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Hi, I didn’t see a what not to request thing so ignore this if your not comfortable writing death - but can I request Coriolanus Snow x reader who is a tribute in the games but dies and there’s nothing he can do about it. Just pure angst.

The Fall Of Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader

Summary: She was just supposed to be a pawn in his games, a way to get the Plinth Prize. He wasn't supposed to care. She was just a tribute, after all.

Warning/s: angst, death, kind-of-psycho Snow, Snow in love, crying, probably some spelling and/or grammar mistakes

Author's note: So Snow's actions and behavior may be a little out of his character here, but that is because I made him helplessly in love with reader. I hope this is okay. Enjoy!

The red chair where he sat now seemed to uncomfortable to sit in.

Coriolanus' already strong grip on the armrests of the chair somehow just seemed to tighten, he felt certain that he will probably brake the wood out of which the chair is made of. He felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he felt the uncomfortable feeling of shivers going down his spine.

His breathing became raspy, his academy's red uniform somehow became tighter around his neck. He felt like he was grasping the last strings of air in the room crowded with the other mentors, he felt like he was breathing just for the hell of it.

His chest started to squeeze so much it started to hurt him.

He couldn't get the air to tear through to his lungs, and for the first time in a long time Coriolanus' vision became blurry with tears.

He knew that she would be dead either way. She was from District 12 for God's sake! She was the weakest target. Her lack of throat-slicing, bloodthirsty, violent nature was going to be her downfall the moment she stepped into that arena.

She was quite small, weak even, but not like that was surprising to him. She came from the loser District. She was somehow a person who wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone kill someone. Even if it was a stranger.

He knew all of this, therefore he didn't have any reason to be surprised.

Yet it felt like he was going to choke on the uncomfortable, unbearable even, feeling of something in his throat as he felt cameras moving onto his face to capture the moment where a tribute lost a mentor. Or rather mentor losing their tribute. But this wasn't like the times before, with the other mentors, with his classmates, that left the room before him.

He knew that this is different. He felt it.

Coriolanus Snow was aware that he was supposed to have the control of his emotions like many times before.

Right now, what he was supposed to do is what was expected of him to do. Look into the camera and wave it off. Play it off as if he was just happy to be here. To play a modest, charming, bright and above all young Capitol citizen and to lean over toward Lucky Flickerman's microphone, that was already showed into his face, and to answer the questions with a charming smile pressed onto his face.

Yet he couldn't even look away from the screen on the wa in the middle of the room, let alone answer Lucky Flickerman's questions like many before him.

He watched her dead body on the floor in the middle of the arena with a shaky breath that left his lips without his permission.

Lucky Flickerman's questions rang next to his ear.

It seems like he was repeatedly asking him something yet Coriolanus somehow never heard him. Every noise in the room came into his ears as a form of beeping.

His vision blurry even tho he tried to stop it.

The only noise that seemed to constantly increase its volume is his ragged breathing.

Coriolanus watched as another tribute grabbed her body by the ankles as he started to drag her over to the pile of bodies that belonged to other deceased tributes.

Coriolanus watched her laid out hand dragging itself after her, her hair everywhere as one single tear slid down her eyes that were still open.

Haunting him.

Why didn't he do more? What didn't he save her? Why didn't she win? She should have won...

She should have won.

Coriolanus Snow didn't know how it happened and why was it happening.

He suddenly stood up, his hand gripping something in the pocket of his uniform, and without even spearing one glance towards Lucky Flickerman, Clemensia who tried to grab his shoulder before he did something stupid.

He didn't spare a glance at anyone for that matter as his legs carried him away from his chair, away from the room, away from the look of her dead body.

He walked out of the room as fast as he could, trying not to look at any cameras.

He pulled the handkerchief that she used before she was violently thrown into the games to fight for her own life.

It was still wet from her tears.

He felt his own tear dropping onto the handkerchief, mixing with her tears. The tears of his now forever lost tribute.

Coriolanus Snow promised something to himself that day.

When he gets married one day, he will do it out of profit, out of perhaps mutual interest, not out of love.

Never out of love.

Love he had for his tribute brought him here. It brought him this tight feeling in his chest that, no matter what happens or what he does, he can't get rid of.

As he wiped one lost tear with her (his) handkerchief, he promised himself to never loose control ever again.

Yet he knew one thing. Those eyes, hair and smile would haunt him forever, as long as he was alive, but he will gladly remember it. The last thing, along with the handkerchief, he had left of her. His love, his tribute, that died in the arena.

