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There are difficult days. Carlos already knew it, ever since he learned about TK’s journey. There would be, and there are, days when everything seems gray and dull, problems impossible to solve, mountains too high to be climbed. Carlos knows it. He’s prepared for those days when TK calls after a hard shift to let Carlos know that he’ll be late coming back home because he needs to stop for a meeting.
What he isn’t ready for is the days when he comes back home and finds TK lost deep in thought, staring at pictures of happier days when Gwyn was alive.
It’s not that TK is crying, because he’s not. Carlos is aware that, while he wil never get over losing his mother, TK has come to terms with the fact that she will never pick up his calls again.
It’s that TK is sad whenever he thinks of Gwyn. And he only takes this album out of its hidden place whenever he feels like he needs an outlet for all the sadness he feels sometimes. Carlos wishes there was something he could do to make it easier for his fiancé.
He knows there isn’t, but he can still try.
“Hey, babe,” he greets, sitting beside TK on the couch, careful not to bump the album TK’s holding in his hands.
“Hi,” TK greets back in a low voice. “I was feeling like I needed a trip down memory lane.”
“That’s not bad,” Carlos says, dropping a kiss on TK’s temple. “Remembering your mom is always a good thing. Which pictures are we looking at today?”
TK shows him the page he’s in; Carlos can see one photograph featuring a very young TK held by Gwyn. “How old were you in this picture? Three? Four?”
“I think I was three,” TK explains. “This is from the day she took me to the 152 for the first time.”
“You hadn’t been there before?” Carlos says. “I thought you’d gone to your father’s station almost since birth.”
“The 152 hadn’t been Dad’s first station in New York City. He’d been a Lieutenant at the 90 before getting transferred. The 152 was his whole life there from then on.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah,” TK sighs. “Mom had promised me we’d go to the carousel on Pier 62 afterwards. I really miss those days. I can’t believe it’s going to be a year since she left us.”
Carlos’ heart hurts as TK speaks. The anniversary of Gwyn’s passing is a date he’s marked on his calendar; he’s been bracin himself for that moment. Apparently, he should have prepared at least three weeks in advance.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” he begins. His hand finds its way up to TK’s face, and he cups TK’s cheek before brushing his fingers through his hair. “I can’t really start to imagine how hard this must be. But I can tell you that she’d have wanted you to be happy and to keep on living.”
“She would have wanted that,” TK agrees, his fingertip tracing the silhouette of his mother’s image. “She fought so hard for me to stay alive.”
"And I intend to follow in her footsteps," Carlos tells him. "Even if I have to carry you in my arms to the carousel at Pier 62.”
That elicits a sudden chuckle from TK, who looks up at him in disbelief. “I don’t know what surprises me, the fact that you’d carry me in your arms in public or the fact that you’d do it in New York City.”
“Haven’t you realized yet that I’d do anything for you?” Carlos says in a low voice. “Even embarrassing myself on a trip to New York City.”
TK laughs a little louder this time, closing the album. “Thanks for cheering me up a little. I needed it. I love you, you know that, right?”
Carlos smiles at him softly. “I know,” he says, winking at TK. “I love you too.”
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If the year is uncomfortable, I would like to make a request for your 1000 followers event, with Jamil viper prompt 19 (NSFW (if you don't want to do it, it can just be suggestive)) and the song Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy” )
jamil viper x gn!reader [tags] - nsfw [wc} - 723 prompt 19: “Can I kiss you again? I promise I won't get carried away.” song: Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy”) note - mmm still a jamil hater, but i suppose i see the appeal (i jest); i slep now cause it's 3am. francesca (1k event)
“I try to find a reason to pull us apart / It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect / And I know that you’re worth it / I can’t walk away, oh”
“Ah~ Jamil!” You gasped, voice high-pitched as you let out breathless moans. Jamil was no better as he panted, hips still flushed to yours as he felt your walls pulsing, no doubt from you cumming.
He wasn't intending to escalate your make out session this far, especially since there was currently another one of Kalim’s parties happening. How you two managed to escape to his room without getting caught was a miracle.
“Fuck…we…”Jamil exhaled sharply as you moved your hips, his dick twitching at the overstimulation. “Fuck, we should go back. Kalim’s gonna be looking for me any second.”
“Noooo!” you whined, caressing one of the arms caging you to the bed, kissing his arm as you did.
“Come on, or else we’ll get caught—”
“Is that the reason we’re going with?” A teasing lilt to your voice, you wrapped your arms around Jamil’s neck and soothingly rubbed a thumb against his pulse. “You didn’t seem to mind almost being caught the other day~”
“That was different…”
“Oh?” You let out a laugh, “How? You could’ve found a reason, I’m sure.”
“Mmm, you’re right, I could’ve. But you looked so perfect on your knees for me, it was so worth it.”
Jamil purred as you brought him down, his hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall, his lips hovering over yours.
“… Can I kiss you again?” you whispered, like you were telling a secret or asking for something forbidden. Maybe you were. “I promise I won’t get carried away this time.”
Your lover snorted.
“Sure you won’t, that’s what you said earlier too.”
Despite his protests, Jamil eagerly met your lips with his own, parting as he entered your mouth with a gentle swipe of his tongue. A blissful sigh left your mouth as he shifted his hips, both of you moaning from the intoxicating heat growing again between your legs. You tilted your head to deepen the once chaste kiss, teeth grazing against tongues, wet sounds growing louder in the room as arms wrapped around each other.
You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his member get hard, still in your heat. Jamil’s hands wandered along your body, sliding down your back to arch you into him and off the bed. Digging your nails into his back to steady yourself, Jamil took control of your hips with his own, hot pleasure spreading over your bodies as he ground into you.
Gasping breaths and melding bodies, Jamil fervently pressed wet kisses into your forehead, cheeks, and down your neck.
“Shit, I don’t care. Let them come in and see us.” Moving to sit up, bringing you up with him to hold you in an embrace as he bounced you even deeper on his dick.
“Ah! Jamil! FUCK! Aaaaaaah~”
“That’s it, that’s perfect, say my name, let everyone know who you belong to.” You cried out as Jamil pulled your head back by your hair, neck now exposed as you felt warm, soft lips pressing kisses into your skin.
“Look at me.”
Eyes that you didn’t realize were closed, opened to meet your lover’s own dark gray ones. They were looking at you with lust, longing, and fondness that made you melt even more into his embrace. A rough snap of his hips forced a keen to leave your lips, tears welling up as you froze and shuddered, mouth forming an 'o' as you clenched to Jamil like he was your lifeline.
“That’s it, keep looking at me pretty, keep cumming for me.” His eyes wandered over your form as he kept your hips moving, despite your cries, looking at you like he was revering a deity.
Jamil was sure that you were one, sent specifically for him to worship. And for you to bless, him, only him. His personal god, his divinity, and he, your personal devotee, worshiper, servant.
How he loathed being a servant. But for you? He'd do anything to keep you tied to him for all eternity, to keep your love for him and to serve only his whims. When you really think about it, who's really the servant when you both live solely for the other?
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Fictober Day 19: Nightmares
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Prompt: Nightmares (🌼)
Summary: Matt has a nightmare. Again.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, nightmares, mentions of violence, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 1.2k
A/n: This is more of a Whumptober thing than Flufftober because it turned out angstier than planned. It still has the comfort elements though, and Matt finally gets a hug.
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The bedroom is hulled in darkness. Hell’s Kitchen is never really silent, but this late at night it is a little more bearable.
Matt came home only a few hours ago, covered in cuts and bruises that almost gave you a heart attack. He makes you a light sleeper because even when he’s safe and sound in bed next to you, you’re worried about him.
Day and night—every second of every day you are in a constant state of concern. You know how he gets. He seeks out trouble for the sake of the greater good, and he would jump in front of a buttle, too, if it meant protecting the innocent. You’ve almost lost him more times than you can count, so even when he tells you he is okay, you can’t stop; you can’t stop worrying about him because he is all you have.
When the bed creaks and a soft moan breaks the tranquility in the room, your eyes flutter open. You turn to look at the man beside you, though instead of finding him peacefully asleep, Matt is drenched in sweat, chest heaving with labored breaths as he writhes in the sheets, and his cries of agony wrap an iron fist around your heart.
It happens a lot more than he likes to admit—the nightmares. When the world gets quiet and the thoughts can roam freely in his mind, trying to find something, anything, to tear him down, that is when they come. The vultures find him in his most vulnerable moments, and then they feast.
He doesn’t like talking about them because he doesn’t see his dreams. Sometimes, flashes of memories turn into a mess of unintelligible sounds, and he feels like he’s on fire. Other times, his worst fears wrap a noose around his neck as though they are reality.
He dreams of losing you. He dreams of the coppery scent of your blood, feeling it stick to his hands as your heartbeat slips through his fingers like quicksand. He dreams of his dad dying, of his friends leaving, and of the wrath of God every time he feels to save someone. When he dreams, it almost always turns into a nightmare, and you feel so fucking useless every time.
You reach out for his clammy shoulders, trying to soothe him back to sleep, but the second you touch him, he jolts awake with a shout.
