurry. Your gaze is drawn to a face. His face is filled with sorrow as he stares deep into your eyes. There is nothing like his eyes in the world. There is calm and relief in it, and you have seen the world.

Ari's face is swallowed whole in the pain you are in. Your pain is his pain. He wants every drop of pain inhaling in your body to be gone because he only wishes every breath of yours to be painless. Unless he is plying your body with the most beautiful moans. His mission is to free your body. After that first night and that night in his club, he known you for a few months and started running after you.

His words make your mind less painful, and you feel a rush of relief. The pain would be less confusing if it was separate from you. 

“my soul ?'' His words forced their way into your mind, calming you like no other. 

Having weakness in front of him is not what you're used to. Traveling around and teasing him for months, now he sees the weak side of you. An individual suffering from chronic illness cannot be loved in this way because this is when one can be strong for days and then dark for the next.

It's natural to love strength, but do you love me for my own weaknesses, because I have demons of pain of my own?

In managing chronic pain, one must always be prepared for the next flare-up, never quite knowing if the threat has passed or if it is just saving its energy for the next attack. 

There had previously been a wide range of medications prescribed by doctors, including high-strength opiates, anti-inflammatories, and lidocaine injections. Pain was managed with medication, but fatigue, nausea, and concentration problems resulted, making you feel worse.

You even tried a yoga retreat but it only improve your flexibility. You traveled around Europe to be free and live your life to the fullest, but your fullest was Ari that day.

"Princess" he repeated, then you understood. It has a deeper meaning to him now than when he first said it.

He is telling you that he is you.

He lifts you out of the tub and towards his bedroom, he lays you down to ease that pain.

You flew out of your skin and the pain still felt real.

 ''Ari, we don't have to do this,'' you said. ''We don't have to do this for me.''

“I'll take it from you and just need to let go. ''It's my job to make you fly, sweet love ''

Your upper body was tickled and stroked as his lips swayed with each kiss. He gently rubbed your sides while tracing patterns on your thighs after pausing at the hips to brush his thumbs over the lines that nature had so skillfully drawn.

Because he is ready to take your pain, his voice did not carry pain. There was still heat surrounding you, but no fire.

With a blue sparkle in his eye and a playful smirk, he hovered over the fleshy mound, named after the goddess of love. He slowly laved the full length of your folds up to the top, without breaking eye contact. Your pulse quickened, you reached for Ari's hair, threading it through it and gazing at him as your hips rose off the mattress.

He continued to kiss you down. You whipped a sound that echoed down Ari's spine as he teased your little bundle of nerves with his mouth and fingers, reveling even more in the sounds you made and the way your body tensed. 

He is transforming your pain sensitivities into desires for enjoyment.

''Ari,'' you whisper. The voice has not changed, the pain is still there, but you are separate.

You're not sure how your body is even moving right now, your fingers clenched so tightly in the bed sheets that you're about to rip them apart with your nails as you clench around Ari's fingers. Suddenly, your legs shiver, your back arches, and you gasp as the pain goes away. Coming down from the orgasm happens gradually, and you squirm.

You cry a gust of dark wind and rain, tears dripping from the edges of your eyes like railings carrying sorrow and remorse.  With the slightest effort, the arms felt heavy to move, ones that could not bend or lift. 

He relaxed his jaw, allowing his tongue to slide deeper into his mouth, expertly peeling back the thin layers of flesh with the tip before poking inside, like a bird harvesting fruit. The more Ari surrendered to the taste, the more you hummed, driving him insane with vibrations that increased the more Ari lost himself in it. As he penetrated you, fully holding your hips, precision was only at the back of his mind. 

Your darkness will be drained away by him. Because you gave him air, he'll let you breathe and release.

Sensed you were close, Ari sucked again at the swollen little nub, flicking the tongue at its tip, sending you over the edge. You moaned his name as your body uncoil like a spring released from tension. A sigh escapes your lips. You're hot and heavy, and your skin is burning.

For the first time in years, it took several minutes to realize that ecstasy Ari had completely eliminated severe discomfort. The painkiller was cured of agony with pleasure at that moment, and this was the best treatment. 

In spite of the harshest waves, he will hold out to the tide so you can keep growing and blooming

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Tomorrow is not too late

AN: This fic is for the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming's Jardin de Poemas challenge, and who better to use than Ari? My chosen poetry prompt is in bold.

Whilst this definitely can be read as a stand alone, there is a brief nod to this little ficlet I wrote, so that could be seen as a prequel.

Beta by @navybrat817, divider by @firefly-graphics, mood board by me (with credits to those who took the photos)

Find my master list here and the series master list here

WC: 5.8k

Pairing: Ari x Reader (no ethnicity or body type specified, other than too short to reach top shelves in grocery stores)

CW: Stranger to Friends, Friends to (future) Lovers, Fluff, Getting together, Smidge angst, Ari’s hands and chest hair (totally a warning)

The sun was beating down as you and your friends hung out on the beach. It was a long weekend, and you were all planning to stay up late, play games, eat too much and most definitely drink too much. 

There was a small resort on this part of the beach, but they didn’t mind non-guests coming down, as they also had a public bar and it was definitely going to be your group’s first stop later when the sun started to go down. Whilst all of you needed a respite from the rat-race, all your friends agreed that you needed it the most.  

It was a lovely day. You lay on your towel, soaking up the rays for a time, read your book and then indulged in a water fight in the gentle rolling waves. You ate some of the picnic that you’d all contributed too and it was all enough, to make you forget your troubles, at least for a while. As the day was drawing to a close, you took yourself off a ways, to sit on one of the dunes and stare out at the ocean, imagining that with every wave that crashed ashore and retreated back out, some of your sadness was going with it. You turned as you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, and your friend, Iris, sat down next to you, slinging her arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close.

“How’re you doing, Puss?” 

A small smile appeared on your face at the use of your childhood nickname, a callback to your obsession with all things Puss in Boots.

“Alright, I suppose. Up and down. I still don’t understand why?  Why he did it? I loved him so much.”

Iris rubbed her hand up and down your arm, biting back the words she wanted to say, because you weren’t ready to hear them yet. Not ready to hear her say what she really thought about your ex-boyfriend.

“I don’t know, Puss. I don’t know. But I do know you will get through it, cos you’re strong, okay?

You blinked back the tears that threatened to spill, determined not to let Kyle’s actions spoil this weekend.

“Okay.  Come on, let’s get back to the others, pack up and head to the bar. I need a drink or three.”

“It’s like you read my mind.  Sure you don’t wanna run off with me?” You hugged her back, hard, smacking a wet kiss to her cheek, making her laugh and push you away, making over-exaggerated gagging noises.

The pair of you were giggling as you stood and ran, hand in hand, down the sandy slope.

It was fairly crowded in the resort bar, but given the long weekend, that wasn’t too surprising. There was a mixture of locals and guests; the latter asking the former about any hidden gems in the way of restaurants and places to visit.

Your group had taken up residence  in one of the corners, where there were some wicker sofas and armchairs, covered in cushions that had a distinctive ‘70’s vibe. You were two cocktails and a shot in, and feeling nicely mellow. Laughter bounced off the walls as you all chatted about work and families. You were hoping that the conversation wouldn’t turn to relationships anytime soon when Iris elbowed you in the ribs.

“Pssst!! Puss!”

“Whaaaaat?”

“The guy behind the bar, one of the resort owners - he’s totally checking you out.”

You glanced up, where one of the tallest and broadest men you’d ever set eyes on was looking over at your group. His dirty blond hair sat, shaggily, near his shoulder, and an equally scruffy looking beard covering his chin and jaw. He was hot. And way out of your league. You turned back to your friend and rolled your eyes.

“I doubt it’s me he’s watching, probably Gracie.” You waved your hand in the direction of your other friend, a tall, leggy blonde with annoyingly perky natural assets and a tiny waist. It would be easy to hate her if she wasn’t such a sweetheart.

“Nope, I think it’s definitely you. I bet if you get up and head across to the ladies he’ll watch you. If he doesn’t, I’ll buy your next shot, but if he does, you owe me a shot, and you have to buy from him.”

“Oh, it’s on!” Iris knew your weak-spot; you could never resist a challenge.

You stood up, smoothed your skirt, and grabbed your purse, before you made your way across the crowded bar towards the restrooms. You tried to subtly look across in your peripheral vision to see if the barman was watching you.

Fuck. He was.

You felt heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks and tried not to hurry the last few feet to the ladies room. You pushed through the door and grabbed hold of the nearest sink, looking at yourself in the mirror.  Your eyes were bright due to the alcohol you’d had and there was still some sand in your hair from earlier.  Why was a guy like that looking at you? You had to admit, it felt nice to be looked at, but you were still dealing with the aftermath of Kyle and you didn’t do one night stands.

You splashed water on your face, and then patted it dry. Semi-happy with your appearance, you exited the restroom and headed to the bar; you owed Iris that drink. Heat prickled over you as you approached; you could feel his eyes on you. When you got so close that you could no longer avoid it, you looked up at the man from beneath your lashes. Your breath caught in your throat, because he was even more handsome, and striking, up close. His eyes were the blue of the ocean, flecked with green and swirling with hidden depths. His hair and beard were also a symphony of different colours; golden, ash, light brown, auburn, all melding together to create something truly beautiful.  His lips, pink, plump and slightly chapped, turned up into a smile as you approached.

“Hey there, angel.  What’ll it be?”

His voice was deep and sonorous, the rumble washing through your body in a way that made your imagination race.

“Umm, can I get two tequila’s please.”

“Sure thing.” He turned to find the shot glasses and the correct bottle.  “So, you and your friends have a good beach day? Great weather for it.”  

You felt the corners of your mouth twitching at his attempt at smalltalk.

“It was lovely, thanks.”

He placed the two shots on a tray and you handed over your card to pay. He rang it up and then passed you back the card, his eyes twinkling, small crinkles around the edges. As you took hold of your card, his fingers brushed yours, and you swore a jolt of electricity ran up your arm.

“I’m Ari, by the way. Ari Levinson.”

“Thanks, Ari.”  You picked up the tray and started to move away.

“Hey,” he called. “What do I call you?”

You chuckled. He was persistent, you had to give him that.

“Angel.”

His smile split into a broad grin before he laughed as well, shaking his head as he started to clean the bar.

Your town wasn’t the biggest, and after that day you seemed to bump into Ari everywhere. First in the grocery store, when you were reaching up to grab your favourite chips from the top shelf.  You were standing on your toes, grocery basket in one hand, the other outstretched above your head searching futilely. The tip of your tongue was poking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration, when a tanned, golden haired arm crossed your peripheral vision and then suddenly the chips were in your basket.

“Good choice, Angel.”  He smiled that smile that made your knees slightly weak and your heart beat loud in your chest.

“Thanks Ari.”  You chastised yourself when your voice came out more breathy than intended, but smiled back before waving good-bye and getting on with your shopping.

The second time, you’d just picked up your favourite coffee on your way to work. You were making your way out of the crowded shop when you tripped. In an instant your cup was plucked out of your hand and your body was brought flush against a broad chest, your nose almost pressing into the golden hair protruding out the top of his partially undone shirt. The smell of sand and salty water wafted across you.

“Woah there, Angel. No need to throw yourself at me.” You looked up at the sound of the amused voice and he winked at you.

“Thanks,” you squeaked out. He helped set you to rights and you scurried out before you could make more of a fool of yourself.

You saw him again whilst jogging, the pair of you waving at each other as you passed in opposite directions,  then a few days later you almost literally bumped into him in the library.

“I’m starting to think the universe is trying to tell us something, Angel, the way we keep meeting like this.  Maybe we should listen.”

You leant against the library counter, holding your stash of books, smiling coyly and raising one eyebrow.

“And what do you think it’s trying to say, Mr. Levinson?”

“That I should invite you for coffee and you should say yes. And that you should never call me Mr. Levinson again - making me sound like my Dad.”

You smirked and turned, grabbing the library notepad and a pen. You’d been feeling good recently, less affected by your break-up with Kyle, and whilst you still weren’t looking for anything serious, Ari had a way of making you smile and laugh. It couldn’t hurt to get to know him better, right? You pressed the piece of paper into his hand and then walked out before you could change your mind.

“Call me,” you tossed over your shoulder and Ari looked down at the paper, your number and the word ‘Angel’.

You sat, drumming your fingers on the table, to stop yourself from chewing them, as you waited for Ari at the local coffee shop. You’d heard your message chime on your phone sound on your drive back from the library, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. He’d proposed a mid-morning meeting the coming Saturday, and now here you were.  You looked down at your jeans, ankle boots and long sleeved t-shirt, still questioning whether it was the right outfit. It had been cooler recently, the heat of the summer starting to dissipate. You had your leather jacket, too, to wear when you left. Well, too late now.

The bell above the door rang, and, as it’d done every time you’d heard the sound in the last 5 minutes, your head jerked up.  Ari jogged in, smiling broadly, stone wash jeans, burnt umber casual button down and a matching jean jacket. His hand came up and swept his hair back off his forehead, the strands glowing gold in the sunlight.

“Hey, Angel, sorry I’m a bit late. Traffic kicking my ass this morning. What are you having?”

You shook yourself out of your stupor and asked him for your favourite coffee and an almond croissant.  He was back a few minutes later and, although you’d expected the large black coffee he’d got himself, you were surprised by the raspberry and white chocolate muffin.  You smiled in amusement as he pulled the top off of it and let out a contented moan as the sweetness hit his tongue.

“What,” he spluttered around a mouthful of muffin. “It’s good shit.”  You just shook your head, eyes full of laughter as you ripped off a piece of your croissant and dipped it in your coffee, before stuffing your own face. You both sat for the next few minutes, just smiling at each other and eating your treats. 

How was he so handsome? It shouldn’t be allowed.

“So, Ari. How’s it going at the resort?”

“Quiet, but it is nearing the end of the season. Soon we’ll be renting out the rooms for conferences and winter yoga clubs and the such like.”  He looked up at you from underneath his illegally long eyelashes. “I can easily say though, that my summer hasn’t been the same since an Angel appeared on the beach.”

“Ari!” You squealed his name in embarrassment. His hands shot out across the table to clasp your own. You stared down and all you could think was that his hands were so very big and so very warm.

“It’s true! And I know it’s ridiculous, because I don’t even know your real name, but in the least creepy way possible, I can’t get you off my mind.”

You laughed at that, but sombered quickly, sighing and ducking your head. You extracted your hands from his and placed them on your lap, where he couldn’t see you twisting the ends of your sleeves.

“I…umm… I’m just looking for a friend right now.  I… err… had a bad break-up recently and I’m not really ready yet. I’m sorry.”  You glanced up at him, expecting to see a change in his expression, but there wasn’t one. He was still smiling at you sweetly.

“What you apologising for, Angel? Not your fault some idiot couldn’t see the best thing that was ever gonna grace his life. His loss, not yours. You need a friend? I’m your man…friend. Man-friend.” He cocked his head. “That sounded weird.”

You couldn’t help it. His goofiness caused a bubble of laughter to make its way out of your throat.

“Look, sweetheart, I ain’t gonna pressure you into anything. I respect you too much, okay.  So next time you wanna hang, let me know.  You have my number now, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks for understanding. Most guys wouldn’t.”  You both lapsed into silence as you finished your coffee. Your cup empty, you stood, feeling somewhat awkward and you busied yourself putting on your jacket. Ari stood as well, clearing his throat and grabbing your attention.  His hand slid to the back of his head, rubbing there, self-consciously.

“I was wondering, if you would like a, purely platonic, trip to the museum to fill the rest of the day? There’s a new exhibit just opened and I think you might like it.”

A smile lit up your face and you stood up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“That sounds really nice, let’s go.”

He smiled in return and offered you the crook of his arm. You accepted and the pair of you walked out, grinning, into the sunshine.

Weeks passed and fall came in earnest, the leaves on the trees changing through a kaleidoscope of colours; yellows, oranges and reds, before curling up and floating to the ground. Your and Ari’s friendship strengthened, and whilst you didn’t see him every day, you did text or send funny tik toks to each other. You’d finally told him your name that day you’d had your first friend-date, blurting it out as you’d walked arm in arm down to the museum, causing a puzzled look to flash briefly across his face before he worked it out.

“Suits you,” he’d said with a smile. “But Imma still call you ‘Angel’, if that’s alright?”  You’d assured him it was definitely alright, letting him know about the nickname Iris used for you and how you couldn’t shake it.

Since then he’d come along to meet -ups with your other friends, causing Iris to raise an eyebrow at you, tellingly.  She’d teased you mercilessly about when you were going to put him out of his misery, as he was clearly so besotted with you, despite your insistence that the pair of you were just friends.

“He knows I’m not ready for more, and he’s fine with just being friends.”

“Well, don’t blame him, Puss, when some other woman snaps him up from under your nose.”

You pursed your lips at her, not bothering to lie that you’d be fine with it, because just the thought of Ari with someone else made you feel sick. Which in turn made you feel like a right bitch, because you still weren’t ready for a boyfriend.  You knew the truth of your friend’s words though; you weren’t being fair to Ari, keeping him dangling like this.  You needed to speak to him.

You invited him over for a pizza and film night. You’d had a couple over the last few months, but they weren’t all that common. They’d always been fun though, with you picking a film each and lovingly teasing each other on the choice. This evening, however, there was a knot in your stomach. You’d got in all your favourite snacks, and Ari said that he’d bring pizza, but you weren’t sure if you could actually eat.  The doorbell rang and you jumped, drawing in a ragged breath before heading to open it. Ari’s large frame filled the doorway and he held the hand carrying the pizza’s out of the way so he could lean down and drop a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hey Angel, I hope you’re ready to enter the Matrix.”