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Characters that I refuse to write for:

Old!Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games) -> romantically [I do, however write for, young!Coriolanus Snow]

Seneca Crane (The Hunger Games)

Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Lord Voldemort (Harry Potter)

Lucius Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Peter Pettigrew (Harry Potter)

Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

Thanos (Marvel)

John Walker (Marvel)

Nick Fury (Marvel)

...that's it for now

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foot fetish

SA kinks

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innocent!reader

yandere

dark![insert character]/dark!reader

incest

male!reader

romantic ships like Katniss x Haymitch or Peter Parker x Tony Stark...

gn!reader, black!reader or plus size!reader [I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST IT, I just don't want to offend anybody by writing something I don't know about ♥︎]

romanticizing depression, anxiety, SA, SH and such

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Perfection - Once Jan and you reveal your two years of relationship, you get hate comments and feel very insecure. However, Jan isn't having that. [♡۵]

So This Is Love - Jann noticed you randomly during one of his gigs. Eventually, you both realize that you will be competing in Eurovision as you start to date and experience the love you have for each other. [♡✭]

The Muse - Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance. [♡]

Pair Skating - Jan didn't have any problem with you switching to pair skating because of your injury... until he does. [♡]

Begging For It - dom!Jann smut [✭]

Birthday Surprises - On the day of your birthday, you just couldn't feel more loved. [♡]

Bojan Cvjetićanin

Ona - Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts. [➳]

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"Who the hell is Bucky?"

Young Romanoff - Natasha's sister has to train with none other than the Hydra's most precious soldier as a part of the Black Widow Program. [➳]

I can't believe that I'm saying this, but.... I will be taking Coriolanus Snow x reader requests because Tom Blyth is just too FINEEE!!

Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).

I’m in my delusional era

Only Angel | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)

Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.

Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)

Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.

She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.

His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.

As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.

Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.

She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.

Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.

He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.

"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.

"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.

And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.

At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.

They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.

They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.

However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.

Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.

"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"

"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"

Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.

The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.

One night stands.

They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?

Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.

The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

End up meeting in the hallway every single time

And there's nothing we can do about it

Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.

So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.

Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.

"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."

"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"

"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.

"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"

She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.

"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.

"I don't know what to say, Damiano."

"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.

"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."

"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."

"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.

"And why is that, angel."

"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."

That's all he needed.

Told it to her brother and she told it to me

That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets

And there's nothing she can do about it

Hey, hey

His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.

"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."

"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.

His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.

"Arch your back for me, angel."

She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.

"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.

"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"

"Ah- I-"

"Do they!?"

"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"

She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.

"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."

She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.

He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.

"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"

"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.

"Good girl."

He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.

She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.

On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.

For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.

So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.

"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.

"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"

Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.

"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.

"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.

The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.

"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My-my-my only angel

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In the honor of 1989 (Taylor's Version) being owned by mother, should I start (finally) writing about her?

girls when they remember it all too well

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katniss everdeen x fem!stylist!reader

summary: you find your victor with smudge makeup when you visit her cabin one night and help her remove it

cw: fluff, sitting on katniss's lap

"katniss" you called out as your knuckles throbbed from banging on the door to her cabin, you stepped back as the rush of air hit you and the door retracted sideways into the wall

"yes?" she answered, drowsiness tugging her eyes and face bloated from sleep as she leaned against the wall

your eyes searched her face before landing on the mess smudged around her eyes.

it wasnt just drowsiness stuck on her, it was makeup too.

"did you just go to sleep? no wash-up?" you questioned as her face turned from your unknowing insult

"-your face" you tried to correct but the scowl only grew deeper as you tried to save yourself from offending the victor even more

"makeup! did you remove all your makeup?" you almost shout as the word comes back into your brain and you struggle to speak, she rubs her eyes as you assume they must be itchy from all the dried mascara she just left

"...yeah?" her brow was raised as her foot inched closer to her bed, ready to pounce after a quick goodnight to the annoying stylist

"you didn't remove all the makeup, let me help." you try a softer approach and she seems to give in as her hand blocking the entrance fell and she made room for you to come in

"how long will it take?" she grimaced, probably assuming it would take just as long as it did to put on

"not long- how do you usually remove your makeup?" you ask as you reach over to unhook the miniature makeup bag on your belt, placing the dramatic ombre bag on her nightstand as she plopped on the bed

"I just shower?" you cringe at her confession and move to look at her foundation-stained cheeks and dark-smudged eyes

you motion for her to stand and she reluctantly does, you walk into the bathroom and she drags herself to follow. you crouch and dig in the cabinet until you find unopen soap and start tearing the paper coverings

you held it under the warm water of the sink before suds started sliding down your wrists, you spun around and she flinched when you brought your fingers to her face

"I'm just gonna wash your face, it'll be less itchy" you reassure and she nods

your fingers rubbed onto her cheeks, moving up onto her eyebrows before delicacy going over her eyes. the bubbles clouding her face quickly turned tan and black as the makeup came off smoothly.

