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any justin x sick reader imagines? 😔 i currently have the flu LOL
in sickness and health
pairing:justin hryckowian x reader
summary:justin takes care of you while you’re sick
warning(s):fluff, pet names (baby, sweetheart), mention of y/n
a/n:thank you for the request 💞 I hope this makes you feel better love!!!
song(s) to listen to:nothing matters but you (madison beer)
When Justin walked into the apartment he noticed how quiet it was.
I would usually greet him from the living room or kitchen running up to him with a hug.
“Baby,” Justin called, taking his shoes off.
I let out a weak groan from the bedroom.
Justin immediately headed to the bedroom. When he walked in he found me curled up under two blankets, my hair was in a mess and tissues were scattered on the nightstand.
“Sweetheart,” Justin said sympathetically.
I opened my eyes. “I’m dying.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am. I’m sure.”
Justin laughed softly and sat on the bed beside me, pressing the back of his hand against my forehead then pushing it back to sooth my hair.
“You are a little warm.”
“Only a little?” I croaked dramatically.
“You’re ridiculous.”
As I tried to glare at him I ended up sneezing instead.
A switch immediately went off and Justin went into caretaker mode.
He placed a glass of water on my nightstand.
A humidifier was on.
My favorite blanket had made its way out of the living room and into my room.
Now, Justin was standing in the kitchen making soup despite he wasn’t a very good cook.
“You know you don’t have to do all this,” I said weakly.
Justin poked his head around the corner.
“Of course I do.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Justin.”
“Y/n.”
A small smile formed on my face.
A few minutes later he carried a bowl of soup into the bedroom and carefully placed in my hands.
“Here you go, sweetheart.”
I eyed it for a second.
“Did you burn anything?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Only my pride.”
I stared at for another second.
“Just eat it.”
I took a bite.
“It’s actually good.”
Justin looked too pleased with himself.
“I know.”
“Don’t get cocky.”
He let out a laugh.
After I managed to only eat barely half of it, exhaustion hit again. Justin took the bowl and came back wearing a hoodie.
“Wanna watch movies?”
I sat up a little.
“Only if we cuddle.”
Justin climbed into bed next to me.
“That was the plan.”
Once I was settled against him, Justin wrapped an arm around my shoulders pulling me closer.
I felt the rise and fall of his chest against my cheek.
“Thank you,” I murmured against his chest.
Justins fingers gently brushed his fingers through my hair.
“No need to thank me.”
“Of course I do.”
“No.”
I tilted my head up.
“Why?”
Justin looked down at me.
“Because I love you.”
I buried my face into his neck and placed a soft kiss there.
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One afternoon, Will walked out of the bedroom and found me sprawled on the couch, scrolling through some videos from the softball game Will did last night.
“Whatcha doing?” He asked.
I zoomed in on his back.
“Research.”
Will narrowed his eyes at my phone.
“Really? On what?”
I turned my phone around to him.
It was a video of taking off his sweatshirt while his shirt lifted up showing his whole back.
“Are you serious?” Will asked laughing.
I grinned. “I’ve never seen such a sexy back.”
Will groaned.
“You’re so crazy.”
“But you love me.”
“Damn right I do.”
Ever since then Will noticed started to notice the subtle touches.
When we sat together, I kept my hand resting on his back.
When we hugged, I’d rub my hand on his back feeling his muscles under my touch.
And every night, I would use his back as a pillow.
“You love my back, huh?” He asked one night.
I was lying behind him, my cheek pressed against the area between his shoulder blades.
“Maybe I do. It’s comfortable,” I said rubbing my cheek against his back now.
“You’re using my back as a pillow.”
“A very nice, comfortable pillow.”
Will laughed.
A few weeks later, things escalated.
When Will got home one day after practice, I was waiting for him with a huge smile.
He was wearing a white shirt that fit him perfectly and whenever he would move his arms the muscles on his back would immediately flex.
I stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist. Slowly my hands started drifting up.
“I think you need help,” Will said.
I gasped dramatically.
“For what?”
“For turning my back into your whole personality.”
I looked up at him.
“Can’t help myself. You have a very nice back.”
Will buried his face into my hair.
