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scribblecake · 2 years ago

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Izogie: I can't fucking believe I have to share my office! I swear whoever they are, they better not be some mouth breathing idio-

Y/N: *walks in*

Izogie: *sweating* OH NO SHE'S H O T

Professor!Izogie x Professor!Reader Headcanons

A/N: had this in the drafts for a while and decided to write it up while I can’t sleep in this sketchy ass motel in the Bronx �� (I fucking hate nyc I’m just here to see the lion king on Broadway and family😭)

Inspo: the idea of Izogie giving a lecture is MMMUAH chef’s kiss 😚 🤌🏿

Taglist: @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @gr00vyminibus @xenaizogie @scribblecake @blkbinz @blacksapphhicmaddonna (my bad if I missed you it’s literally almost 6am and I’m running on 4 hours of sleep)

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Prof!Izogie that watched as your office belongings were being shoved into her already limited office space in disbelief by construction workers. The west wing of the university was undergoing renovations, but she didn’t know that her workspace would be affected since she was located in the east wing. Slamming her laptop shut and forced to pause grading history essays, she quickly typed in her boss’s number to complain.

Prof!Izogie who was being given a half-assed explanation to why the university was being so unprofessional and inconveniencing her when you walked in with a loose leaf paper note in hand telling you where your stuff had been relocated to. She stopped mid-complaint to see you for the first time ever. And you looked hot. Not in a good way for her though, in a “there’s no fucking way I’ll get a damn thing done with you around” way. And that was the first of many things that irked her about you from that point forward.

“Ahem, excuse me, Miss, I’m on the phone.” She cleared her throat and looked away before you could notice her checking you out.

Usually, your manners would serve you in this situation, but you just power-walked from one end of the university to the other with a flimsy notice of your unexpectedly relocated belongings in hand. Not an email was sent or discussion was had with you about this abrupt change, and you weren’t too keen on sharing such an already small space either. So pardon you if you had a little sass in your tone as you spoke with your new officemate.

“Well, my things are somehow in your room instead of mine, so you’re excused.”

Prof!Izogie who’s eyebrows jumped to her hairline at your clipped tone. Why were you speaking to her as if she was the one that wanted you here? And who were you to catch an attitude with her in her own space? Her boss hung up the phone, claiming to have a meeting that was more important than this conversation, and left her to deal with you and your disgruntled attitude.

Prof!Izogie who silently watched as you walked over to your side of the room and assessed the messy pile of belongings that the construction workers plopped on your new desk. Her gaze glided over your attire and studied how you moved: button-up shirt. long jeans. short, manicured nails. Locs up in a messy bun.

Prof!Izogie who’s mind ended up wandering to more distracting thoughts. The button-up shirt covered your backside, but as you bent forward to organize your desk, it slowly rose up to reveal the bottom curve of your—

A slam of your desk drawer dead-ended the risqué path her brain was trekking. Your frequent huffs and puffs of frustration filled the room and subsequently added to her own. Her fingers tapped against her laptop, itching to cut the tension in the air by at least half. She decided to do so, as the constant shuffling and annoyed sighs were grinding on her last nerve.

“I just got off the phone with my boss about this arrangement. I’m assuming you’re one of the science professors that was kicked out of their room?” She said as she got up from behind her desk, languidly strolled to the front of it, and leaned against it with her arms crossed.

You rolled your eyes at her question that had an obvious answer without turning around to face her.

“No, my room wasn’t small enough for me, so I decided to just move to yours.” You snarkily replied, plopping your half-graded project assignments on your cleanish desk and turned around to face her. The view of her leaned back so nonchalantly against her desk caught you off-guard.

She was hot: Black-rimmed glasses. Black turtleneck tucked into gray striped dress pants. Gold necklace that rested atop her bosom. Her long sleeves were tight around her arms, outlining her toned biceps underneath. Her presence almost made you dizzy.

Prof!Izogie who noticed the atmosphere shift as your gaze slightly softened and a few lines smoothed out from between your eyebrows. She caught the quick scan you gave her in an eye flick you thought was subtle. Blood slightly rose to the surface of her skin, but she remained poised under your gaze.

Prof!Izogie that introduced herself to you, making sure to slow down at her name, as people often got the pronunciation wrong. Her ears tingled as you repeated her name back effortlessly, accompanied with the accent that her name originated from and all. And that’s how she knew she was in trouble. If her name kept rolling off your tongue like that, she’d have to hand in her two-weeks notice today; her work performance would plummet at this rate.

Prof!Izogie who felt her chest flutter at how pretty your name sounded as it fell through your lips. This professor hears her name being called everyday in and outside of the classroom, and she learns new names everyday herself. But somehow hearing your name, and hearing her name from you has her beside herself in a way she couldn’t comprehend.

After you exchanged short, but awkward introductions, you sat at your desk and took out your laptop. The second the email app appeared on the screen upon it powering on, you typed away at an email draft to your students to let them know of your office change.

Half-way through the email, you could still see her looking at you at the top of your peripheral vision. Your hands started to slightly shake, overshooting keypads and hitting the wrong letters. Her ability to make you this nervous despite only meeting each other for the first time ten minutes prior chipped at your ego. You huffed.

“So you’re a history teacher, right?” You asked, hoping that small talk would calm your nerves.

“Yes. I teach in room 207 on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” She replied.

“What kind?”

Prof!Izogie as her shoulders and back straightened a bit more as she stated “The History of Kingdoms in Benin” — her favorite class to teach. Only for them to slightly deflate when you replied with an unimpressed hum. Her eyebrow quirked in disbelief at the lack of interest to what she said. Her expertise in the subject was usually met with “Oooh, sounds intriguing” and “Wow, tell me more about that!” from her colleagues. Especially the ones who had little crushes on her.

Prof!Izogie with a slightly bruised ego but refused to let it show as she asked you what kind of science you taught: anatomy and physiology. Basically every little thing about the body and how it works. Such a complex subject with concepts that interconnected in more ways than one, just like her history course. So why did you not find her subject just as interesting? Not that it bothered her, that’d be silly! She barely knows you.