"don't open your eyes yet." you ordered as you reached for the washcloth and soaked it in the warm water, turning back to her you swiped it against her until the soap was cleared

"can I open them?" "yes." you guided her back to the bed and to your colorful bag as you dug through products

"you can sit, these are the last couple of things..." you said as you pulled the wipes from their cushiony packaging. moving back to her you climbed on the bed as she closed her eyes. rubbing the wipe on her lashes to collect the last bits of mascara, you struggled to find a good position to keep still

"hold on- I just-" you mumbled as you tried to move comfortably before having your knees on either side of her lap without fully sitting on her, her hands gripped your hips instinctually and her soft fingers kept you put.

her eyes were still shut as she waited for you to continue and you snapped out of your haze and moved back to her lashes

"last step" you whispered against her as your arm stretched back to grab the mini bottle of lotion you kept

you massaged it into her face as her eyes got more droopy by the second, relaxing into your hand as you swiped the cream into her pores

her skin glowed, thankful for the hydration and you were tempted to stay put but ultimately moved up to start packing your things away

her eyes fluttered open as you zipped and clipped the bag onto your belt

"goodnight, katniss" you said before she smile and nodded back at you

an: YOU GUYS! we hit 500 followers! I can't believe this and I'm so happy and grateful for each and every one of you!! mwah mwah mwah! annnnd..this is the first time I'm writing for any other character that isn't finnick! I hope you guys liked it! <333

Can I request Dom jann x fem reader smut? hehe I'd imagine him whispering and prasing oh my lordd

Begging For It | Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader

Summary: the requests, basically

Warning: SMUT, if you're not +18 go away, prising, dirty talk, porn without plot, cursing, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: You all are really dragging me to hell with you, aren't you? Here it is, I hope you enjoy it (but not too much 🤨) and I'm sorry that it's so short.

"That's it, moan into that pillow." His hot breath was close to your ear. Too close even. His lips were gracing over your right ear as he spoke to you while you continued to helpless whine into the pillow of your bed, tightly gripping your sheets.

"Shh, baby." His hand ran over yours, gripping the sheets on your bed with you. "You're going so well, taking me so well- God you're so fucking tight." You cried out at his prises.

You've been going at it for hours, the man really had an amazing stamina. And every single time that you thought he would slow down, he surprised you. He didn't slow down, if everything he was getting faster and faster, harder and harder. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure was overwhelming and you were feeling very overstimulated.

Tears were streaming down your face as he took you from behind, leaving trails of his hot, wet kisses down your spine. His hand started to slide up to your hair and soon enough you felt him grip into your hair as he slowly lifted your red face from the pillow.

"You gonna be good and take what I give you?" He kissed your salty tears away as his hot, bothered breath caressed your face.

The only thing you could do is slowly nodd, overwhelmed with burning pleasure. He showed your face back in the pillow as he kept a tight grip around your neck with one hand. His other hand held onto your ass cheeks as he continued to mercilessly thrust his hips into you.

"Ah- I'm gonna-" You shout into the pillow was followed by another pornographyc moan as he continued to roughly slam into you.

"Go ahead." He growled to you, leaning down towards your face. "Gonna be a good little girl and take everything I give. Yes, of course you will because you are so fucking needy and desperate, aren't you?"

You could feel the bubble in your stomach bursting as you came so hard, it almost hurt. Despite that, he continued to ram into you as he chased his own release. And soon enough, he came crushing down along with you. For a while, the two of you were just laying there, him on top of you. As he pulled out of you, you could feel the mess that the two of you made leaking out of you.

Out of nowhere, he quickly turned you around. Hovering above you. He slowely leaned down to your ear and as you still tried to catch your breath he whispered slowly to your ear.

"I hope that you know that we aren't even CLOSE to being done."

I MISS YOUR WRITING !!

I'm sorry!! Writer's block is a bitch!😭😭😭

Hi can I request another jann rozmanowski x fem (Figure skater reader) Where Jann is jealous of another figure skater talking/flirting with the reader? Really love your work!

Pair Skating | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (figure skater!reader)

Summary: Jan didn't have any problem with you switching to pair skating because of your injury... until he does.