“I can’t believe you.”
I laughed, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his neck.
A few days later, after we finished outside in the pool, we were laying sun chair with Will on top of me. His arms were wrapped around my waist while mine were rubbing up and down his back softly.
“You really like my back?” he asked.
“Mhm.” I nodded.
Will let out a laugh.
I laughed too, burying my face in his wet hair.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet,” I said squeezing him softly. “You don’t seem to hate it.”
Will lifted his head a little and gently kissed my cheek.
Could you write a fic where Wyatt Johnston or Lian Bichsel is in a relationship with a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader?
americas sweethearts
pairing:wyatt johnston x dcc!reader
summary:i honestly don’t know how to summarize this
warning(s):fluff, kissing
a/n:wanted to write this for Wyatt cause I haven’t in a second
song(s) to listen to:style (taylor swift), electric love (borns)
The first time I saw Wyatt, I was standing in the tunnel under the AT&T Stadium with my pompoms under one arm and a coffee in my other hand.
Wyatt almost walked into a pillar.
“Woah, careful,” I laughed, steadying his elbow. “Are hockey players always like this?”
Wyatt stared at me for a second.
My curls were pulled into a high ponytail. Glittery navy shorts. White shoes. The blue jacket with a star stitched on it.
“I’m usually better on skates,” he said.
I laughed.
Tyler snorted from behind him. “Smooth, Wyatt.”
Wyatt ignored him.
In that moment Wyatt understood why people wrote songs about girls from Texas.
Of course, our schedules were crazy. Wyatt’s practices started before sunrise most of the time, and my rehearsals ran late into the night, especially during football season. But somehow managed to build something strong.
Late night dinner runs after my rehearsals.
FaceTime calls on road trips.
Me sitting in Wyatts apartment wearing on of his Stars hoodies while practicing choreography on my laptop.
Wyatt would sit and watch me dance if I wasn’t sure I was doing something right, even though he can’t dance to save his life.
I learned hockey only to tease him after games.
The media found out about us after a Cowboy home game in December.
Wyatt picked me up after rehearsal, wearing his hat low, hoping no one would notice him.
Unfortunately, I launched myself into his arms the second I saw him.
Cameras were flashing immediately.
By morning, the internet had gone crazy.
Dallas Stars player dating a Cowboys Cheerleader?
Wyatt wasn’t used to all the attention. I only handled it with anxious ease.
“They’re calling us ‘Americas Sweethearts 2.0.’” I said one night.
Wyatt groaned. “Don’t ever say that again.”
I grinned. “You’re blushing.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yea you are.”
He looked up long enough for me to place a kiss on his lips.
When the Stars made playoffs I barely missed a moment.
Even after exhausting rehearsals, I still showed up wearing his number on my jacket.
During game two when Wyatt scored the empty net the whole arena exploded.
His teammates celebrated with him, fans screaming loudly, but somehow we were still able to find each other instantly.
As Wyatt came out half wearing his suit.
I threw my arms around his neck before he could say anything.
“That was so amazing,” I said breathlessly.
Wyatt smiled against my hair. “I saw you jumping.”
I pulled back enough to look at him.
“I love you.”
Wyatt kissed me after those words came out my mouth, one hand resting on my waist and the other on the back of my neck.
Could you do some dad Lian Bichsel, like where him and his girlfriend became parents young and how they go through parenthood while being playing for the Stars?
what i was made for
pairing:lian bichsel x reader
summary:what its like with you and lian during parenthood
warning(s):fluff, takes place during the 25-26 season
a/n:i got insane baby fever please send more requests like this. i also spent like all night doing this
Dallas was quiet tonight. The city lights reflected against the window while the new schedule for the season was left abandoned on the kitchen counter.
Lian was exhausted.
Dark circles sat under his eyes, his hair messy from running his fingers through it.
When our daughter moved against him, tiny fingers curling around his shirt.
“Hi, buscheli,” Lian whispered.
She blinked up at him.
I leaned against the doorway. “She’s really got you wrapped around her finger, huh.”
Lian glanced at me and smiled softly. “Too late.”
We were both young.
I’m twenty.
Lians only twenty one.
It felt impossible.