An email chime on your computer grabbed your attention. Your eyebrows furrowed further with each line your eyes skimmed over.

“Uhm, I just got an email saying that I’ll be teaching in that same room… on the same days.” You said, rereading to make sure that was correct.

She finally moved off of her desk and took only two steps to be in front of yours. You weren’t going to deny that her towering over you was making you feel a certain way.

“At what times? Because if it’s 2:15 that can’t be—“

“It’s 2:15.”

Prof!Izogie who wanted the floor to swallow her up whole.

A/N: Part 2?

#lashana lynch #woman king #the woman king #black queer women #izogie fanfiction #lgbtq #fanfic #izogie fanfic #izogie woman king #izogie x black!reader #professor!izogie #izogie fluff

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scribblecake · 2 years ago

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reblog if you see your kink:

♡hair pulling

♡having financial stability

♡choking

♡recycling

♡bondage

♡saving the bees

♡role playing

♡having a healthy sleep schedule

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scribblecake · 2 years ago

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~Announcement~

Hey ya'll, I got some bitter news.

Let's start this off with an apology. I've teased at a massive fic drop, I haven't delivered on it yet. I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting so long.

It's gonna be posted, I swear!

However, Life bitch smacked me upside the head with a frozen codfish. And because of this, I must go on a writing hiatus for a *short* time until I can get to calmer waters. I'll still be lurkin' tho

Thank you all so much for your patience! I'll do my best to get back to posting regularly as soon as possible!

With hope, love, and care,

~ScribbleCake

#updates

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scribblecake · 2 years ago

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I'm not okay

(Season 2: Part 1)

A/N: Well, well, well... look who's back!😏

WC: 3.4k

Warnings: None.

Taglist: @masterajoy314 @mybonafidefeelings @gr00vyminibus @blacksapphhicmaddonna @xenaizogie @blkbinz @scribblecake @iinkonde @6-noir @briacreations96

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A rhythmic, robotic beep tapped her eardrums while she lay dormant and dreamless. The sterile smell of thin fabric bed sheets greeted her instead of the usual jasmine-scented candle on her bedside. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that the offensive white light that made the inside of her eyelids look red belonged to a hospital.

Izogie had been awake for a while, and the pain from her pupils rapidly adjusting to the penetrating brightness of the room was not something she wanted to deal with once she opened her eyes. So she kept them closed for the time being.

During that time, the moments she endured before losing consciousness replayed in her head like a broken record.

On security duty. A man got rowdy. Nawi kicked him out. He had a gun. So did she. She wasn’t fast enough. Izogie pushed her. Debilitating pain. Another gunshot. Nawi screaming and crying. You. Repeat.

This tragic string of events, that happened all too fast, ended in something people would call a miracle. She survived and witnessed a life that felt foreign yet familiar to her. She should be prying her eyes open and facing her life in a whole new light, taking full control of her second chance.

But her eyes remained shut and her throat sore from holding back a sob for the past ten minutes. She had an inkling feeling that her life would never be the same after this incident, and she’s terrified.

The door clicking open made her swallow the lump in her throat and force herself to relax deeper in her barrier from reality. The nurse’s voice filled the room instead of the monotonous beeps, and soon joined the voices of her loved ones.

She couldn’t bear to keep up the facade after that.

Nawi was first to see her open her eyes. The exhales of relief and joy cut off any updates her nurse had for them. Nanisca and Amenza immediately surrounded her, expressing their happiness of her survival. After they had their moment, the nurse cut back in to explain Izogie’s state.

“You were shot in the torso, but fortunately the bullet didn’t hit any organs and exited your body. You lost a lot of blood however due to having two holes in your body, so you’ve had three blood transfusions while you were unconscious.” Izogie nodded and bit her lip, trying her best to take in the information.

“You are stable now, but we need to keep you a few days to make sure you stay that way. Those are all the updates I have for you, so do you have any questions?” The nurse put her clipboard down and stared at her with a warm smile. Izogie shook her head. Her nurse gave her a sympathetic look and let her know that she was a call button away before leaving.

As the door shut, Nanisca returned to Izogie’s bedside, placing her hand on her shoulder.

“You’re on paid leave until you come back to work. Don’t rush back.” Her mentor said. Her hair was pulled back in a low-puff, and she adorned a light layer of make-up on her face. The scar she remembered cutting through her brow seemed to have moved to her lower chin instead, only lightly covered with foundation.

Though the difference in style and scar placements were different, the woman who raised her to be the woman she was today remained the same. That was true in her past life and this one.

Nanisca softly gasped as Izogie abruptly pulled her in for a hug. She returned the gesture after a few moments of hesitation and let her brightest pupil have the much needed embrace.

“Thank you.” Izogie said through a choked whisper only Nanisca could hear. The general could tell that she was grateful for more than just paid leave, so she only hummed and rubbed her back.

Once they pulled away, Izogie looked at all of them standing together and really took them in, spotting similarities and differences like the mobile game advertisements she’s bombarded with online.

“We’re… all still together in this life?” She whispered, more to herself than the women in the room. Confused eyebrows quirked up and glances were exchanged.

“What other life is there?” Nanisca asked with crossed arms.

“Do you mean past lives, Zo?” Amenza chimed in, eyes brightening at the possibility that she has had a spiritual awakening, which wouldn’t be completely wrong. Nanisca sighed and shook her head.

“Oh, Amenza, she just woke up! You can throw some cowshells down or flip some cards over after she’s in her right mind.”

While hushed bickering ensued between the two older women, the youngest one studied her mentor that lay teary-eyed in the hospital bed. She felt like Izogie had more going on than subtle delirium due to exhaustion.

Nawi chose to hang behind as her boss and manager went back to work. As soon as the door clicked shut, she turned to Izogie and leaned in.

“So who’s Y/N?” Izogie’s head snapped to her in shock. “You called her name before you passed out.”

“She’s…” But no more words followed. How could she begin to explain how she knew you as the love of her past life, from memories of a life that aligned in more ways than one with this one, yet she has never met you.

“I… don’t remember.” She settled on a lie that was easier than the truth she couldn’t make sense of. Nawi pursed her lips and nodded, sitting back again.

