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Their Part is Done

And that’s a wrap. The men came back this morning and finished up the floor repairs. Though they did more than that. My brother has been trying for months to get someone to construct a handrail at my parent’s front porch. They didn’t want anything fancy or elaborate. They simply needed something to offer a bit of support. Every single person my brother had talked with, backed out of the project.…

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DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND! FOX/ANNOUNCER X FEMALE-PRESENTING MC

CONTENT WARNING: Menophilia (period bloodplay), CNC, lactation **18+ ONLY NO MINORS**

@decafdoodlez c/mmissioned this for her OC Rina and kindly is letting me share it with you all! Fox/Announcer belongs to Gatobob. The writing belongs to me. DO NOT STEAL MY WORK.

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“I taught you better than this,” Stammered Fox, his golden optics a mix between fury and disappointment. His ears and tail twitched as he paced around you disapprovingly. It was rare to see him so upset, especially toward his star subject. Fox failed to consider that he had no true reason to be upset.

“I’m… confused, sir,” You responded, your voice clear in tone yet puzzled. It was not out of disobedience, but rather true confusion. You wore a strikingly bright pastel pink lingerie set, long white netted stockings, and a lack of panties. The top piece barely covered your breasts, exposing your areola. Your chest would be fully exposed if it weren’t for the heart piece covering your nipples. Soft nubs perked through the tiny bit of lace material, practically welcoming whomever in view to imagine what it would be like to have a taste.

It was for this very reason that infuriated Fox. You looked too beautiful. Too goddamn alluring. And something felt off. There was a looming scent in the air driving him mad. It smelt… metallic. One could argue it might be his mask, however, it had a particular aroma that he couldn’t quite place his finger upon. His tail fluffed and frizzed up as he struggled to make sense of the feelings bubbling up in his chest. Fox was so entangled in his own thoughts and possessive nature that he didn’t realize you had spoken to him. 

“Sir… You look troubled. Have I done something wrong?” You questioned with a bit of hesitation held within your words when you spoke up again. You would never ask a question if you weren’t genuinely worried for your master. He was acting strange and it was beginning to spark a bit of anxiety. You brought your hands together, sliding your palms across one another for comfort. You hoped he would not think of you poorly for asking a question. You had seen him truly infuriated before and it never ended well. Fox finally stopped pacing. He first closed his eyes and sighed heavily while running his hands through his graying hair.  Once his eyes opened again, he noticed a trail of blood dripping down your thighs. Now Fox was the confused one… and he stared at the blood. He hadn’t touched you yet today, as it was extremely early in the morning and they were supposed to be streaming by now. The realization finally clicked in alongside primal instinct. His claws or tools were not responsible for the blood. You must have started your period. He couldn’t stop staring as the blood taunted him.

“Y/N.” His voice was sharp and tainted by what only one could identify as carnal desire. His nose and ears wiggled. It took every bit of self-control to approach you calmly. This control was short-lived. He grabbed your thighs, forcing them apart. There was no time for consent; not that he would have considered anyway. Your body belonged to him. Your blood began to flow more, freed from the trap that was your plump thighs. You felt a squeak leave your throat, a soft blush blossoming across your cheeks at the sudden grab. The failure to notice you were bleeding caught you off guard, amplifying your reaction. How embarrassing… “You’re too tempting. Bleeding like this… what were you thinking?” He snarled between words, moving to his knees while gripping your thighs. His claws raked down the soft, sensitive skin as he settled beneath you. One hand remained on your thigh while the other raised a finger. He had recently filed his nails to a point. You caught a glimpse of his nails and recognized this demeanor. You knew what would come next and did not dare to deny him. Your body existed for him and he alone.

Fox admired your bleeding pussy before testing the claw against your clit. It poked out, the usual response when Fox would touch you. He knew your body better than you knew it yourself. He had much more experience exploring your body and limits than you ever had. You were a virgin when you had met and he loved knowing he was the only person who had ever laid hands on you. The only person who had been inside you. A cackle left him as the pad of his finger and the tip of his claw moved from your clit to trace along your outer lips. They were somewhat swollen from bloating and the rush of pleasure. 