Doctor’s appointments after practices.
Morning sickness while he was away.
Trying to figure out to build a good future while everyone wanted Lian to focus on his career.
Of course the internet had opinions about everything.
But no one saw him sitting beside me during every step of the way.
“You need sleep,” I mumbled one night.
Lian sat on the couch with the girl sleeping against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he said.
“Lian.”
He looked over at me.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “How many hours did you sleep last night?”
“…four.”
“That counts two days.”
He sighed, looking down at the girl resting in his arms. “Coach is gonna kill me if I keep playing lazy.”
“Then go to bed.”
“But what if she wakes up.”
I stared at him. “I’m also her parent. I birthed her.”
Lian grinned a little. “Yeah, you’re better.”
He wasn’t bad at parenting.
Not even close.
He cared so much because he was worried about messing everything up.
The first time he had to leave for a road trip after a few days after she was born, he stood in the apartment holding her for almost fifteen minutes before Mavrik came to pick him up.
“Mavrik is gonna get mad,” I warned softly.
“I know.”
Lian didn’t move.
She snuggled closer to him.
Lian placed a soft kiss to the top of her head and looked at me.
“Do you think she’ll forget me?”
A pout formed on my lips.
I walked over, placing a hand on his cheek.
“Baby,” I whispered, “she is obsessed with you.”
He laughed quietly.
“I’m so serious. I honestly think I’m just a backup.”
“Never,” he said instantly.
And when he finally left after Mavrik texted him about a hundred times, he looked back three times before he closed the door.
Of course there were nights where neither of us slept.
There were times when the apartment looked like an absolute disaster.
I rocked her to sleep while watching the postgame interviews.
Lian learned to do assemble a stroller faster than anything.
He would come home tired and bruised and immediately take her into his arms.
I sat in the stands with her bundled in a tiny Stars jersey made just for her.
He always looked for us.
Every single time.
Everyone noticed.
“Dad strength,” Thomas joked after Lian rammed someone into the boards.
Lian shrugged. “Got two girls to impress now.”
The first time Lian brought our daughter to Stars practice, he acted much calmer.
Even though he forgot her bottle in the apartment two times.
“You need to relax,” I laughed while fixing my daughter’s shirt. “They’re just hockey players not animals.
Lian glanced down at the girl. “Some of them are.”
I snorted.
He walked beside me the entire time into the building.
The second the locker room doors opened, chaos immediately followed.
“OH MY GOD.”
Several head snapped up.
One teammate nearly dropped his water bottle.
Another pointed dramatically toward the baby in my arms.
“He brought the baby!”
Lian sighed. “I regret this.”
I let out a laugh.
Within seconds, they crowded around us.
“She’s so tiny.”
“She’s a mini version of Bish.”
“Why does she have more hair than me?”
Lian rolled his eyes while carefully taking the baby out of my arms and placing her on the floor
One teammate crouched down to her. “Hey little girl.”
She blinked up at him before motioning towards Lian to pick her back up.
“Smart girl,” Lian said proudly.
“Oh no,” Thomas groaned. “He already has dad humor.”
The coaches were even worse.
One of them walked into the room, spotting the girl, and completely lost track of whatever he was going to do.
“That is definitely the cutest thing I’ve seen in this building.”
Lian grinned. “I know.”
I watched him while everyone crowded around.
“This is Uncle Jamie,” Lian told her.
“Don’t tech her bad habits,” Jamie said immediately.
“Too late,” Mikko said.
The locker room erupted into laughter.
Our daughter got startled by the loud noise, lower lip starting to wobble.
‘Hey, hey, hey.” His entire voice changed as he bounced her in his arms. “You’re okay, ängeli.”
And she immediately calmed down.
Wyatt stared at Lian in disbelief.
“That is NOT the same guy who tried to fight Mavrik during practice the other day.”
“What can I say,” Lian said.
Practice became almost impossible.
Every few minutes, someone would wonder over to check on our daughter.
When Lian finally had to go practice, he looked nervous handing her to me.
“I’ll be thirty feet away,” I told him.
“Still.”
During drills, he kept glancing towards us.
Every single time she moved, his head snapped over.