“I’m gonna head back to work as well,” She reached in her purse and handed Izogie her phone. “but call me when you get checked out so I can come pick you up.”

She stood up to leave, but Izogie gently grabbed her wrist. The younger looked down at her expectantly, willing to carry out whatever order she had that would make her life easier, but the next words that came out of her mentor’s mouth made her blink in surprise.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Izogie said sincerely. The last scene that played before the end of her past life was Nawi crying over her. She hoped that Nawi turned out okay back then too.

Nawi blinked back tears and thanked her for saving her life. With one last look over her shoulder, she left Izogie to her thoughts.

Taking in the stark white walls of her room, she began the comparisons to her numerous visits to the healers’ huts.

A part of her felt out of place in this modern hospital. She knew what they looked like growing up in New York, everyone does. But the bombardment of new, but ancient memories made her present reality hard to grasp.

The world has changed so much, and it’s all so overwhelming.

Her phone chimed in her hand, taking her away from her tornado of thoughts. A few texts from her co-workers – well Agojie sisters – were wishing her well on her recovery. The word must have gotten out that she finally woke up.

As she swiped the notifications away, her lockscreen revealed her and them with drinks in hand at a bar. They all wore shining grins and some of them were mid-laugh, as if they were celebrating. Her eyebrows knitted as she tried to remember what happened that day, and when it finally came to her, her heart swelled and her eyes stung.

Nanisca successfully expanded their business with a gym where they would hold self-defense classes for women, so they went out to celebrate.

A teardrop hit the screen and her thumb promptly wiped it. The phone recognized her fingerprint and swiftly granted access. Without a second thought, she went to her contacts and scrolled, more tears falling as she read off every name of her sisters that she fought alongside on numerous battlefields.

But as she reached the last letter Z, a painful pang hit her chest when she didn’t find your name. She went to sit up more, but radiating soreness shot through her abdomen and she laid back down. Painkillers could only alleviate so much.

She scrolled through three more times, then plopped her phone to the side. Sharply exhaling, she looked up at the ceiling, racking her brain of any modern recollection of you.

Nothing.

You both hadn’t met each other yet.

“But we will soon.” She murmured, slightly surprising herself. The burning sense of determination that lit up within made her confused, but it felt right. She’d just have to add that puzzle piece to a jumbled up big picture she couldn’t figure out.

Scratching her head, she started her search. All their names are the same, so yours should be too.

Scooping her phone back up, she tapped to her Instagram, hit the magnifying glass, and began typing. Profiles popped up and her hands grew clammy as she clicked on each one.

“No… Damn, no… That’s a white woman, so obviously not… Why are so many of these private?!” She groaned and put the phone down. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on the distant memories of you to see if they’d give her clues.

Instead, only faint sounds of your melodic laughter and visions of your smile graced her mind. Though those scenes weren’t the clues she was looking for, they soothed the headache that was forming from the constant strain of thinking.

The door abruptly swung open and Izogie’s eyes opened in alert. Damn, no knock?

“You, my patient, should not be on your phone.” The doctor tsked in disapproval and snatched the phone away before Izogie could protest. She put it on the bedside table then turned back to her. “You should be resting.”

Izogie instantly grew annoyed at the doctor’s lack of manners. “The injury is in my torso, not my head.” She snipped. The doctor was unaffected by her miffed attitude and continued to scribble on her clipboard.

“Your brain needs all the energy it has to direct the rest of your body to heal, so screentime will be limited for now until your discharge.” With an exasperated huff, she let her do her job.

After her vitals were checked and bandages changed anew, the doctor handed her a drink in a small styrofoam cup, “Drink up.”

The woman looked into the cup and found the liquid inside to a swirly teal and navy blue.

Naturally, she was suspicious, but the look the doctor shot her made her think twice about questioning her authority.

It was absolutely disgusting and bitter from the moment it hit her lips until the last drop hit her last tastebud in the back of her tongue. Coughing, she finally got the courage to ask what it was.

“Excuse me – cough – but what the – cough – hell was that, Dr. …?” Her eyes trailed down to the nametag pinned on her white lab coat, and a new round of coughs racked through her in shock: Dr. Raf.

Déjà vu pricked her brain like a wasp as the nametag glinted in the stale hospital light.

“Wait… it’s you!” There was no need for any more words as the goddess knew what she meant when her joyous smile broke through one of her many disguises.

“Long time no see, Izogie.” She chuckled and took off her stethoscope she sported around her neck. “Well, long time for you. It honestly felt like 2 minutes for me.”

Izogie’s eyes bulged as her suspicions were so casually confirmed.

“Is this a dream? Are you even real?” She asked in disbelief.

“No and yes!” She simply said before writing some more on her clipboard. Izogie sat up straight and gasped. The pain had gone completely.

“The drink I gave you should have you good as new by tomorrow, but you still have to stay here for a few more days to avoid suspicion.” Raf elaborated as if she was reading the warrior’s mind. “I’m already assigning your discharge now and when you feel like going back to work, request a clearance for that too.”

Lifting her hospital gown, not concerned with flashing a goddess, she tore her bandages away. The wound that was present and healing now disappeared into smooth skin. Good as new. A sigh of relief from her recovery time and pain being cut short left her as she reclined into bed.

“Raf… why do I remember things that I’ve never gone through… but I have?” Izogie peered up at Raf for the answer, half expecting her to give her a whole rundown. But it’s Raf. She simply shrugged her shoulders and iced the burning question out.

“The details aren’t important. Your past and current life memories will organize themselves neatly over the next several weeks.”

And Izogie’s frustration with this elusive goddess returned like it never left, but her memory served her to not be snarky with her.

“Where is she?” Izogie tried. The goddess scoffed and lowered her clipboard, giving her a pointed look.

“As if I’ll tell you! I’m going to be more hands off this time around since you have this wonderful thing called the internet now. Finding and being with your true love should be easier now…” She paused and rolled her eyes. “In theory.” The fake doctor started to check her vitals again while grumbling under her breath about stupid social media and how popular couples put up pathetic facades for attention and financial gain.