You let out another soft sound as your Master touched you. You moved a hand to cover your mouth. You then bit on your lower lip, flustered by how fascinated he appeared by your cunt. He had fucked and played with you various times… and shockingly never did on your time of the month. It was a new side of him you had never seen before. His tongue lapped up the blood and explored the depths of your cove. You now gushed both blood and your own slick wet as he pleasured you. You couldn’t help feeling aroused even more seeing Fox on his knees. It was a rare sight to see. Sure, Fox had pampered you before… but having him beneath you? It was an honor and you knew you needed to be thankful.

“I-I might cum, sir.” You mouthed, escaping your lips barely above a whisper. It was soon into the intimacy… but you couldn’t help yourself. He had never eaten your pussy before! He was practically devouring you. You moved your hands to stroke in between and behind his ears. He moaned as he enjoyed your pets and continued to explore your cunt. He massaged every inch and suckled on your delicate nub until his face was covered in your blood. His nails dug deep into your outer thighs. 

Hearing you might cum, he growled and pulled back to look at you. You would notice the fresh blood coating his lips and smeared across his cheeks in random splotches. The primal craze in his eyes glinted your way. “Cum on my face, Y/N! I won’t be satisfied until you do.” It sounded more like a threat rather than a demand. 

You felt your core swell and your body becoming overwhelmed with warmth and pleasure. Your clit twitched and your body somewhat twisted as you came all over Fox’s face. Much to his surprise, you had squirted. The string of fluid collided with his tongue as he had ensured his face was near your cunt. He lapped at the leftover mess, indulging and even more heated than he was before the start. He wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. He needed more. He bit on your outer pussy lips and grazed his fangs across your clit, causing you to emit a scream. 

He finally pulled back from your cunt to observe your reaction. You were crying from how rough he had been with his tongue and fangs. You couldn’t help squeezing your thighs together in a weak attempt to mask the pain. The pressure somewhat helped disguise the ache. He laughed at you, now moving to push you onto their bed. Your body sunk against the plush mattress and helped you relax somewhat comforted by the silk sheets. That moment didn’t last long as he removed his clothing followed by pinning you down. He pressed the tip of his throbbing cock into your bloodied cunt before roughly thrusting down to his base. His knot ached as it dragged within your tight walls. The blood and your previous orgasm acted as lube as he pounded into your pussy. His hands traveled across your body, worshipping every curve and soft part of you. He fell even more deeply in love with you during this moment. You whimpered and moaned as your pussy swallowed his cock. You raised your legs as you were trained to and moved them around his hips to amplify both of your pleasure. He followed your cue by moving into a mating press, breeding deep inside you. He felt his knot latch. 

“You’re about to take a very deep creampie, sweetie.” 

Your *eye color* hues snapped open as he whispered into your ear. A shiver traveled down your spine. You looped your arms around his shoulders and humped against him. He snarled before biting down on your neck. A familiar pop sounded and Fox released inside of his favorite pet. You felt yourself being filled, surely dripping outside your cunt and around your master’s cock. He didn’t stop slamming into you even after he came. He peppered your body with more bite marks and paid special attention to your breasts. His thrusting slowed to a leisurely pace as he began to suck on your nipples. His hands massaged your hips as he suckled. 

Another surprise.

A warm milky fluid seeped from your nipple as his tongue trailed along the nub. Were you lactating? He brought his head back for another moment to take a look. You were leaking milk from both breasts. This shouldn’t be possible as you’d never been pregnant before… but he had heard it could happen in rare occurrences. He chuckled and smirked up at you. He pinched your nipple and more milk dribbled out. You winched and squeaked as your master played with your new faucets. He latched his lips back onto your right nipple while his hand massaged your left. He continued to thrust inside of your pussy in a more slow, loving rhythm. The mix of feeling his fingers, tongue, and cock forced you to moan whorishly and orgasm again. 