“Bichsel!” One of the coaches yelled. “Focus!”
The entire team bursted out laughing.
“Sorry,” he called back.
After practice, the team became more attached.
The girl got passed carefully from teammate to teammate while they argued over who she liked the most.
“She likes me the best,” Colin insisted.
“She literally just spit on your shoulder,” Mavrik replied.
“Hey, that’s just affection.”
I sat on Lians lap in his stall, watching what was happening with a soft expression.
“What?” I asked quietly.
He shook his head smiling.
“Didn’t know if this part would fit.”
“What part?”
He glanced around the room.
Our daughter wearing a tiny Stars sweater.
I sat with him like I belonged there.
“Everything,” he admitted.
My expression softened.
Watching the team immediately welcome our daughter made everything feel easier. Lighter.
Matt walked over holding her carefully. “She fell asleep.”
Everyone lowered their voices again.
Lian lightly patted my leg and stood up to take her back gently, tucking her against his chest.
She sighed in her sleep.
The entire locker room melted.
“He’s so gone,” Thomas whispered.
“Absolutely cooked,” Wyatt agreed.
Lian looked down at her with the softest expression ever.
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summary:you and mavrik are supposed to have a movie night but get distracted
warning(s):fluff, little makeout session
a/n:
song(s) to listen to:kiss me more (doja cat & sza), lovergirl (madison beer)
The apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of the the busy roads outside.
Mavrik was stretched on the couch in grey sweatpants and a hoodie, flipping through the movies on Netflix while I sat next to him under a blanket.
“You’ve skipped past like five amazing movies,” I said.
“I don’t wanna watch any of them right now.”
“You said that about every single one.”
“Exactly.”
I groaned and grabbed the remote from his hand before he could pick a fight with me. “Fine. I’ll choose.”
Mavrik leaned back. “I’m losing control of my own living room.”
“You’ll be fine.”
A few minutes later, a movie was playing, though neither of us were actually paying attention to it. I leaned my head against Mavriks shoulder, and his arm rested around me.
I looked up to say something, only to realize how close he was to me.
“What?” Mavrik asked softly.
“Nothing.”
“You sure?”
I smiled a little. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“In a good way or bad way?”
Before I could answer, Mavrik leaned in closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips like he was testing it out.
“Good way,” I whispered.
Mavrik laughed quietly kissing me properly this time. Soft and slow.
The blanket slipped off of us as I climbed onto his lap, both of us smiling into the kiss.
I could feel him grinning when our noses bumped on accident.
“Sorry,” Mavrik said between laughs.
I shook my head and Mavrik kissed me again. One hand resting on my lower back pulling me closer the other rested on my thigh.
The movie continued playing being completely ignored.
At some moments one of us would pull away to say something before laughing again.
Mavrik pulled away and glanced at the TV.
“Do you think we missed the plot?”
“There’s a plot?”
“I have no clue.”
I laughed as he dropped his head against the back of the couch.
Mavrik leaned back up and grinned before pulling me a little closer. The roads got quieter, while everything else faded away in the back.
I traced shapes on Mavriks arm while he leaned his head in my neck, placing small kisses.
“We were actually supposed to have a productive evening,” Mavrik said picking his head up to look at me.
“We made popcorn.”
“True.”
“And I picked a movie.”
“True.”
“So I think we succeeded.”
He pretended to think before nodding. “I like your logic.”
I smiled, and Mavrik kissed me again, slow and warm a little more despite.
By the time the credits rolled, neither of us knew what happened in the movie.
Could you do a fic where Lian Bichsel is either secretly married or dating a girl and the team finds out, also I love your writing
secretive
pairing:lian bichsel x reader
summary:lian accidentally spoils that he has a girlfriend and the team immediately wants to meet you.
warning(s):fluff, teasing, NOT proofread
a/n:i need more lian fics. thank you so much it means a lot 💞💞
song(s) to listen to:call it what you want (taylor swift), lover (taylor swift)
The locker room was unusually quiet after their game, everyone too tired to chirp at each other. Gear hit the floor, showers running in the background, the speakers played music on a low volume.
Lian sat in his stall, elbows on his knees, trying to ignore the buzzing coming from his phone.