Izogie’s mind began to reel on how any of this was possible; she was living a normal life in New York City. A trainer and security guard at a place she loved with people she loved. Now this influx of memories from a life lived centuries ago – with an apparent soulmate she hasn’t met yet – has her world turned upside down and around.

“Okay, you’re all set, but I can practically feel you freaking out and it’s annoying me, so I’ll help you rest.” Raf said, making Izogie’s eyebrows knit in worry at what “help” meant to the goddess.

A hand hovered over the patient’s head, and before she could protest, Raf magically put her to sleep, leaving her with dreams of your warm smile and laughter.

A few days passed, slower than Izogie liked, and it was time for her discharge. After she scribbled her initials onto the release form at the front desk, she returned the pen and thanked the secretary.

As she turned back to Nawi, who was patiently waiting for her in the lobby chairs, her eyebrows raised and pivoted back around. The secretary redirected her attention to her with a soft hum.

“Excuse me, Miss? Can you tell Dr. Raf I said thank you?” Izogie requested. The elder woman’s forehead scrunched in confusion, but her warm smile remained.

“Dr. Raf? There’s no doctor here that goes by that name, sweetheart.” Strangely, Izogie didn’t feel surprised. She only chuckled and told the kind lady to not mind her before exiting through the automatic doors with Nawi.

Nawi pulled out her phone and navigated to the Uber app to request a ride. Seeing this, Izogie gently grabbed her wrist, telling her to cancel it and said the subway would be faster.

“But you need to be resting. I feel like that doctor released you way too soon.” She insisted, shooting a distasteful look back at the hospital entrance.

“Nawi, it’s fine. I’m fine. Let’s just make our way to the subway, hm?” The older one reassured her. With a sigh, Nawi reluctantly obliged and walked alongside her, keeping a close eye for any signs of discomfort the whole way to the train car.

The train was packed at this time of day as it was lunch time for those with regular jobs, so the two had no choice but to stand and hang onto metal bars.

Throughout the whole ride, each rhythmic bump on the tracks felt like they were triggering her sensitive brain for more past snippets to flood in. Small dizzy spells hit her in summation, making her grip on the pole tighter. This didn’t go unnoticed by her mentee.

The walk up to her apartment was thankfully a short one. Once they got to her door, she fetched her keys from her bag and fiddled through them.

Come on, which one was it?

A hand swiped the keys from her and found the one to her apartment. As Nawi unlocked the door, she looked at Izogie with pursed lips.

“You definitely hit your head when you fell.” She teased while opening the door. Izogie playfully flicked the back of her head on their way in.

Upon entry, the warrior was greeted with her homey jasmine scent that she’s been missing for the past few days. She breathed in the floral aroma, taking in the familiarity of her humble abode. On the slow exhale, she opened her eyes to take in the state she left her apartment on that day.

It was neat for the most part. Every corner her eyes darted to in her space, she pictured her pre-incident self going about her uncomplicated life; a creaking ceiling fan in the living room from when she tried to fix it herself when maintenance was taking too long. Her half-finished breakfast from when she was in a rush to get to work the day of the incident. Her curled up and sitting by the window, looking down at the busy street below as she’s deep in thought.

What about? She couldn’t remember.

Though she still worked with her sisters, she lived on her own in this bachelorette pad.

Nawi set her stuff down on a dining chair before she went around tidying up for her. Izogie wanted to tell her to leave it alone, but she could tell Nawi would be just as stubborn as she was in her past life about it.

Just as she plopped down on her comfortable couch, the soreness in her legs grew more prominent and she groaned; laying in bed for days after being active for as long as she could remember just doesn’t go well for her.

“I need to get back to the gym.” She grumbled under her breath to avoid a snarky response from her mentee. Languidly taking the remote and idly flipping her way through Netflix, she settled on some show about hot real estate women with petty drama.

Izogie tried to immerse herself in the show, but then one of the women fiddling with her necklace reminded her of how you used to do the same.

No matter what she did you always cut in front of her long line of thoughts, so she might as well focus on you.

Closing her eyes and letting the scenes play behind the lids, starry nights with you by her side came in through various visions. Those captivating moments switched settings, some brought a smile to her face and others brought a tear to her eye. But as each recollection compiled over another, the pressure between her temples grew.

Izogie groaned in frustration as she massaged her temples; she can’t stop thinking about you, but she also can’t think about you too hard either. Go figure.

The kitchen sink that was running for the past five minutes stopped, then shortly after, the couch shifted with Nawi’s weight.

“Is there anything else you need before I head out?” Izogie kept her eyes closed, not wanting to let her see her discomfort and irritation. The last thing she wanted was to snap on someone trying to help.

“No, I’m fine.” She stated. A sigh rang next to her.

“Izogie, please rest as long as you can. You just had a near-death exper–”

“I know!” She kissed her teeth at herself, annoyed that she snapped anyway. She lowered her tone before she spoke again. “I know. Thank you for being here and helping, but I just need some time alone to… process. I’m healing just fine, promise.”

Thankfully, Nawi didn’t take it to heart and expressed that she understood. She shortly took her leave, leaving Izogie to her thoughts once she closed the front door. She stared absentmindedly at the screen, and before she knew it, the sun was gone and the room was dark.

10:37 PM, the clock read.

“I guess it’s time for bed then.” Flicking off the TV, she headed to bed and into a slumber where she lay alone in the dreamscape.

Head rested in the pillowy grass, and eyes glued to the starry night sky.

#lashana lynch #our fates lie between lives #woman king #the woman king #black queer women #fanfic #lgbtq #izogie #izogie x reader #izogie x black!reader #izogie fanfiction #izogie woman king #izogie fanfic #izogie x black fem!reader #izogie x y/n #izogie angst #oflbl

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scribblecake · 2 years ago

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~Scribble's Masterlist~

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Requests are: Open!

Currently I'm only writing fics for The Woman King and BPWF, but I promise I'll expand my variety eventually!