“Y/N… You never cease to amaze me.” Fox mouthed against your breast and brought his thrusts to a stop. He slowly brought them out of the mating press and into a more comfortable cuddling position. His cock left your cunt with another pop and you emitted another whimper. Fox moved a hand to your cheek, caressing your bright, rosy pink cheeks. He admired you, the smirk being replaced with a soft expression. He sighed contently before sighing. His tail thumped happily against the mattress before settling around your waist like a blanket. You smiled back at him, the sensations of their heated moment leaving you feeling both cradled and mutilated. Their love is truly the death of peace of mind.

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Trust issues with Virgil and Patton?

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Prompt: Trust Issues

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Summary: At a rescue/rehabilitation center for victims of human experimentation, Patton attempts to build a rapport with the newest patient. 

Content Warnings: Fear, mistrust, past trauma, implied human experimentation.

Word Count: 1,336

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“How is he today?”

The grim look on Logan’s face was all the answer Patton needed, and he sighed. He placed the tray he’d been carrying on Logan’s desk and stepped around him to peer at the monitors his partner had been studying. They showed a video feed of a small but comfortably furnished room that looked empty at first glance, but Patton knew what to look for. There! In the corner furthest from the room’s door, a small, dark figure was huddled in a ball. Even through the video feed, it was clear that he was shaking.

Patton’s heart ached at the sight, and he wanted nothing more than to swoop in and pull the poor thing into his arms and promise him that everything would be okay. However, given his previous reactions to anyone trying to touch him, Patton knew that would be a bad idea. Still, he wasn’t going to just sit on the outside and observe anymore.

“I’m going to bring him his food today myself.”

Logan looked up, eyes wide. 

“Patton, that is very ill-advised–”  

“He’s not eaten anything, Lo, if we don’t get that to change fast, we’re going to have to sedate him and hook him up to a feeding tube, and you and I both know that if we do that we’ll shatter any chance of him ever trusting us.” 

Logan sighed and rubbed his eyes, staring at the screens. “Yes, I know. I had hoped that us giving him space and providing him with food and water would be enough to show that we mean well, but apparently not.” 

“You know what he’s survived, Logan,” Patton said quietly. “He probably doesn’t even trust that the food is safe. We have to prove to him that we aren’t going to hurt him.” 

“Be careful,” Logan cautioned as Patton picked up his tray again and headed down the hallway to where the holding rooms were. Patton paused outside their newest guest’s room, and took a deep breath before punching a code in the keypad by the door. He hated that the door had to be kept locked, but when the subject was so unstable, they had to keep him confined for his own safety. Patton hoped they’d be able to change that soon. 

“Hey there, kiddo,” Patton called softly as he stepped into the room, the automatic door sliding shut behind him with a hiss. “You doing okay this morning?”

The figure in the corner flinched away, and Patton smiled gently. He kept his eyes lowered and curled in on himself as he approached, trying to appear small and nonthreatening. He sat down on the floor, folding his legs underneath him, and glanced up to check for a reaction.

“I brought you something to eat,” he said. “Are you hungry?” 

The boy glared at him from under a shock of dark hair, and Patton resisted the urge to reach out and brush it out of his eyes. He had to be more delicate than that if he was going to get through to him. 

“You’ve gotta eat something, kiddo, you don’t wanna get sick,” he said. He held out the tray, but the boy just scooted further away. Patton nodded, setting the tray on the ground. 

“Listen, I get it,” he murmured. “You’re scared, and suspicious. I don’t blame you; I would be too if I’d been in those labs. But this place isn’t like that. We’re a rehabilitation facility, you don’t have anything to fear here, I promise.”

The boy didn’t look convinced, but Patton hadn’t expected him to be. For all he was concerned, Patton was just another scientist who wanted something from him. 

“Look kiddo, if you won’t eat your lunch, do you mind if I have some?” he asked lightly. “I haven’t eaten yet today, and this soup smells amazing.” 

The boy frowned at that, glancing at Patton out of the corner of his eye, and Patton suppressed a smile. 

Good, he had his attention. 

Carefully, so the boy could see what he was doing, Patton picked up the plastic spoon from the edge of the tray and took a bite of the soup. He smiled over at the boy, who was staring openly at him now. 

“You sure you don’t want any?” he asked. “It’s really good.” 