“Your phone seems very popular today,” Wyatt said from across the room.
Mavrik let out a low laugh. “Yeah, because no one is more popular than a six foot seven big guy.’’
Lian rolled his eyes. “Can you guys shut up.”
Jamie looked over at Lian as he unlaced his skates. “Why you sound so nervous?”
“What?”
Lians phone buzzed again.
Then again.
Then it lit up with a phone call notification he failed to decline.
My voice came through for a second before Lian slammed his phone face down against the stall.
Mavriks jaw dropped. “NO WAY.”
“Holy shit,” Wyatt whispered.
“Big bish got a girl?” Thomas asked.
Lian groaned.
“She’s not-“ Lian started.
“She’s definitely your girlfriend,” Mavrik interrupted.
Jamie leaned back against his stall, arms crossed with a small grin on his lips. “How long?”
Lian stared at everyone.
“A few months,” he muttered.
The entire locker room erupted.
“MONTHS?”
“You actually kept this a secret.”
“Who is she?”
Lian buried his face in his hands. “I hate all of you.”
“No you don’t,” Wyatt said cheerfully. “You’re so in love.”
“What are talking-“
Lians phone buzzed again.
Jamie shook his head. “Kinda surprised you kept it a secret for so long.”
“Well no one ever asked,” Lian said.
“That is not true,” Wyatt argued.
Lian sighed and picked his phone up. The missed call notification was followed with a text.
have a good practice?
Lian had a small smile on his face.
But unfortunately, the tiny smile sent the entire locker room into chaos over again.
“AWWW LOOK AT HIS FACE.”
“He’s so gone,” Thomas said. “Totally gone.”
“Oh my gosh,” Lian said laughing.
Jamie pointed at him. “Bring her to a game soon.”
“Maybe.”
The room started shouting again.
“Does she know hockey?”
“We shouldn’t scare her on purpose.”
“We should.”
“Mavrik, you can never talk to her.”
“What!”
Lian shook his head, smiling whole the team kept arguing.
His phone buzzed again.
what are you doing?
Lian typed back.
team found out about you..
Three dots appeared.
guess that means you lost your peace and quiet
He looked around the locker room as his teammates kept yelling over each other.
Yeah it’s over.
It was Saturday night at the American Airlines Center. The arena was loud and chaotic.
“You’re pacing,” Wyatt pointed out.
“No I’m not.”
“You’ve literally walked past my stall six times.”
Lian stopped moving.
Across the locker room. Mavrik grinned. “He’s nervous.”
“No,” Lian said.
Jamie looked up from taping his stick. “Your girl coming tonight?”
Liam immediately corrected. “She’s not my-“
“Oh my god,” Thomas groaned. “You’ve been dating for months.”
Lian ignored him.
He was nervous.
Very nervous.
And because the whole team had spent the whole week acting like idiots only made Lian more nervous.
“Be normal,” Lian warned.
“We are so normal,” Mavrik said.
The locker room was silent.
“What the heck,” Mavrik added.
The stars won 6-2.
Which meant the locker room was going to be louder than normal, music blasting, guys yelling, adrenaline still high.
Lian checked his phone while taking off his gear.
outside right?
A small smile appeared.
Before he could stand up, Wyatt came up beside him.
“She’s here?”
“No.”
“You’re smiling at your phone.”
“Go away.”
“SHES HERE,” Wyatt shouted.
The locker room erupted immediately.
“I hate all of you guys,” he muttered, grabbing his hoodie.
Mavrik pointed toward the hallway. “Bring her in, bish.”
“Why do you guys make this so weird?”
“It’s not us,” Thomas said. “You’re making her seem like a state secret.”
“She’s just,” Lian stopped himself.
Jamie smirked. “Keep going.”
Liam turned around and headed towards the hallway.
A few minuted later, he came back with me, and the room was much quieter.
I smiled nervously as the whole locker room stared.
Mavrik shouted first. “Oh, he is down bad.”
Lian shoved him that he almost fell.
I laughed quietly, and Lian looked at me with a soft look in his face.
Wyatt grabbed Thomas shoulder.
“You saw that too?” Wyatt whispered to him.