Warning/s: a bit of jealously, PDA, mention of injury, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Here it is! Finally!! So sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for your kind comment!🤗❤️

It was hard for both you and Jan at first.

For as long as you rememberd you were always skating solo. Alone. You were one of the best known figure skaters in the world. You won many titles and there were were few people who didn't know your name. Loved and known by many, adored by many, admired by many, envied by many.

Your flexibility, speed and durability are the qualities that got you were you are right know. You were doing it alone and you were doing it good. Amazing even. You could always hear people whispering around you everywhere you went. Leopard, thay called you. Your ability to be fast and strong got you that nickname. And just like leopards, you traveled alone.

But even the best animals in the wilderness have their downs. On one gloomy Saturday morning you were injured during your trainings. You didn't see it coming, nobody did, truth to be told, but it happened. So fast.

You were quickly transported to the nearest hospital and your twisted ankle was at bay.

Jan, your boyfriend, almost had a heart attack. He was in Poland at that time and you knew that not even your convincing words would stop him from taking the plane and flying off to you.

At first it all went fine. Your ankle was recovering pretty quickly and you accidentally felt great. You could stand on your own again and you could walk around normally again. Very soon, you could even run! It was too good to be true. You felt like you were ready to step back onto the ice and your trainer agreed, but on one condition. For the time being, you had to switch to pair skating.

It wasn't going to be for forever! Your trainer insisted on it for your own safety. Until you were completely healed and back in your old condition. You didn't mind it at all! It was perfect. You didn't have to be all alone and you would feel safer with completely healthy skating partner. You weren't the one who had any problems with it. It was Jan who didn't really like the idea of it.

Don't get it wrong here, he actually loved the fact that you would be safe, especially considering your current state because of your injury. He loved the excitement and enthusiasm that you showed every time that was brought up in the conversation. Jan loved the idea of it, actually. Until he didn't. More precisely, up until your new skating partner decided that it would be a good idea to flirt with you.

Jan wasn't someone who gets jealous easily. He came to your training sessions every time you invited him. He was fine with your new skating partner, Liam, and you doing a bit more mature programs and everything. He didn't mind the touches, the holding, the closeness, he was pretty sure that he wouldn't even mind if you just had to kiss Liam because of the performance. Why? Because he trusted you completely and he knew that that would never change. He even had the trust in Liam to not make any moves on you up until one day.

You called Jan to pick you up after your practice because your car was taken by your parent for a day and so you didn't have a way to come home. Jan was delighted to come and get you. He walked into the building, security guard recognized him and let him in. He was walking down the hallway towards the training room.

The moment he walked in he could see you both. Liam and you were talking to each other as you drank your water totally obvious to Liam's pathetic attempts to flirt with you. Jan slowly started to walk towards the two of you, not realizing that he was even moving before he reached you.

"Hello, Liam." Jan greeted with the fire in his eyes as he slung his arm over your shoulders. Liam eyed him a bit, his whole face just radiating "annoyed". Despite of that, he greeted Jan back and continued to mindlessly flirt with you in front of him. You didn't realize what was going on as the conversation kept going. However you could guess what was up as Jan started to touch you in front of Liam more. It started out as him slowly pulling you towards him, then wrapping his arms around you and finally he started to kiss the back of your neck.

"I think it's time to go, my love." Jan spoke up after few more minutes, you still in his arms as he turned to Liam.

"Liam." He nodded at him before pulling you away, but not before kissing you passionately, roughly even, as you exited the training room. Jan was very aware of Liam angrily staring at his back as he took your breath away with the kiss. He couldn't help but to smirk at the thought of it.

"What was that all about?" You asked him as you walked down the hall, holding hands. Not like you weren't aware of what happened, but you just wanted him to say it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He told you, innocently, but you knew better. One thing was for sure. You weren't going to give up on this.

"On you know." You started to explain, clearly teasing him. "The touches, the neck kisses and that kiss you gave me just a minute ago."

"Oh, that." He stuttered a bit. "It was nothing."

"You were jealous." You finally said it, smirking at the blush on his cheeks. "Weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't." He immediately denied it and your suspicion was 100% confirmed.

You placed both of your hands on his face as you gave him a sweet kiss, nothing similar to the passionate, hungry, even lustful one that he gave you in front of Liam.

"Oh my God, you are SO jealous!"

"No, I am not!!"

I MISS YOUR STORIES!!!

I'M SORRY 😭😭😭😭

I have been so busy lately, I didn't have any free time. But now I have finally found some and I am going back to writing. I will be going through all of the requests now, no matter how long it took. Have a good day/night!☺️

Hi darling how are you?