He took another spoonful, then picked up the piece of bread lying on the tray and tore off a section, dipping it in the broth. He popped it in his mouth, then nudged the tray towards the boy with an encouraging smile. 

The boy hesitated, and Patton made a show of swallowing his mouthful of bread. That seemed to finally be enough for him, and he scooted closer, just close enough to grab at the tray. He snatched up the hunk of bread and dunked it in the soup broth before tearing off an enormous bite. He barely took time to chew before swallowing and taking another massive mouthful, and Patton fought the urge to giggle. 

“Easy, kiddo,” he said instead. “You don’t wanna choke and hurt yourself. There’s more where that came from if you want it.” 

That made the boy pause, and he regarded Patton with a curious look. He swallowed slowly, then, in a voice so low and raspy that Patton almost didn’t hear, asked “Really?” 

Patton forced his face to remain calm, even though his insides were leaping with excitement. He’d talked! He’d actually talked! Other than his panicked screams and aggressive hissing when he’d first been brought in, he hadn’t made a sound the entire time he’d been here, and now he’d spoken! Only one word, but still, it was progress, and Patton was going to take it. 

“Of course,” he said, keeping his voice even. “There’s definitely enough for seconds if you want. I’d have to take a trip down to the kitchens to get some, but I’d be happy to do so!”

There was a beat of silence, and then, 

“Why?” 

Oh, that simple word spoke volumes, and Patton couldn’t decide whether he should pull the kiddo close and promise him that he’d never be hurt again or go out and hunt down anyone and everyone who was responsible for making the notion of kindness such a strange and foreign one to him. 

“Because you need to get your strength up, kiddo,” he said, pushing both urges away for now. “You’ve been through a lot.” 

“And what...” the boy’s voice shook, and he paused, swallowing before continuing. “What happens...after I get my strength up?” 

Patton smiled sadly. 

“Absolutely nothing. We’re not here to hurt you.”

The boy looked skeptical, and Patton sighed. 

“I don’t blame you for not trusting me,” he said quietly. “I’d be cautious too, if I were in your shoes. I just...hope that you’ll give me a chance to prove that I really do want to help you. Will you let me do that?”

The boy regarded him silently, and eventually nodded. Patton smiled brightly at him, then took a deep breath. Time to test the waters. 

“My name is Patton, by the way,” he said, and the boy's eyes widened just a bit. “Do you have something I can call you, besides just kiddo?” 

The boy looked away, and Patton held his breath, hoping that he hadn’t moved too quickly. If he spooked now, it could take ages to coax him into opening a dialogue with them, and- 

“Virgil.” 

Patton nearly squeaked in surprise. 

“My name is Virgil,” Virgil said again, and Patton’s face bloomed into a smile. Virgil watched him for a moment, then offered a tiny, hesitant smile back. 

It was official. Patton was putting all his other cases on hold until he was sure that Virgil would never be afraid to smile again. The path towards his recovery certainly wouldn’t be easy, but if Virgil was willing to try, then Patton would give it his absolute everything. 

“Well, Virgil,” he said, his smile growing wider. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

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Part Two: Gaining Trust

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you came home? : s.r

brief summary: being in a relationship with steve when he travels back to return the infinity stones and wondering if he’ll come home to you or stay in another timeline 

word count: 1.8k requested: yes - by @ruby-bloop this idea is so freaking cute, I couldn’t resist it!  warnings: minor endgame spoilers(?) but honestly it’s fluffy af

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fun fact: I can’t not post something once I’ve written it. I planned on waiting to post this tomorrow, but I love it too much to hold it back lmao.

Wiping your hands over your black dress, Bucky rests his arm around you as you stand between him and Sam. After everything that has happened, the things you’ve all endured and those you’ve lost, you have found a small victory. 

“Do you think he’ll come back?” It was a question that lingered on your mind ever since Steve said he’d be the one to return the stones. You knew if anyone was going to do it, Steve would volunteer himself immediately. 

Deep down you could see the look in his eyes at the thought of travelling back in time. You knew you wouldn’t see the man you loved again once he disappeared, if he did return, he’d have lived a whole other life without any of you in it. And that broke your heart. 