“We are witnessing a real romance movie,” Thomas whispered back.
I laughed harder. “Is it always like this?”
“Yea. Unfortunately,” Jamie answered immediately.
Lian introduced me properly, while the team gave me no personal space.
Wyatt shook my hand.
“We have tons of stories about Lian,” Mavrik immediately said.
Lian looked horrified. “No. No we don’t.”
“He’s very sweet,” I said before I could think.
It was a very bad decision.
“SWEET?”
“BICHSEL?”
“REALLY HIM?”
Lian covered his face with his hands. “I’m going.”
“Do you write poetry for her?” Harley asked.
“He listens to love songs and thinks about her,” Wyatt added.
“He does!” I said excitedly.
Lian stared at me in betrayal.
I laughed and hid my face against his shoulder for a second.
“There it is,” Jamie said.
“Ohhhh, he’s smiling again,” Mavrik announced.
Lian was looking down at me with the same soft expression. Completely unaware.
“She’s very cool,” Wyatt said.
“Wayyy too cool for him,” Thomas agreed.
“For sure,” Jamie said.
Lian rolled his eyes as his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer.
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I have a Ritzy request for you. Reader and Ritzy are getting to know eachother and he invites her to a game. She gets introduced to Ritzy the hockey player. I'll leave it to figure out what he gets up to during the game.
the other version
pairing:justin hryckowian x reader
summary:your first time getting introduced to hockey justin
warning(s):fluff
a/n:sorry this took a little bit longer to write!!
song(s) to listen to:electric love (børns), slow dancing in the dark (joji)
Justin was much quieter when he was off the ice. More relaxed. He didn’t have the heavy presence on his shoulders anymore.
When he texted me that I should come to his game on Saturday, I almost thought he was joking.
Hockey is like aggressive figure skating
justin 💞
Then you’ll be very impressed with me
And yet that weekend I was standing outside the arena trying not to look completely overwhelmed with the amount of fans walking past me.
I felt my phone buzz.
justin 💞
Got you a pass to the front
Before I could start typing, a team member walked up. “You’re here for Hryckowian?”
“Yeah.”
“Come with me.”
The hells behind the arena were colder than I thought. Staff walking by smiling politely.
While I was walking I heard someone behind me.
“There she is.”
I turned around.
Justin leaned against the doorway wearing his hoodie and shorts. The second he smiled at me, all the nerves left.
“Thought you were supposed to look intimidating before games.” I said, grinning a little.
“I do.”
“You look like you would say ‘sorry’ when someone bumps into you.”
Justin pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. “Meanie.”
But he walked over laughing.
“I’m happy you came.”
“Of Course. You invited me.”
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wasn’t sure if you’d actually come.”
I tried not to smile too hard.
One of his teammates walked by. “This is why Ritzy is always fixing his hair.”
Justin rolled his eyes. “Keep walking, eh.”
“You’re blushingggg.”
“Go away.”
I laughed while Justin muttered something under his breath I couldn’t quite catch.
His expression softened as he looked back at me.
“C’mon. I’ll show you around before warmups start.”
I never saw hockey in person before Justin.
I learned to love the sound of it. The skates against the ice. Pucks slamming against the boards. All of it.
But the second Justin stepped onto the ice for warmups, it was like someone flipped a switch.
The playful guy was now replaced by someone sharp and confident. He skated around like he was the only one on the ice.
I watched him skate towards the center, then flicked a puck over the glass in front of me.
He grinned skating away while looking at me.
Once the game started Justin’s way of “impressing me” involved him being a competitor beast.
Halfway through the second period, he stole the puck and took off.
The arena erupted as he skated ahead of everyone.
I barely had enough time to process what was happened before I saw the puck hit the back of the net.
The entire arena screamed.
People were on their feet screaming while teammates hugged Justin in celebration.
Justin saw me and pointed directly at me with the cockiest grin ever.
After the game, Justin found me near the tunnel still full of adrenaline.
“Still think hockey is aggressive figure skating?”
I crossed my arms. “I mean…you were twirling out there.”
He laughed.
Justin’s hair was slightly damp, cheeks pink, eyes bigger and brighter than before.