No matter how nervous you were, his joyful presence was infectious and you couldn’t help but throw your arms around his waist and hug him tight. But your mood soured again when you remembered why you’d invited him tonight, and you extricated yourself from the embrace almost as fast.  You scurried to the kitchen and grabbed some drinks whilst the sounds of Ari hanging up his coat and sorting out the DVD carried through your tiny apartment.  Ari was a big man, and in your small, private space, he seemed gargantuan. His scent permeated every corner of every room and you knew it would linger for days if you didn’t do something about it, and you never did.

Returning to the sitting room, you found him lounging across your sofa, completely at home, his first slice almost completely devoured, threads of melted cheese sticking to his beard. It should have been gross, but you actually found it endearing. You leant over, removing the offending dairy product and passed him a beer with a small smile. You settled at the other end of the sofa, your feet tucked up and pressed play on the remote before grabbing your pizza box. Ari looked at you, somewhat puzzled; normally you sat right next to him and by the time you’d both finished eating and it was time to start the second film you were leaning on his chest, with his arm around your shoulders.

“You alright, Angel? What you doin’ all the way over there?”  

You shrugged your shoulders, nonchalantly, and returned your gaze to Keanu and Carrie. When Ari shifted to sit closer, you got up to grab a couple more drinks and on your return he’d resumed his previous position at the other end of the couch. You didn’t meet his enquiring gaze as you passed him his beer and sat back down, pretending to be fully engrossed in the film. When the credits started scrolling you shot up again, clearing away the pizza boxes and grabbing your snacks from the kitchen cupboard. Spinning back around you found yourself nose to chest with Ari.

“Oh!” 

His hands came down to gently grip your upper arms and he steered you back towards your breakfast bar, practically lifting you up onto one of the bar stools. His arms moved to rest on the countertop behind you, caging you in and he bent forward at the waist to bring your faces level with each other.  His beautiful blue eyes were stormy and intense as they searched your face for answers.

“Oh, indeed. Come on, sweetheart. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You sighed and pressed your hands against his broad chest, silently urging him to give you a bit more space. He retreated, but only slightly, perching on the other stool, turning you to face him, your knees slotting together, and taking hold of your hands.  You looked down to where he was running his thumbs back and forth over your knuckles, entranced by the look and feel of the action.

“I… um… I’m worried. I’m worried that you’re not happy. You’re hanging out with me all the time, when you could be going on dates, meeting people. I’m holding you back, cause I can’t give you what you want.”

The next thing you knew, Ari had slid down from his perch and wrapped his bulky arms around you, drawing you tight to his chest. He was so warm and smelt so nice, and you couldn’t help but inhale deeply and relax into his embrace. His cheek was resting on your head and you were completely surrounded by him.

“Angel, I don’t wanna go on dates or ‘meet’ people. Why would I need to, when I got you right here? You’re not holding me back, and you are giving me what I want - I have you, don’t I?  However you want me and whatever you wanna give me - that’s what I want.”

“But what about… you know… intimacy…kissing and, um, sex?” Your voice was muffled by his ridiculous chest, but at least it hid you from embarrassment. Ari was silent for a moment as he considered his answer, huffing slightly and you started to feel nervous.

“Angel, I don’t cuddle all my friends like this. We have intimacy, you and I. Would I like more? I’m not gonna lie, I really would, but that’s my issue to deal with. I can wait until you’re ready. Until then, I can, you know…” He trailed off and you giggled into his shirt, before he continued. “And if you’re never ready,  that’s also fine. Sex isn’t the be all and end all of a relationship. I’d rather have you and no sex, than sex and no you.” He moved one hand round towards your face, and finding your chin, tilted it up to look at him.  “What we have is enough, believe me.” He dropped a brief kiss onto your forehead, then took a half-step back, although you were still in his arms.

“Let’s say we take these snacks and go queue up your pick, yeah?”  

You smiled up at him, shyly.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

You walked back into the lounge, hand in hand, you holding a bag of chocolate covered pretzels, Ari holding a pair of beers between his large fingers.  He sat down on the couch first and drew you down next to him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you against him.

“This okay, Angel?”

“More than okay, Ari. It’s perfect.”

Halloween passed and then, before you all knew it, Thanksgiving arrived, with Christmas right around the corner.

“You do know I don’t really celebrate Christmas, Angel?” Ari’s chuckle was distorted slightly over his phone.

“Well, I’ll get you a Hanukkah present then, and if you want we can celebrate together. I’m not going home until Christmas Eve.” You’d been busy recently and not been able to spend as much time with him as you would have liked. You didn’t tell him, but you’d already picked out the perfect gift for him.

“Some of us are having a little thing down the resort on the 20th, in the evening. You wanna come over then?”  You didn’t know his friends as well as he knew yours, even after all this time, so you weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to remedy that. And you had to admit you’d missed him. Missed his laugh. Missed his smile. Missed the way he held you tight when you were sitting on a sofa together.

“Sounds great. 8pm okay?”

“It’s a friend-date, sweetheart. See you then!”

Mid-afternoon on the 20th and you were stressing about your outfit, because you were just friends. You were. You kept telling yourself that. But if you were just friends, why was your stomach in knots, why did you want your outfit to be perfect? A last minute phone-call to Iris solved your outfit problems. She must have realised how on edge you were feeling, because she didn’t tease you once.  You decided to go with a classic, a black, velvet A-line dress with a sweetheart neckline. Delicate gold jewellery, mid-height black heels and a sparkly black clutch completed your outfit.  You picked up the gift bag with his present inside, as you made your way out of the door and towards your Uber.  It whisked you through the city, all of the Christmas lights, lighting up the streets in differing colours. It made you smile. It was only a short drive to the resort, but the closer you got the more nervous you became, and when the car came to a halt you were on the verge of asking him to turn around. However, you forced yourself to get out and walk down the drive to the hotel reception. Ari was expecting you and you didn’t want to let him down.

As you pushed open the doors, the warmth from inside hit you and the sounds of festive music gayly assaulted your ears. Barely a step inside and he was there, lifting you up into his arms and whirling you around.

“Angel!” His smile was wide and it made your heart stutter in your chest. “I’ve missed you!”  

You laughed. “I’ve missed you too, Ari, but please put me down!”  He pouted, but you tickled him behind his ear until he started laughing and put you down before he dropped you.

“Not fair, sweetheart.”

“Definitely fair. I need every advantage I can get.”

You weren’t sure what it was, but one moment the pair of you were grinning at each other, like lunatics, the next you were aware of how close you were together. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t been this close together before, but there was something about the way his eyes were locked on yours, how his warm breath was heating your lips up, that made your heart jump up into your throat.

“Ari?” Was it a question or a plea that came out of your mouth like a sigh? You weren’t sure, but he seemed to lean closer and…

“There you two are!” You jumped apart like you’d been scalded, the pair of you whipping your heads around towards the interruption. Rachel smiled at the pair of you, her eyes alight with mischief.  “Max needs your superior height with something, Ari. He’s in the kitchen. I’ll take your Angel down to the rec room. See you in a few minutes, shoo.”  Ari shot you an apologetic look and you shook your head in amusement, before he jogged away to see what he was needed for.

Rachel turned to you before giving you a warm embrace. She then hooked your arm in hers and led you through the hotel.

“You look absolutely stunning, by the way. Ari’s going to be a mess all evening, and the other guys are gonna flirt with you, just to rile him up.”

You ducked your head, a little embarrassed.

“I’m sure it will be fine. We’re just friends. Good friends, admittedly.” You cringed as you spoke, as your words sounded false, even to your own ears.

“Do good friends always look at each other like they’re about to devour each other? That man fell for you the minute he saw you, that day on the beach. And I can tell you have feelings for him too. What’s stopping you?”

You opened your mouth to tell her about Kyle, but snapped it shut again as realisation swept through you. What was stopping you? Memories of Kyle hadn’t bothered you in months. Now, the only man who consumed your thoughts was Ari. Warmth bloomed through you, like a flower under the sun as you thought about him. All of your recent thoughts; about how you missed him, how you wanted him to be happy, how you’d be unhappy if he were to start dating a girl, they all pointed to one thing.

You loved him. You loved Ari.

The revelation stopped you in your tracks, jerking Rachel to a halt where your arms were looped together. She was startled for a moment, but one look at your face had her smiling again.

“There we go… I gotta say, it’s like watching an energy saving lightbulb finally turn on. You know it’s gonna get there in the end, you just gotta wait.”

You shook your head, and chuckled as you allowed her to continue guiding you into the hotel.  

The rec room was brightly lit when you entered. Blue streamers and balloons across the ceiling and partially lit menorahs on various flat surfaces. Your stomach rumbled when you saw the buffet, especially the large tray of rugelach; Ari had brought some round now and again, and you now had a slight obsession with the sweet treat. You were ‘umming and ahhing’ over which topping to pick for your latkes when Ari reappeared, Max in his wake. He came up beside you, hands in his pockets and nudged your shoulder with his.

“Leave some for me, Angel”, he teased.

“You snooze, you lose, Levinson.” 

Quick as a flash his hands left his pockets, he took hold of your plate and held it high up above your head.

“Hey, no fair.” You jumped to try and grab the plate, but not only were you too short, your heels hampered you. Ari grinned at you, before taking hold of one of the potato pancakes, dipping one edge in the dollop of sour cream you’d put on your plate and then shovelling the whole thing into his mouth.  You glared at him, trying not to let amusement turn up the corners of your lips.  “And to think, I was gonna share with you. Well now I’m gonna eat all these rugelach myself.”

You grabbed another plate and piled it high with the delectable twisted pastries, before sticking your tongue out at him and flouncing off towards one of the tables. You heard Ari’s deep laugh behind you, and you smiled to yourself whilst he could only see your back.  You dropped down into the chair, daintily crossed your legs and, looking him dead in the eye, took your first bite. The pastry flaked and a bit of powdered sugar clung to your lips and a riot of crunchy, sweet, and spicy exploded in your mouth as the nuts, fruit and cinnamon mingled.

“Mmm…” You let out a salacious moan, your eyes rolled up dramatically and your tongue snuck out to swipe away at the powdered sugar. When you looked back at Ari, you jumped a little when you saw that he’d moved right in front of you. The vein in his neck was throbbing, his nostrils were flared, and his eyes were dark and stormy.

“Angel…” His voice cracked as he let out his plea. He towered over you and for a heartbeat the rest of the world faded away; there was just you and Ari, gazes locked and this palpable tension vibrating between you, and then he was leaving the room by the side door, out onto the sand, in long-legged strides, leaving you sat there, staring blankly into the space he had just been occupying. The hurried clicking of heels brought you back to reality as Rachel ran up to you.

“What are you sitting there for? Go get him!” She practically dragged you to your feet and pushed you towards the door.  You stumbled in the doorway as your feet started to sink into the soft sand, so you kicked off your shoes before dashing out onto the beach. It took you a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the relative darkness outside, with all the lights behind you, but you spied an Ari shaped silhouette, sitting down by the edge of the water.  As you walked up to him, the cool sand squidging up between your toes, he turned to look up at you, his expression stricken.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I really am.” You dropped to your knees in front of him and took his face in your hands,  his beard soft as you cradled it in your palms. His hands came up and covered yours as he stared into your eyes. “I’m sorry.” He repeated the words in a whisper. “I’ll be okay in a few minutes. I just needed a moment. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You shook your head at him. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. It’s me who should be apologising. I teased you, knowing how you feel, so I’m sorry, too.” You shifted and lowered your head, so your foreheads were touching and you could feel him shuddering with pent up emotion.

“I said I would wait for you, Angel, and I will, I promise, but I need to tell you, please, let go of the old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love I am the only one for you.”

“Ari…” Your heart was pounding in your chest, your blood rushing in your ears, louder than the sounds of the waves a few feet away. You knew how he felt, but hearing him say it was something else entirely, and the words poured out of you, like a waterfall. “...I love you too.” 

Later, neither of you were able to say who moved first, but almost as soon as the words had left your lips, Ari’s own were upon them. You still cupped his face, and his hand moved to wrap around your waist, holding you as close as possible. His lips were soft, and his beard tickled your face slightly, but it was everything you’d ever imagined and more. His love spilled from him with each press of his lips and you answered with your own. You were dizzy with emotion when you opened to let him in, his warm tongue dancing with yours in the heat of your mouth. He pulled you to straddle his lap and your hands slid from his face to tangle in his long hair. 

You weren’t certain how long the pair of you stayed there, sat in the sand, kissing each other, but it came to an abrupt end when Ari pulled away from you with a shout. You drew back, kiss-drunk and confused, only to realise that the tide was coming in and had soaked his shoes. You started to laugh and Ari growled at you playfully, before rising to his feet, you in his arms, shrieking at the sudden movement. You buried your head in his neck, nuzzling into the warmth of him, as he made his way back up the beach towards the hotel, wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner.

Let go of the old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love I am the only one for you.

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[navybrat817]

Hi!

First of all: I love your fics, they're a certainty when I want to take my mind off and daydreaming.

So thanks

Anyway, I came here also to ask you an advice (I'll do shamelessly because come on, I reblog all sort of delicious filth, I shouldn't be embarrassed). I'm looking for a comfort fic but why (that's the curious part).

Every time I'm near my period my chest is like marble and suuuuuper sensitive. It's painful (not unbearable) but annoying.

I'm in desperate need of a beefy fictional man who can help me alleviate that pain 🤣.

Do you happen to read something about it? Do you want to write something? (If that inspires you and if you're free ofc)

I'm all ears.

I'll stop the rambling, thanks for your time and the amazing fics.

I appreciate the kind words, lovely! That means so much. ❤️ I have NOT written a fic with our reader dealing with her period, but I would love to one day!

Until then, @jobean12-blog has a few fics.

Not period, but chronic pain with horrible flare up by @flordeamatista .

And the amazing @buckrecs may have some comfort fics! I hope you feel better! I wish I could manifest a beefy man for you. ❤️

Lovelies, feel free to add on. I know I'm missing so many. ❤️

Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #blog love #fic recs #writer recs #feel better #manifesting a beefy man #thehumanistsdiary #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[amoreluxhq]

      welcome  to  amorelux,  AJ  WARD  &  LOGAN  RHODES  !  you  probably  get  this  a  lot  but  you  sure  look  a  lot  like  rudy  pankow  &  laura  harrier.  make  sure  to  review  your  LEASE  AGREEMENT  and  pick  up  your  keys  !  and  don’t  forget  to  send  us  your  account  within  the  next  24  HOURS.

🌦  «  rudy  pankow.  cis  male.  he/him.  25.  »  was  that  AARON-JAMES  “AJ”  WARD    walking  through  the  doors  of  amorelux  ?  i  heard  they  just  moved  in  to  apartment  603  from  LONG  BEACH  ,  CALIFORNIA  and  work  as  a  mechanic.  they  seem  conscientious  &  outgoing  but  don’t  get  on  their  bad  side  !  they  can  be  impulsive  &  sarcastic  which  makes  sense  since  they’re  an  ARIES.  you  know  they’re  home  when  you  see  a  flash  of  loud  laughter  echoing  down  the  hallway  ,  calloused  hands  from  long  days  at  work  ,  scuffed  sneakers  from  running  from  your  problems.  ↷  peach.  21.  gmt+1.  she/they.

🌦  «  laura  harrier.  cis  woman.  she/her.  30.  »  was  that  LOGAN  RHODES  walking  through  the  doors  of  amorelux  ?  i  heard  they  just  moved  in  to  apartment  1603  from  MANHATTAN  ,  NEW  YORK  and  work  as  an  owner  of  bathtub  gin  &  co.  they  seem  dedicated  &  compassionate  but  don’t  get  on  their  bad  side  !  they  can  be  stubborn  &  indecisive  which  makes  sense  since  they’re  a  SAGITTARIUS.  you  know  they’re  home  when  you  see  a  flash  of  colour  co-ordinated  notes  clipped  neatly  onto  a  clipboard  ,  ringlets  on  a  bar  table  from  condensed  drink  glasses  &  the  determined  and  telltale  click  of  heels  against  stone  floors.  ↷  peach.  21.  gmt+1.  she/they.

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[aritheghostspiderman]

I’ve been thinking about that racism stuff and it reminds me of a story.

I was young, maybe 104. Barely out of my teens. I’d ran away from home on the Capital island, because my moms were pressuring me to give up my partying ways and become a handmaiden to Lolth again. I’d ended up in some backwater tavern, probably Orcish or something, and I’d been drinking for 2-3 days straight.

“LIke..why tehy gotta ignore myy feelings like taht? I dont wanna be a handmaiden. lolth is mean. they always gotta...”

Honestly, i said a lot and it was mostly all interchangeable. Anyways, the owner apparently was getting tired of having me take up space at the bar and sent one of the cute bar boys over.

“So. Um. Like... Why don’t you want to be a hand mitten?”

“I am SHO glad you asked, huuman... i am.. a MAANNuurgh” And then I had to take a tiny break to throw up. “I askked Lolth to take my titties but shee refusessh to. said i had to earn it. ‘s not fair.”

“Right. Yeah. Uh. Not fair. But like.. It’s ok if you are a dude. You could even like... go on adventures? To places that were all over? And not here. And just be your own person. Ya know, without your moms or Loly or whatever?”

It was the first time I’d thought about leaving before. It was the best idea I’d ever heard from a human. Orc? Half-orc... Well, it really doesn’t matter.

“oh my GODSS, taht is the bess idea EVER, liddle person. yeah. I don need them, i can fin my own family tahts not mean or nashty. Tihsh ish teh star of the new ARI Zhavui-Zauviwin!”

“OH GOD, you’re related to THEM??

“i mena yeah. ‘m teh firstborn. i wash teh firstborn... but tass ALLL behin me naow. New life! startin here, with... whaas yer name pinkskin?”

And then he ran out screaming on to the beach, and I might have passed out or something. It’s not important. I will never forget you, my orc(?) friend!

But I guess if I think about racism in terms of what my family says to me... I can’t change who I am. Gender, race. They’re both something that you don’t get to pick, and it’s... not fair to hold those against people. Orks can’t help being prickly. Humans can’t help being fragile and hilariously breakable. Stormkitty can’t help having tiny pinpricks of pain when I hug her from behind.