Updated: 11/30/23

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~ Izogie ~

Gentle Lights, 2, 3, ✨️

Spiced Wine (18+) 🍷

~ Nanisca ~

How I've Missed You (18+) 🕊

How I've Missed You (Revised) (18+) 🕊

~ Okoye ~

Caught You (18+)

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scribblecake · 2 years ago

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Caught You~

Warnings: Suggestive content

Taglist: @iinkonde, @mybonafidefeelings, @zeezeecave, @gr00vyminibus, @xenaizogie, @blkbinz

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You sprinted out of the palace like a bat out of hell. The knowledge that if you weren’t clever, you’d be caught within minutes, sent a thrill down your spine. With feet pounding on smooth pavement, you made your way into the city. You’d hoped to lose her in a crowd.

Legs ache in protest as you push them to carry you forward. Breath came in labored heaves as you managed to leave the palace grounds, relief washed over you as trimmed topiaries gave way to bustling neighborhoods. But you dared not look back.

There was no doubt that she was still hot on your trail, ever the persistent huntress, watching your every move with hungry eyes. That was enough to send another jolt through you. So you ran on. You ran until you came to a market so crowded you were forced to stop.

Perfect

You could hide here, if only to catch your breath. Looking around, you ducked behind a stall pilled high with herbs and spices. The colorful spires of powder would do well to hide your frame. Blood rushed in your ears as you waited for a sign of your pursuer. Your abdomen twisted and warmed the longer you hid.

Seconds turned to minutes, a racing pulse calmed, breath flowed freely, and still no sign of her. Excitement coursed through you. Had you finally beaten her?

No…

As your eyes scanned the crowd for the hundredth time, a flash of deep red appeared on the far edge of the market. A bolt of energy twisted your stomach and made your heart race. She was here. Gold and red slunk through the throngs of people. Each step she took made your breath catch and your body shiver.

With legs primed to sprint again, you waited for the right moment. But it was too late. Onyx eyes locked onto your crouched frame and your stomach dropped. She found you. But that won’t stop you from making things difficult for her. You bolted.

The chase was resumed. Once again you found yourself sprinting through the streets, dodging people as you went. Frantic eyes searched for the next hiding spot. But it was all in vain. Strong arms shot out of a dark alleyway, pulling you deep into the shadows.

“Caught you~”

You let out a yelp as Okoye’s calloused hands gripped you tightly. A flush settled itself across your cheeks at the contact.

“Shall I receive my prize here? Or must I wait longer, hm?” She husked, nipping at your earlobe. Warmth pooled in your gut at her words, making your body instinctively melt against hers. Muscled arms pressed your soft form to her solid one, making a soft whimper grace the air. Though it wasn’t enough for Okoye.

Skilled fingers wrapped themselves around a slender throat and gave a light squeeze. “Use your words, zintanda.”

You’re sure your underwear was ruined by now. Between the thrill of the chase and the pressure at your throat, a throbbing ache had made itself known in your center. The excitement, the anticipation, it all led to this moment. Being caught. Being devoured. And you intended to do just that.

Twisting to face your lover, eyes trained to her smirking lips. “Haven’t we waited long enough?”

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Oh, I'm one of those weirdos that doesn't use Spotify 🥴😅

Sorry🫣

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This hurts in the best way 🥺

Black Orchid

Nomi x black fem

You've been talking to Nomi for some months and really have deep feelings for her but you can't unshake this sense thats she's hiding something. The longer she wants to keep it away from you the bigger she tears your relationship apart. Will she save it or allow you both to fully disconnect from eachother?

Will include: angst, suggestive scenes, stalker activities, this was split into two parts since it was so long all together but thats basically all for this section. Kinda proofread but its not 100% perfect

Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna @scribblecake

Alsoo!! Happy birthday to my wife <333 a thousand, million, trillion billion kisses!! 😘😘😘

She knows everything about you.

Yet sometimes, you sit and think at night. Slowly giving life to a trecherous fear that you didn't know much about Nomi herself.

She wanted to keep a few things confidential from you and you respected that but the excuses to leave for weeks, even fly over seas, and come back with a blind eye to your suppressed melancholy like nothing happened started to aggrivate you.

She couldn't have missed it, it was often hid lazily behind your polite guise when she greeted your baby. All you could do was worry and painfully ache at the thought of her going again, leaving you to keep reassuring your one year old daughter that nomi had places to be.

Sometimes you would try to pry but the way she effortlessly ushered you into another topic was astounding. Nomi undoubtedly had a shit ton of secrets and you had to confront her about them if she wanted to love and be around you as someone more than a good friend..

"I hope when you get older, you're able to tell me anything." You stroked your daughters small curls as she gnawed on her fist, she garbled incoherent sounds but her doe eyes were glued to you like she was partially listening.

Laosa was your world, your hearts capacity, your biggest reason to breathe everyday. You'd do anything for her well being and if you had to cut some certain people off, so be it.

"Ghhh.. grrrhh.." she flailed her arms and twisted back and forth as you furrowed your brows and held her hips, "What's up, hm?"

"Muh mii.." she looked at the front door and leaned against the back of your thighs while gnawing on her fist again.

"Are you saying mommy?" You smiled, fingers gliding across her stomach as she giggled aloud. Screaming in the midst while she squirmed and you eventually stopped to let laosa lay against your chest as you focused back on your movie.

You knew Laosa wasn't going to nap unless you continued rubbing her back so while you both shared a night alone in your cozy apartment, no disturbments.

A sudden knock had came. In the wee hours of the night.

You snapped your head to the door, feeling an exhausted anger draw out with your deep exhale.

"Who in the world could be at my damn door this late." You looked at your baby and carefully took her in your arms, hand coming over her ear so it could muffle your strides and anything else that could potentially wake her up. You reached the front door and squinted in the peep hole.

Feeling an eminent shock halt everything in your body like a hiccup. Nomi leaned against the wall opposite from your apartment door in a long trenchcoat. Seemingly in deep thought as she remained still and waiting.

Normally she came with a notice and during the daytime but for her to show up like this with nothing but a bag on her person was strange.

"The hell.." you mumbled, but her eyes drifted up from their initial spot on the ground, darting to the very bottom of your apartment door as she momentarily pinched her eyebrows together. Could she hear you?