Bucky clenched his jaw as he looked over to Sam, his expression mirroring Buckys. “We don’t know what’ll happen in there, doll.” Bucky speaks up, looking down at you as tears fall from your eyes. 

After all this time, you tried to keep it back. You didn’t want anyone to see you cry, but today was too much. Everyone around you was filled with sorrow, but the thought of losing Steve as well was a thought that hurt too much. 

Steve steps out in his suit and glances over at the three of you. He can already see you trying to hold everything back for his sake, you can’t be the reason he changes his mind. 

“Return them in the exact order.” Bruce explains to Steve as he closes the case, locking it shut as Sam wanders over, leaving your side. 

“You know, I could come with you.” Sam tries to persuade Steve, and you watch as a small smile forms on his face. 

Pausing, Steve faces Sam, resting his hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Sam. But some things are meant to be done alone.” 

The words rang through you. He needed to do this alone. If he was with someone, he couldn’t possibly stay. 

Lowering your head, Bucky releases his hand from around you. “Come on, doll.” He mutters softly, taking a step forward as his face drops. 

You watch from the side as Steve stands in front of his best friend. After all this time, against all of the odds, they’re both still alive. You couldn’t have comprehended any of it, no one could have. You remember the day the Winter Soldier attacked Sam’s car, how Bucky tried to kill you. If it wasn’t for Steve saving you, you might not be stood by their side now. 

“Don’t do anything stupid ‘til I get back.” Steve tells Bucky, watching the sorrow fill his blue eyes.

Bucky forces a light laugh. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” 

There’s a brief pause before Steve reaches out, bringing Bucky into a tight hug before pulling away and turning to you. 

He takes a hold of your hand, leading you away from everyone else. No matter how hard you try, you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “Hey, don’t cry.” Steve tries to comfort you. He brings his hand up, resting it on your cheek as he wipes the tears that escape.

You sniff lightly, trying to laugh it off. “I’m sorry, I just,” You can’t bring yourself to say it. If you admit it to him, you’ll forever feel guilty about him coming home. If you keep the words contained, he’ll never know and can live a life he’s dreamed about since he woke up from the ice. 

Steve can see something inside of you screaming to be said, deep down he knows he wants to say it back. But all he can think about is the time he knew, a place he felt comfortable and first found himself. Having the chance to go back is a possibility to him, how could he miss the chance?

“I know, love.” Steve mutters, bringing you into his arms. 

The pair of you stand, wrapped up together for a minute before a heavy sigh leaves Steve’s lips. “Make us proud, Cap.” You tell him as he walks up onto the platform. 

Bucky returns to your side, flashing a sad smile as you watch Steve’s dark suit be covered in all white. He bends down, picking up Mjölnir and the case before nodding to Bruce. 

Your eyes dart over, having heard it’ll be a matter of seconds before he comes back. 

Within a blink of an eye, Steve is gone. You turn around, walking away knowing deep down he won’t be coming home. You faintly listen to the worry in Sam’s voice, the confusion Bruce mutters whilst you turn your back. They’re both panicking about Steve. He’s been gone too long for this to be okay. 

Tears roll down your cheeks as you look down at your watch, seeing another minute roll on by. It cements what you feared, but knew what would happen. That Steve decided to stay. 

“Sam?” Bucky calls out, interrupting the pacing you can hear from behind you. 

“What?” Sam is blunt in his response, but you hear him sigh quietly before walking in your direction. “Y/n,” He speaks up, standing in front of you. He rests his hands on your shoulders, focusing on your eyes. “you might wanna turn around.” Sam tries to force back his smile, and you can feel your heart beating in your throat.

Slowly, you turn around to see Steve, the same Steve that left minutes ago before you with a smile on his face. “Buck didn’t do anything stupid did he?” Steve jokes, and you sniff before running over and wrapping your arms around him. 

Steve drops the hammer, holding you back as he picks you up off of the ground. Though it had been minutes for you, Steve had been gone for years. He hadn’t seen you, heard your laugh or had the chance to talk to you for decades. 