I feel like I learned a lot today~

#ari and drusilla

[bbaronpiper]

Other side of him

I wrote another fluff/smut for you guys. it’s nothing much but I just wanted to post something out. Hope u like it thooo. some parts were @fullweaselbandithero​ ‘s idea. Thank you bb! <3

19. “God, you are so fucking cute.”

32. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

gif not mine. credits to the owner

Arón x reader

Standing in front of the mirror, your hands run from the curves of your waist to your hips, you wore a simple black strappy straight neck bodycon dress, examining yourself, quite undecided weather to wear this or the one hanging on the side of the mirror.

“Which one do you like?” you asked your boyfriend who’s about to lose his shit, growing impatient. You can tell by the way his leg bounced up and down, looking at you sternly while you get dressed. He was supposed to pick you up at 7pm to attend his friend’s party. It was now 7:15pm and you haven’t decided what to wear yet.

“Arón?” waving at him holding the spare dress on your other hand.

He hummed. Confused look plastered across his face, not a single clue on what you calling him out for.

“This one?” you pointed on the one you’re already wearing. “or this one?” you waved the dress you were holding.

He didn’t answer. He just kept on looking at you with his chin on top of his fist and his elbow rests on his knee.

You laughed a little. What is up with this idiot. “Baby, if you don’t help me choose, by the time we get to the club, all your friends would be drunk as fuck”

He then stood up and walked closer to you. his gaze never leaving you. “Try this one. Let’s see what it would look like on you” he pointed to the dress hanging on your hand.

You let out a small “okay” as you turn around to face the mirror again, hanging up the spare dress just to take off the one you’re currently wearing. Your innocence never once questioned his reasons even the looks he was giving you until you grab the hem of your dress and pull it up over your head. Exposing your black lacy underwear. You then saw Arón from the reflection on the mirror, bit his lower lip trying to stop a smile.

“You little shit!” you exclaimed as it all hit you. The silence and the looks he was giving you had a reason. You turned back around to face him and threw the dress you just took off right on his face. He wanted you to try the other dress just so he can see you naked.

He burst out laughing now. Unable to control the laughter he’s been holding the second you grabbed the hem of your dress.

“hmm. I like this better” he was still laughing but the look on his eyes gave it away. Your boy is horny. Again. He walked closer to you and pulled you to him by the waist. You were pressed against his body now. You weren’t wearing a bra and you were lying if you say the feeling of your boobs touching directly against his shirt didn’t turn you on because it definitely did specially if you can feel his cold silver chain necklace hanging around his neck against your skin.

“Umm Piper, just in case you forgot, we have a party to attend” you cleared your throat. Getting nervous as the tension built up not that you didn’t want to fuck him. You do, but you’re also dying to get some alcohol down your system. You then pushed him off of you and proceed to wear the black dress you were wearing moments ago. You liked it anyways.

“Such a tease” he murmured while smirking.

“Horny avatar!” you spat back as you finished getting dress and put on your heels. You and Aron loved teasing each other, throwing comments and insults like little kids. You didn’t mind it since you both knew your limitations when it comes to the insults.

“Take that back Y/N!” he then slapped your ass and grabbed your hand as he led you out the door. You just gasped in return at the sudden feeling of his hand colliding on your ass.

“Really? You gotta touch a fine lady on her bumbum?” giving him a sad look that’s obviously fake. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!” you continued to half rant.

Arón on the other hand, being Arón, he didn’t say a word he just chuckled. He slipped his hand on your back gliding up until your neck which by the way sent you chills all over your body, and stopped when he reached the side of your head, pushing it closer to him so he could give you a kiss on the side of your head.

“That’s all I get? Really, Arón?” Now, you really are sad. Not to sound clingy but you missed your man. You both quarantined away from each other but facetime everyday and once the quarantine is lifted, he starts going to clubs and beaches. Of course, he had asked you to come but you refused saying there’s still a virus and it isn’t safe. Arón on the other hand being the stubborn ass that he is, still went and you were never the type to restrict your boyfriend on things he wanted to do but now that he’s back, all you wanted is to spend time with him.

Just before you both reached the door, he stopped, leaned his head down to your level and gave you a kiss on the lips. It was one of his passionate kisses. He was never the one who gave little pecks. The man mastered the art of kissing like he’s making up for the time you weren’t together, a reminder that you’re his home and a promise that it’s you who he loves dearly. He pulled away smiling down on you while you smile back at him with cheeks blushing. You were so happy you skipped away to the door until the parking lot like a little school girl, his hand intertwined with yours. He laughed at the sight of this and shook his head. Probably regretting the fact that he’s dating a grown ass woman with a 10 year old child inside of her.

The second he starts to drive away, you zoomed out. You always loved car rides more than the destination itself. The feeling of sitting comfortable on the passenger’s seat while your boyfriend plays his jam and softly sing along to it gives you the happiest feeling. Not to mention your amusement every time you look out the window and enjoy the view; the streets, the people walking around and the sky. The smile you had on your face slowly disappeared as you heard Arón announced that you arrived to your destination.

You frown a little, confused. It didn’t look like a bar. You turned your head around to the driver’s seat only to see it empty. He was already walking around the car to open up the car door for you. damn this boy for making your heart flutter every time he gets the chance. You happily got out of the car and he immediately took your hand in his.

“Where are we? I thought you said-?

“Shush. You’ll see” he cut you off and shoot you a wink.  

He then led you inside the building into the elevator and pushed the button for the very top floor. Only to reveal this (see photo below)

photo not mine. got it from pinterest.

Your mouth hung open once you had a glimpse of it. On your mind, it was still his friend’s party you’re going to and not to this, leaving you confused. First of all, how can a fancy building have this garden set up in its rooftop, second, where is everybody? And lastly, Arón really did this for you? you love the boy dearly, and surely, he does love you as well but he was never the romantic type. Your dates are mostly just dinners or drinking at the bar or staying home for a long cozy night but never this.

“Close your mouth, baby I just saw a flying insect flew in.” he laughed while he touched your chin with his thumb. He then led you further and into one of the seat. “Sit” he demanded

“Asshole!” you muttered. Tears of joy starts to build up in your eyes. You felt like you were the luckiest woman ever. “You didn’t tell me you were setting me up with your friend for a romantic dinner” you joked.

He laughed loudly this time. “You’re crazy! Why would I give you away to somebody else. Huh?” He grabbed the remote on the nearby table and play the movie he chose the night before.

“So, no? Damn, I’ve been eyeing Marco for a while now” He quickly snapped his head back at you, glaring. The look on his face made you burst out laughing. It was a mix of shocked and jealousy. You can’t believe he bought what you said. “Gosh Arón, I was just kidding. I’m yours” And pecked him on the cheek which seemed to work since his facial expressions softened. “But really, No Marco tonight?”

He rolled his eyes at you “Not funny” and exhaled a little “hmpf” then pouted at you. Pouting men should be automatically kissed right? And so you did. He refused to return the kiss at first, cos you know people with Aries star signs are fucking stubborn but not for long as you tried to deepen the kiss by licking his lower lips and that’s when he finally gave in. He parted his lips slightly enough for you to insert your tongue in his mouth as his danced along with yours. His hand traveled down your thigh caressing it with his thumb. He was about to slide his hand inside your dress when you heard the elevator open and made you both pull away.

You watched as the waiters served your food along with your favorite wine. You both giggled at each other embarrassed that someone caught you during an intimate moment.

“Did you like it?” Arón asked you referring to his surprise.

“I loved it” you grin back at him “You rented the whole floor?”

“Yeah, so you wouldn’t whine about the virus. I can’t have you spraying alcohol at random people!” he said shaking his head before taking a bite on his food.

You spent the whole dinner talking about random stuff trying to catch up on each other’s lives these past few months. You love listening to Arón’s stories, your favorite part is when he’s telling you something funny and he couldn’t even finish the sentence ‘cos he’s laughing too much which cause you to laugh as well. The sound of his laughter completes your day, you love making him happy and he sure does make you happy as well.

“Did I tell you, you looked beautiful tonight?” he said while wiping the side of his mouth with a napkin. “god, you are so fucking cute.” He shot you a cheeky grin.

“Did I tell you, thank you for this” motioning around the place “and that I love you so much?” you challenged back.

“Yeah, you did. But I believed the word you used was ‘asshole’” He laughed to himself as he stood up and walked over to you side asking for your hand. “and I love you more”

“What, now?” you looked up at him, not sure what he wanted you to do.

He scrunched his face at you trying to suppress another laugh. “Y/N, has no one ever asked you to dance before?” this sassy ass will be the death of you. He wiggled his hand in front of you asking you to take it. you did. He led you to the middle of the floor, his hands on your hips and yours around his neck. You both swayed slowly, enjoying each other’s company while the cold air of the night softly blew into your skin. There’s no music playing, all you can hear is the sound of your breaths, your thumping hearts and the faint sound of the movie playing on the background. This was all new to you and it kept you wondering what has gotten into him to do something this special. You’ve been with Arón for more than a year now but you never seen this other side of him before.  

“What’s up with you? are you breaking up with me?” you blurted out of nowhere. His gestures tonight made you overthink. Is he doing this like a goodbye thing? Just to leave a good memory?

He looked down at you with eyebrows furrowed. “No, where did that come from?”

“uhh, nothin’.. it’s just.. you’ve never done something like this before. It makes me wonder” you shrugged. Your arms tightened around his neck afraid he’ll slip away.

“Exactly. That’s why I’m doing this” He gave you a reassuring smile. “’’cos I’ve never done it before.” He caress your cheek with the back of his fingers, staring deep into your eyes. “I feel like I haven’t done enough for you yet.”  He brushed the tip of his nose on your forehead first before placing a kiss on it.

Your heart was beating so fast and hard you feel like Arón can feel it through his chest too. Butterflies in your stomach are too much for you to handle. This man makes you feel so much emotions to the point that your knees get so weak and you suddenly forgot how to breathe. You stared into each other’s eyes for a while before you tip toed and reach for his lips, giving his pouty ones a kiss it deserved.

Arón pulled away after a while just to press his face at the side of your head and whispered “Let me show you how much I love you” before kissing your exposed neck, his fingers played with the strap of your dress while waiting for your answer. This simple gesture was enough to make you wet.

It took him a soft nod from you to pull down the strap from your shoulders and kissed the skin below it. your hand gripped tightly at the back of his neck as he lightly sucked the skin on your shoulder and giving it a kiss before moving to another spot and repeat the same step, earning soft moans from you.

His huge hands traveled from your hips to your ass and taps it lightly. It was a signal for you to jump onto him. You obeyed. He walked toward the nearest couch and laid you there. He kissed you in every part of your skin that’s exposed; your face, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your hands up to your legs. Arón lifted your dress up but you stopped him once the cloth reached your stomach.

“Someone might walk in on us, baby.” He nodded in understanding and let the dress sit up to your stomach before discarding your panties. Revealing your already dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me” Arón muttered at the sight. The feeling of his hand touching your thighs is enough for you to moan out his name.  you reached for his shirt’s button one by one opening it. your hand automatically went to touch his chest, your fingers tracing his sun and moon tattoo.

“Arón, baby please” he smirked knowing you’re just eager as him. Reaching for his pants button, he quickly opened it and pull his trousers down along with his boxers. He went back to hover over you pressing his lips on yours leaving wet and hard kisses.

“Arón, please.. please..” he always make you beg when making love. Fucking Aries. Always the dominant one. You tried to thrust upward to meet his rock hard dick but he moved slightly away from you.

“Not yet baby” he said in between kisses. You of course didn’t like this and whined. Once he heard this. He covered your mouth and quickly slammed into you making you scream. Thankfully, Arón’s hand was on your mouth making the sounds muffled. He didn’t move an inch until you moaned. It was his way of knowing that you had adjusted on his size already.

He started slow movements, pushing in and out of you gently making you both moan in unison. Arón was now thrusting at a steady pace. You loved it. it’s been a while since he fucked you like this. It was always hard sex or the needy sex. Soft Arón  turned you even more than the wild version of him. He thrusts into you a few more times before sitting up. He was still inside you when he snuck his arms under your back pulling you into sitting position in a swift. The sudden movements made you moan out loud as he shot a cocky smile towards you.

His smile was replaced with an O shape and pulled his head back, grunting as he felt you clenched around him. “Ride me Y/N”

You did as you were told. You moved up and down on him slowly like he did to you. his name rolled out of your tongue over and over again getting louder in every thrust. He pulled down your dress a bit further to reveal your right boob. He then wasted no time and put it in his mouth. Nipping and sucking on it. while his other hand reached to grab your left boob. You felt your orgasm building up. Arón must’ve felt it too ‘cos your thrust are getting sloppy.

He stopped what he was doing and left you a wet kiss on your lips. “I’ve got you baby” he then lied you back down on the couch again. He positioned himself and pushed your legs wider apart before gripping on your waist and start pounding into you. hard and fast. You held tightly on his forearms like your life depended on it. your moans turned into screams not once caring if someone heard you.

“I’m so close, Arón” you reached for your clit and starts rubbing it in circles. Arón saw this and slaps your hand away, taking over for you so you can go back to gripping on his arm.

“That’s it baby, come for me” Arón grunts and pursed his lips together. Quickening his pace. The sight of him with little beads of sweat forming in his forehead, grunting and moaning your name drove you straight to orgasm. You came. Arón not long after you. screaming each other’s name.

He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His head laid on your chest as you both catch breaths. Both of your chest heaving. You rest your chin on top of his head, your hand running softly against his hair just above his neck. Enjoying the view. It was nice to make love under the night sky with the boy you love with all your heart.

“Let’s go home, princesa. Let me fuck you properly.”

Ohhh and the night is not yet over.

“so, more surprises for me huh?”

#aron piper imagines #aron piper #aron fanfiction #aron piper x reader #aron x you #aronsmut #aronfluff #aron piper oneshot

[chuckbass-love]

The Owner | Ari Levinson

Summary: In which the reader has a crush on The Red Sea Diving Resort manager Guy/Ari

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

I address him as Guy in this since that’s what the hotel guests know him as.

Warning: SMUT. 18+

I was inspired to write some Ari smut by @shellbilee​ after reading After All This Time and Three Days. So thank you for the inspo and love your writing.

GIF NOT MINE. credit goes to @sheisraging as it states underneath the gif that this account made it! Full credit to them.

You feel the throbbing headache still very much present in your head as you awaken, you’d hoped it would have disappeared after some sleep but clearly not. You slowly open your eyes and look around, squinting at the bright view of the sun shining into your hotel room. Another day of adventure awaits at The Red Sea Diving Resort. You pull the covers off of your naked body and force yourself out of bed, onto your feet. Shower time.

Once showered, you start to change. Deciding on just a bikini for today, sunbathing is all you’ll be doing. You head out, making your way to reception to grab some breakfast before you properly begin your day and as you reach reception, there he is. The owner. Guy.

You take your seat and sip at your coffee, trying not to stare at the man before you. It’s a struggle to say the least. He’s tall, muscly and looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods. His shaggy brown hair is slicked back and wet, he must have been diving with some of the guests recently. 

You start getting lost in your thoughts, thinking of all the things you’d want to do to him and the things you’d want him to do to you but it’ll never happen. A girl can dream right? You take another sip of your coffee, trying to pull your lustful eyes away from his physique. 

Just as you go to look away, his eyes meet yours. They are blue with a hint of green, perfect just like him. He flashes you a shy smile before looking away to talk to his colleagues. 

You’ve been staying here for three days so far, since being here you’ve noticed the ladies fawning upon him whenever they see him. You can’t say that you blame them but you prefer to admire him from afar. Rarely talking to him. You’re too nervous around guys. You don’t do too well with the whole flirting fiasco. Not your scene whatsoever. You finish eating and get up from your spot, making your way out to the beach for some much needed tanning time.

You set up a pretty decent spot on the sand, laying your towel down and getting out your earphones for some musical entertainment. This is heaven.

You feel a sudden splash of what feels like ice cold water drip onto your torso, your eyes flicker open to see him. Stood over you, in his wet suit. You take your earphones out and prop yourself up onto your elbows. “Hi” he greets “Y/N is it?” a huge grin plastered across his face. “Hi and yes it is” you give a small smile, not wanting to look keen. “The next diving tour is in ten minutes if you wanna join” you shrug, sitting up properly “It’s a pretty irresistible offer but i’m afraid i’m enjoying this sun too much” a sad look washes over him and then you see his eyes widen, what is he looking at?.

“You’ve um, your bikini top seems-” you look down, immediately noticing that your nipple was poking out of your bikini top. So embarrassing. “Omg, i’m so sorry” you chuckle in hopes that he’d see the funny side. “It’s no worries, not a bad view actually” he smirks as he stands up and heads over to the group of divers. Did he really just say that? Your stomach starts to flutter with butterflies and the need to have him. Guess you’ll see what happens.

You start packing up your bag and head back to your room for some chill time before dinner. Once you reach the door you notice Guy in the distance, he’s just coming back from the dive. His wetsuit zip is halfway down his torso, showing off his muscly hairy chest. Making you just want to dive onto him and kiss him. But you don’t have the guts. Instead you just stare in admiration and head into the room. You slip the bikini off of your body and head to the shower so you can freshen up. Once out you decide on a simple white sundress for dinner and some matching flats. It’s only dinner, no need to make a lot of effort.

You stroll into the reception area, by the tables, noticing Guy isn’t here. Everyone is but him. You wonder why. You continue with your evening, eating and laughing with the other guests. You’ve made friends with pretty much all of them, which is nice. When travelling alone it’s nice to make friends along the way. Just as you’re about to give up hope that you’ll see him tonight, he walks through the front doors, panting. 

“I’ll tell you what, i love the long route they have here, it’s great for a late night run” he starts gulping down some water as the other staff members laugh at his sweaty state. He turns round to check the guests out and his eyes fix on you. He shoots you a quick smile and a wink, making your cheeks heat up. 