".... might as well." You sighed and situated laosa on your hip as you went to open the door. Nomi's figure straightened up as the locks began moving and then the door cracked, revealing you.

She smiled faintly, mouth parting to say.

"Hey."

"Hey?" You whispered in confusion as she pushed herself off the wall and approached you just before the threshold.

"Um," she sighed shaking her head. "I should have texted you but my phone got broken during this accident so..." you furrowed your brows.

"What'd you get yourself into now." Your eyes trail up her figure as she chuckled but nothing in the world seemed funny at this moment.

"Car crash actually." You gasped softly, door widening as she glanced at the interior of your home just wanting fall inside for a good night, she returned her tired gaze to you.

"A-are you hurt?"

"Shoulder's a bit sore but I'm fine really." She assured in coaxing deep tone, making you both blend into a silence of distant cars and quiet crickets.

"Well, come in." You turned on your heel and made way for nomi to follow you as she shut the door and remained behind you like a shadow.

Even as while you carefully placed laosa in her crib, kissing her on the forehead while tucking her in a blanket that might be tugged off later in the night but for now your baby was safe and warm.

You rubbed her silky young hair and muttered a sweet affirmation into her ear before leaning up and sighing. Nomi took her bag off, eyes not leaving the resting baby girl.

"Can I kiss her goodnight."

Something inside you got effected at how she mumbled that request, almost as if she needed it.

"Yeah, I'm going to head to bed." You walked out of the room and she watched your figure retreat around the corner, afterwards walking to the edge of the crib where laosa's head laid.

Smiling softly at her little beads of hair because it reminded her of her own. She leaned down to laosa and kissed her temple. Just existing in her presence was slowly dominating her fear of being close with the people she loved.

It was scary to hold you at night and realize you were sound asleep while she stayed awake and stared at nothing. Just waiting for something unexpectant, a built in mode of survival engraved into the marrow of her bones.

It was scary to feel a plethora of things just because you smiled at her and treated her like a nice human being. Not knowing that she could change into the complete opposite.

It was scary to surrender. To allow the two most precious things in the world to possess her once idle beating heart.

But although nomi was scared, she wasn't a coward. And she'd die before abandoning the both of you. That was a commitment she agreed with internally.

Eventually she left the room quietly while shutting the door and made her way to your room, the door was cracked but she knocked anyway and when you granted her permission nomi caught you in the midst of sliding into bed.

You were silent tonight. Very concisely worded and it was one of the things on her list that were rated as torture. So as always she asked you how you felt, "are you angry with me?" You sighed and turned on your side with the cover pulled over.

"I have nothing to be angry about."

"But you are regardless." She got comfortable under the covers once she shed off her trechcoat and made her feet bare.

"Am not. Let me rest I'm tired." The agent completely disobeyed your wishes and rolled on her stomach just behind you, head looming above your ear.

"If you want to talk we can talk. You're not tired." She stated from the fact that you haven't stopped shaking your leg. Its just the thing you do when your up, but drifting between laziness.

"Nomi." You turned around as she raised her brows and tilted her head.

"Hm?"

Go to sleep. Thats what you should have said but you didn't. She grew unsure of your stretched pause, the rush of blood in her body making her wound ache but she was still as stone. Deep eyes switching between your own.

"What is it, y/n." You contemplated shortly before answering.

"How did you get in that car crash?" She then looked weirdly dull. Eyes wandering from your own to glance at something blankly.

"The person who hit me was a reckless driver. Isn't that the main cause of every car accident?" She slowly fluttered her lashes at you and furrowed her brows.

"Tell me about it?" You rise up against the headboard as she cautiously followed suit.

"Well, I was driving on my way to you actually before someone hit me from the side during a speed chase. The impact caused me to slam into the drivers door."

"And what's the condition on your shoulder?"

Nomi bit her lip and let a sort of silence stretch until she was comfortable responding back, "that's not how my shoulder got messed up."

"... can I see?" She puts a hand infront of you in a halting manner, wordlessly unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

"I got it. Let me." You offered and she was going to protest but your hands had already gently eased her own off and finished the task, having the shirt ready to be pealed back.

Your fingertips traced the bandage around the upper joint of her limb and gently pressed around, above, near the edge of her right armpit and then finally in the middle. Nomi hissed immediately, discomfort taking her feautures for a moment.

"So its right there, is it a spring, twist, bone out of place?"

"It's... more like a gun shot wound." She shrugged with one shoulder before pulling her shirt back on.

"Who shot you?!" You slightly raised your voice as she closed her eyes and pressed her index finger to her lips. Listening out for laosa's potential cries. Then she reopened them and dragged them from the bedroom door to your startled face.

"I'll make it short-"

"Make it clear." you demanded, a douse of anger that hid in your silence finally jumped into your tone. Nomi sighed.

"The police caught up with the other car, they ended up crashing with me and while I exited my vehicle.. I was blindly shot. That's all that happened, darling." You stared into her eyes, a soft frown etched into your feautures that she didn't appreciate one bit, but she believed she could fix it.

"So.. can we sleep together tonight? I haven't laid with you.." Nomi leaned closer to your body and wrapped her good arm around your waist, connecting your foreheads.

"In weeks." You take a deep breath and crossed your hands in your lap.

"Please?"

"... yeah.." you let go of it tonight, telling the inner voices in your head to shut up about the fact that you may be sensing Nomi isn't telling you the whole truth.

"That's my girl." Your bodies lower back into the bed as she welcomes you on her chest and you try you best to avoid applying more weight to her right shoulder.

Though the next morning, doesn't turn out like you expect.

You hear the television and sounds of cheesy nursery rhymes frolicking throughout the place. And there's a smell in the air, pleasant, delicious yet different from you normally whip up in the kitchen. You inhale with relief.

She's still here.

That old smile of yours started to form on your face as you turned in the pillows to lazily grin and shift your body under the duvets with gladness. Now you're eased onto your stomach and lying there undisturbed.

But suddenly the door creaked open and seeing as you're awake, you decide to easedrop.

"There. There goes your mommy all knocked out and sleeping sound, try not to wake her up yeah?" Nomi whispered as she bounced your baby girl on her hip and comfortingly let her small hand squeeze her thumb. Her doe eyes were glued to you.