The only chance Steve had was when he was returning the mind stone. He saw you stood in the streets amongst a series of scared civilians. You weren’t an official Avenger yet, but everyone knew of you. He watched as you smiled to him, not knowing the effect it had on his heart as it pulled at the strings holding it together, nearly causing them to snap. 

“You still down for pizza later, Cap?” You call to him, and Steve turns back to catch you once again. 

That was the first date he ever took you on. You didn’t know it was a date. To you, it was a colleague thing, getting to know an Avenger before you join. What you hadn’t expected was the chivalry, the humour he had and the pure joy you felt around him. 

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7?” Steve tells you, watching you nod before you help civilians get out of the streets, disappearing out of sight.

Ever since seeing you then, you were all Steve could think about. When he travelled back to Brooklyn for old times sake, he wandered the streets he used to walk with Bucky, laugh with him as he struggled to breathe properly. No one noticed Steve, turned their heads to look at him. Despite the passing of time, he didn’t stand out. 

And then he saw her. Her brunette hair pinned in curls, that pencil skirt with heels as she stood in the street, holding a gun. Steve watched as a younger version of himself darted toward her, saving her from being hit by the car. 

He watched, seeing her defiance even then before she fully knew him. He could see the blush crossing her cheeks, the corners of her lips rising. 

Steve stood still as he hid in the shadows, watching his former self walk alongside Peggy. He knew he still owed her that dance. Maybe now he could finally give her that last promise. 

But Steve couldn’t. All he could think about was the girl back home, waiting on that date in 2012. He thought about the memories you shared together, the life you had that was filled with terror and excitement like nothing else. He missed Peggy, but he longed for you. 

Releasing you from his hold, your hands slide into his as you look up at him in disbelief. “You came back?” You question, watching as he chuckles softly to you.

“What made you think I wouldn’t?” Steve questions in response, raising an eyebrow. 

He watches your face drop, your hands slipping out of his. “I thought Peggy was the love of your life.” You tell him gently, ignoring the strings holding your heart beginning to be cut away. “I, I thought you wouldn’t miss the chance to be with her, start over.” You explain, having envisioned everything so clearly. 

Steve slowly shakes his head. “I did love Peggy, but I realised there was more for me waiting back home.” He reaches out to you, but you pull away 

“But, I don’t understand, Steve.” You sigh. “I, I don’t know what I want in life. I don’t know if I want kids, a family a, a life like that.” You ramble, unsure of your words as you fear Steve has left everything for you. “Please don’t tell me you gave everything up for me.” You plead, watching as Steve lowers his gaze to the ground. 

“I didn’t give anything up, Y/n.” He speaks slowly, trying to find the right words to use. “I came back for myself, to see what I can have in this life with you. I’m not telling you to change your path to fit mine, all I’m saying is that, that I love you.” 

You lift your head up, turning back to face Steve. “You love me?” You whisper, not believing the words that left his lips. 

“I’ve loved you since 2014. After I nearly saw you die at the hands of the winter soldier, I knew I couldn’t imagine life without you. When I went back, I saw you in 2012, the battle of New York. You asked me if I was still on for pizza.”

A small laugh escapes your lips, making you smile at the memories of that unanticipated date. “I didn’t know what I was getting myself into clearly.” You joked uneasily, watching Steve step closer toward you. 

“Are you glad I’m home?” He questions, something he wondered about when he returned, not seeing you stood where he left you. 

You step closer, wrapping your arms around him. “I couldn’t be happier, I was just worried you were giving everything up.” You tell him quietly. “But I guess it means I can tell you that I love you, without trying to guilt-trip you.” 

“Come on, just kiss already!” You hear Sam yell from beside Bucky who simply rolls his eyes, silently agreeing with him for once. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you flip Sam off. “We’re having a moment Sam, give us a break.” You joke before turning back to Steve. “I’m glad you’re home, Cap.” You rise onto your tiptoes, leaning in close to kiss him softly.

As your lips part, Steve’s he hums in content. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

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 HAPPY BIRTHDAY @rickrekt !!! 🎂🎉🎉🎉 Oh how the time has past. Hope today turns out great for you you beautiful bastard🎈

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