Hi!

I'm doing great, thank you for asking. How are you, dear? 🤗

would you ever write for kris <3

Hi! I can't believe that I finally found time to answer anon requests. I'm so sorry that I couldn't do it earlier, but I was so busy I practically didn't have any free time. But I'm happy to say that I will try to get around every request.

To answer your question, dear anon, I don't see why not! Sure, I would love to. If you still have an idea, feel free to send a request. Have a great day/night!🤗❤️

*Loki, Y/N and Thor watching Odin disappear into the wind*

Y/N: *Starts coughing*

Loki: *Concerned* are you all right?

Thor: Are you crying? It's o-

Y/N: I think I was standing in the way of your father and I accidentally snorted some of him.

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tell me lies is the fic you looking for!! sad that is been on hiatus

Hey! Thank you so much for your help! I dope you have a wonderful day/night.❤️

So I read this amazing fic. The reader was a football player and was transferred to PSG and had to play with Kylian Mbappé and the rest of the team. Plus, the reader and Kylian kind of hate each other at the beginning, but later on they realize that they like each other. That all started when the reader had a accident with the eye during the game and he took care of it and all that. I read it a while ago and now I can't find it. SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASEEE!!

Ona | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing: Bojan Cvjetićanin x reader

Summary: Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, mention of mental breakdown, maybe one curse word, bad breakup.

Author's note: Here is one for out golden retriever beautiful boy. I hope that you enjoy this one! Feel free to send in requests if you want me to make something specific with him. Oh and, btw, here is the translation for this amazing song. Your welcome. 😉

It was so bright out there, it started to hurt your eyes a little bit. You were standing somewhere in the middle of the crowd watching the love of your love. The love of your life... that you decided to let go because you felt like you weren't good enough.

You were attending yet another Joker Out's concert, but it felt different this time. Maybe because Bojan and you weren't together anymore.

Joker Out was here, in Croatia's capital city of Zagreb. This was the next stop for their concert. This is where the two of you met. Right here in Zagreb on a hot, sunny day in a crowded city. In your hometown. In the breathing country where you were born and raised in.

So here you were. In your hometown where Joker Out was performing. The first time that you heard that they will be performing in Zagreb, it felt like someone punched you in the stomach. But then you felt something different, you felt the need to see him again. Even if he doesn't take a notice in you as you stood in the middle of the crowd that was dancing and singing along. So you decided to go.

The moment that they stepped onto the stage you felt like you would cry. You missed them all so much. You somehow found the strength deep in your soul to look at Bojan. And so you did. He was just so gorgeous. He looked even better then when he did on the day that you left him (Lana Del Rey anyone? No? Okay...). He still had long hair, he was tall and just oh, so handsome. You noticed one thing however, his playful and mesmerizing, so radiant, smile or his playful smirk wasn't pressed onto his face like it always was. It worried you, truly. You watched as they got in their possession and as Bojan took the microphone.

"So... for the first song I will be singing something that hasn't been released just yet." He spoke in Serbian (it's actually very similar to Croatian, you know?) as he watched the crowd go wild with excitement as they claped and shouted and screamed with pure joy, with pure excitement.

"This song is also very special to me." He said, his voice was deep as he looked down in what seems to be sadness.

"It's about a very special person about who, I hate to admit it, I didn't get over and I don't think that I ever will." He paused for a moment so he could take a deep breath so he could continue to speak. "I met her right here, actually. In the beautiful Zagreb a year ago and I can honestly say that I fell for her harder then I ever did for anyone." The crowd was cheering, screaming, in excitement as Bojan introduced Joker Out's unrelated song.

"This one is for her." He said as the rest of the bend slowly started to play the chords. You felt your last bit of your breath leave your lungs as you felt tears pricking in your eyes, your vision getting blurry. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think.

But once he met your eyes deep in the crowd, where you stood, just as he started to sing, you felt like you were going to collapse.

Hodam opet njenom ulicom

Brutalno se vuče otkad nisam više s njom

Stanem ispod njenog prozora

Jedna njena senka da me spasi očaja

Bojan was walking around the dark cornered alley in the middle of the night. It must have been midnight by now. As he walked, he could see his breath in the cold of the Zagreb's winter, cold night. As he watched his breath become visible in the cold, dark night, he found himself pulling his dark coat closer to himself. It was truly a good attempt to keep himself from freezing.

Before he knew it, he found himself walking along the familiar road. The road that he walked along too many times to count, but right now, he was all alone. He looked up so he could be met face to face with the moon. It was shining so brightly in the middle of the dark night's sky. It was staring right at him, it seemed like it was mocking him. It was mocking his heartbreak and his loneliness. It was mocking him.