Matt doesn’t know it’s you. A cloud has engulfed him, tuning out everything beyond his own erratic heartbeat. He can still hear your screams echoing in his ear. So loud. So terrified. So dead.
They got to you, grabby hands determined to take you from him. When you touch him, all he can think about are the hands of the men who took you from him or the pain that spread through his chest like wildfire when your heartbeat disappeared into the void, and they laughed.
They laughed at him. They laughed at you. Because one day, he will be the death of you.
“Matt!” you call out. “Matt, listen to me. You’re safe. It was just a dream, baby. Listen to me!”
Your voice cracks as your pleas fall on deaf ears. You know better than to touch him, but tears are spilling down his cheeks and he’s grunting, and you just can’t help yourself. You want to make it all better. You want to fix him.
The second you brush his skin again, his nervous system reacts, though not in the way you expected him to.
His arms fling out, suddenly and aimlessly, catching your wrist in a grip far tighter than he means. And it hurts. You don’t want to, but your first instinct is to wince in pain. He’s a strong, strong man.
“Matt!” you shout. “Matt, stop! I need you to wake up.”
You’re not scared of him—you know he’d never hurt you. He doesn’t know it’s you right now, and you know that. This isn’t the first time he has lunged forward. This isn’t the first time he has thrown his arms around and accidentally hurt you. But the last time he did, the guilt almost killed him. If he thinks he hurt you again, God knows what will happen, and you can’t lose him. You can’t lose the man you love just because he thinks he is a danger to you.
You love him, nightmares and all. He needs you.
You throw your free hand up, reaching for his own. “It’s me! It’s me. Feel my heartbeat,” you insist. “I’m right here.”
For a second, his body goes rigid, muscles tensed, fist raised like he’s about to strike, but then he feels the steady thud, thud, thud of your heart in your chest, a sound so unique he could make it out in a crowd of millions, and his fist falters.
He stops fighting.
You press his hand over your heart, leaving no room for escape. “That’s me,” you whisper. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”
You’re alive.
For a split second, it’s like he can’t understand. He doesn’t want to understand because how the hell can your heart be beating when you just died? How can you be alive when he felt you slipping away from him?
His brows furrow and his fingers tremble against your skin. He’s still breathing hard, but slowly, painfully slowly, he begins to come out of the fog.
For a long moment, all he does is breathe—uneven, ragged breaths. It hurts you more than anything to see him like this, disoriented and terrified because he just doesn’t understand.
His head dips forward against your collarbone. You feel him clutch at you, hands grasping your shirt as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, you’ll disappear again.
“I’m sorry…” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shhh.” You have to try hard not to cry. “It’s okay.”
“I hurt you. I–”
“No,” you cut him off. “You were just looking for me. I’m okay, I promise.”
A sob tears through him.
“You’re okay. Come here. Listen.” You guide his head to your chest, resting his ear right above your heart where his hand remains, unable to move.
“Listen,” you repeat.
Matt’s eyes flutter. A singular tear travels from his lash line down his reddened cheek, staining the front of your shirt. You smell like him, but you feel like yourself.
“My heart is beating. I’m alive. I’m okay. It was just a bad dream. None of it was real or is ever going to become real,” you say.
He shudders. What if it does become real? What if he does lose you and all of this is just a cruel form of foreshadowing God put in his path?
Good Lord, he can’t think about that.
Your heart continues to dance to its most familiar rhythm, and he focuses on that. He focuses on you and the way you’re holding him or he’s sure he might lose his mind. Tonight was a bad one—a really bad one.
He’s not sure if he feels more guilty for waking you after disturbing your sleep once before, or that your wrist seems to be pulsating from the force he put around it. He didn’t mean to, but he hurt you.
You’re alive, he keeps telling himself. It was just a dream.
But he hurt you.
You cradle him against you. “Stop,” you say as if you can read his mind. “It’s not your fault.”
The guilt is too much for one man to carry, that much is true, but when he’s in your arms like this, it gets a little easier. Just for a little while, it gets easier.
He doesn’t have to carry it alone. He doesn’t have to fight the demons alone. He is not alone.
No matter what Matt Murdock does, you have vowed a long time ago not to give up on him. So, you stay, and you will continue to stay until you both die. And that, you hope, is a day still far, far in the future.
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'Exes to Lovers' prompts aaaah :
(feel free to use | also YALL GOTTA WRITE AND TAG ME. 8, 15, 19???? 20 and 25TH AHHHHH.)
glancing when the other isn't looking
not being able to hold their eye.
walking into them after years or months and realising, nothing has changed.
"wanna.. meet up for uhm some coffee later this week?"
realising how much you admire each other
getting too close to one another and fumbling away.
being pushed onto them in a crowd. and they're as warm as they were. AHHH
a brush of their fingers over yours. that small glance.
them shielding you from the crowd in an elevator (kdrama vibes aaah)
doing something you both used to do together. (like dancing, karaoke, baking, movie nights, getting coffee together etc)
laughing comes so easily with them. them knowing how to make u feel at ease >>>>
wondering if another step is taken it'll end up the way it was--broken.
"I've.. always missed you."
being so close to kissing. but saying, "I'm sorry." while still leaning in. "im so so sorry, i can't do this-" and then leaving.
"am i reading this wrong? if I'm.. push me away." WHILE BEING SO CLOSE, NOSES TOUCHING, eyes all over your LIPS AND SHI. AHHH.
"i don't want to lose you again, [name]. it hurt too much the first time and i was a coward for letting you go like that."
holding hands. trying to let go, but they gently squeeze it tighter.
falling back in love with how it feels to be around them first before u fall in ♡ w them.
"how can i ask you to stay tonight?" as a whisper, as a silent plead, or as a clingy tug.
"don't leave me alone." "i won't, love. not this time. never again."
the yearning gazes, lying near each other. just looking into each other's eyes.
"I've missed," they say pulling you closer, "everything about you."
"i didn't know how i feel yet. for you. for.. this."
^ "but..?" "but I'd like to listen to my heart. that's asking me to stay..."
kissing while crying?? just. gasping for more, fitting right between their arms and loving it???? ahhhh :'((
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Prompt Day 19: In the Garage
Word Count: 977
Rating: T
Pairing: Eddie x Reader
CW: Language
Summary: Eddie gets a nice surprise at work when you come in with a car problem.
Thank you to my darling @munson-blurbs for helping me when my mind was blank ❣
@corrodedcoffinfest
Eddie always stays in the bay with the cars when he’s at work. The only reason he would go into the office portion of the garage is to clock in, clock out, or use the bathroom. Yeah, he had been trained on how to do intake at the front desk when customers come in with car issues, but why would he want to do that? Why stand in the same spot for hours, listening to the boring smooth jazz coming from the speakers, and talk to people about their car issues?
When people try to mimic the noise their car is making, he can never decide if he wants to laugh or grit his teeth so hard that his jaw shatters. That would at least get him out of the conversation.
The whole reason Eddie became a mechanic is because he’s good with cars. People, not so much. Give him a torque wrench and a spark plug gapper and he’s good to go.
But one day, Eddie decides he really wants to work inside, behind the counter.
Eddie closes the hood of the jeep he was just working on and pulls the red rag hanging over his shoulder down so he can wipe some of the grime and grease off them. It’s impossible to get it all.
Music is playing on an old radio shoved into the corner of a workbench. Over the pounding bass, Eddie hears a car door slam in the parking lot and his head turns in that direction. Through the open bay doors Eddie sees the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on.
“Whoa,” he mutters under his breath.
His dark eyes follow as she walks across the parking lot, towards the front door inside.
Eddie practically hops over a Subaru as he rushes to the door that will lead him into the same space as the beautiful woman.
There’s already someone working the front counter as Eddie gets there, the beautiful woman headed their way.
“Brian, go ahead and take a break. I’ve got this,” Eddie mumbles to his coworker.
Brian, in his late fifties, only has to look up from the desk to understand why Eddie is trying to usher him out of the way. He chuckles and steps back, allowing Eddie into the space.
“Good luck, son. Let me know when my impromptu break is over.”
Eddie nods, eyes widening in an attempt to tell Brian to get the fuck out of here. Luckily, he slips into the back just as you approach the counter.
“Hey,” Eddie says before mentally cursing himself out. Hey? That’s all I’ve got? God damn it, Munson, pull it together.
He’d gone into fight or flight mode when it came to being the one to assist you and not given one damn thought about what to say to you.
“Hi,” you respond with a smile that almost makes Eddie’s knees buckle.
“So, uh, what can I do for you?” Eddie asks. He certainly means that in more ways than one.
“My engine temperature gauge is all the way on hot,” you explain, hooking a thumb over your shoulder, in the direction of your car.
Your car isn’t the only thing that’s hot, Eddie thinks.
“Yeah, that’s no problem,” Eddie says. “I can take a look at that for you.”
His mind scrambles for a reason to ask for your name and phone number—when he remembers that’s his role right now, to get your information. Unfortunately, that would make him seem like an absolute creep, not to mention unprofessional, to use your intake form to hit on you. Asking you out would probably also venture into unprofessional territory. The thought disheartens him before a potential loophole springs to mind. When you come to pick up your car, you technically wouldn’t be a customer anymore. That should also give him a few hours to come up with something cleverer to say than, “Hey.”