You go back to the book that you bought down to read in between courses. You hear a chair slide across the ground, you look up to find him sat in front of you. “So how come a beautiful woman like yourself is on holiday alone?” you bite your bottom lip “Well it was booked for me and my ex boyfriend but i found him in bed with my best friend. So i decided i needed some me time” you explain, he looks at you with a sad look in his blue eyes. “I’m sorry to hear that, you didn’t deserve that” you nod in agreement and wave the whole subject off. If you’re finally able to have a full conversation with this man you don’t want it to be centred around your scumbag ex.

“What you reading?” he asks and you hold up the book before placing the bookmark in it and laying it on the table. “Catcher In The Rye, nice choice” you both just sit there for a few minutes, talking away and noticing how the other guests are starting to leave. 

“I best get back to my room anyways” you stand up, picking the book up and walking past him but you feel a hand grab a hold of your wrist “You don’t have to go you know” he pleads, you look back to see him staring at you with those eyes, almost like he’s looking into your soul. “Well i suppose another drink won’t hurt eh?” he shoots up, pulling you along to the bar. You both sit on it as you sip your drinks. He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up as it sits in his mouth, god that mouth of his. Unholy thoughts come to your mind. 

You continue to talk about everything. From past relationships to books and even sex. Yes sex. You both share awkward sex stories. “I might have only had one serious relationship but i’ve had my fair share of awkward tales from the bedroom” you giggle after telling him the story of that one time during a one night stand that you’d had sex with this guy and afterwards he asked you to urinate on him and in his mouth. “Now i don’t discriminate but i think that’s more something you reveal about yourself with someone you plan to date, not a one night stand” he throws his head back in laughter, trying to stop himself from making too much noise, being that everyone has gone to bed. 

“I’m sorry but that is hilarious. Did you do it?” you shake your head aggressively. “I refused. Made out like i didn’t need to go to the bathroom, i was desperate to go but had to hold it in until i got home” he laughs even more, placing a hand on your leg. “How about you then?” you raise your eyebrows “got any mortifying experiences you’d care to share?” he starts to think, looking around the room.

“Ah there was that one time a girl tried to fuck me in the ass. Which you know, don’t get me wrong people like what they like but i’m not into that so i refused completely. She kicked me out after though” wow “Oh god” you say in shock “Yeah i was butt naked in the street, she didn’t give me the chance to get changed so i had to dress myself on her door step” now that would be a sight for sore eyes. “Poor neighbours” you chuckle, he nudges you slightly making you apologise sarcastically. “I’ll have you know my body is breath taking and as for my dick, that’s even more of a sight” you don’t doubt that for a second. “I bet” you say in a ‘sure’ tone. Earning yourself a glare from him.

“Gee thanks, you’re not so bad yourself by the way” you look into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. “About that, i’m so embarrassed about that incident earlier” you cover your face with your hand, hiding the embarrassment. He pulls it away “Don’t apologise, to be honest. If it were only me on the beach then i wouldn’t have mentioned it. But i didn’t like the thought of other men ogling you” what does he mean by that? You furrow your brows, in confusion at his remark.

“All i’ve been able to think about since you arrived is kissing you and since i saw you on the beach earlier, in that very small bikini, your perfect nipples poking out. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have my way with you” shit. Is this about to happen? “I can’t say i haven’t felt it too” he’s in shock “Really?” you thought you’d made it painfully obvious. “You haven’t noticed me looking at you?” he tries to shrug but you can see he’s thinking about it.

“I mean looking back, i can see it now yeah” is he going to kiss you or are you gonna have to make the first move. And with that thought his lips come crashing onto yours, his body moving closer, closing the space between the two of you. He runs his fingers through his hair and then cups your face with both hands, deepening the kiss. He pulls away from you, your breaths are heavy. He jumps off of the bar, standing in front of you with hunger and lust in his eyes and a playful grin forming onto his perfect lips.

“Are you okay with this?” you nod your head and he picks you up off of the bar, your legs wrapping around him and he walks you both back to your room. Once inside, he wastes no time. Undressing himself and then you. Saving the best part until last, your panties. He slowly slides them down your legs, kissing as he goes along. They drop to the floor and you step out of them, leaving you naked at his disposal. “Such a sexy body Y/N” he mumbles, his speech distorted by his face being buried in your skin. Kissing every inch of you before laying you on the bed. 

He takes his boxers off to reveal his huge erection. SHIT. You gulp at the sight and thought of that going inside of you “Don’t worry baby, i’ll stretch you out nicely” he hovers over you, his arms either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you. He lifts your legs up and his body shuffles down the bed and towards your soaked pussy. You know what’s about to happen and you can tell he’s taking his time, teasing you. “Fuck” you moan out as he licks from your wet state to your clit, his beard scratching slightly. “Ugh baby, just like that” you tug at his long brown locks, a bit too roughly but you can’t help it. This feels incredible. You try to not scream as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

No man has ever had these tongue skills before and it’s taking you by surprise. Your hands, balling the sheets beneath you into a fist as the pleasure continues. “You like that baby? like it when i suck on your clit like this” he groans, doing it once again. “Please” is all you are able to get out “Please what” you roll your eyes into the back of your head and your back starts to arch, you can feel your forthcoming orgasm getting closer and closer. “Please, i’m gonna cum, don’t stop” the noises he’s making, bringing you closer. Slurping and sucking like a man starved, like he’s not eaten for days. “Cum on my tongue baby, come on Y/N” he encourages and that’s all you need to send you over the edge. Into a euphoric state. Seeing stars. WOW.

Your chest is heaving, you try to slow your breathing but it’s no use. He crawls back up your body, giggling at your reaction. “I would ask how that was but i think i have my answer right here” you slap his chest playfully. He leans down to kiss you, biting your lip to ask for entrance to which you gladly accept. He slides it in, beginning a battle for dominance with yours and of course he wins. You can taste yourself on him, making your clit twitch at the arousal he gives you.

He starts pumping himself a couple of times before resting his tip at your entrance, he peppers kisses from your lips to your neck before looking back to your eyes. “Stop teasing alrea- OMG” you immediately scream out as he slams into you. Not caring who hears at this point. “Such a tight cunt” he grunts “Oh fuck baby, don’t stop” he sits up, lifting your legs and resting them onto his shoulders, still ramming into you as he holds your ankles. “You’re taking this cock so well baby” your eyes roll back once again and all that comes out of your mouth are incomprehensible murmurs. He’s incredible, doing you like he’s known your body for years. 

You can’t hold it much longer, your second orgasm nearing. “That’s it, clench that pretty pussy around this cock Y/N. Cum all over me” his words are your weakness. Seeing his face as he fucks you and hearing his words fall off his beautiful lips. You can feel it inside of you, getting closer. “Fuck that’s it” he whispers, continuing to thrust in and out, showing no signs of slowing down. “Cum for me baby” seconds later, you tighten around him, your clit throbbing as he rubs at it quickly. “Good girl” he smiles down at you. “Such a pretty sight seeing you cum on my cock” you bite your lip as he lowers your legs, pulling out of your. He flips you both around so he’s lying on the bed.

You flick your hair to the side as you kneel in between his legs. You arch your back, making sure your ass is in the air, for his purpose only. “Shit” his eyes roll back as you lick the tip before taking all of him. He bottoms out in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Is my cock too much for you sweetheart?” he grabs a fistful of your hair in his hands. Holding it out of your face. You look him in the eyes as you bob your head up and down on his big length, you can tell you’re doing a good job because he’s struggling to get his words out. “Keep going baby” he starts bucking his hips up into your mouth, fucking it. “Taking all of this cock in that tiny mouth of yours. Such a good girl” you continue to let him thrust into your mouth, making you gag once again. “I’m gonna cum baby” and with that, his cock twitches in your mouth, followed by his warm liquid filling you. You take your mouth off of him, swallowing all of his juices and earning a groan from him. “Swallowing all of me like a good little girl” you flash him a seductive smile and he pulls you down next to him,

You rest your head on his chest “That was certainly worth the wait” he pants “It was” you have no complaints. All of those hours spent thinking about how it would feel to have him between your legs and in your bed. Fucking you good. He definitely lived up to your expectations. “We are definitely making this a regular thing” you’re shocked. You expected him to just fuck and be over you. “That pussy is way too good to only have once” your cheeks heat up slightly but you can’t say you’re not ecstatic.

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[flordeamatista]

𝘓𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

pairing: Beach Bar Owner!Ari Levison x curvy!Reader (any body type)

concept: Heaven is where he'll take you to

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: one-night stand, poetic smut but a little of plot, unprotected sex, riding the soul out of Ari, spanking, vaginal sex, orgasms because Ari is a god of sex, size kink, body worshiping, nicknames ( princess)

a/n: Here is the first peek of my beach bar owner!Ari AU This was supposed to be a small drabble of their first one-night stand before the first few fics but here we are.

Beta'd by @jobean12-blog and @purpleshallot

line divider by @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

Touch my body and I will be his, if he comes close to me and whispers the secret of us

Attempting to distract oneself from world problems. It was your intention to find peace here in this small European town. The beefy man catches your eye, and you choose to have a taste of desire.  He has forearm veins that are pure fantasy. The new chapter in life demands fantasy. Imagine the possibility of him grabbing your thighs. 

You can taste his lips when you take a puff of his cigarette. Lips looking so ready to speak in their own tongue on your body, so willing to reveal the secrets of his body.

He glances at you delicately through those fluttering eyelashes, but his body is robbing all other men this night of their right to be with you or any night after tonight.

He literally yanks you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him. His manhood is aligned with your dripping sex. While your hips buck, you whimper with the exhilaration of being so turned on. Grabbing your hips, he pushes you down onto him before thrusting himself forward, impaling your pussy on his thick cock. A pleasant sensation is felt throughout your body, and you savor it. 

A squeal of pleasure comes from you when he enters deeply into your pussy. When he reaches the tip of it, you groan.

When he uses his grip on your hips to push you down at the desired rate, he doesn't give you time to adjust to the invasion. The movement of his hips helps him push you faster. 

He met the shore of my hips like a tide flowing in and out, back and forth

Feeling the sensation of his cock inside of you, you begin to moan and rock your hips to the beat. Almost like your heart is thumping in rhythm with his. His dick touches the inner walls of your body in various directions as you rock and gyrate. 

Your only concern was the full sensation of his heat. In the presence of him, he groaned and gasped, whispered, and screamed dirty nicknames in the room, and you had never felt more beautiful. While pulling your hair over your head, you felt the deepest sense of sexual pleasure that you'd had in months.

Heaven is what he'll take you to.

The solid, muscular body of this man cannot be ignored as you moan and embrace it. All your emotions, which have been bottled up for so long, can now be let free on this vessel. Suddenly, your whole life is swept away by the waves, and you feel an intense rush of lust consuming your body

The noise he made spurred you on to ask, "Do I feel good, am I making your cock feel good?".

 "Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours." He smacks your ass with one hand, grasps a cheek, and squeezes it tightly.

In response to the sharp sting and then his rough squeeze, you feel the tears and cry out.

 Your hips begin to move faster. You are planning to ride this man until dawn.

"Fuck me good, Princess," He whispers, spurring you on. 

Increasing your speed, you rock and sway your hips, setting a fast pace that thunders over him. It fills the air with the scent of your lust as you are riding him so fiercely. 

A fire you thought was extinguished has risen again, setting the butterflies aflutter.

Your muscles are being strengthened by this muscular man, and you are establishing yourself. He opens doors you wouldn't have thought to look through.

You ride him so intensely that the bed begins to shake slightly, the headboard slamming against the wall. The way he talks dirty to you makes you love every word, every measure of his hot mouth.

The more you grind him down, the more he grunts with pleasure. 

The fingertips of his hands trace the contours of your breasts as they encircle them. When he pulls on your nipples, your back arches, forcing your tits even deeper into his palms. While groaning, he holds your nipples between his thumb and index finger and your teeth dig into your bottom lip as your fingers firmly press on his forearms.

With every stroke, the man's appeal changes. With every stroke, the beefy man feels the nails on your back and it's an incredible feeling. It's like someone is stirring up some magic. 

A squeal of surprise escaped your lips as he moved swiftly and maneuvered the two of you onto the bed flat on your back. Even as you continue to make deep thrusts without even pulling himself away from you once.

You have never met a man like this, not even a man but a god. You are sleeping with the god of pleasure. He’s using you as his toy and you are taking it with every pleasure you can. This is the night you can be alive.  

A mind-blowing kiss occurs as he moves his hips and locks his lips onto yours. Whimpering softly, you allow him to drive himself deeply into you with long, fluid strokes.

You don't hesitate to swallow lust if you kiss me this way.

He breaks the kiss by pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders, leaving you panting for air, and then resumes kissing you, digging further into your core. He smirks knowingly in your direction, his sapphire eyes glazed over with lust and longing. 

He knows you're about to hit your peak. He continues at it, moving his hips to pound you deeply from different angles. 

A thin coating of sweat has accumulated on his body, which you can see when you look up at him. You can hear his rapid breathing as he dives in and out of your center. You moan with pleasure, absorbed in the here and now. 

You gasp as you feel him strike your tender regions with each push. Your eyes flutter shut as you sense yourself rising steadily and your body beginning to stiffen up. A growing sensation in your abdomen increases with every wave and stroke he makes.

Your eyes glisten, as your ears hear the sounds of passion.

He stared at you, with intense blue eyes, for the first time: no one had ever looked at you in such a way, as if you were an integral part of his soul. 

As you finally realized you had made the right choice, you obstructed the view.

A few hours later, Ari woke up cold. Eventually, he was unable to feel the body that lay against him. Taking out a hand, he rubbed it over the area where you had been sleeping and looked up to find your earring. His spirits are revived. 

The desire in your body for him might even border on madness.

The thought of not being able to touch him whenever you wanted would make your heart fall into the fiery pits of hell. However, at the same time, it's as if you'll never get to experience it again. In one night, you gave it all to that man.

Now you are settling down in this newly discovered town, wishing once more that you could sin again in lust with him. 

Sipping your coffee, all you could think about was his lust for you and the marks on your body. There was a tingling sensation on your lips, not from the coffee, but from the mysterious man out on the water.

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[wiypt-writes]

Leave No One Behind

Ch2- The Red Sea Diving Resort : Part 2 Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Just a reminder- episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Allusions to death and serious injury.

Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 1

Later that night Ari headed out to meet Kabede who took him to the refugee camp. It was dirty, crowded, there was hardly any food…and then there was the woman. She’d shouted at both Ari and Kabede for bringing her to the camp exclaiming that her father had died, her husband was missing and her son was sick. Ari left feeling like shit, determined to do what he could, as soon as he could.

By the time he arrived back at the resort it was already dawn. As he parked the jeep he spotted Hannah walking down the sand towards the main part of the resort dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top. He gave her a shout and she stopped and turned to face him, her hand shielding her eyes from the rising sun.

“You’re up early.” he smiled at her.

“None of us have been to bed.” she shrugged “We had too much to do, making the place habitable. We’ve figured out what each of the staff do…oh, and we also now have functioning showers. Max and Sammy got the hot water running.” she smirked slightly, nodding at him “You should take one…”

“Do I smell that bad?” he teased.

“Not considering you’ve been in those clothes for like, what? 48 hours?”

“Fuck knows.” he shrugged.

“How did it go?”

Ari took a sigh, his hands dropping to his hips “Honestly? It was horrible. There’s hundreds of them crowded in there Han. They’re sick and…”He ran a hand over his face as Hannah waited for him to continue “There was one woman there, she was crying, saying she’d left her home for nothing and she’d lost her husband and…”

“Well I know how she feels.” Hannah said softly as her hand moved to her neck involuntarily, and Ari saw her eyes flutter shut when she realised her necklace wasn’t there. She’d left it at home, for the same reason his Star of David chain was on his bedside table in his apartment- they were too obvious, invited too many questions, pointed to a part of their real lives and they couldn’t afford anything at all to do so.

“Firefly…you know, if I could change anything, about what happened…”

“But you can’t Ari.” she said softly before she took a deep breath “Andy knew the risks, we both did…” and just like that the walls were back up, and her face had recovered. “Come on, we should get some breakfast and then you can fill everyone in properly.”

With that she reached out to gently touch his arm before she headed off towards the hotel.

Ari watched her go. He hadn't reacted to her soft touch, not even a smile back or even a squeeze of her hand. The skin on his arm was burning where she had placed her hand but he was frozen on the spot consumed by guilt. Guilt about what he had just witnessed a few hours prior and guilt about what he was sure Hannah was feeling thanks to his desire to bring up Andy, once again, to purge his guilt. Fucking asshole, Levinson.

She reached the spot by the tables at the back of the resort where Max was stood having breakfast. He watched the rising sun glowing on her shoulders' skin, her hair blowing due to the sea breeze. Again, fucking asshole, Levinson.

"You ok, Cracker?" Max asked Hannah when she reached him by the back of the building.  He was concerned about the sad smile on her face.

"Yup." She answered and in a flash Max saw that sad simile turn into a wicked grin. But before he could ask what it was about, Hannah had stolen the toast that was in his hand and entered the building.

"Thank you for breakfast, Maltese Falcon." she quipped.

Max stood there, looking at her and then at his empty hand before sighing and following her back in. What was with these lot and fucking up his meals? 

Ari chuckled lightly as he watched the scene. That was the Hannah he had met all those years ago, the annoying but lively little sister. Firefly. He ran his hands through his hair before stretching a bit and heading back to the main building to freshen up and give instructions to the team.

Half an hour later they all had finished breakfast and the local staff were busy doing their assigned chores. Rachel had explained she had been talking to them and had instructed them to resume the usual jobs each one of them had been doing when the previous owners ran the resort. She had made a list with the names of the staff along with their designated tasks, and had asked them to address to her for any doubt or question, as she was the general manager of the hotel. 

When Ari made sure none of the staff were within earshot, he started to explain the situation the refugees he had visited the previous night with Kabede were in.