Suddenly, as Bojan looked down, he felt like the last breath was knocked out of his lungs. You were skipping along the frozen road, your steps quickly increasing as you went towards your apartment.

He felt like a staker, even though he wasn't one. He slowely started to go after you, something was pulling him towards you. That invisible pull was there again, just like it first appeared when he saw you for the first time.

After a while, you finally came into your apartment. You leaned against the window with a heavy sigh. Bojan could see you from the street and as he watched you he felt like he was suffocating.

Bojan loved you. You know what? Scratch that. He loves you. He longs for you. He wants you to be safe and as he watched you quitly from down below, he once again exposed his pain for the Croatian girl to the moon. To the moon, to the darkes and the cold winter in the middle of the street.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo

Jedna poruka i via more

Snegovi u avgustu sad po meni padaju

Dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore

It felt like it was a good day. Truly. Bojan and you went out to get lunch and to explore the city. You were just hanging out together and it felt so good to do it. However, all good things have to come to an end.

Bojan didn't expect it at all. It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Out of nowhere, just when you think the day is going to be beautiful, and it hit hard. Really hard. In fact, it hit so hard it hurt.

"I'm sorry, Bojan. I really don't want to do this, but I think it's for the best if we break up."

That was it. Bojan could still remember those words echoing in his mind even though you never said them out loud. You told him this through text messages and maybe that's why it hurts even more than it would if you told him that to his face.

You loved him so much. You still love him so much that it hurts. Joker Out was starting to be a big band that has so much potential, and with that came so much more fame. You just didn't want to be in the way. You felt like you weren't good enough for him. You felt like he could do, and deserves, so much better than you. You were so happy with him, in fact, you were happier than you have ever been. But you didn't want to be in the way. So you made a hard choice.

Nobody could ever know, nobody could ever describe the pain, suffering and all that misery that you felt that day. That miserable feeling you felt when you pressed that little "send" button on your phone. As you watched the message being sent, you cried so much that it felt like you were going to collapse. After that you cut all of the contacts with him.

It was for his own good, that's what you told yourself. It's what you always told yourself as you broke down in the middle of your bedroom floor.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Bojan felt like a part of his soul was ripped away from his body as he read that message over and over again. He cried so much it started to hurt. He has never felt this way before. He hated to admit it, but he has never loved anyone as much as he loves you. It was intoxicating, but most of all it was painful and infuriating.

It lasted too long. Jan didn't know what to do anymore. Bojan just kept on crying, he was crying for so long, in fact, it was already dark outside. Jan was afraid that something was going to happen to him if he doesn't do something. And quick. It looked like Bojan wasn't breathing anymore. His broken soul didn't allow him to take a break, even just so he could breathe.

So Jan panicked and before he knew it, he was calling you up. He watched Bojan from the other room as the grip on his phone tightened. He found himself silently begging you to pick up your damn phone and answer him.

And so you did. After the millionth ring and after about two hundred messages later. You picked up the phone.

Jan told you everything. You were crying before he called you and it took everything in your power to not break down while being on the phone call with Bojan's band mate and your friend. You were practically kicking yourself for your decision, but there wasn't much that you could do.

From that day on, Jan tried everything in his power to get you two to at least meet. And for the first time, in a very long time, he succeeded. He managed to convince you to come to their concert.

In the city where you met.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Ubija me

As Bojan sang the last few chords of the song, he never broke the eye contact. You felt a few tears betraying you as they ran down your cheeks. Before you knew it, you found yourself whispering the words for which you barely found the strength to say.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene." You said, practically out of breath. It felt like you were kicked in your stomach as he continued to hold your gaze. You felt more tears as you found yourself repeating the words you just said.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene..." You couldn't do this to yourself anymore. You couldn't do this to him anymore. It was too much. The pain and suffering was getting out of hand.

You had to fix this.

I MISS YOUUUU ❤️

Awwww!!! I really miss writing, too. The school is just killing me right now, ut I'm really trying to find some spare time to write. I'm really excited for you guys to read what I wrote. Love you!❤

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

please never stop talking passionately about the things you love

I need more Jann x reader.

Like reader being fashion designer and u know they are talking and all and like each other.

Like write whatever you want just those things include pls

The Muse | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (fashion designer!reader)

Summary: Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, short fic

Author's note: This one was long overdue, but it's finally here. I'm sorry that it's too short, but I do hope that you like it! Enjoy!