“Alright, we’ll give you a call when it’s done,” Eddie says.
“Thanks.”
You turn to leave, and Eddie is caught between being sad you’re going away and enjoying the view as you head towards the door. But you stop before you get there and step over to a bulletin board hung above a drinking fountain.
Eddie sees you looking over a flier for his upcoming Corroded Coffin show at a new bar and he perks up in excitement.
“That’s a great band,” Eddie says.
“Yeah?” You turn your head to look at him in question.
“Oh, yeah. The lead singer is great. I mean, really amazing. He also plays lead guitar. Not to mention the great hair he has.”
Eddie does his best to keep a straight face and leans forward, resting his forearms on the counter. An amused smile quirks your lips as you slip your hands into your back pockets.
“Huh. And is he maybe a mechanic during the day?” you ask.
Now he can’t hold the smile back any longer. He ducks his head and licks over his lips, seeing if he can school his face back into neutrality, but it’s in vain. With a shrug of his shoulders, he looks back up and meets your eyes.
“He might be.”
“Hmm,” you hum thoughtfully. “Then I agree. He does have a good head of hair.”
Eddie’s smile beams even wider. When’s the last time he’s been this happy at work?
“You should swing by. Check out the show,” he offers.
You pretend to consider it, tilting your head from side to side as if you’re thinking it over.
“I think I’m free that night,” you say. “And since this lead singer is so good, I guess I’ll check him out. Them. Uh, I’ll check them out.”
Eddie didn’t think he could smile any wider than he already was, but your slip-up does the trick.
“He looks forward to it.”
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19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
from smut prompt list no. 3 I sent you
With R getting turned on by Lucy's new uniform, and they start roleplaying out a search. Like "Feels like there's a big weapon you're trying to hide from me, sir~" type thing.
Lucy Chen x Male!reader
Tomorrow was Lucy's first official day as a police officer and she was buzzing with excitement.
She put on her brand new uniform to make sure it fit correctly and was looking at herself in the mirror of your bedroom.
You arrived home from your own day at work and walked to your bedroom with intentions of asking Lucy what she wanted to have for a celebratory dinner before her big day and was caught off guard by the sight of her in her uniform.
“Hey babe, these pants don't look too big do they?” She asks, turning around to give you a view of her ass.
“Nope they look perfect,” you say, clearly staring which makes her chuckle.
“Really? The uniform does it for you?” She teases.
“Well I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about you using your handcuffs on me,” you chuckle.
“You mean handcuffs like this?” She says, pulling a pair of handcuffs off her belt.
“Suddenly I think I've been a bad boy,” you say playfully.
“Well… I could use some more practice searching someone,” she says, taking your hands and placing them on the dresser, “So how about you spread your legs for me.”
“Yes ma’am,” you gulp, spreading your legs as she pats you down from behind, giving you a playful squeeze to your ass on her way down to your legs.
“Now turn around and put your hands in the air,” she orders and likes how your stomach becomes exposed as your shirt raises when you do as you're told.
She pats you down again starting from your arms down to your waist and this time she grabs your crotch, “hm, are you in possession of a weapon sir?”
“No officer I'm not,” you say, your erection growing.
“Are you sure? It seems like you're trying hide something from me,” she taunts, squeezing your bulge again, “and if you're hiding something I'm going to have to arrest you.”
“Why don't you take it out and see for yourself,” you reply.
She pulls your hands forward and snaps the handcuffs around your wrists, “I think I'll put these on just to be safe.”
She pushes you gently so your back hits the dresser, undoing your pants and letting your cock free.
“I was right, you are in possession of a weapon… and a big one at that,” she smirks, wrapping her hand around you and stroking so you get harder.
“Lucy,” you moan.
“That's officer Chen,” she says sternly, kissing at your neck, her hand going under your shirt to rest on your stomach.
She gets to her knees in front of you causing you to tug at the handcuffs when she pulls up your shirt and takes her time kissing and licking along your hips.
She teases you, making you think she's about to take you in her mouth but instead she gets back to her feet, pulling you over to the bed and pushing you back onto the mattress, your hands restrained with your pants around your ankles.
You wiggle into a bit more comfortable position as you watch Lucy struggle to get her belt off.
“Damn it not now,” she mumbles breaking the moment of role play which makes you laugh but eventually she gets it undone and rids herself of her pants, “okay where were we.”
“I think you were about to punish me officer Chen,” you chuckle.
She blushes and climbs on top of you, eagerly guiding you inside her, taking a moment to adjust before slowly rocking her hips.
“If you don't want me to write you a ticket you're gonna have to make me cum, think you can do that,” she commands.
“I'll do anything you want officer,” you groan as she starts to move faster.
You end up making her cum twice and an hour later Lucy is changing out of her uniform into her normal clothes so you could finally get dinner.
You're sitting on the edge of the bed, your wrists still bound by the handcuffs, “as hot as all that was these cuffs are actually start to hurt a little.”
“Oh no are you okay did I over do it?” She says worried.
“Not at all I enjoyed every second of it,” you reassure her, “but if you could get the key before I have to explain to all my coworkers tomorrow why my wrists are bruised that would be great.”
She picks up her uniform pants and searches the pockets but can't seem to find it and mutters an “oh crap.”
“You have the key right?” You ask.
“Of course I do… I've just… misplaced it,” she says.
“Well better me and not an actual criminal I guess,” you laugh.
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Deepest, Wholehearted Regards
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Whumptober 2024 - Day 7 - Prompt: Only for Emergencies / "It's us or them."
@prompts-of-bad-batch Week 3 Prompt: "Sometimes I think he's still here..."
Rated: G | Words: 914
21 BBY
Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount. He doesn’t want to listen to the argument at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He doesn’t want to hear about Tech being too analytical, or Crosshair being too emotional. He doesn’t want to hear Hunter try to mediate.
But the ship is too small for that.
And so he hears everything, whether he wants to or not.
Plan 99.
He hates it.
Crosshair hates it too. Hunter won’t say either way, but Wrecker knows Hunter can’t possibly be okay with it. But Tech thinks they should have a plan for everything. Every possible scenario. It is only logical, he says.
“If one of us were to become unrecoverably compromised,” Tech is arguing, “it would be advantageous to have the ability to communicate such an event discreetly.”
“Having a plan to sacrifice ourselves should not be an option.” Crosshair is seething, voice dangerously low.
“It is a very feasible last resort,” Tech counters.
“Be human for one second and think about how that sounds!”
“That’s enough!” Hunter’s sergeant voice is distinct, leaving no room for argument. “Crosshair, go cool off.”
Something slams down hard, the sound of heavy boots retreating to the cockpit, and the hiss of the door closing. Then heavy, thick silence. Wrecker twists his hands together. He wishes he had Lula.
“I did not mean…” Tech says quietly, but he stops short.
Wrecker thinks Hunter must’ve signaled him to be quiet, to let the conversation drop. Please.
There is a sharp intake of breath. “That is to say,” Tech continues, but his voice sounds strange now, “I did not mean for such a plan to be offensive or macabre. Rather, I believed it would provide a chance to relay information we might not otherwise have an opportunity to express in an event where our demise is imminent.”
Hunter sighs. He sounds tired. “What kind of information?”
“Our deepest, wholehearted regards and our innate desire to put the lives of our brothers above our own,” Tech says. “Plan 99 would embody such sentiments without losing time to do so.”
“That’s a good plan, Tech,” Hunter says after a long stretch of silence. “One I don’t intend for any of us to use.”
“That would be preferable,” Tech agrees. “And I thought it would also serve as a remembrance, for Ninety-Nine. I know he would have conveyed the same information, had he had the chance.”
“Yeah,” Hunter says softly, “He would’ve.”
19 BBY
“Wrecker, I need your help,” Omega says, climbing up into the crash seat next to him.
Wrecker laughs. “Sure, kid! What do ya need?”
Omega gives him her data pad. “Tech is having me memorize all of Clone Force 99’s plans. Can you quiz me?”
Wrecker holds the data pad up where Omega cannot see the screen. “Okay…Plan 7…”
Omega carefully relates each plan in detail, even when Wrecker tries to trick her by repeating a plan a time or two. The girl only laughs and recites the plan again without a hitch.
“Your brain must be almost as big as Tech’s, kid, memorizing all those plans like that,” Wrecker tells her, passing over the data pad and ruffling her feathery blond hair.
Omega giggles and ducks away. “Wait, you forgot one,” she protests, pushing the data pad back at him.
“I did?” Wrecker asks, frowning.
“Yeah! Plan 99.”
Wrecker’s heart drops. “Oh, well, yeah. That’s not really a plan. Not like the other plans, ya know?”
“It only says the sacrifice,” Omega says. “What does that mean?”
“Oh, um,” Wrecker stammers, “maybe you should ask Hunter or Tech. Or Echo.”
“Why?” Omega asks.
“They can explain it a whole lot better than me,” Wrecker says.
Omega frowns. “It makes you sad, doesn’t it. Plan 99? It’s for when something bad happens.”