"It’s worse than we thought. We have to do something as soon as possible." Ari said and stopped as he could hear a pair of men from the staff speaking in Sudanese.

"It's too dangerous to speak here." Hannah said looking over her shoulder to where the voices came from.

"They are just discussing who cleans the kitchen floor." Rachel offered.

"Still. We need to come up with a way to speak more privately." Ari added.

"We could do it on the beach...." Sam started.

"Wait. The boats! We could tell the staff we're looking for diving spots, testing the waters." Jake cut in.

"Great idea, Jake. Let's go for it." Ari grinned.

"Have we unpacked the wetsuits yet?" Max asked looking at Hannah and she shook her head.

"We don't need them. We arrived only yesterday and we want to explore the surroundings there's nothing odd about that." Ari conceded.

They hopped on one of the boats and Jake steered it a few hundred yards off the shore where he cut the engine and allowed the soft waves and current to simply hold them in place as Ari began telling the group about his trip to the camp and his thoughts on their first run.

“Friday's holy to Muslims, so we'll have less military on the street.” Ari nodded as he took off his jacket. The sun was already blazing hot and he could feel it on his arms as he folded the jacket, dropping it to the floor of the boat. “We need a dark night, darkest Friday of the month”

“When is that?” Max asked.

“In two weeks.” Rachel answered him.

“Two weeks. Two weeks it is, then.”  Ari nodded. “Kabede's going to get two trucks from the locals, something inconspicuous that we can park out front of the hotel.” he said, pointing out of the boat back to the shore.

“We should do a dry run.” Sam said, “Familiarize ourselves with the terrain.”

“Jake, we gotta make sure the Navy's on time.” Ari looked at the man.

“What if they can't be?” Jake asked.

“I don’t care, tell them they don't have a choice.” Ari said, an air of urgency in his voice as he shrugged.

“I said, we should do a dry run.” Sam spoke again and Hannah looked at him, taking a deep breath as once more Ari ignored her bother.  

“Max, you and Rachel go with Kabede to get the trucks.” he instructed and Sammy gave a sarcastic scoff of laughter.

“Guess we're not doing a dry run.”

“They're dying, Sammy.” Ari said softly, and everyone turned to face him.  “They're sick, and they're starving. And we're not gonna sit here and enjoy Aziz's fucking cooking, working on our suntan while they're out there suffering, not if we can do something about it.” Max glanced at Hannah who was looking at her feet, before he sat up and cracked his neck. She winced and looked at him.

“I fucking hate it when you do that, you jerk.” she glared, reaching over to shove him. It wasn’t a particularly harsh push in his chest, but it threw him off balance enough to make him wobble backwards, almost sending him over the side of the boat.

“Easy Cracker!” he said, as the rest of the team gave a soft chuckle, the tension of the moment relived slightly as he pointed at her “Just so you know, I go in, you’re coming with me.”

She snorted and looked around, and Ari smiled as Max took a deep breath.

“Sam?” Ari looked at his friend who simply shrugged

“Better start making arrangements.” he replied, raising his eyebrows.

***** Over the next two weeks, in between the preparation they were making for the Mission, the team spent their time ensuring the Resort was cleaned up as much as possible, so that it at least looked passable from the outside. The days consisted of breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, drinks, work, bed. They’d done a supply run, stocked up the bar and collected the first supply box that had been shipped out from Ethan which to Hannah and Rachel’s’ delight contained a number of LPs which the girls spent a lot of time listening and dancing to.

The mood was largely light, growing serious when they were planning the mission in depth but overall it was happy, despite the few disagreements Ari and Sammy had over a few minor points. But then, one Wednesday morning drew round, and the mood was noticeably much more sombre. For good reason.

“You ok?” Max asked as Hannah reached into the middle of the table for the coffee pot. She nodded and made herself a drink before she simply turned made to walk away.

“Red?” Jake looked at her, but she ignored him and headed away from the table.

Max watched her go before he turned back to the table. He shared a glance with Ari who was watching Hannah’s back, before he turned his blue eyes to the table, his head bowed slightly.

“What am I missing?” Jake frowned.

“It’s 4 years today since her husband died.” Sammy said gently, looking at Jake.

“Oh, shit.” Jake said with a sigh “Sorry man.”

Sammy waved his apology off and watched Hannah out of the corner of his eye.

"How did it happen? I mean I know you were all on a mission but..." Jake inquired out of curiosity but in an attempt to not hurt anyone with out of place comments or questions as well.

"Jake." Max warned but Ari cut him off, his eyes fixed on the table.

"No, it's all right." he shook his head slightly.

"Ari you don't ..." Sam began to say.

"No, it's not necessary, Ari." Max added looking at Sam and then Ari whose eyes were still fixed on the table avoiding anyone's gaze.

"Sorry, I didn't want to..." Jake frowned as he glanced at Ari who shifted in his seat.

“Ari, are you ok?” Rachel asked him, frowning slightly.

"I'm alive. He isn't. So yeah, I should be ok." Ari replied still not looking at any of his team mates

"What do you mean?" Rachel spoke again, her tone cautious.

"He pushed me out of the way.” Ari spoke slowly “We were ambushed. Most of the team managed to get to a safe place, but Andy and I were stranded. He wouldn’t leave me, because ‘We leave no one behind’ he said. Then there were shots. They were shooting in the dark and a bullet impacted on a rock behind us and ricocheted"

Ari’s voice was steady like he was explaining a story someone had told him hundreds of times. He lifted his head before continuing and everyone could see his eyes watering.

"He pushed me out of the way and took a bullet that was meant for me, straight in the chest." he said looking at Jake.

"Fuck" Jake muttered.

"Fuck indeed" Ari conceded.

Sam and Max looked at each other and sighed. Rachel was unable to take her eyes from the table surface, struggling for something comforting to say and Jake lit a cigarette as he scratched the back of his neck. 

There was a moment’s silence before Ari suddenly stood up and strode swiftly away from the chair.

“Ari…” Max also stood, as if to stop him but Sammy gently grabbed his arm.

“Let him go.” Sammy said.

Max took a deep breath and dropped back into his seat.

********

Ari approached Hannah where she was sat on a large rock cluster at the far end of the beach just before it curved round the shore. But before he could open his mouth she spoke.

"I'm fine, Ari. I just needed to be alone" Hannah said startling him.

"How did you..." he asked.

"I can recognize your smell. Ok, erm, that sounded weird. What I mean is I can recognize the smell of the tobacco you smoke. It's different from Sammy's or Jake's." She explained without looking back at him.

Ari chuckled softly and asked for permission to sit her. "May I?"

She turned her head and looked at him, nodding. Her eyes met his for a few seconds before she turned her gaze back to the sea. 

“I’m sorry.” he spoke softly, “I really am…”

“Yeah, you keep saying, Ari.” she said with a sigh, “But there’s no need. I don’t blame you, you know.” She turned to look at him.

“I was convinced you did.” he said gently, the pair of them staring out at the sun bouncing off the blue water. “That’s why I never reached out to you. Shitty excuse I know but…”

“Would you?” she asked, turning to face him. “Blame me I mean, if it was the other way round and Sarah had died. Would you blame me?”

“How would I know? She left me.” Ari sighed.

“I know. Sammy told me… But still, you know what the answer would be…” Hannah looked at him. “And yeah, for a long time I was angry.” she conceded “Maybe at you too at first, but mostly at him for having to be the hero…but, that’s what you do isn’t it? When you’re out there and you have a split second to make a decision that you think is going to work out…”

Ari didn’t reply, because she was right. He wouldn’t blame her. Knowing what it was like in the field, as a team it was just what you did. You took risks, you watched each other’s 6. You were prepared to make the sacrifice play. With a sad smile he shook his head, looking down at his hands.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t” he said, looking back up over the ocean. “Guess you can still read me like a damned book Firefly.”

She scoffed “I’ve never been able to read you Ari, I thought I could but…”

Ari took that for what it was, a direct stinging barb about him breaking off their relationship, or fling, whatever the hell you could call it. And he deserved it. He had never given her an explanation.

“Andy was a great guy…” Ari cleared his throat. “I’m glad you found each other and got married. You deserved one another.”

“Just wasn’t meant to be huh?” Hannah sighed. “Ironically he’s been dead now longer than we were together…” She fell silent for a moment before she let out a snort “You know, about 6 months ago I went on a date. Just a guy I know from around…”

Ari felt his heart skip a beat. He had taken for granted Hannah would still be grieving and wouldn't be interested in dating. But then again, what did he know? It was over four years now since he had last held a proper conversation with her. She had obviously tried to move on and she had the right to do so. Only he wasn't sure as to why the thought of her going on a date with someone other than Andy made him sick to his stomach. Nevertheless, he smiled and looked at her “Yeah?”

She nodded “I wasn’t gonna but both Mama and Sammy told me I should, that I needed to get out and meet people…” “They’re right.” Ari said, smiling softly.

“Well I wish I hadn’t bothered.” she looked at him “It was a disaster, nothing in common…and he ate his lasagne with a fucking spoon, who does that?”

Ari laughed loudly at the look of disgust on her face “Maya, and she’s 7.”

“Exactly.” Hannah smiled, “and then to top it all off Andy’s sister saw me. I didn’t realise that until the next morning when his mother turned up at the surgery and unleashed absolute hell, calling me every name under the sun.”

“Seriously?” Ari frowned.

Hannah nodded “Mama nearly slapped her.”

“Han, that’s…that’s not fair.” Ari shook his head “They can’t expect you to live your life alone in mourning.”

“Well they clearly do…”

“Then they’re fucking idiots…” he said fiercely “You’re not even 30 yet. Andy…well, he would want you to live your life, be happy.” “Yeah I know.” she said, before she gave a soft laugh “You know, we used to play that game in bed at night. You know the one, the whole would you move on if I died…question. Andy told me he’d run off with a Bond Girl…so I replied that if Simon Le Bon came knocking I’d be off like a shot…”

Ari gave a snort.

“And then it got serious, and he told me…” she took a dep breath, swallowing as the lump formed in her throat “He told me that if it came to it, my heart was more than big enough to love someone else but still remember him.”

Ari glanced at her and sighed as he saw the tears trickling down her face. Automatically he reached out, his arm wrapping over her shoulders. For a moment she tensed, and Ari thought she was going to push him away but she didn’t. Instead she leaned into him slightly, her head resting on his shoulder.

“I never thought I’d find myself actually having to answer it for real.” she said, her voice broken. “Not so soon after us getting married anyway…”

Ari felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. She had said didn’t hold him responsible but still, hearing her broken voice as she spoke of Andy made him feel beyond remorseful because the simple fact remained that he was to blame for tearing her life with Andy apart, no matter how much of an accident the whole situation had been.

Eventually she sat up slightly, his arm still round her as she wiped at her face. “Sorry.”

“What for?”

“This…” she gestured to her face and Ari shook his head.

“Don’t…” he said softly “There’s no need to apologise.” he gave her shoulders a squeeze and then he had a sudden idea. “You know, seeing as it’s the first time we’ve all been together in years we should do something tonight, celebrate him a little.  A few drinks, camp fire…” “Yeah.” she smiled at him. “I’d like that.”

“Well then that’s settled.” he smiled, as his stomach gave a huge growl.

Hannah looked at him, and raised an eyebrow “El Lobo Hambriento huh.”

Ari couldn't help but smile at the use of her old nickname for him. He believed her when she had said she didn't blame him and he took her calling him The Hungry Wolf  for what it was, an olive branch of sorts. The line drawn in the sand. But he also didn’t miss the change of pronoun. She had avoided using My instead switching to The. He was once Mi Lobo Hambriento…but that was another story.

For now, the mere fact she’d called it him in any way was music to his ears. His hopes of being able to rekindle whatever friendship they both may have had once were a damned site higher than they had been. So, he let out a loud laugh and gave a sheepish grin.

“It’s been a long time since you called me that.”

She looked at him and gave him a little smile “Well, somethings never change huh?”

He held her gaze for a second before he gave a little sigh and stood up “Well, not wanting to ruin my reputation, I gotta eat…”

He offered her his hand and she took it and he pulled her to her feet. Dropping his hands back into his pockets he walked alongside her back towards the outdoor area where everyone else was sat eating.

“So I take it that it’s safe to assume, seeing as you never left, that Duran Duran’s lead Singer never showed up on your doorstep?” Ari teased and she laughed, genuinely before she looked at him.

“No.”

“His loss.” Ari said, shrugging and she smiled at him again, a genuine smile that warmed the very depth of his soul.

******

The day of the first mission rolled round, and Ari was like a coiled spring. It was planned as best it could be. They went over the maps, the plan, the route again, and their various roles. It was decided that for this one Hannah would be running with them, whilst Rachel would remain behind at base. Sammy was insisting that his sister ride with him and Ari, which Ari wasn’t bothered by in the slightest. If truth be told he was looking forward to it, but the way Hannah had rolled her eyes and merely called her brother a fucking idiot had made him chuckle.

They were fiddling with the military radios that they’d been installing in the trucks, soldering wires, tuning frequencies, Ari slotting an aerial onto his when Jake called over.  

“They're on.”

“Good.” Ari nodded, jumping down from his truck, satisfied both radios were working. “Leaving here in 12 minutes!” he yelled, clapping his hands together.

“All right.” Jake called back.

Ari made his way back into the resort as Rachel dismissed the staff with a thankyou in Arabic

“What did you tell 'em?” Ari asked

“That we were scouting diving spots and that we'd be back in the morning.” she said.  

“Good.” he nodded. At that point he heard some kind of vehicle trundling in the distance.

Hannah and Sammy, who were packing their medical kit also heard it. The siblings shared a glance before Sammy stood up and opened the wooden shades of the window of the hut they were in, and they both glanced out to see a bus approaching in the distance over one of the hills. Looking at one another again, they both exited and began walking across the sand. Max, who was stood by the side of the main building looked at them, waving them over before he glanced back at the approaching bus. The three of them joined Ari, Rachel and Jake at the front of the resort, Ari shooting a glance round at his team.

“You expecting someone?” Max asked.

“Roof. Now. Take the spear gun.” Ari instructed him. Max looked at Ari then down to the half-eaten sandwich in his hand. Hannah reached out and took the food off him with a grin as he rolled his eyes and jogged away to get in position.

As the bus drew closer, Ari turned his head to look up at Max who in turn stared down at him, the spear gun poised whilst the bus stopped outside the main entrance. Hannah instantly spotted the Sudan Ministry of Tourism logo on the side. The doors opened and a large man appeared, clipboard in his hand.

“Ah! Not an easy place to find.” he greeted them cheerily in a prominent German accent “You need better signage, for sure.”

Jake looked around, locking eyes with Ari who turned back to the new arrivals, his face passive as the man continued to talk. Rachel stepped forward and started to converse with him in German, Hannah tilting her head slightly to the right as she caught the odd word, enough to make her understand that Rachel was asking him what he was looking for.

The words “Red Sea Diving Resort” came across loud and clear, however, to the rest of the team and Sammy looked down, scoffing slightly, smile on his face as he shook his head.

“It is, but we are still under construction.” Rachel said, switching instantly into her cover role of Angela.

“Well, we're still months away from opening.” Ari added

“We just drove eight hours from Khartoum because of this.” the man said, his tone less friendly as he pulled out one of the diving resort brochures from his pocket “Huh?” Rachel took it from him no one quite sure what to do.

“Come, come. Alles gut. Alles gut.” the man started beckoning the people off the bus as Rachel turned and handed Ari the brochure. “Ja?”

Ari took the brochure and smiled at the man, as Hannah looked up at Max on the roof who was watching, a puzzled expression on his face as the tourists headed off the bus and into the resort.

“Show them out the back…” Ari looked at Rachel and then to Hannah. “Get them a drink, let them take in the view. In the mean-time have the staff set some of the tables out inside, and then meet us in the kitchen.”

They did as they were told, and once the loud excited chattering between guests outside made Hannah assume they were happy, Rachel nodding and laughing with a few of them, the two women headed inside, where the guys were already waiting, Max once more eating. Hannah hopped up onto one of the counters at the far side of the room, her legs gently swinging as she sat. No one said anything for a moment, Rachel standing and watching the movement in the main room through the lattice wall screen.

“Well, you have to send them home.” she said, turning to Ari.

“We can't do that.” he said as he leaned against one of the wall columns, his hand resting inside his open dark denim shirt, fisting slightly in the black T-shirt he had on underneath.

“Yes, we can. We point them in the direction of a real hotel.”  Sammy said, his back resting on the refrigerator.

“Colonel Madibbo sent them here. The last thing we need is to get complaints about this place.” Ari sighed, looking at his watch. “Fuck, we're an hour late.”  

He strode forward and glanced into the room, watching as he folded his arms, running his hand over his beard.

“So what do we do?” Hannah asked, watching him.

Ari shook his head, thinking for a moment. There was really only one thing they could do.

“Check 'em in.” he said after a moments pause, his hand held out at the side of his face before he turned to look at everyone “Give ‘em rooms”

“Check them in?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

“Are you crazy? This is a fake hotel.” Sam shook his head.

“So fake it.” Ari pressed.

Max chuckled from behind him, and Ari turned to look at him before he spun back to face the group as Hannah spoke.

“Ari’s right.” she said gently, and Ari looked at her, surprise evident on his face. “We send them back it’s gonna open a whole can of worms and before we know it our cover is blown.” she shrugged and looked round at the team before her bright blue eyes settled on her brother’s “What else can we do?”

Sam’s mouth fell open and he turned to his sister “You’re out of your mind!” he shook his head “You’ve no idea what-“

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a kid Sammy.” she cut him off, her voice stern.

“Ok, ok, look…” Ari said, breaking up the siblings squabbling “We all knew this could happen at some point, right?” “We did?” Sammy said, sarcastically.

“I didn't.”  Jake shook his head.

“Well…” Hannah shrugged, hopping down from her perch, looking around with a soft smile “Our fake hotel just became a real one.”