You were surrounded by mess. But, just to humor yourself so you could feel a little bit better about your situation, you loved to call this kind of mess a "creative/organized mess". Like I said, it made you feel a little bit better. So now, as you looked around the room you were currently in, you couldn't help but to sigh in exhaustion.

You were answering phone calls and writing your ideas and drawing sketches for your newest designs. You were just so swarmed with work, you didn't even have time to go out sometimes. So yeah, you could say that your social life was nonexistent.

It didn't help you when your boss practically broke down the door as he barged in your office. He told you that he had a new job for you and at first you felt like you seriously wanted to murder yourself. You had enough stuff to do as it is and you were really hoping that nothing was going to pile on. Guess you were wrong.

But on the second thought, you didn't find your new task to be as bad as you thought that it would be once you finally found out what was going on. Your newest task/job was to design a special costume for a possible competition in Eurovision song contest 2023. You already got the person's measurements and you even got the pictures along with the measurements and everything else that you could possibly need.

Later that day, the moon was already hight up in the middle of the sky and it felt like it was there just so it could mock your tiredness from work. With another heavy sigh and a cup of coffee in your right hand you slouched down on your chair by your desk in the office. You placed the cup of coffee on the table and started to open your files. You opened the file about your newest costumer. More precisely, you were looking for the pictures your boss gave you along with the folder.

It was safe to say that it felt like your last breath was knocked out of your lungs. The guy for whom you were supposed to design the costume for Eurovision song contest was bloody handsome. No. That was too weak of the word to express his looks. He was gorgeous. Even that was barely enough. He was tall as heck and his eyes were so hypnotizing, it enchanted you. His hair was long, darker brown, and it was perfectly falling onto his shoulders. You flipped throw some of the pictures and you got an idea. The way that he was looking fight into the camera, it did something to you. It felt as if he was staring right into your soul. On that photo he was also wearing eyeliner and that's what gave you the idea. The dark, hypnotizing look with few drops of liquid eyeliner.

You quickly grabbed your pencil and your sketchbook, placing the photos and his measurements in front of you as you threw yourself into your work. You started to draw the mannequin first. Then you started to draw the design for the costume. You started out with plain leather jacket and leather jeans. You decided that everything should be black. After you had that, you started to think of the way to make it stand out.

And that's when you rememberd something. You could just use something silver. At first you thought about putting jewelry on the costume, but you didn't want it to stop there. You picked up your pencil once again after taking a few, well more than a few, laps around your office. You took your sketch book, too, and you started to draw silver chains all over the costume.

You looked out of your window as you drew the last line on the costume and noticed that sun was slowly rising. You quickly grabbed a mannequin and some fabric and chains, and basically everything that you needed as you continued to work on it. After two hours your work was finally done.

The next day you were on your way to the studio where Jan Rozmanowski was supposed to meet you and was supposed to try on the costume for the first time. You carried the costume out of your car after you paked it not that far away from the entrance of the studio. Then you started to walk in through the door. You took the first turn to the left, just like you were told to do and there he was in all his glory.

You thought that he looked even better in person and once his eyes found yours you felt like there was no air in the room for a few seconds.

"Hello." You greeted him, a little bit nervously. "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I'm a fashion designer that had to design the clothes for your performance."

"Hi!" He greeted you cheerfully as he approached you to give you a hug, that took you a bit off guard, but you were happy to return the hug none the less. "So nice to meet you, I'm Jan Rozmanowski or just Jann."

After the introduction and everything, you gave him the costume so he could try it on. Luckily, it fit perfectly.

Over the time, you would come to his performance and you would talk after, but not just about the clothes or the performance or about that. You were talking about all the personal stuff. You were talking to each other like you knew each other forever. It was silly truly, but you felt like you were slowly but surely falling in love. You really liked him and you were hoping that somehow he liked you more than a friend, too.

Jan would buy you a bunch of your favorite flowers as a thank you for everything that you did to help him. He would call you to get coffee with him. He also always, no matter what, invited you to his every rihursal, every gig, every performance. And you were always there.

After he found out that he will be presenting Poland in Eurovision he got so excited that, as soon as he could, he jumped down from the stage and kissed you.

Soon enough you started to date. You were his inspiration and he was yours, too. You were deeply in love with your muse.