“Sort of,” Wrecker agrees. “It’s for if one of us has to do something we can’t come back from.”
“I don’t like that,” Omega whispers, and she presses in close, curling up under his arm. “I hope we never use Plan 99…ever.”
“Me too, kid,” Wrecker mutters, hugging her close. “We never want to use it…but if we ever did use it, did you know it’s a secret message? Only for us?”
Omega hums a wordless question.
Wrecker continues, keeping his voice as low as he can. “If someone ever says Plan 99 because they know they ain’t coming back, it means they care about you so much, in more words than they have time to say ‘em. It means they are putting your life first, that they want you to keep living, to keep fighting.”
“It means ‘I love you,’” Omega says, voice muffled against him.
Wrecker swallows. “Yeah, kid. It means ‘I love you.’”
**
Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount room. He doesn’t want to listen to the silence at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He wants to hear Tech being analytical, explaining the galaxy away as though it were simple. He wants to hear Crosshair cleaning his rifle, Hunter discussing strategy with Echo. He wants to hear Omega laughing. He wants to pretend that he might be too far away to hear any of it. Sometimes he thinks they’re still there…if he pretends long enough.
But the ship is too small for that.
And so he hears nothing, whether he wants to or not.
Plan 99.
I love you too.
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Hi, this is first time I am asking someone for a story, but your prompts are so fun... Well my request is for Benedict and can you pla make a combo of prompt #2 & #19 (did you know its going to be this hot, write it to confirm 😅) and when its about Benedict it will be fun to read something smuty 😉
Hope I am not being very demanding ... Thanks in advance 💮
A/N - This was great to write, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the request!
Distract
Summary - Benedict knows how to distract you, even on a hot day
Warnings - Just fluff and a HINT of steam ;)
“Are you sure all the windows are open, dear?”
“Trust me, darling. I have every single window open in attempts to give us some relief with the breeze,”
You hummed, using the fan as much as you could as your husband, Benedict Bridgerton, was working away at his canvas and trying his best to finish the latest piece he was working on for a month. You loved watching him work, it was a peaceful time when you two would be in his art studio while you would be working on your correspondence and Benedict was painting. It was what you two would do every Sunday before you would have to start your hectic weekly schedules again.
You’ve been married to Benedict for almost 5 years now, you two have known each other since you were young and were madly in love with one another in your teens. Of course, you both had to wait until you both were old enough for Benedict to properly court you, then propose to you. It was rather silly since you both knew even as early teens that you would be married to each other for all of your lives. It was also a perk that your families were close friends, both sets of parents were already inwardly planning on your courtship when they saw the spark between the pair of you. It was safe to say that his mother, the sweet and kind Violet Bridgerton, was beyond happy to gain another daughter in her household and with her name.
You were glad too.
Having a small apartment in the Bridgerton Estate was an immense blessing, having new siblings to get to know and be social with, your own space to share with Benedict, and simply have your time as a wife with him. He was beyond an amazing husband, making things light in diet times, knowing when to make you laugh when you were sad or simply hold you when you needed physical contact. You both had flaws, but talking through them together as a team made it all worthwhile.
But now there was a minor heat wave that came through the area, and even the massive Bridgerton estate would not bring any relief that would help you anytime soon.
“Did you know it was going to be this hot today?” You asked nonchalantly as you were scanning the stack of envelopes on the desk for you to peer through.
“I wish I did, then we would have planned a better outing,” Benedict answered.
“Perhaps we should have escaped to the lake, like Kate and Anthony,” you hummed as you looked over another ball invitation while fanning yourself, Benedict chuckling from his spot at his easel while he was drawing a long stripe of blue on the canvas.
“I’d rather be in an audience of their…love for one another,” Benedict replied with a snort, making you giggle as you looked over in his direction. He was still dressed somewhat formally, you both coming back from a luncheon with your mother-in-law. His blue coat and undershirt brought out the shine in his eyes and the flushness in his cheeks, making him look even more enchanting than ever.
Every once in a while you would get lost in his appearance: whether he was working deep on a piece of art and his skin was stained in ink or charcoal, or even when you two were chatting during dinner and he was ranting about a family story. He had a way with you, a way to make you lose your train of thought or make time stand still.
“Darling?”
You blinked, seeing that Benedict stopped his painting and was watching you with a hint of concern, “Are you well?”
You smiled and blinked slowly, placing your fan on the desk and resting a hand on your cheek as you tilted your head at him, “More than well, since I get a marvelous view of my husband being a marvelous artist,”
Benedict grinned, the smirk he showed you was enough to make your stomach flip. You knew that look, something reserved for the pair of you out of the public eye. He may have Benn posted as a gentleman when it came to his name and how to conduct himself, but it was a different scenario when you two were alone. He knew how to make you cave from a simple look or sweet talk. Benedict has always been a flirt, before you got together and then after. But most of the time you were the object of his flirtations.
Which you would never object to.
“Just marvelous? Oh, you wound me,” He replied, you ruling your eyes as he continued, “The words I would use for my wife would be far more expressive,”
“Oh would they?” You asked, taking the bait that he was dangling for you. Benedict could only smile, placing the paint brush on the easel before he walked over towards you. He went around the desk, his eyes still drilling into yours with a signature smile as his fingers traced along the top of the dress, almost making a mess of your letter pile while he was getting closer to you. It felt like you were frozen in your spot in the chair, your fan staying still in your hand, Benedict reaching over to take the fan from your hand delicately.
“Divine…exquisite…intelligent….kind….angelic….” He laced every word with love and affection, inching closer and closer to you as he was now perched on the top of the desk, his eyes twinkled in the sunlight and your breath was lost in your throat. You felt every single one of those words hit you along your chest, making you feel so loved and almost as light as air.
As soon as he was close enough to have his lips brush against yours, you felt your stomach summersault as he eyed your lips for the briefest of moments.
“Just to name a few,” He whispered, you eyeing his lips in return as you finally grinned widely at you.
You dived in, kissing him deeply as he was perched over you on the desk. You both kissed, leaning into each other smoothly and with no hesitation while it felt like you couldn’t get closer than ever before. This was nothing new for you two, especially when it came to the throws of love. Benedict was an amazing lover, knowing which buttons to push and where to touch you with both his lips and hands. There was never a dull moment with your husband when it came to pleasure, and he would surprise you in the best way possible.
“Take off your jacket, the hell?” You huffed against his lips as you reached to push his blue jacket off. Benedict laughed, kissing you deeply as he threw off the jacket to toss it to the floor you spoke again, “You’re making me hot just by looking at you,”
“Just by my looks?” Benedict asked in a breath, you laughing as he reached to undo a bit of your dress with his nimble and skilled fingers, “I must be lacking then. Perhaps I should brush up a bit more,”
“Yes you must,” You hummed in return, almost in a growl. You both let the rest of the world slip away, just like your dress slipping to the floor as well as his trousers.
That hot day was bearable after all.
The End
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Challenge Friday - 9/19/2024 @pixelcafe-network
The prompt was song inspired! Keigo on a first date!!
Wc - 726 Cw - Nothing. Just a nervous Keigo being a cutie!
Keigo looked himself over in the mirror, spritzing himself with cologne one last time. His feathers ruffled behind him as he tucked them closer to his body. Each one shining as the sun filters across them. Taking one more glance at his watch, “Oh shit!” muttered under his breath as he grabbed his wallet off the vanity. Making his way to the door as he slipped his sneakers on. Trying to keep as casual as he could. His nerves had him fumbling over everything and almost tripping over his own two feet.
The orange and pink hues of the clouds spread across the sky as he flew towards the movie theater. He was still in awe that you, his adorable assistant turned semi sidekick, had agreed to go on a date. Your quirk was not quite suited for hero work outside of the medical field, but the fact that you had fought so hard to even get a place in his agency showed him just how determined you were, something he admired greatly.
Rubbing his sweaty palms on the material of his jeans, he landed in front of the small restaurant. A little known, out of the way, diner that had always treated him like a regular customer, and not all the insanity that came with being a hero. It just happened to be a bonus that you said it was close to your apartment.
Spotting you just outside the diner, a genuine smile spread across his face. You look so different in casual clothes. A simple top and cardigan with some comfortable jeans and a pair of slip on shoes. As soon as you noticed him, you waved, a smile on your face as you made your way towards him. “Wow, look at you hero. You clean up nice!” a small teasing lit to your voice.
The tips of his ears tinged pink as he tried to casually scratch the back of his neck, “Thanks. You though, you look great.” smiling at you, he gestured towards the small diner, “Shall we?” he held his arm out for you to loop your hand through it, trying to hide his nervousness. Giggling, you hooked your arm through his, thankful he turned towards the door and could not see the dusting of pink across your cheeks.
Like a true gentleman, he opened the door for you, the small bell chiming and alerting the waitress of your arrival, like Keigo didn’t call ahead anyway to request some privacy. Pulling out the chair for you, he pushed it back in for you before taking his own seat. Small talk wasn’t exactly your forte, and you wanted to avoid all shop talk while on this date, “So.. How have you been?” You tried to sound casual, truly, but the awkwardness was obvious in your voice. Glancing at the menu in your hands.