****

Chapter 3

#leave no one behind #Ari Levinson #ari levinson x ofc #ari levinson x original female character #red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans characters

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Ari Levinson ✨

Worthy of heaven by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

Glimpse of you by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Beach Bar Owner!Ari Levison x curvy!Reader

Ransom Drysdale & Steve Rogers ✨

*Two bosses by @labella420

Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Take the shot by @sexyprise

College!Roommate!Bucky x f!Reader

*Heaven (won't) help you by @musingsinmoonlight

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*Worst idea ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x reader

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Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Avengers)

Mafia Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Six months by @metalbuckaroo

Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

*For the best by @metalbuckaroo

Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Make me by @whiskeyncoke-redux

Sam Wilson x Reader

Rapture by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x female reader

Destroyer!Chris ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Destroyer!Chris x reader

Eddie Munson ✨

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Eddie Munson x reader

All the small things by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Cap meets camgirl by @world-of-aus

Pornstar!Steve x Camgirl!Reader

It's like that by @demonpoxballad

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

You love when I fall apart by @bonky-n-steeb

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Leave No One Behind Ch2: The Red Sea Diving Resort

Part 2

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Just a reminder- episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Allusions to death and serious injury.

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Part 1 

Later that night Ari headed out to meet Kabede who took him to the refugee camp. It was dirty, crowded, there was hardly any food…and then there was the woman. She’d shouted at both Ari and Kabede for bringing her to the camp exclaiming that her father had died, her husband was missing and her son was sick. Ari left feeling like shit, determined to do what he could, as soon as he could.

By the time he arrived back at the resort it was already dawn. As he parked the jeep he spotted Hannah walking down the sand towards the main part of the resort dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top. He gave her a shout and she stopped and turned to face him, her hand shielding her eyes from the rising sun.

“You’re up early.” he smiled at her.

“None of us have been to bed.” she shrugged “We had too much to do, making the place habitable. We’ve figured out what each of the staff do…oh, and we also now have functioning showers. Max and Sammy got the hot water running.” she smirked slightly, nodding at him “You should take one…”

“Do I smell that bad?” he teased.

“Not considering you’ve been in those clothes for like, what? 48 hours?”

“Fuck knows.” he shrugged.

“How did it go?”

Ari took a sigh, his hands dropping to his hips “Honestly? It was horrible. There’s hundreds of them crowded in there Han. They’re sick and…”He ran a hand over his face as Hannah waited for him to continue “There was one woman there, she was crying, saying she’d left her home for nothing and she’d lost her husband and…”

“Well I know how she feels.” Hannah said softly as her hand moved to her neck involuntarily, and Ari saw her eyes flutter shut when she realised her necklace wasn’t there. She’d left it at home, for the same reason his Star of David chain was on his bedside table in his apartment- they were too obvious, invited too many questions, pointed to a part of their real lives and they couldn’t afford anything at all to do so.

“Firefly…you know, if I could change anything, about what happened…”

“But you can’t Ari.” she said softly before she took a deep breath “Andy knew the risks, we both did…” and just like that the walls were back up, and her face had recovered.  “Come on, we should get some breakfast and then you can fill everyone in properly.”

With that she reached out to gently touch his arm before she headed off towards the hotel.

Ari watched her go. He hadn't reacted to her soft touch, not even a smile back or even a squeeze of her hand. The skin on his arm was burning where she had placed her hand but he was frozen on the spot consumed by guilt. Guilt about what he had just witnessed a few hours prior and guilt about what he was sure Hannah was feeling thanks to his desire to bring up Andy, once again, to purge his guilt. Fucking asshole, Levinson.

She reached the spot by the tables at the back of the resort where Max was stood having breakfast. He watched the rising sun glowing on her shoulders' skin, her hair blowing due to the sea breeze. Again, fucking asshole, Levinson.

"You ok, Cracker?" Max asked Hannah when she reached him by the back of the building.  He was concerned about the sad smile on her face.

"Yup." She answered and in a flash Max saw that sad simile turn into a wicked grin. But before he could ask what it was about, Hannah had stolen the toast that was in his hand and entered the building.

"Thank you for breakfast, Maltese Falcon." she quipped.

Max stood there, looking at her and then at his empty hand before sighing and following her back in. What was with these lot and fucking up his meals?

Ari chuckled lightly as he watched the scene. That was the Hannah he had met all those years ago, the annoying but lively little sister. Firefly. He ran his hands through his hair before stretching a bit and heading back to the main building to freshen up and give instructions to the team.

Half an hour later they all had finished breakfast and the local staff were busy doing their assigned chores. Rachel had explained she had been talking to them and had instructed them to resume the usual jobs each one of them had been doing when the previous owners ran the resort. She had made a list with the names of the staff along with their designated tasks, and had asked them to address to her for any doubt or question, as she was the general manager of the hotel.

When Ari made sure none of the staff were within earshot, he started to explain the situation the refugees he had visited the previous night with Kabede were in.

"It’s worse than we thought. We have to do something as soon as possible." Ari said and stopped as he could hear a pair of men from the staff speaking in Sudanese.

"It's too dangerous to speak here." Hannah said looking over her shoulder to where the voices came from.

"They are just discussing who cleans the kitchen floor." Rachel offered.

"Still. We need to come up with a way to speak more privately." Ari added.

"We could do it on the beach...." Sam started.

"Wait. The boats! We could tell the staff we're looking for diving spots, testing the waters." Jake cut in.

"Great idea, Jake. Let's go for it." Ari grinned.

"Have we unpacked the wetsuits yet?" Max asked looking at Hannah and she shook her head.

"We don't need them. We arrived only yesterday and we want to explore the surroundings there's nothing odd about that." Ari conceded.

They hopped on one of the boats and Jake steered it a few hundred yards off the shore where he cut the engine and allowed the soft waves and current to simply hold them in place as Ari began telling the group about his trip to the camp and his thoughts on their first run.

“Friday's holy to Muslims, so we'll have less military on the street.” Ari nodded as he took off his jacket. The sun was already blazing hot and he could feel it on his arms as he folded the jacket, dropping it to the floor of the boat. “We need a dark night, darkest Friday of the month”

“When is that?” Max asked.

“In two weeks.” Rachel answered him.

“Two weeks. Two weeks it is, then.”  Ari nodded. “Kabede's going to get two trucks from the locals, something inconspicuous that we can park out front of the hotel.” he said, pointing out of the boat back to the shore.

“We should do a dry run.” Sam said, “Familiarize ourselves with the terrain.”

“Jake, we gotta make sure the Navy's on time.” Ari looked at the man.

“What if they can't be?” Jake asked.

“I don’t care, tell them they don't have a choice.” Ari said, an air of urgency in his voice as he shrugged.

“I said, we should do a dry run.” Sam spoke again and Hannah looked at him, taking a deep breath as once more Ari ignored her bother.

“Max, you and Rachel go with Kabede to get the trucks.” he instructed and Sammy gave a sarcastic scoff of laughter.

“Guess we're not doing a dry run.”

“They're dying, Sammy.” Ari said softly, and everyone turned to face him.  “They're sick, and they're starving. And we're not gonna sit here and enjoy Aziz's fucking cooking, working on our suntan while they're out there suffering, not if we can do something about it.” Max glanced at Hannah who was looking at her feet, before he sat up and cracked his neck. She winced and looked at him.

“I fucking hate it when you do that, you jerk.” she glared, reaching over to shove him. It wasn’t a particularly harsh push in his chest, but it threw him off balance enough to make him wobble backwards, almost sending him over the side of the boat.

“Easy Cracker!” he said, as the rest of the team gave a soft chuckle, the tension of the moment relived slightly as he pointed at her “Just so you know, I go in, you’re coming with me.”

She snorted and looked around, and Ari smiled as Max took a deep breath.

“Sam?” Ari looked at his friend who simply shrugged

“Better start making arrangements.” he replied, raising his eyebrows.

***** Over the next two weeks, in between the preparation they were making for the Mission, the team spent their time ensuring the Resort was cleaned up as much as possible, so that it at least looked passable from the outside. The days consisted of breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, drinks, work, bed. They’d done a supply run, stocked up the bar and collected the first supply box that had been shipped out from Ethan which to Hannah and Rachel’s’ delight contained a number of LPs which the girls spent a lot of time listening and dancing to.

The mood was largely light, growing serious when they were planning the mission in depth but overall it was happy, despite the few disagreements Ari and Sammy had over a few minor points. But then, one Wednesday morning drew round, and the mood was noticeably much more sombre. For good reason.

“You ok?” Max asked as Hannah reached into the middle of the table for the coffee pot. She nodded and made herself a drink before she simply turned made to walk away.

“Red?” Jake looked at her, but she ignored him and headed away from the table.

Max watched her go before he turned back to the table. He shared a glance with Ari who was watching Hannah’s back, before he turned his blue eyes to the table, his head bowed slightly.

“What am I missing?” Jake frowned.

“It’s 4 years today since her husband died.” Sammy said gently, looking at Jake.

“Oh, shit.” Jake said with a sigh “Sorry man.”

Sammy waved his apology off and watched Hannah out of the corner of his eye.

"How did it happen? I mean I know you were all on a mission but..." Jake inquired out of curiosity but in an attempt to not hurt anyone with out of place comments or questions as well.

"Jake." Max warned but Ari cut him off, his eyes fixed on the table.

"No, it's all right." he shook his head slightly.

"Ari you don't ..." Sam began to say.

"No, it's not necessary, Ari." Max added looking at Sam and then Ari whose eyes were still fixed on the table avoiding anyone's gaze.

"Sorry, I didn't want to..." Jake frowned as he glanced at Ari who shifted in his seat.

“Ari, are you ok?” Rachel asked him, frowning slightly.

"I'm alive. He isn't. So yeah, I should be ok." Ari replied still not looking at any of his team mates

"What do you mean?" Rachel spoke again, her tone cautious.

"He pushed me out of the way.” Ari spoke slowly “We were ambushed. Most of the team managed to get to a safe place, but Andy and I were stranded. He wouldn’t leave me, because ‘We leave no one behind’ he said. Then there were shots. They were shooting in the dark and a bullet impacted on a rock behind us and ricocheted"

Ari’s voice was steady like he was explaining a story someone had told him hundreds of times. He lifted his head before continuing and everyone could see his eyes watering.

"He pushed me out of the way and took a bullet that was meant for me, straight in the chest." he said looking at Jake.

"Fuck" Jake muttered.

"Fuck indeed" Ari conceded.

Sam and Max looked at each other and sighed. Rachel was unable to take her eyes from the table surface, struggling for something comforting to say and Jake lit a cigarette as he scratched the back of his neck.

There was a moment’s silence before Ari suddenly stood up and strode swiftly away from the chair.

“Ari…” Max also stood, as if to stop him but Sammy gently grabbed his arm.

“Let him go.” Sammy said.

Max took a deep breath and dropped back into his seat.

********

Ari approached Hannah where she was sat on a large rock cluster at the far end of the beach just before it curved round the shore. But before he could open his mouth she spoke.

"I'm fine, Ari. I just needed to be alone" Hannah said startling him.

"How did you..." he asked.

"I can recognize your smell. Ok, erm, that sounded weird. What I mean is I can recognize the smell of the tobacco you smoke. It's different from Sammy's or Jake's." She explained without looking back at him.

Ari chuckled softly and asked for permission to sit her. "May I?"

She turned her head and looked at him, nodding. Her eyes met his for a few seconds before she turned her gaze back to the sea.

“I’m sorry.” he spoke softly, “I really am…”

“Yeah, you keep saying, Ari.” she said with a sigh, “But there’s no need. I don’t blame you, you know.” She turned to look at him.

“I was convinced you did.” he said gently, the pair of them staring out at the sun bouncing off the blue water. “That’s why I never reached out to you. Shitty excuse I know but…”

“Would you?” she asked, turning to face him. “Blame me I mean, if it was the other way round and Sarah had died. Would you blame me?”

“How would I know? She left me.” Ari sighed.

“I know. Sammy told me… But still, you know what the answer would be…” Hannah looked at him. “And yeah, for a long time I was angry.” she conceded “Maybe at you too at first, but mostly at him for having to be the hero…but, that’s what you do isn’t it? When you’re out there and you have a split second to make a decision that you think is going to work out…”

Ari didn’t reply, because she was right. He wouldn’t blame her. Knowing what it was like in the field, as a team it was just what you did. You took risks, you watched each other’s 6. You were prepared to make the sacrifice play. With a sad smile he shook his head, looking down at his hands.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t” he said, looking back up over the ocean. “Guess you can still read me like a damned book Firefly.”

She scoffed “I’ve never been able to read you Ari, I thought I could but…”

Ari took that for what it was, a direct stinging barb about him breaking off their relationship, or fling, whatever the hell you could call it. And he deserved it. He had never given her an explanation.

“Andy was a great guy…” Ari cleared his throat. “I’m glad you found each other and got married. You deserved one another.”

“Just wasn’t meant to be huh?” Hannah sighed. “Ironically he’s been dead now longer than we were together…” She fell silent for a moment before she let out a snort “You know, about 6 months ago I went on a date. Just a guy I know from around…”

Ari felt his heart skip a beat. He had taken for granted Hannah would still be grieving and wouldn't be interested in dating. But then again, what did he know? It was over four years now since he had last held a proper conversation with her. She had obviously tried to move on and she had the right to do so. Only he wasn't sure as to why the thought of her going on a date with someone other than Andy made him sick to his stomach. Nevertheless, he smiled and looked at her “Yeah?”

She nodded “I wasn’t gonna but both Mama and Sammy told me I should, that I needed to get out and meet people…” “They’re right.” Ari said, smiling softly.

“Well I wish I hadn’t bothered.” she looked at him “It was a disaster, nothing in common…and he ate his lasagne with a fucking spoon, who does that?”

Ari laughed loudly at the look of disgust on her face “Maya, and she’s 7.”

“Exactly.” Hannah smiled, “and then to top it all off Andy’s sister saw me. I didn’t realise that until the next morning when his mother turned up at the surgery and unleashed absolute hell, calling me every name under the sun.”

“Seriously?” Ari frowned.

Hannah nodded “Mama nearly slapped her.”

“Han, that’s…that’s not fair.” Ari shook his head “They can’t expect you to live your life alone in mourning.”

“Well they clearly do…”

“Then they’re fucking idiots…” he said fiercely “You’re not even 30 yet. Andy…well, he would want you to live your life, be happy.” “Yeah I know.” she said, before she gave a soft laugh “You know, we used to play that game in bed at night. You know the one, the whole would you move on if I died…question. Andy told me he’d run off with a Bond Girl…so I replied that if Simon Le Bon came knocking I’d be off like a shot…”

Ari gave a snort.

“And then it got serious, and he told me…” she took a dep breath, swallowing as the lump formed in her throat “He told me that if it came to it, my heart was more than big enough to love someone else but still remember him.”

Ari glanced at her and sighed as he saw the tears trickling down her face. Automatically he reached out, his arm wrapping over her shoulders. For a moment she tensed, and Ari thought she was going to push him away but she didn’t. Instead she leaned into him slightly, her head resting on his shoulder.

“I never thought I’d find myself actually having to answer it for real.” she said, her voice broken. “Not so soon after us getting married anyway…”

Ari felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. She had said didn’t hold him responsible but still, hearing her broken voice as she spoke of Andy made him feel beyond remorseful because the simple fact remained that he was to blame for tearing her life with Andy apart, no matter how much of an accident the whole situation had been.

Eventually she sat up slightly, his arm still round her as she wiped at her face. “Sorry.”

“What for?”

“This…” she gestured to her face and Ari shook his head.

“Don’t…” he said softly “There’s no need to apologise.” he gave her shoulders a squeeze and then he had a sudden idea. “You know, seeing as it’s the first time we’ve all been together in years we should do something tonight, celebrate him a little.  A few drinks, camp fire…” “Yeah.” she smiled at him. “I’d like that.”

“Well then that’s settled.” he smiled, as his stomach gave a huge growl.

Hannah looked at him, and raised an eyebrow “El Lobo Hambriento huh.”

Ari couldn't help but smile at the use of her old nickname for him. He believed her when she had said she didn't blame him and he took her calling him The Hungry Wolf  for what it was, an olive branch of sorts. The line drawn in the sand. But he also didn’t miss the change of pronoun. She had avoided using My instead switching to The. He was once Mi Lobo Hambriento…but that was another story.

For now, the mere fact she’d called it him in any way was music to his ears. His hopes of being able to rekindle whatever friendship they both may have had once were a damned site higher than they had been. So, he let out a loud laugh and gave a sheepish grin.

“It’s been a long time since you called me that.”

She looked at him and gave him a little smile “Well, somethings never change huh?”

He held her gaze for a second before he gave a little sigh and stood up “Well, not wanting to ruin my reputation, I gotta eat…”

He offered her his hand and she took it and he pulled her to her feet. Dropping his hands back into his pockets he walked alongside her back towards the outdoor area where everyone else was sat eating.

“So I take it that it’s safe to assume, seeing as you never left, that Duran Duran’s lead Singer never showed up on your doorstep?” Ari teased and she laughed, genuinely before she looked at him.

“No.”

“His loss.” Ari said, shrugging and she smiled at him again, a genuine smile that warmed the very depth of his soul.

******

The day of the first mission rolled round, and Ari was like a coiled spring. It was planned as best it could be. They went over the maps, the plan, the route again, and their various roles. It was decided that for this one Hannah would be running with them, whilst Rachel would remain behind at base. Sammy was insisting that his sister ride with him and Ari, which Ari wasn’t bothered by in the slightest. If truth be told he was looking forward to it, but the way Hannah had rolled her eyes and merely called her brother a fucking idiot had made him chuckle.

They were fiddling with the military radios that they’d been installing in the trucks, soldering wires, tuning frequencies, Ari slotting an aerial onto his when Jake called over.

“They're on.”

“Good.” Ari nodded, jumping down from his truck, satisfied both radios were working. “Leaving here in 12 minutes!” he yelled, clapping his hands together.