"Satisfied little spy?" Laosa did a sort of wobbly nod as she squirmed on Nomi's hip and held her thumb harder. The woman raised her brows.

"Back in the living room I suppose." Nomi glanced at the lump in the sheets and quietly closed the door as you continued 'sleeping'. A short chuckle left you, fingers coming to wipe your eyes of any residue while you sat up.

Your arms dropped to bed and then flung the covers off so you could go to the bathroom and freshen up. Once you reached the living room you saw Nomi writing on a note pad while multitasking with spoon feeding Laosa.

She squished Nomi's forearm and took the spoon of baby food with a gurgle before softly falling back in the seat.

Nomi underlined a few things with haste and sensed someone approaching, eyes drifting up to the sight of you in your long gown and it made her smile, "Good morning, Darling~"

"Good morning, thanks for feeding laosa" you sighed gently was going sit on seat next to the woman but one of her arms hooked around your waist and eased you onto her lap. You parted your lips to say something and she stared up at you with faux innocence.

"You're welcome. Does that earn me a kiss?"

"Don't know?" Her arm flexed to hold you tighter and you could feel her plump lips pressing into the bare skin of your shoulder blades and neck.

"Stop being stubborn." she rasped in your ear as you shifted on her lap. Instinctively pressing back into her embrace. Nomi raised her hand to turn your chin so she could kiss you, but just as your mouths was centimeters away a wet glob landed on Nomi's temple.

She leaned back as you did aswell and gaped at the orange mess dripping down her face. Nomi shook her head and grabbed a few napkins off the table to wipe her skin. You laughed loudly while she chuckled.

"Not funny."

"Lala doesn't think mimi deserves a kiss?" You cooed at your baby and escaped from nomi to pick her up from the high seat as she giggled.

Nomi sat while looking between the both of your faces as something bright swelled within her heart. The feeling all too familiar.

"Your plate of breakfast is on the counter, I'm going to take a shower" Nomi snapped out of her trance and excused herself with fake irritation.

Once she was out of sight you did reprimand the newborn with a whisper before setting her down somewhere she could play.

The breakfast Nomi made was pretty good, she never failed a dish anyway. It tracked all the way back to the second date at her apartment when nomi cooked for you. She looked hot and whatnot while slinging an oven rag over her shoulder, shaking a pan of frying vegetables, which accentuated the muscles in her arm.

She was picture perfect, you could say.

Very relaxed, knew how to have a good time, never really jealous, made you laugh in any circumstances and she always blew the fuse out of an argument in the best ways. Nomi apologizes.

Which she never does to anyone but you. She isn't touchy either but she craves your cuddles and kisses, especially when you squish her face when you're extra happy.

The only you didn't like was her reluctantance.

Nomi could've been your girlfriend by now but everytime you brought that topic up she just steer the convo.

Solidifying your relationship despite all things you do for eachother was a pretty big step for her, one Nomi needs to grow longer legs for.

And you'd give her countless days that extended to weeks and months. But you'd be insane if you were going to continue being in the 'talking' stage with her after a year.

So the fears began to creep.

Is she playing you? Are you just an excellent hang around? Will Nomi eventually grow bored of you and.. leave?

You slowly chew on your food and make the fork meet your plate, mood soured and spoiled. You just end up wrapping it all up and putting it in the fridge before walking to the bedroom.

Your arms are placed behind you as you sit on the bed, waiting. Now you wanted to talk.

After twelve minutes went past the shower finally cut off and there was some shuffling and the close of a cabinet, then the knob twisted and she padded out with a towel around her body.

"You sneak.." Her British accent irked and attracted you at the same time while she approached your drawers.

"Whatever.. " you mumbled, Nomi payed you no mind until she glanced back.

".. Mind if I burrow some clothes?" You shrugged as she turned back and fished out some comfortable clothes. She discarded her towel and unfolded the pair of sweats to pull it over her legs and pulled a t-shirt over her head.

You looked elsewhere the whole time until a presence could be felt dipping into the mattress, a hand took your idle one and interlaced their fingers.

"You're silent again." Nomi searched for an explanation in your body language that your mouth wasn't going to give right away.

"I want to talk this time." You utter.

Nomi nibbles on her lips, "About what, I'm all ears."

"About how I feel," Nomi hummed as she examined you from head to toe.

"Go on?" her lips pinched into a straight line as you were getting ready to respond.

"I want to know more about you." You stood strong yet you felt like dissapearing due to her deep stare.

"Im very private you know that, you also know.. enough darling, what's the real issue." She furrowed her brows.

"The real issue is.. your enough, isn't my enough. Look, I won't beat around the bush.. you've been keeping me in the dark for a while." You pressed. She scratched her brow slowly and dropped her free hand in her lap.

"If that's how you feel-"

"And I do?" You state, tone defensive. You shimmered your hands back for yourself.

"You make me worried sick? I— I can't keep any tabs on you whatsoever, I don't know what your job profession is, where you dissapear off to, I don't even know your schedule which I always stay considerate of no matter how odd it is.. and how it may be eating into my time." you breathe in deeply.

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you got shot?"

"Y/n-" your hands then jab at your chest.

"As your...... hell I don't even know what am to you at this point but I'm pretty angry at the possibility that you may be keeping some huge secrets from me while I expose my whole life to you?"

"Y/n you know how important you are to me?"

"Do I? What's our status, why am I special?"

"Your my.. " soul mate. Nomi didn't think she could say that to you, every time her toungue fell limp and her jaw clenched. She loved you more than you could imagine but knew where admitting to it would get her. She felt unworthy of you. Prohibited and Insecure.

The way she lived glued her to this mindset.

Your shoulders dropped.

"Exactly. I can't bring myself to play pretend the next day when my heart's still sore from the twisting it did each time you left. Giving that same explanation of work," you groan, "its like I always make time for you but you don't make enough time for me... I'm doubting if what I'm trying to do is right.."

"And what is that?"

"Trying to gain your trust. Your reassurance. I mean we are getting to know eachother so we can potentially be together... but you obviously haven't felt that close with me yet so you have the obvious option Nomi..."