Smiling at you, he leaned forward, “I’ve been good. Kind of nervous if I'm being honest. I didn’t think I’d make it this far.”
You stared at him. He didn't think he'd make it this far? What was he saying? He didn't think you would agree to go on a date? He has to be joking. A laugh bubbled in your chest and soon you were almost doubled over. The menu abandoned on the table. “You thought.. How? That would be..” wiping the small tears from your eyes, you looked up at him, “Keigo, you thought I wouldn’t want to go on a date with you? Was all my flirting that bad? It took you so long to ask me out, I was about to ask you myself!”
He watched you laugh, eyebrows raised in realization. All the times your fingers lingered on his as you handed him folders of reports and paperwork. He had caught you staring way more often than anyone else. “Wait, so if I had waited, you would have asked me out instead?” he asked, a lopsided smile on his face now. Leaning back in his seat, he picked up the menu again. The nervousness gone and replaced with his usual confidence as he glanced up at you.
Watching you blush and pick your menu up again, “I was going to give you another few days.” you managed to squeak out, suddenly very aware of his courage. This date was definitely going in his favour.
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The First Time... Prompts
1) …they see you doing something embarrassing.
2) …you realize that you long to see them again.
3) …you cook together/they cook for you.
4) …you take them to your favorite spot in town/etc.
5) …you witness them having a bad day/receiving bad news.
6) …you see baby photos of them.
7) …they stand up for you/have your back.
8) …you go on a date.
9) …you notice them pushing you away/holding you at arm’s length.
10) …they cry in front of you.
11) …you fall asleep next to them/in their arms.
12) …they give you a nickname.
13) …you have an argument.
14) …they introduce you to someone important to them.
15) …you take a shower together.
16) …you notice that you’ve not been thinking about them at all. (e.g. after a breakup, while making a decision that changes their life too)
17) …your friends tease you about your crush/relationship.
18) …you say I love you.
19) …you see them wearing your clothes.
20) …you buy/make/plan something for their birthday.
21) …you hear them laugh.
22) …they (truly) annoy you.
23) …you go on a vacation together.
24) …you see them angry.
25) …they do/say something romantic for/to you.
26) …they hurt you.
27) …you see them acting so that it seems out of character.
28) …you hold hands.
29) …you have a (day)dream about them.
30) …they break a promise they made.
31) …they help you with something.
32) …they are feeling sick (and you take care of them).
33) …they don’t (immediately) answer your call/text.
34) …you kiss them.
35) …you fart in front of them.
36) …they are already asleep when you join them in bed.
37) …you meet them again after days/months/years apart.
38) …you see them drunk.
39) …you make plans together for something in the far future.
40) …you celebrate your anniversary together.
41) …they try out something that you love doing.
42) …you see them looking flustered.
43) …being near them doesn’t make you feel better/calm you at all.
44) …you (think it might be better/easier if you were to) break up (with them).
45) …you buy something together for your shared home.
46) …they give you puppy dog eyes.
47) …you see them being scared of something.
48) …you completely lose track of time talking to them.
49) …you hear them talking about an ex.
50) …they walk/drive you home.
51) …you get a message from them (in the morning/evening – as they want to be the first/last person you talk to that day).
52) …you wake up without them still sleeping next to you.
53) …you surprise them with something.
54) …you say something to them that you immediately regret.
55) …they treat you in a way/say something that helps you accept a flaw – or what you perceive as one, at least – of yours.
56) …they don’t say I love you back.
57) …you see them get jealous.
58) …you’re alone at their place (and it doesn’t feel odd).
59) …you see them not succeeding/failing at something.
60) …you experience their favorite day of the year/holiday/season with them by your side.
61) …you lie to them.
62) ...you have sex.
63) …you tell them something you never told anyone before.
64) …you notice a specific quirk of theirs.
65) …you talk about being with them for the rest of your life.
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“. . are you sure it’s supposed to be put together like that?”
you huff, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you look back at sephiroth from behind you. you wouldn’t have minded some company from him any other time, but seeing the way his lips curled into a smile as he watched you struggle with the stupid nuts and bolts that wouldn’t fit in their proper locations, the hot sensation of frustration couldn’t help but prick at your ears.
“i’m trying,” you turn back to your project — maybe one that was failing a little bit but nonetheless still a project you wouldn’t give up on.
the size of sephiroth’s shadow grew as he made his way to crouch down next to you, the scent of bergamot and a fresh, woodsy cologne hitting you in the face as you look over to him. watching as he cocked his head, slit pupils darting along the set as he held a curious finger to his lips.
“would you care for me to assist you?” whether it was the close proximity or the way his voice lowered when he assessed the small instructional pamphlet that came with the furniture ( maybe it was a mixture of both ), but you couldn’t help but gaze at him.
truly a rare sight you had been gifted with. sephiroth no longer armor clad with the discomfort of his battles clinging onto him, instead you’re met with a white t-shirt perhaps a size too small as it hugs the firmness of his body. or.. perhaps you’ve just forgotten how strong he really is. it’s a nice change of pace, getting small notes of your body wash when he finally whips his head around to look at you.
he laughs, “let me rephrase,” the way his eyes crinkle with the soft chuckle you unintentionally evoke out of him is satisfying, you’d really like to hear it more often. “do you need me to assist you?” he alters the previous question. the way his eyes follow yours when you try to subtly avert his gaze is intense. he finds it cute, though — he remains still as he awaits your answer.
“i mean. . .” you trail off. you look back at the instructions and back at the screwdriver that lies limp in your palm, the redness of your hand still evident from how hard you were gripping the tool making you wince before you’re met with the cool hands of your beloved wrapping his around yours. his fingers curl around the tool before he uses his other hand to close your hand on his.
you look back up at him. he smiles once more. “i’ll take that as a yes.”
and you must admit, sitting on top of the couch while your boyfriend works at building this unnecessarily difficult desk chair you had been begging to go look at while he still had a day off, wasn’t so bad. you truly were spoiled by him, he thinks, but then again — he wouldn’t have it any other way.
your lips twitch upwards at the small sight of his pink tongue slipping through the corner of his lips in concentration, only darting out to moisten them a bit before they purse back into an assiduous pout.
“it’s not polite to stare, you know,” he mutters. you don’t falter, merely resting your head on your palm.
“i can’t admire the beautiful man before me?”
he lets a huff of amusement escape through his nose, maybe a combination between a scoff at how often you had managed to slip it in the conversation. he shakes his head at you fondly. “i suppose you could,” he mumbles.
you smiled as you tuck a silver strand behind his own ear, watching as he picks up another tool and gives you a half-smile from the corner of his peripheral. yeah, you thought, truly a rare sight you had been gifted with.
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fluff ⤵️
1. "you look good in my clothes/hoodie/sweater."
2. "you looked cold, so i brought you a blanket/jacket/sweater."
3. "do you wanna come over and watch that movie we always talk about?"
4. "stop stealing my food."
5. "you can stay over if you want."
6. "your hands are freezing—here, take mine."
7. "your laugh is my favorite sound."
8. "why are you hiding behind the door?"
9. "i didn’t mean to fall asleep on your couch."
10. "do you ever think about us like… as more than friends?"
11. "you remembered my favorite drink?"
12. "you can’t fall asleep without your goodnight hug, huh?"
13. "i kept this photo of us—don’t laugh."
14. "oh, so now we’re holding hands?"
15. "you’re my favorite person, you know that?"
16. "how do you look good even in sweatpants?"
17. "you forgot your umbrella, so i came to walk you home."
18. "wait, don’t fall asleep yet."
19. "you can borrow my jacket, but don’t lose it, okay?"
20. "you can braid my hair if you want."
21. "we should bake something together—it’ll be a disaster, but fun."
22. "do you think you could ever love me back?"
23. "you stayed up all night taking care of me?"
24. "you’re the only person who knows how to make me smile like this."
25. "your playlist is basically my soundtrack at this point."
26. "are you… blushing? because of me?"
27. "did you plan this whole day just to make me happy?"
28. "you’ve been carrying that photo of us in your wallet this whole time?"
29. "you’ll always have me, no matter what."
30. "is that my shirt you’re wearing?"
31. "you’re like my personal sunshine."
32. "hold my hand—just until we get there, okay?"
33. "you fell asleep on my shoulder again."
34. "you make my world feel a little brighter."
35. "i know you hate hugs, but i’m giving you one anyway."
36. "i couldn’t imagine my life without you in it."
37. "you brought me flowers? just because?"
38. "stop looking at me like that—it’s unfair."
39. "you talk about me in your sleep, you know?"
40. "i can’t believe you remembered my favorite ice cream flavor."
41. "you’re staring again—what’s on your mind?"
42. "sometimes, i wish time could just freeze when i’m with you."
43. "you’re my home, more than anywhere else."
44. "let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to."
45. "you really trust me with your secrets, huh?"
46. "you doodled hearts in my notebook again."
47. "did you really save the last piece of cake for me?"
48. "you’re the best part of my day."
49. "what would i do without you?"