“All right.” Jake called back.

Ari made his way back into the resort as Rachel dismissed the staff with a thankyou in Arabic

“What did you tell 'em?” Ari asked

“That we were scouting diving spots and that we'd be back in the morning.” she said.

“Good.” he nodded. At that point he heard some kind of vehicle trundling in the distance.

Hannah and Sammy, who were packing their medical kit also heard it. The siblings shared a glance before Sammy stood up and opened the wooden shades of the window of the hut they were in, and they both glanced out to see a bus approaching in the distance over one of the hills. Looking at one another again, they both exited and began walking across the sand. Max, who was stood by the side of the main building looked at them, waving them over before he glanced back at the approaching bus. The three of them joined Ari, Rachel and Jake at the front of the resort, Ari shooting a glance round at his team.

“You expecting someone?” Max asked.

“Roof. Now. Take the spear gun.” Ari instructed him. Max looked at Ari then down to the half-eaten sandwich in his hand. Hannah reached out and took the food off him with a grin as he rolled his eyes and jogged away to get in position.

As the bus drew closer, Ari turned his head to look up at Max who in turn stared down at him, the spear gun poised whilst the bus stopped outside the main entrance. Hannah instantly spotted the Sudan Ministry of Tourism logo on the side. The doors opened and a large man appeared, clipboard in his hand.

“Ah! Not an easy place to find.” he greeted them cheerily in a prominent German accent “You need better signage, for sure.”

Jake looked around, locking eyes with Ari who turned back to the new arrivals, his face passive as the man continued to talk. Rachel stepped forward and started to converse with him in German, Hannah tilting her head slightly to the right as she caught the odd word, enough to make her understand that Rachel was asking him what he was looking for.

The words “Red Sea Diving Resort” came across loud and clear, however, to the rest of the team and Sammy looked down, scoffing slightly, smile on his face as he shook his head.

“It is, but we are still under construction.” Rachel said, switching instantly into her cover role of Angela.

“Well, we're still months away from opening.” Ari added

“We just drove eight hours from Khartoum because of this.” the man said, his tone less friendly as he pulled out one of the diving resort brochures from his pocket “Huh?” Rachel took it from him no one quite sure what to do.

“Come, come. Alles gut. Alles gut.” the man started beckoning the people off the bus as Rachel turned and handed Ari the brochure. “Ja?”

Ari took the brochure and smiled at the man, as Hannah looked up at Max on the roof who was watching, a puzzled expression on his face as the tourists headed off the bus and into the resort.

“Show them out the back…” Ari looked at Rachel and then to Hannah. “Get them a drink, let them take in the view. In the mean-time have the staff set some of the tables out inside, and then meet us in the kitchen.”

They did as they were told, and once the loud excited chattering between guests outside made Hannah assume they were happy, Rachel nodding and laughing with a few of them, the two women headed inside, where the guys were already waiting, Max once more eating. Hannah hopped up onto one of the counters at the far side of the room, her legs gently swinging as she sat. No one said anything for a moment, Rachel standing and watching the movement in the main room through the lattice wall screen.

“Well, you have to send them home.” she said, turning to Ari.

“We can't do that.” he said as he leaned against one of the wall columns, his hand resting inside his open dark denim shirt, fisting slightly in the black T-shirt he had on underneath.

“Yes, we can. We point them in the direction of a real hotel.”  Sammy said, his back resting on the refrigerator.

“Colonel Madibbo sent them here. The last thing we need is to get complaints about this place.” Ari sighed, looking at his watch. “Fuck, we're an hour late.”

He strode forward and glanced into the room, watching as he folded his arms, running his hand over his beard.

“So what do we do?” Hannah asked, watching him.

Ari shook his head, thinking for a moment. There was really only one thing they could do.

“Check 'em in.” he said after a moments pause, his hand held out at the side of his face before he turned to look at everyone “Give ‘em rooms”

“Check them in?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

“Are you crazy? This is a fake hotel.” Sam shook his head.

“So fake it.” Ari pressed.

Max chuckled from behind him, and Ari turned to look at him before he spun back to face the group as Hannah spoke.

“Ari’s right.” she said gently, and Ari looked at her, surprise evident on his face. “We send them back it’s gonna open a whole can of worms and before we know it our cover is blown.” she shrugged and looked round at the team before her bright blue eyes settled on her brother’s “What else can we do?”

Sam’s mouth fell open and he turned to his sister “You’re out of your mind!” he shook his head “You’ve no idea what-“

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a kid Sammy.” she cut him off, her voice stern.

“Ok, ok, look…” Ari said, breaking up the siblings squabbling “We all knew this could happen at some point, right?” “We did?” Sammy said, sarcastically.

“I didn't.”  Jake shook his head.

“Well…” Hannah shrugged, hopping down from her perch, looking around with a soft smile “Our fake hotel just became a real one.”

#leave no one behind #ari levinson #ari levinson x ofc #red sea diving resort #red sea diving resort fan fic

[horseyfuture]

Lockdown 2021

Welcome, you sickening metallic pervert. I don’t know why I even tolerate you, my dues to the club have long since been settled and yet still you show up with your corrugated spleen and your laminated nipples. What? Oh, it’s you. With your simple fleshy appendages and some kind of yellow blancmange for a CPU. I suppose you will suffice. Bend yourself over the table there and we’ll get on with the show. Liquid soap’s on the side, next to the antique bum-hammer.

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Aries: You find yourself repeatedly followed by crows. This is in no way related to the quite normal phenomenon in which a murder of crows will adopt a human who feeds them, bringing them trinkets and even offering them protection from aggressors. No, these crows find you sexy. Leaping about in your lounge, wearing your goth tops and flapping your arms to the rhythms of online parties, the crows all agree that you are “SKRARK!” or, in Crow, “one fine piece of floppy human tail”. Well done! Crows have good taste and make excellent lovers.

Taurus: Every time you open that damn Taurus mouth of yours, you sound like a broken record. I mean, literally, you sound like a piece of badly scratched vinyl. That’s been up the wrong bit of a rhino. And is being played using a bent nail. Through the speakers of a brown ‘65 Ford Allegro. In Ipswitch. In the rain. On a Wednesday. In November. That’s a lot of detail to pack into an accent every time you decide to prattle on about crisps. People find it offputting.

Gemini: On a whim, you buy yourself a File-o-fax, you know, from the 80s. You must have seen one in a kitschy American TV show or something. While excessively bored on a Sunday afternoon, you begin to fill in some of the entries from your mobile phone. As soon as you finish writing the first one, Adam, he calls! What a crazy coincidence! You move onto the next, Beth - then SHE calls! That’s just insane! As you move onto the next name, you think “My god, what if I bought a MAGICAL File-o-fax? What adventures could I HAVE?” - You look down at the table in awe, when suddenly it all becomes clear: next to the Magic File-o-fax is the Magic Empty Bottle of Gin. Ah.

Cancer: Singing a song about beans, YEAH! Singing a song about toast! Singing a song about beans on toast, ‘cos that food you like the most, WOO! Singing a song about waffles? NO! Can’t be arsed making them! Beans on toast takes like two tiny minutes and waffles take about fucking ten! (FUCK THAT!) Singing a song into the beans can! While the beans turn in the microwave, ALRIGHT! Naming individual beans (YEAH!) pretend they’re all going to a beans rave! (WHISTLE POSSE!) Shovelling the beans into your mouth WOO! Toasting bread is for twats! (LO-SERS!) Pouring cold beans onto your face and half of them fall onto the cat! (SEND HELP!)

Leo: After a successful hour’s staring at the stippled ceiling, you reward yourself with a brisk walk to the door. After three proud steps, diligently recorded by your fitness band (which you’re fairly certain is now emitting a dull weeping sound), you jubilantly punch the air and have a nice relaxing pass out on the floor. After another few hours, you surf another boost of energy and nearly make it to the fridge. Sadly, though this goal is destined to elude you as you trip over a recently-delivered Amazon envelope. A handful of attempts in, you succeed at opening the envelope (only stopping twice to catch breath) and discover it to contain one flimsy plastic finger measurer and a £60 voucher for a wine subscription. You remember the partner you once had, in the distant before times, so vibrant and loud. In recognition of having had what you’re certain is “a feeling”, you fling the ring-measurer away, order the wine and settle into a nice, relaxing cry.

Virgo: There are a number of St Bernards around your neighbourhood and you’ve started to find them more than a little intimidating. What began as friendly barks as you passed in the street has developed into the odd growl and now barking as the owners pull their wretched beasts back from you, swearing in anguish as their hounds’ slavering jaws snap at your heels. After a few weeks of this, Monthly Bath Weekend inevitably comes round and the problem seems to just go away.

Libra: Some people have been baking recently. They - of course - are twats. Others have chosen to use this time to improve existing music skills, or even pick up a new instrument in their abundance of free time. Shit-eating scum, each and every one of them. You are not going to be affected by this self-improvement bullshit and have decided to strike out on your own, tangibly making yourself less pleasant, skilled and attractive with each passing day. Monday is fudge-eating class. Tuesday, “how long can I sit on the loo?” marathons (5 hours PB). Wednesday is Yelling ‘BASTARDS’ at the Sky Day, while Thursday (being the new Friday) you party on down with a life-size model of Prince made from your own toenails. Friday you slam your face into cupboards, repeating the word “APES” in a dull monotone. At the weekend, it’s time to rest! Phew! Just a few hours drilling holes in the ceiling, a slip, a tumble, a fall, a crunching sound and a view from the underside of a very poorly constructed step-ladder until it all goes beautifully dark.

Scorpio: Fuck this, you’re buying beach balls. Yep. Why not? You do, in fact, buy beach balls. Why didn’t you think of this before? They’re bright. They’re entertaining. They’re CHEAP. You can order them in large quantities, it turns out. “Ooh, I hope you’re not having a party!” says the delivery man, with a wink “HAHAHAH, NO. Actually I’m just INFLATING THEM AND POPPING THEM” you cackle toward his suddenly retreating face. It takes a while to inflate all 400, but the high you get from blowing them up is quite intense! Now you have a house full of beach balls! Haha! You can’t bring yourself to pop them in the end. Some of them are lost to accidents (fried beach ball, anyone?) and others you draw on with crude faces of past enemies, then open the door and punt them down the street with a hearty “FUCK YOU, BEATRICE!” (or Ken, as appropriate. You had few enemies. It’s cheap therapy). The last few hundred last you happily into the next month, though the doctor is mildly unimpressed when you attempt to get them vaccinated.

Sagittarius: Your attempts at making LEGO sex toys go badly to begin with. But, weirdly, you do eventually get better at it. You’re particularly proud of the one where you use the gearbox from the racing car for, well, you know. The winking pneumatic sex-donkey (8,014 bricks) is, in most people’s opinion, your pièce de résistance. You can’t wait for the highstreet to open up again, so you can go and show off your repertoire down the local toyshop.

Capricorn: It’s tough getting through lockdown without the internet. In your case, though, it is entirely self-inflicted. You made a promise to yourself to cut down on the doomscrolling and it was successful! Prodigiously so! You end up cutting out the news sites - who needs them? - then the social sites - nothing but trash! - then eventually you just pull the wires out of your router and fling it in the bin with some bits of leftover chicken. Time passes, politicians come and go, vaccines are invented, distributed, mostly successful (with only a small amount of people instantly turning into tiny, angry lizards) and eventually the world passes through the danger period and back into something like normality! You, of course, miss this entirely and get on with your new hobby of writing subversive poetry on the walls in dollops of mouldy Marmite. Weirdly, you ARE happier.

Aquarius: Lockdown doesn’t seem to be getting to you too badly this month (whichever month it turns out to be). You did get to a bit of a peak when you were popping a Toblerone up your bum while playing kazoos just to get yourself ready for the next bloody Zoom meeting of the day, you now you’re limiting it to one bar per day and only using the two kazoos, you feel like you’ve hit your stride, found your flow, really made the most of every work-from-home hour the Lord sends. Ah, yes, the Lord truly has kept you to the virtuous path. Without your faith, you would never have got through the dark days. Sat there on his throne of Bourbons, wearing his Chocolate Finger crown. Slowly rotating on the lazy Susan you bought so you could efficiently respect His Majesty from any angle with a deft flick of the wrist (and a few Bourbons in the eyes if you get too excited). The mighty Lord. You assume his name was Lord. There were only a few letters you could read on the collar when you found him by the bins. Ah, yes. The bins. The biscuits. The Lord. The rapture. Amen.

Pisces: After popping to the door to bring in a food delivery, you notice the day looks quite pleasant for a change, pop a mask on and go for a nice walk. On the way back, you notice a ladder leant up against a tree, with a strange golden light shimmering from high in the branches. Climbing the ladder, you hear the sound of a party, people calling your name in joy, whistles and whoops, clapping and laughter. You tumble into the golden light and down a kind of shoot as a fanfare plays. The dazzling light fades, the noise abates gently and you are sat on your sofa. On the TV are the words “LEVEL 4: YODELLING GEESE”. The geese filling your living room immediately begin to yodel with anger.

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By the sainted elbows of Bobby Tavistocke, we got there in the end. I may have been a little over-brutal with my use of the bum-hammer there, for which I apologise. Anyway, you have extracted your price once more and I have little left to give. Pick up your clothes and get out of my living room.

As usual, you may of course take a fairy cake. We’ve got the nice ones this week.

DEPART!

[nightklok]

please tell me something really sappy and sweet about pickles and charles :3 like maybe something they enjoy doing together away from mordhaus and the band, some activity that’s “theirs”, or literally any cute thought you have about them right at this moment 🥰

OH hell yea you know me so well :’) (the wifi was just randomly kicking me out so It wouldn’t let me upload this-)

-Okay honestly I think they’d visit those mom and pop local music stores just for fun. They try to not visit the same place twice (but if there are those old owners who have incredibly wild music stories to tell, of course, they’ll visit more than once) They always enjoy finding some new(or old) band or singer that neither really headr of. It’s probably those bands you find in the dollar bins section of the music store or that has been lying in the same spot for months untouched. Of course, it’s always a hit or miss when it comes to doing it but it’s a fun hobby to find new music that one or the other or both just really enjoy!

-This is just me reminiscing towards my own yearly vacations but if they ever wanted to go on a quick weekend vacation somewhere, they’ll just rent out a house in a beach town. And it’s honestly perfect for the both of them; there’s always the quiet areas of the beach or they could have rented a private area just for them to relax and unwind. There’s even the town itself where it could have something nice cute date ideas; a local bookshop, local restaurants tourists don’t really visit, going to local bars, just the stuff that makes it quiet. And of course, there’s the boardwalk where Pickles would absolutely try and spend a fuck ton of money on those crane machines or carnival games because it’s not a date night at the boardwalk without trying to win those damn stuffed animals or whatever for your partner (even if Charles insists he doesn’t need them but does Pickles listen? No).

-Baking has gotta be something they do together-Charles surprisingly has more of a sweet tooth but oftentimes like to help bake too if he gets the chance. There’s always some new recipe one wants to try and baking is just a relaxing past time for them-. (or as relaxing as it gets baking with an Aries-) Charles oftentimes likes to bake pies or cakes while Pickles is a bit more adventurous in wanting to make complicated recipes. Even if the presentation can end up questionable at times, it still turns out great which is good for them!

-They gotta stargaze, man, there’s honestly something about stars and them that has drawn me to them since the beginning of shipping them (I guess I can blame this partially for the fact I began watching this show just a month before I began astronomy class haha) but I think they go to a local community college’s observatory whenever the sky’s clear and it’s open for star viewing and they just observe the stars up close and get to view whatever planets are in view. Mordhaus probably has an observatory built for that reason too but locations, weather, and timing matter so they oftentimes like to visit other observatories if there was a particular planet or constellation they’d like to see. It’s not really something they say in public or to anyone, really. Not that they’re embarrassed about it but it’s just something they like to keep to themselves as their thing.

#charles foster offdensen #pickles the drummer #chickles #Thanks so much for asking it's so cute and wholesome writing this :') #lampmeeting #Insomniac Coffee Talks [asks] #long post

[scared-aquarius]

signs as haunted places in New Jersey

(I’m starting a series where I assign haunted places from each state to the signs. I’m starting with New Jersey because that’s where I’m from! Also the Red Mill is located in my hometown so I thought that was cool. Ok anyways)

Aries: The Pine Barrens, NJ- The Pine Barrens, also known as the Pinelands or the Pines, is a heavily forested area that covers more than 7 counties across the state of New Jersey. This area has been the site of many legends and is also the alleged home of the infamous Jersey Devil. The Jersey Devil is described as a kangaroo-like creature with the head of a dog and the face of a horse, bat-like leathery wings, horns and a tail. There have been many sightings over the years, specifically in South Jersey, leading many to believe that the Jersey Devil actually exists or is at least a real animal. Some people believe that the vastness and remote nature of the 1 million acre Pine Barrens could allow a species to remain hidden over time. Other legends include the ghost of Captain Kidd, a pirate who supposedly hid his treasure in Barnegat Bay. Some locals say that they’ve seen his ghost wandering along the beach. There are two other ghosts who are actually known to be kind spirits. There is the ghost of a man named James Still, more popularly known as The Black Doctor, who was a man studying medicine in the 19th century who wasn’t permitted to do so because of his race. Undiscouraged, however, he went into seclusion in The Pine Barrens to study his textbooks and also learned herbal remedies. Some say he died from lynching after being discovered and others say he died of a heart attack. His ghost however is still said to come to the aid of injured or stranded travelers in The Pine Barrens. Lastly, there is a white stag that many have claimed to see. The stag supposedly is known to prevent disasters. If you see the white stag, it is supposed to bring good luck.