Joker Out are so real for this 😌💚

YES YES YES TO THE BOJAN FIC! i would love to see more writing about him 😍😍

I have an idea for the fic. Been listening to Demoni album and got ✨️inspired✨️. Sadly, it will have to wait for a little bit because I'm working on Jann requests right now, but the time will come for him, too. I do hope that you enjoy it once it comes out, and hopefully, you won't have to wait for it for too long.☺️

Am I allowed to request an ask for Damiano about his SO being taken advantaged of by an ex a few years before they started dating so when she tells Dami he shows her what a first time was and is supposed to look like

Only of your comfortable with this tho

How It's Supposed To Look Like | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like.

Warning/s: Mentions of abuse and SA - read at your own risk, smut (but like not very explicit), alcohol problems, mentions of fights, bruises and cuts, crying, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, very short fic (sorry) 😔

Author's note: So this is kind of the first time that I am writing this, so I don't know if it's any good. However, I do hope that you enjoy this. Thank you for the request and have a good day/night!

It was always hard for you to show much affection after what happened to you. It felt like forever since it happened, but at the same time it felt like it didn't. It felt like it was yesterday or two days ago the most.

You met your ex in a classic way. You were in a bar, dancing with your friends when you met him. He charmed you and you felt like everything couldn't be more perfect. Until it wasn't. You were dating him for 2 years and after the first year he started to get abusive. You never expected that from him. He was always so sweet and kind and gentle with you. You thought that he could never bring you any harm. You were wrong, sadly.

At first it was yelling. He would pick up a fight from nothing at all, but he was just so angry all the time and he needed to take his anger out. You just never expected it to be taken out on you. Then he started to drink more. He would come home from work and yell at you for nothing or he would come home drunk and pick up more endless fights. But then it started to get worse. He didn't stop at just shouting or yelling or getting drunk and constantly picking up fights. He started to physically abuse you.

As you remember this, as you talk to Damiano about this for the first time in forever, you could still remember the bruises and cuts as you spoke about it.

You could still remember how he would beat you up after he came home drunk. There were points of your life where you had to try to fight back, but couldn't. There were points in your life where you would run as fast as you could and quickly locked yourself up in another room. You remember times when you were violently shaking and crying as you listened to him as he tried to break down the door behind which you were hiding. You remember praying to whoever heard you to keep you safe, to keep you alive. Because there were times when you were afraid that he would kill you.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying as Damiano heard you say this. He held you, as you trembled and shook and cried. He tried to contain his own tears and heartache as he listened to you opening up about it for the first time.

The day after, he would come running back to you and beg you for forgiveness. He would tell you that he loves you. You knew better. You knew that it was a lie, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't escape.

You remembered the days where you would be standing in front of the bathroom mirror for hours, trying to cover up the mess he made out of you every day. Nobody noticed anything, nobody heard anything. Nobody knew anything.

Until one night when he came home more drunk than usually. That night he forced you to do something you really didn't want to. As you rememberd this moment, you could still hear your bloody screaming. You could still feel your body trembling. You could still remember that empty feeling, full of sadness, full of hopelessness.

This was it, you thought to yourself, he is going to kill me tonight.

You never felt such, dare you say relief in your life. You felt like you were finally saved when the cops started to bang on the door. Your neighbor, a nice elderly man, heard your screams that were trying to be silenced by your ex, and called the cops.

"I don't know what to say." Damiano said as you finished talking. "I can't find the words to say how sorry I am that that had to happen to you, amore."

"It's fine." As you said that, your voice raspy from crying, you felt Damiano shake his head against you, but you continued to talk. "Nobody can do anything about it anymore." You said, bud Damiano didn't agree.

"We'll see about that." Damiano said as he turned to look at you and he found you looking at him in confusion. "We can try to do it if you want to." You looked at him in shock for a brief moment.

"Of course, we don't have to, we don't need to do it if you don't fell 100% ready." Damiano quickly explained as you listened to him speak. "But if you want to, I can show you how much I love you and how you deserve to be treated. He was an idiot to do that to you. I can show you how it's supposed to feel like. If you want me to."

For a brief moment you were speechless, but you realized that you want to try. You realized that you want to give yourself to him because he truly loves you, and is so patient with you and doesn't rush you into anything.

And so you agreed.

The rest of the night was spent with passion and, most importantly, love. He was stopping every few seconds at first, constantly worrying if you were all right and if you wanted to stop and if you were comfortable. You felt like you could cry from happiness. You loved him so much your heart was hurting you.

He was so gentle with you, whispering prises to you all night long, kissing every single inch of your body. He was making you fall in love with your body and with him all over again, and you loved him more than anything for it.

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Thinking of making Bojan Cvjetićanin fic!

I might actually have an idea for it right now, too. But I don't know if anyone would be interested. I might just try to write one for fun, plus I practically don't see any and we can't have that.