50. "you’re my person—always have been, always will be."
suggestive ⤵️
1. "if you keep looking at me like that, i might kiss you."
2. "are you trying to distract me on purpose?"
3. "you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d be mad right now."
4. "you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."
5. "is that your way of asking me to stay the night?"
6. "you can’t keep teasing me like this."
7. "come closer, i won’t bite—unless you want me to."
8. "you don’t have to pretend to be innocent with me."
9. "your hands feel good on my skin."
10. "you’re thinking about me, aren’t you?"
11. "that’s not what you were saying last night."
12. "stop biting your lip like that, it’s distracting."
13. "don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me."
14. "you’ve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes."
15. "if you keep talking like that, i won’t be able to hold back."
16. "do you have any idea what you do to me?"
17. "come here and let me take care of you."
18. "why don’t we skip the movie and go straight to the good part?"
19. "you’re going to be the death of me, i swear."
20. "you’re not as innocent as you look, are you?"
21. "do you want me to kiss it better?"
22. "your place or mine?"
23. "i didn’t say stop."
24. "you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?"
25. "do you trust me?"
26. "if you don’t stop teasing me, i might have to do something about it."
27. "come here, let me help you out of that."
28. "you’ve been on my mind all day."
29. "don’t make promises you can’t keep."
30. "you’re too tempting for your own good."
31. "what are you doing in my bed?"
32. "i think we’d both be more comfortable if you took that off."
33. "you’re cute when you’re flustered."
34. "what if i said i wanted more than just a kiss?"
35. "you have no idea how much i want you right now."
36. "is that a dare?"
37. "you look so good like this."
38. "tell me what you want, and i’ll make it happen."
39. "you’re mine, remember that."
40. "don’t look at me like that unless you mean it."
41. "you’re not as shy as you pretend to be."
42. "i love it when you get all worked up."
43. "keep talking like that and see what happens."
44. "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
45. "you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now."
46. "i’m not sure i can behave if you keep looking at me like that."
47. "let me show you how much i missed you."
48. "is it bad that i like seeing you all flustered?"
49. "you’re the best kind of distraction."
50. "you’re irresistible, and it’s so unfair."
second chance romance ⤵️
1. "do you ever think about what we could’ve been?"
2. "i never stopped loving you."
3. "if i could go back in time, i’d do everything differently."
4. "do you think we could try again?"
5. "i still keep your picture in my wallet."
6. "this place reminds me of us."
7. "do you ever miss me?"
8. "you’re the one that got away."
9. "i can’t stop thinking about what we lost."
10. "i wasn’t ready to let you go."
11. "you always had a piece of my heart."
12. "every song reminds me of you."
13. "it’s been years, and you still feel like home."
14. "i hate that i lost you."
15. "you deserved someone better than me."
16. "you still wear the necklace i gave you?"
17. "i saw you in my dream last night."
18. "we were so close to forever."
19. "do you think we could ever be us again?"
20. "seeing you again feels like a second chance."
21. "i thought i was over you, but then i saw you smile."
22. "you were my first love—you still are."
23. "i thought i’d never see you again."
24. "every road i take somehow leads back to you."
25. "do you remember the promises we made?"
26. "it’s always been you."
27. "i thought i was okay until i saw you with someone else."
28. "why did you have to come back into my life now?"
29. "i wrote you so many letters i never sent."
30. "you’re the only person who ever truly knew me."
31. "i don’t think i ever really moved on."
32. "i kept the gift you gave me."
33. "can we start over?"
34. "it still hurts, seeing you."
35. "i thought leaving was the right choice, but now i’m not so sure."
36. "you’re still the first person i think of when i hear good news."
37. "i was so stupid to let you go."
38. "do you think we could fix what’s broken?"
39. "we ended too soon."
40. "i never wanted anyone else—it was always you."
41. "you’re the reason i came back."
42. "i miss the way you used to look at me."
43. "it feels like i’ve been waiting for you forever."
44. "you used to love me."
45. "i wanted to call, but i didn’t think you’d pick up."
46. "i still dream about you."
47. "do you regret what we had?"
48. "you taught me what love is, and no one else has come close."
49. "it’s not too late for us, is it?"
50. "i still believe we were meant to be."
angst ⤵️
1. "i saw you with them—don’t deny it."
2. "you promised you wouldn’t hurt me."
3. "why didn’t you just tell me?"
4. "i thought i meant something to you."
5. "is that all i am to you?"
6. "you chose them over me."
7. "i don’t know if i can forgive you."
8. "was anything real between us?"
9. "i can’t keep pretending i’m okay."
10. "you don’t trust me, do you?"
11. "do you even love me?"
12. "did you even think about how i would feel?"
13. "don’t act like you care."
14. "you never really loved me, did you?"
15. "i’m not enough for you."
16. "do you even know how much you hurt me?"
17. "please don’t go."
18. "i thought you were different."
19. "it’s too late to fix this."
20. "i wish i could hate you."
21. "you don’t get to walk back into my life like this."
22. "i can’t lose you again."
23. "you broke me."
24. "i waited for you, but you never came."
25. "how could you keep this from me?"
26. "i wish we’d never met."
27. "this isn’t how it was supposed to end."
28. "you always put them first."
29. "stop pretending you care."
30. "i saw you with them—it’s over."
31. "don’t lie to me."
32. "you said you’d never leave."
33. "what about us?"
34. "you made me believe in us."
35. "why am i never enough?"
36. "you could’ve told me."
37. "don’t walk away from me."
38. "it wasn’t supposed to hurt like this."
39. "why are you pushing me away?"
40. "i thought we were forever."
41. "did you ever really love me?"
42. "please don’t make me choose."
43. "how could you think i didn’t care?"
44. "i loved you with everything i had."
45. "you were my everything."
46. "we can’t keep doing this."
47. "saying you're sorry isn’t enough this time."
48. "you knew this would destroy me."
49. "you’re too late."
50. "i hope they’re worth it."
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congrats on 600!! could i ask for both 19 and 76 from the 100 dialogue prompts with sirius black please?
˚୨୧⋆。 prompt/s; 19) "you really didn't notice that i was falling in love with you?" 76) "i'd do anything for you" — from 100 dialogue prompts
˚୨୧⋆。 warnings; best friend!sirius x reader, sirius sabotages readers dates (it’s not explicitly described, just mentioned), they confess feelings, possible ooc sirius, insinuation to a date between them
˚୨୧⋆。 a/n; i’m still trying to get reqs out, trust🙏
— celebrate 600 with me?
you and Sirius were best friends, have been for as long as you could remember. the two of you practically joined at the hip, which never changed when he became friends with James and Remus.
despite your closeness, you seemed to be unaware of Sirius’ feelings towards you. sure you’d noticed he had become more protective of you during fourth year, practically shooing off all the people you tried dating and audibly voicing his disliking to anyone you did manage to sleep with.
after another ‘sabotaged’ date by Sirius, you were both in the Gryffindor common room. Sirius sat on one side of the couch with your legs draped across his lap, his hands soothing back and forth. everyone else was already in the dorms asleep, but not you two. you could both sit up for hours just talking, or like that one night you both sat in silence until you fell asleep together.
“how come you keep getting my dates cancelled?”
the question came out before you could stop it, and Sirius stilled his hand on your shin. your words made him freeze, deep down he knew it was destined to come up at some point but just not now.
a sigh fell from his lips before he ran a hand across his face, his eyes met yours again as he answered.
“i may have.. you know, feelings for you”
in true Sirius Black nature, he tried to make any admission of his feeling inaudible.
it wasn’t that he was embarrassed necessarily, he just was scared you’d reject him after all this time.
“you have feelings for me?”
your voice stayed soft, not wanting to scare him off from your tone. he nodded in response before sighing again, a pink tinge coating his cheeks.
“really? i mean, i’m flattered just— i didn’t expect you to like me”
that had him curling in on himself, worry settling in his stomach and something akin to a pout on his lips which you noticed straight away. just like you always did. you always noticed when he curled in on himself.
moving your legs from his lap and reaching for one of his hands, pulling him in your direction and laying his head on your shoulder.
“you really mean it Siri?”
your tone was different this time, hopeful almost.
which had him lifting his head, his eyes pleading as they met yours while your fingers brushed his hair out of his face.
“because i have feelings for you too, was too chicken shit to admit it”
a sigh of relief feel from his lips, his eyes shutting in the process as he lay his head on your shoulder again and further into your neck.
humming softly as he pressed a kiss to your neck, your fingers tangling in his hair and softly scratching across his scalp as he spoke up.
"you really didn't notice that i was falling in love with you?"
his voice came out muffled against your neck, your fingers softly pulling him back to meet his eyes again. moving your hand to cradle his jaw and soothing your thumb across his cheeks.
“thought you just wanted to protect me from shitty dates”
both of you laughing softly at that, laying your head on his shoulder in return and curling into his side. his left arm hesitantly wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer against him, while he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"i'd do anything for you"
shaking your head at his words before he was laying down on the couch, keeping you against his side and holding you as close as he could. your head lay on his shoulder and your left hand on his chest, his hand running up and down your side.
you glanced up at him, his eyes already on you. your faces inches from the others and your breath fanning across his face as you whispered out to him.