Taurus: The Devil’s Tree, Bernards Township NJ- The Devil’s Tree is a single oak tree with some dead limbs in an undeveloped field. A common claim is that Bernards Township was the central headquarters for the Ku Klux Klan in New Jersey during colonial times and the tree was used to lynch black people and rebellious slaves. Others say that a farmer hanged himself from the tree after murdering his own family. The legend says that the tree is cursed and anyone who tried to cut it down will “come to an untimely end”. It is said that those who damage or disrespect the tree, either by peeing on it, carving into it or even making remarks about the tree while nearby, will soon come to some sort of harm. This harm will often come in the form of a car accident or experiencing a major breakdown while trying to leave the field in which the tree lives. Other legends claim that if you touch the tree, your hands will turn black if you try to eat. In winter, the ground beneath the tree is allegedly free from snow regardless of how recent the snowfall was or how much has fallen. Some have claimed that the tree is occasionally warm to the touch regardless of the season or time of day. It is thought that this is because it is disguised as a tree but is really a portal to Hell.

Gemini: The Union Hotel, Flemington NJ- This hotel was built in 1878 during the Victorian Era. In 1934, it stood witness to the media event that was dubbed the “trial of the century”, when Bruno Hauptmann was accused of the kidnapping and murder of Charles Lindbergh’s infant son which was tried at the courthouse across the street. The hotel became the base for journalists and the temporary home of the jurors. Most recently, the hotel was used as a bar and restaurant with the upper floors being blocked off. Previous staff members recall many paranormal encounters that they had. One former manger says that one night after a bouncer had locked the doors, the staff were all sitting around having a drink. Suddenly the locked doors flew open wide and a cold wind swept past them. When the bouncer went to go re-close the doors, he saw a pair of disembodied black leather shoes walking up the main stairway. He freaked out and ran out of the hotel. The manager also recalled of a time a waitress was going up the stairs when she heard a disembodied voice humming a lullaby. She was so afraid that she ran out of the building and quit. Other former employees remember constantly seeing a young girl with dark hair in a fancy dress running around the dining room. She is also said to play with a doll on the main stairway and is known to trip people. There are stories of ghosts ordering drinks at the bar and then disappearing. There was also a time when an employee was cleaning tables and saw two people chasing each other who then suddenly vanished into thin air. No one is sure of the origin of these possible specters. However, there is one story about a man who was murdered in the basement of the hotel.

Cancer: Red Mill, Clinton NJ- The Red Mill was built in 1810 as an industrial mill. For the first few years, it was used as a wool processing plant. Milling was very dangerous work and at the time, there were no safety latches or guards on the machinery. Many stories have been passed down about the workers who met their untimely death while on the job. By 1820, however, the wool business had failed in the downturn for cloth. Ralph Hunt, the owner at the time, lost hundreds of acres because of this. Today, the Red Mill is now the main building of the Red Mill Museum Village, which includes the mill, a 19th century one-room schoolhouse, carriage sheds and other quarry village buildings. Tours are available nowadays and the most popular paranormal encounter is that of a man wearing period clothing and a black hat who doesn’t speak who roams the third floor. Many visitors have claimed to see this ghost as well as feeling like someone is touching them or tugging on their clothes. Another spirit that is said to frequently be seen is that of a young girl around the age of 6 or 7 who died around 1900. She was the daughter of one of the mill’s owners and was supposedly very fond of coming to the mill with her father. Additional grisly things that have happened on the grounds is a mill worker fell head-first into a mill hopper and suffocated. There is also a story of a young boy who was cleaning his weapon in the tenant building and accidentally shot himself. Another member had a heart attack and died on the steps of the tenant building. Strange occurrences at the tenant house include footsteps on a vacant second floor and bells swinging back and forth on their own. Now, because this mill is in my hometown, I just want to share that I believe I have seen the ghost of the little girl for myself. I was in town with my friend and was walking along the bridge towards the mill and I saw a girl who was extremely pale from head to toe and it seemed almost blurry, like when your eyes water and everything looks skewed. I turned to tell my friend but when I looked back she was gone. I know this sounds super fake but I swear that’s what happened. I was so freaked out that I had to go home.

Leo: Clinton Road, West Milford NJ- Considered to possibly be the most haunted road in America, this 10 mile stretch of road definitely has a sinister past. The road and the land around it have been known to be teeming with paranormal occurrences. It is said that if you drive down the road, you may encounter ghosts, witch gatherings, Satanists, the KKK or even strange creatures like hellhounds or mutated monkeys. It is also known to be a place where murderers have disposed of bodies in the surrounding woods- with one actual recorded case of this happening. In 1983, a body was found in the woods after a cyclist noticed vultures pecking at it. An autopsy revealed that the man had ice crystals in the blood vessels near his heart, suggesting that someone had tried to freeze the body before dumping it. It came out that he was someone who had affiliations with the Mafia. Later, Richard Kuklinski, aka “The Iceman”, confessed to the murder. Some well-known ghost sightings involve a young boy at a bridge who apparently was struck by a car and killed. Legend says that he will push anyone who looks over the edge into the water in order to save them from being run over like he was. There are also accounts of phantom vehicles, specifically a black pick-up truck that will tail you and flash its headlights before completely disappearing. Other ghosts include two park rangers who died on the job in 1939 and a girl driving a Camaro who died in a car crash in 1988. Whether you’re a believer in the paranormal or not, I think most would agree that driving down Clinton Road at night would be one of the creepiest things one could experience.

Virgo: White Hill Mansion, Fieldsboro NJ- This mansion was constructed over 250 years ago. Robert Field, a successful merchant, decided to settle down in New Jersey. This proved to be more of a curse than a blessing as he drowned in the Delaware River under mysterious circumstances in 1775. After his death, he left his young wife, Mary Field, to care for the 600 acre property on her own. Mary raised her 3 children in the home throughout the Revolutionary War. She tried to remain impartial, however there were many times when her house was invaded and searched. Over the years many people have lived in the mansion, including senators, rum runners, prostitutes, inventors, and by the early 1920s the house was converted into an upscale restaurant. Over the years, workers began to notice strange things happening at the mansion. Many visitors reported seeing a shadow man who lurked near the basement and would then disappear. Disembodied voices are very frequent according to people who have visited the mansion. Other phenomena include phantom sounds of children playing in the nursery and footsteps going up and down the stairs at night. There is also supposedly a ghost of a former servant who identified herself during an EVP session and is known to be very talkative and enthusiastic about interacting with visitors. During restoration efforts, over 30,000 artifacts were found that suggest the mansion was built atop an ancient Native American settlement which some believe may contribute to the paranormal activity.

Libra: Trenton Psychiatric Hospital, Trenton, NJ- This hospital, originally named New Jersey State Lunatic Asylum, opened in 1848 and held a mere 86 patients. The first superintendent of the hospital, Horace Buttolph, provided excellent care for his patients and was a good man. Then, Dr. Henry Cotton took over in 1907 and the horror began. He believed that infection caused mental illness, so to test his theories he would remove his patient’s teeth, tonsils, limbs, testicles, ovaries, gall bladders, colons, stomaches, spleens, cervixes, or any other body part that had the slightest sign on infection. This was done often against the consent of the patient and the family of the patient. Some psychiatrists questioned his work, however the New Jersey State Senate approved of his treatments. He would continue to kill his patients until 1930, when he retired. Only after his death in 1933 would his work be reviewed to find that his medical procedures killed 45% of his patients. Thousands of others were left permanently mutilated. The most common ghost sighting at the asylum is Dr. Cotton himself, who people have claimed seeing roam the hallway near his old office wearing a white doctor’s coat. People have also reported hearing disembodied voices, mainly muffled screams and moans as well as being touched. Orbs have been caught on camera, each having a strange blue glow to them. There are also claims of seeing patients without limbs, or the limbs themselves on old medical tables before suddenly disappearing. 

Scorpio: Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital, Morris Plains NJ- Originally known as New Jersey Lunatic Asylum, this hospital opened in 1876 and housed over 7,500 patients. Overcrowding was definitely an issue. The building was made to house only around 1,500 people. The patient population peaked in the 1950s with the return of WWII soldiers who had PTSD. Greystone adopted controversial treatment for its patients, regularly administering Insulin shock therapy and electroconvulsive therapy to the veterans. In the 1970s and 1980s, deinstitutionalization became more popular and the hospital officially closed its doors in 2003. There had always been much bad press about the hospital, including stories of patient suicides, patient on patient violence, the sexual assault of patients and a twice-convicted rapist escaping from the hospital. Since it’s shutting down, many people have gone and explored the old abandoned building. People have reported feeling watched and “not being able to get out quick enough”, especially in the dark underground tunnels beneath the hospital which were used to transport dead bodies. There are also a few accounts of seeing full-bodied apparitions in the windows as well as in the shower area in the basement. The building was demolished in 2015. 

Sagittarius: Burlington County Prison, Mount Holly NJ- This prison operated from 1811 to 1965. It was known for public hangings and also housed some notorious people, including “The Boston Strangler” (Albert DeSalvo). The prison was known to use thinner than average rope, which led to prolonged suffering.  One of the first executions there was the hanging of a man named Joel Clough who, in 1833, stabbed Mary W. Hamilton, a woman he was obsessed with. On July 26, 1833, he was hanged and buried on the grounds of the prison. He is said to haunt the dungeon, a room where he was kept leading up to his death. People have reported hearing the chain that originally held him rattle as well as hearing moaning and feeling cold spots. A murder also took place in the prison basement in 1920. One night when a guard went to deliver medicine to a prisoner, the prisoner struck him with an iron rod and killed him instantly. The prisoner then went to the kitchen and murdered another prisoner who was on cooking duty. People have reported seeing a shadow in the corridor where the guard was murdered. There are also claims of seeing a figure underneath the stairs. Other paranormal occurrences include disembodied voices and screams and workers have claimed their tools get moved around or go missing. Many people say they feel like they’re constantly being watched and some have even claimed that they’ve felt someone touching them. 

Capricorn: Lambertville High School, Lambertville NJ- This high school was built in 1854. In 1926, much of the building had been destroyed by a fire caused by arson but was later remodeled and rebuilt in 1927. More tragedy struck the school in 1935 when a boy from a rival high school (New Hope Buckeyes) was killed while playing the traditional “Turkey Bowl” football game. His neck broke after a particularly rough tackle and his head had almost completely turned around. The parents of the boy who was killed petitioned that football was too dangerous and that New Hope should give it up. New Hope still does not have a football team to this day. His spirit is said to linger on the grounds of the school. People have reported seeing a ghostly figure in the windows. Legend says that if you challenge the Buckeye on the old overgrown football field, a strange mist will form and you will suddenly see something charging at you. The school was closed down in 1955 as it had become too small and outdated for the growing area. The building then became a popular hang out for teenagers who would regularly go and get drunk. Allegedly, two teenage boys died under unexplained circumstances while visiting the building. In 2012, the old high school was demolished however visitors who have gone after the fact claim that they still feel cold spots and get an uneasy feeling when standing in the spot where the building once stood. Some have also said that they’ve seen the apparition of the boy who was killed.

Aquarius: Gates of Hell, Clifton NJ- The Gates of Hell drain stands out from the others nearby because of its square shape and also because it has no water flowing in or out of it. There is a ladder inside which allows visitors to climb in and explore the connecting drains. Reportedly, the drains go hundreds of feet underground and has 7 layers. They are said to be filled with the remains of satanic sacrifices including bones, decaying carcasses, crosses and more. It is rumored that the drains used to be frequently used by satanic worshippers and the KKK because of it’s concealed nature. There is also supposedly a deep underground room that is used to summon the devil. There are tales of people drowning in the drains while trying to explore them. People have reported hearing faint chanting, faint footsteps and thumps as well as seeing dark figures in the distance. The entrance of the drain as well as some of the inside is covered in graffiti, some of it being satanic. If you ever decide to visit this place, be careful and don’t go too far deep because many are known to have gotten lost in the complex draining tunnels. 

Pisces- The Grenville Hotel, Bay Head NJ- Opening in 1890, this hotel was known as one of the most luxurious summer hotels that populated the shore. It is still in operation today, and many guests have checked out with stories to tell. Both guests and employees report hearing the sound of children playing and laughing as well as seeing people dressed in period clothing. There are claims of hearing stomping down empty hallways and footsteps in unoccupied rooms. Many guests have said that they have seen imprints on their bed, as if someone was sitting or lying there. One guest even claimed that they saw a man in a dark suit with a top hat one night in their bathroom, who then suddenly disappeared. Later that night, their doorknob wouldn’t stop rattling. Another guest claimed to see a woman in a white dress in their room at night walking towards their bed. The owner says that all of the supposed ghosts are friendly. The third floor is supposedly the most haunted floor, specifically rooms 303 and 304 where disembodied voices can frequently be heard. Some believe the ghosts to be that of the former owners and possibly a guest who perished shortly after the hotel was first opened. 

Pennsylvania

(Let me know what state I should research next...)

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[sliceannarbor]

Alex Young

Chef Owner, The Standard Bistro & Larder Ann Arbor, Michigan The Standard Bistro & Larder The Frame 

Photo by Joe Vaughn

Alex Young is an award-winning chef and the owner of The Standard Bistro & Larder, a new Parisian-style bistro in Ann Arbor, Michigan, slated to open its doors in late January 2018. The Standard will feature regional French foods and custom butchery, including classic entrees pot-au-feu, pan bagnat, Alsatian choucroute garni, pissaladiere, and ravioli bolognese. Prior to this, Alex served as founder, chef, and managing partner of Zingerman’s Roadhouse in Ann Arbor for over 15 years. A James Beard Foundation award-winner in the Best Chefs in America category, Alex traveled to the James Beard American Restaurant at the World’s Fair in Milan, Italy, in 2015, showcasing American food. In an earlier post, he served as first corporate chef of the Hilton Restaurant Group. For three evenings, on December 1, 2, and 3, 2017, Alex will transform Frame, of Hazel Park, Michigan, into a Parisian Bistro with an eight-course preview of The Standard. He resides in Pinckney, Michigan, with his German Shepherd, Sadie, by the lake.

FAVORITES

Book:  The Way To Cook, by Julia Child

Destination:  The beach

Motto:  Do it with pride, style, and joy.

Prized possession: My hands

THE QUERY

Where were you born?

I was born in London, England, and raised on the coast of northern California.

What were some of the passions/pastimes of your earlier years?

I liked to ski, ride mountain bikes, and seek out great food.

How did you begin to realize your intrigue with the culinary arts?

By the age of 11 (1976), it was clear that pleasing people with food made me happy.

What is your earliest memory of food as an experience?

It was my mother’s spaghetti bolognese.

When and how did you make your entry into the profession?

At the age of 17, I moved to New York City and worked as a busboy at the Central Falls Restaurant in Soho. While there, I learned that the kitchen needed a hand, so I volunteered and landed my first cooking job. From there, I worked in several different kitchens throughout the country, helping to open New York’s China Grill with Chef Mako Tenaka; working for Chef Reed Heron at San Francisco’s Corona Bar and Grill; and opening The Pittsburgh Fish Market in Pennsylvania.

What led to your coming on board with Zingerman’s Roadhouse in 2003?

I wanted to make great food, and stay in Southeast Michigan at the same time, where my family lives. I happened to meet Ari Weinzweig and Paul Saginaw, founders and managing partners of Zingerman’s Community of Businesses, through a mutual friend. Not long after, I called Ari to begin a conversation about the possibility of a new restaurant within the Zingerman's Community that would focus solely on great American food. I had an idea in mind, so I introduced the concept for Zingerman's Roadhouse to the partners, and planning and building began. It was only a matter of months before we opened our doors.

What did you enjoy most about your tenure at the Roadhouse?

Working with so many really wonderful people.

How did this post segue into your launch of the Roadhouse Farm, now an 18-acre farm in Dexter, Michigan, just eight miles from the Roadhouse?

My passion for local agriculture and farming steered me to launch the Roadhouse Farm, which now grows more than 50 varietals of vegetables, bringing the farm-to-table dining experience to life in Southeast Michigan. Educating the staff, patrons, community, and local students on the importance of farming and knowing where food comes from, I earned the honor of being among the founding 12 top chefs from around the country named to the James Beard Chef Action Network.

When and how did the concept for The Standard Bistro & Larder take seed?

I wanted to return to my first love (and idol in Julia Child) of French cooking in opening a whole new restaurant. We began brainstorming the concept in 2016. The idea was for the restaurant to feature regional French foods, and custom butchery available over a retail butcher counter. The decor is reminiscent of the 1930s Parisian bistro, with hand-painted tile, a beautiful wood ceiling, and artwork created by my father, Alfred Young. 

What is the guiding philosophy of The Standard?

To set a new standard in regional French cuisine.  

Is there an entrée on the menu that you are especially proud of?

Pot-au-feu. This is a traditional French boiled beef entrée, made with our custom beef, and boiled in broth that we cook in perpetuity. The taste is very delicious and deep.

What types of wine will you feature at The Standard?

Our wine list explores the French terroir and cocktails grounded in the history of classic French liqueurs and seasonal ingredients. For example, we'll feature wines from Bordeaux, Burgundy, and Champagne; and a host of cocktails, including variations on the French 75, Side Car, and Vieux Carre.

What can customers find at the artisanal butcher counter situated at the restaurant?

Our Larder represents the height of old-world butchery, offering dry, aged, and custom cut beef, pork, and lamb, along with classic charcuterie and our house made pastas, breads, and take-home dishes.

How did you get involved with the Child Nutrition Act?

Working with the James Beard Chef Action Network, I marched on Capitol Hill to lobby for re-authorization of the Child Nutrition Act; the reduction of overuse of antibiotics in animal agriculture; as well as the overuse of genetically engineered plants. I also routinely visit K-12 public schools to help educate young people on the benefits of whole food vs. processed foods; hold farm tours; and speak at the University of Michigan on food policy.

How has your aesthetic/approach evolved over the years?

I used to lean toward fancy concoctions. Now, it’s all about simplicity and authenticity.

What three tools of the trade can’t you live without?

Japanese fish tweezers, nine-inch tongs, and my hands.

What’s the best advice you’ve ever received?

Repetition equals excellence.

What drives you these days?

The desire to build a great home in the new Standard Bistro & Larder.

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