"Don't.. do that." She glared, you couldn't be insinuating that. And the way her name came out of your mouth wasn't soothing her like usual.

"Then tell me what I should know, from the moment we first met." You lay out your request on the table while Nomi sits deep in thought for a proper response back. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't realize you feeling this way, she always knew.

But the last thing Nomi wanted was for you to leave her for it. She just needed more time, but now the hourglass had finally ran out.

"You want," with a pounding heart.

"trust.. openness? fine. But If I'm speaking from the deepest part of my heart, all I ever did was try to protect you and Laosa."

"Protect us from what?!"

"Plain and simple answer?" She placed her palms infront of her as you demanded with a raising brow.

"Plain and simple."

"I work with the government."

".. Wha... I- Nomi if you're an FBI Agent you could've told me-"

"Not that type of agent." She frowned, eyes closing momentarily.

"Then.." you trailed off. Nomi crossed her arms and fully turned to you, face giving confliction and compromise at the same time. This was it. If she told you, everything would change.

She'd overcome that boulder that layed atop her jurisdiction once and for all. You deserved to know.

"Nomi?"

"I'm the one that.. takes care of the criminals you thankfully haven't heard on the news. People like me take care.. of them— i-in advance."

"Oh."

"Listen-"

"Have you had to kill?" Stunned silence.

"My." You turned away.

Nomi breathes in deeply. "Its in my license, I'm finally coming clean to you about what I'm hiding and now you're shutting me out? Y/n look at me."

".. God, I can't..." You're reluctant. But a now cold hand reaches for your arm with gentleness. Light as feather and you let Nomi settle behind you with the fearful thought of a reptile slithering around your skin.

"Darling." But you snap out of it, you have too. Upon this news you feel like everything you've known about her is a lie and that all she is, is her choice of work. An agent, but thats not allNomi is. Deep down you know she's more than that.

"If only you were willing to understand." She rubbed her hands down your arms and held you firmly, feeling your deep trembles.

"Would it alleviate the weight off your shoulders if I told you all of them were really.. really bad people." She put her chin in your neck and pulled you closer than you already were, squeezing, making you slightly breathless.

"A.. life, is a life." You exhaled.

"And what is a justice?" She whispered, hold suddenly loosening. You rub down your face and look at nothing in particular. The truth. It filled you with so many emotions that you though you were prepared for but weren't. After all, this was what you wanted.

So now you must make a choice.

"Nomi." You mutter and then swallow. The agent is silent, arms still interlocked around your abdomen. She's torn in thoughts, remaining clueless about if you'll end things with her or not. Its driving her crazy.

".. Nomi." Your voice wavers and it's painful to consider the thought that leaves your throat sore in guilt.

"You need time." She abruptly pulled away from you and got off the bed, darting her burning eyes to the ground.

"When you've come to a decision... call me." Nomi states as clear she can while gathering her things.

She's gone quick and two times the door gets shut. Mimicking the breaking of your crystal glass heart.

This was best for now.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four Days.

A Thursday had never felt so.. empty. Nomi skimmed her cabinets for numerous bottles of dark liquors and sweetly bitter remedies that left her body ablaze right under her skin. She didn't grow tired often, not remembering a proper trip the bed in that span of time.

Maybe a crash on the couch every blue moon. Or a late night ride.. past your complex.

Every blue moon, though.

Nomi knew she could give into her intrusive thoughts and scoop you and laosa up. Proposing a stay at her Mediterranean and remote home while you continued to think. In her passanger seat. As long as you both were in her reach. That's all she wanted.

The agent put her hand on the car door, fingers eerily still on the handle as she pondered on it. She could do it, she really could. Your usually home this hour anyway, probably making fragrances or nurturing your baby on the lap while the TV remained on.

Desperate.

Come on, thats desperate.

Nomi clenched jaw and brought her hands back on the steering wheel, leaving the premises without hesitation and internally degrading herself on the way. She had to be patient.

Meanwhile you were in the house wondering how to contact her, as if you could send a simple text or call. But what would you say, how would you say it.. in which way would you deliver your sentiment. Should you give it a little more time and think logically rather than your heart taking all the space up in your head.

The organ told you to forgive nomi and continue loving her. To be willing to understand like she wanted. And you truly wanted to but you were scared. Images of her bandaged shoulder and how exhausted she looked with slighty sunken eyes. You couldn't bare to see her so..

Beat.

You sighed and stood up to put laosa to bed again. A sad frown etched into your features while you thought of the woman.

Tonight's dreams had mimicked your pain in distorted ways that made stubborn tears escape through your closed eyes and your heart did its familiar, agonizing turn and twist.

But as always, the sun did its usual appearance and you were still slumped in bed when a buzz from your phone had you stirring in the sheets.

Buzz

"Ugh.." you turned on your side.

Buzz

"Mtch.. shoot." You grumbled and quickly reached for your phone on the nightstand. After rubbing your eyes and blinking the blurriness away you noticed there were text messages, from Nomi.

I have to report back to work on Monday.

We need to talk soon.

Your face twisted up into an angry pout as your feet kicked in a dramatic toddler fashion. You weren't ready to face her at all, even looking at her blue text bubbles made you feel intimidated. You thought of responding or leaving Nomi on read for a minute to recollect yourself.

You chose the latter.

Today wasn't the best day to talk, you had to be at work by nine and drop laosa off to daycare, along with a ton of other things. You sighed and got out of bed to freshen up and make breakfast.

Throwing some bacon in the oven before you went into the baby room and eased Laosa out of her slumber.

Her little body was putty in your arms as you carried her to restroom and got her ready for the day aswell. She could barely sit up straight when you brought a soft brush along her scalp.

"Lala.." her eyes squinted open to your voice as she slightly perked up and then slumped again.

"Reminds me of when I used to brush her hair after a good old wash day" you mumbled with a smile while fitting a puffy headband on the little girls head. The longer you stared into the mirror and reflected, the more you missed her.

And it was at that moment when your chest began to hurt again that you knew you had to do it. You couldn't delay this talk. So hopefully there could be a slot in time for your discussion.

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