“clearly— with all the date sabotaging it should’ve been obvious”
he huffed, a pout tugging at his lips making you roll your eyes at him.
your closeness made his heart thump in his chest, his mind racing and his feelings for you reaching an all time high. all he wanted was to lean in and kiss you, but he wanted to do right by you— even let you make an honest man out of him.
“i won’t sabotage your next date i promise, ‘cause i was kinda hoping i’d be the one taking you”
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Coukd you do Kiss number 19 with Blitzo please? That generally seemed like an interesting one!
prompt #19: a kiss underwater
There are plenty of sights you see on a mission, so often that you tend to take them in stride. Violence, gore, Blitzø thrusting his crotch mockingly towards whoever the target is. What you weren’t expecting was a booby-trapped fortress of doomsday preppers making your job way harder than it needed to be.
Jumping over one of the countless trip wires, you toss a bola towards the fleeing prepper with precision that would’ve made Moxxie proud if he hadn’t been too busy trying to find the actual target. The bola wound itself around their ankles and sent them crashing to the floor with a yelp. There was a crunching sound and a groan – but you were sure they’d agree a broken nose was better than a bullet to the brain. Blitzø didn’t really sweat the collateral damage, but the client had insisted that you only take out the one actually responsible for their death.
Skipping down to the end of the hall, you jump over their body and your tail catches hold of a door handle. You use the grip to swing yourself around in a wide arc and you continue down the corridor without breaking stride. You can hear the others further ahead, and you skid to a holt as you find yourself face to face with an indoor water reservoir. Moxxie and Millie have the target cornered…
Well, they have them in the room.
The prepper is wielding on hell of a gun, and you barely manage to dive behind the same load-bearing pillar Millie has ducked behind. She grabs hold of your arm and pulls you into her side, casting a glance around the corner towards the target.
“He ain’t firin’ ‘cause these are load-barin’ pillars.” she explains breathlessly. “But he’s got a lotta friends here we haven’t taken out yet.”
“Right,” you frown, watching Moxxie try and fail to line up a shot. The prepper fires a warning shot – giving Moxxie and the pillar a wide enough berth to avoid actually taking it down. Still, it blasts through the wall behind the three of you, rocking the room in a way that makes your stomach twist. “And Blitz is…?”
There’s a crash and a familiar shout of “Fuuuuck!” and you turn just in time to watch the air vents above the prepper collapse in twisted metal and dust, a flash of red skin and black leather falling down on top of them.
You and Millie burst into laughter as Blitzø rides the prepper’s shoulders like they’re a mechanical bull, his claws digging into the flesh of their face before he digs his gun out of his holster and cracks them over the head with the butt of it.
The prepper collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, and you barely manage to catch Blitzø’s victorious grin in the second before the two of them land in the reservoir with a splash.
You’re still laughing as the three of you emerge from behind the pillars, and you fold your arms across your chest as Moxxie wraps an arm around Millie’s waist and presses a kiss to her temple. Your laughter tapers off slowly, your brow furrowing as you watch the water still.
“Does, uh… does Blitz know how to swim?”
M&M sober too, and Moxxie takes an uncertain step forward, eying the water’s surface. “I mean, surely…”
You sigh heavily, quickly toeing off your shoes and shrugging out of your jacket. “Satan… damn it.”
Inhaling deeply, you sprint to the edge of the reservoir and dive, the shock of the icy water almost knocking the air right back out of you. The dive takes you deep, and you find yourself thanking whoever’s listening for the fact that you’d taken your Envy Ring ex up on their offer to teach you to swim. The glow of your eyes breaks through the ink-black around you and you manage to catch the subtle glint of the gun still clutched in your boss’ hand below you.
Kicking yourself down towards him, your hand catches hold of the lapel of his coat, fingers burning with the cold of the water. Blitzø’s eyes open as he feels your touch, his gaze blurred and unfocused as the last of his air leaves his lungs in a stream of bubbles. His hands clutch at your arms in panic, and you haul him up towards you, and press your lips to his.
Blitzø’s eyes widen in surprise and you part your lips, breathing air into his mouth. His hands relax slightly and you kick hard, pulling him up with you, wrapping your tail around his waist. Your lungs are burning painfully as you near the surface, your jaw gritted and your muscles straining as they drag up your water-logged bodies. The two of you break the surface with twin gasps, and you feel hands grab hold of you and tug you towards the reservoir’s edge.
Blitzø doesn’t release you even as Millie and Moxxie hold the two of you up; he presses his face into the curve of your neck, his breathing laboured. He chokes out a laugh, and you punch his shoulder.
“Ow! The fuck was that for?!”
“Asshole!” you snarl breathlessly. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
“Me?” Blitzø gasps, breaking off into a coughing fit. He spits up water, gasping. “You’re the one who kissed me!”
Moxxie and Millie interject in unison. “You what?”
“I gave you air!” you argue defensively. “I saved your life, idiot!”
“Yeah, you did!” Blitzø grins widely, and he leans in to smack a kiss obnoxiously against your cheek. “Someone’s anglin’ for Employee of the Month!”
“Ugh!” you push him away with a scoff, holding back a smile as Moxxie helps you out of the water. Blitzø manages to swat your ass as you do, and you immediately unwind your tail from his waist so he collapses back into the water with a yelp. It’s only Millie’s hand on his arm that stops him from going under again, and he scowls up at you petulantly from under dripping brows. You blow him a kiss mockingly, bending down to scoop up your jacket and fishing your phone out of the pocket. “Now can we go home, please?”
send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø
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Into the Closet (Guro Reiten x Reader)
warnings: smut
prompt: in which you and Guro play for opposition teams and sneak off after a group stage game.
a/n: based off this request here also y’all are WELCOME
You were born and raised in Switzerland, and you were proud of it. You made the move to Chelsea at only 19 and eventually met Guro.
You guys did not click instantly. You played the same position and Guro was constantly trying to fight, work, and out skill her way into a starting position instead of you. But you didn’t falter nor give up your spot. You did, however, tear those dreaded three letters halfway through the first season with Guro there and she ended up taking your spot in the lineup. She took your spot but she also became a comfort blanket to you, helping you through physio, mental difficulties and struggles.
The day you got back onto the field was the day Guro kissed you after the game. She had been so happy for you, happy to have you on her right wing as she was on the left. It was a perfect kiss, a perfect fleeted changing room kiss after everyone had left.
Years later, she was your girlfriend, and you were lined up in the tunnel of the biggest stage in the world. The World Cup.
You lined up beside Guro by coincidence and reached out to gently grab her hand. She grabbed yours, gave it a squeeze and then let it go.
The game ended 0-0 to Norways great. They gas lost their first game and it wasn’t looking good for them. What looked even worse was when the media asked for you and Guro for the post game conference after you had both showered and changed into your countries sweatsuit. They asked you a couple questions but somehow none came up about your relationship although public. Maybe it was because of the harsh glare Guro gave the interviewers as she walked into the room that made several of them grow smaller, wether by looking down or scrunching their shoulders.
After the session was over, you abandoned your post and was the first to walk out and into the hallways under the stadium. They were pretty empty as no one else had poured out of the meeting room. Only janitors and a couple people of importance you didn’t know littered the halls. You leaned against the wall and waited.
She didn’t have you standing around long. A minute later the Norwegian came rushing out of the room, her face annoyed. That is until she saw you. Her features lit up and the Norwegian quickly grabbed your hand and started running. "Guro Reiten! What are you doing?!" you whisper yelled, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was watching. It was a hard task to do while running. "This is probably the last time we’ll see each other other than if we both somehow make it to the final. Which won’t happen with how Norway are playing," she grumbled as she turned a corner and slowed her pace. "Yes I know that," you said gently as she led you towards a door.
"So, I want to…" Guro started saying as she opened a door.
"You want to have sex in a closet?" you finished her sentence. "Yes. Get in before someone sees us," the older girl said.
You quickly hurried into the dark closet and watched as Guro entered herself and locked the door with the help of an old wooden chair that was there for god knows what reason. "You are insane," you laughed, your back pressed against the wall and your hands over your mouth. "And you are so very hot," she said, pressing her body into yours and grabbing your wrists to place them at your sides. You cupped her face in your hands and smiled down at her, your height difference only an inch, but you teased her about it always. "Are we actually gonna do this?" you laughed. "Yeah, we tell our coaches that we got held back in the hallways," she said, starting to kiss your neck.
You threw your head back and dug your nails into her sides as she continued her attack on your neck.
Playing with the hems of her Norwegian hoodie, you tugged it upwards, signaling to her you wanted it off. She stopped kissing you just for you to pull her sweatshirt over her head and tossing it into a bucket. You took a couple seconds to look at her body before placing your hands on her chest and backing her up to the opposite wall.
Guro let out a small moan as she hit the concrete wall softly. You pulled your own tracksuit over your head and discarded it before mimicking Guro’s past actions.
You pulled her ponytail loose and started kissing her neck all the way down to her collarbone. You let your hands roam her abs as hers found residence on your ass, squeezing it every time you got a rise out of her. Eventually, you pulled her sports bra up and over her head, enjoying the view of her breasts. You got down your knees and kissed her stomach until you got to her sweatpants which came off at lighting speed and stayed around her ankles.
"Still okay to do this?" you asked her as though you hadn’t already had sex dozens of times. "Oh stop it y/n. Yes you have my okay, I am consenting. Just fuck me," she groaned. You chuckled at her envy, "just making sure" you added before pulling down her underwear.
You draped one of her legs over your shoulders to give you better access to her pussy. Starting with a small lick in her folds, you accelerated your pace to have you making out with her pussy, tasting her, feeling her and enjoying the little cries and moans your girlfriend held in.
Guro’s hands were digging into your shoulder, your hair, anywhere to keep her standing as your touch made her legs falter. "I’m close. I’m so fucking close," she moaned a little too loudly. "Shush, I know," you whispered to her, the vibration of your words on her core making her thrust her hips into your face. She came all over your mouth to your pleasure. You gently got back up and kissed her lips. "I can taste myself," she breathed out.
Your hands were on her bare ass, holding her up as her legs were not working. The combination of hours of playing football and her orgasm putting her legs out of service. "You like it?" you asked her, kissing her again. "I’d rather taste you," she admitted, squeezing your breasts over the fabric of your bra.
You smiled at her softly before the Norwegian spun your around and trapped you against her naked body and the concrete. Guro pulled off your bra and slipped off your pants in a quick motion before getting to work.
She was skilled to say the least, with a couple of thrusts of her fingers, words of praise and grazing of nails on your lower stomach, you were shaking and crying out obscenities.
"Do you want to get caught, pretty girl? Cause if you do keep yelling out like that," Guro laughed, too high on love and adrenaline to realize how truly horrible it would be if you were to get busted. "Do I look like I- oh my god," you moaned out as Guro pressed her face into your pussy and nipped at your clit.
She did her job well, leaving you panting, sweaty, and in need of another shower. "I can’t believe Im not gonna get to that for another week minimum," Guro said to you, standing up and draping her arms around your waist. You let your body weight fall onto her and put your arms around her neck, leaning your head on her shoulder. "Mhm," you said simply, chest still leaving. Guro kissed your neck softly this time, letting her fingers roam your hips and leaving patterns of love on your bare body.
"We gotta get back," you said, pulling away from her reluctantly and going to find your discarded clothing.
Guro did the same, slipping her outfit back on. Her hair was still insane when you turned around to face her, both fully dressed now. You let out a sharp laugh at the sight of her, the sun lights in the closet now on. "Oh baby," you laughed, walking up to her.
You closed the gap between you both and reached over to brush her hair down, tucking loose strands behind her ears and flattening the parts that were sticking out wildly. Once you had fixed her hair, you put your hand on her cheek and ran your thumb over her sharp cheekbone. She closed her eyes as you kissed her softly. "Go win the next one, hey?" you said to her, leaning your forehead against hers. "Mhm. Yeah," she answered.
Thankfully, no one was occupying that hallway once you snuck out. "Go before me," she told you. You nodded and gave her a tight lip smile before giving her a last fleeted kiss and rushing off to the Swiss changing room.
"So sorry guys, everyone wanted to talk and I needed the washroom," you said, walking into the changing room to the team sitting around on their phones and waiting for the bus to be ready for them to exit the stadium. "All good y/l/n," your coach said, "make your bag and let’s go," he added.
You were quick to pack up your things into your bag and put it on your back before Lia and Alisha crowded you. "You got a little something," Lia said, pointing to your cheek. "What?" you said, panicked and wiping at it frantically only to find nothing there. "Ha! Jesus what did you do to have you that freaked?" Alisha laughed. "You have no clue," you mumbled. "Tell us!" Lia said, leaning into you.
"I just hooked up with Guro in a utility closet."
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@an-ambiavalent prompts 12, 19, and 25 with Louis from Beastars, please?
Louis forces his Darling to join the Shishigumi as his partner and is forced to tag along with his plans and comments. It all leads to an argument where the Darling confesses that they hate the life he forced them into because of his selfishness. Louis however makes a point to explain to his Darling that he will always have the final say and that they belong to him, does he really have to remind them of that fact again?
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Sure, here you go! I hope you enjoy it :) I always have no idea if I got him OOC or not....
Yandere! Louis Prompts 12, 19, 25
"I’m only this desperate for you."
"Your happiness, your tears, your love, your hate – all of it belongs to me."
"You shouldn’t have tested my limits."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Toxic relationship, Controlling behavior, Blood, Violence, Murder/Death, Trauma, Kidnapping, There's some physical scenes but he doesn't hit you, Forced relationship.
Two herbivores in a lion's den.
That's how you felt about joining the Shishigumi. You never liked the idea, being an herbivore roaming the black market.... Yet Louis, your boyfriend, insisted you be under his care.
You had begun dating Cherryton's star student months ago. You always found him charming, attractive... and the feeling was mutual. However...
You didn't expect him to drag you into a gang he commandeered....
Louis became much more... controlling after that. Around lions, carnivores, Louis felt he needed to show he was in charge to everyone. He needed to show he was strong and powerful. Which unfortunately led to you two having arguments.
For a while, because you loved Louis, you tolerated it. You put up with his orders and lived in the shadows because you cared. Even as an herbivore, you felt you could handle it because he could.
Then you saw the horrors in the black market.
Everything from herbivore meat to drugs made from carnivores... you've never seen so much blood. Even Ibuki, Louis' right hand lion, became concerned about your mental health. However... Ibuki was not in the position to tell Louis what to do with you.
Nowadays you feel Louis has changed since you two began dating. Ever since he joined the Shishigumi and soon dragged you into it... he wasn't the same animal. No... He can't be if he keeps ignoring you and your feelings.
Arguments grew more and more common between you and Louis. They often start due to the stress you're put through. Like when you have to watch people be shot... or see blood splatter on the floor....
This is not the life you deserve.
But once again... Louis doesn't seem to care.
Another argument occurs as you sit with Louis in his office. He's looking over something at his desk, looking oddly calm. It disturbs you... just like everything else here. From the lions to the meat and blood.
"Just let me leave." You plead suddenly, hoping to convince your fellow herbivore partner to be reasonable.
"No." Louis snarls. "You're meant to be here with me. You're under my protection here."
"Captivity." You correct, causing Louis' eye to twitch. "You're keeping me here. You dragged me here... and for what!?"
"I’m only this desperate for you!" Louis snaps, standing from his desk harshly. You jump back a bit but still glare. "Must we always have this conversation? Must I always remind you, sweetheart?"
"You're more than just desperate." You scoff, standing up. "You're selfish. This is not the deer I fell in love with. You've changed. Can't you see that? Can't you see it's wrong to keep me here?"
"Selfish?" Louis scoffs with a laugh. "Selfish, huh? You think I'm selfish...?"
Louis then comes closer, staring you down. Even now he's an herbivore obsessed with trying to be a predator. Trying to intimidate you into staying with him... much more than genuinely getting you to love him again.
"Maybe I am selfish..." Louis hums with an irritated grin. "Maybe it is selfish to make you love me... to force you beside me... to be in control... but I don't care anymore."
You yelp when he grabs your shirt. It's subtle but you can tell he doesn't want to harm you. He just wants you to focus on him... or he just wants to prevent you from running while he proves his point....
"Your happiness, your tears, your love, your hate – all of it belongs to me." Louis growls, watching as you squirm. "Call it selfish if you want... but I prefer to call it love. I love you... and this is my way of protecting you. I have power here... no matter the means...."
"Love?" You try to pull away, yet Louis doesn't relent. "Louis... I used to love you... but now? I just want to leave... I want to continue my life... I just want you to let me go...."
The deer then pauses, hesitating. It's enough time for you to pull away and back off. Louis looks... lost for a moment. His amber eyes staring at you as he slowly puts his hand down.
Then you see his teeth clench.
"Don't you dare walk out that damn door..." Louis warns, seeing you place a hand around the door knob.
"Don't act like you own me...." You growl, opening the door as Louis stares at you with irritation...
Yet you're then greeted by two lions.
Lions who were seemingly on stand by.
"Bring them back to me." Louis orders coldly, going back to sit on his desk as he watches his two subordinates drag you back and place you on the couch. Louis glances at your fearful expression before clicking his tongue. "Tie their hands and feet, too."
A brief look of pity is given to you by the two lions... but they listen anyways.
You scream and buck as the two lions listen to their leader, restraining you before Louis hums in approval. Louis then gives a wordless command to dismiss them. The lions nod, casting you a glance of concern before leaving the room. The moment the door locks, it's just you and Louis alone in the silence.
"You shouldn’t have tested my limits." Louis sighs, still reigning in his frustration. "Never say such things... You do love me."
"I don't." You remain defiant as Louis heaves a disappointed sigh.
"Fine... Maybe you just need to be reminded that you and I belong together..." Louis threatens, moving off his desk to stand in front of you.
"You aren't leaving this room..." Louis warns, glaring at you as he tilts your chin up to lock eyes with him.
"Not until you learn your place by my side... and we can stop having these irritating conversations."
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