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norrizzandpia · 4 months

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we need a pt.2 of one sided fake dating ciz my girl deserves a happy ending with lando ofc (even if lying to her was a dick move)

long awaited part 2 to Fake Dating is here! everyone can rest now 🤯

Love of My Life (One-Sided Fake Dating Part 2) (LN4)

Summary: Lando found something wonderful in Y/n and the things he did to lose her will not stop him from letting her go. Love pushes him to clean up the mess he made with the goal of reaching her arms once more. Who knows, he might just achieve it.

Warnings: language? Lando getting into a slay fight with her parents

Note: sorry it took me so long to do this yall hope you like it 🫶🏻

- Part 1 Link

“Lando, we aren’t doing that. Are you crazy?” Zak’s tilted head stared at Lando from the other side of his desk, looking at him as if he'd lost his mind.

Lando’s hands gripped the paper he held, a list of all the sponsors McLaren had so graciously received because of Y/n. He looked at Zak pleadingly, “Please. I’m begging you. Get rid of these sponsors. The only reason we got them was because I was dating Y/n. It’s not right.”

Zak shook his head, leaning closer to Lando as if it would convince him to back down, “It’s money.”

Lando shot from his chair, groaning loudly and shoving the paper into Zak’s face, “It’s not right! I don’t fucking care if it’s money! It’s Y/n! Get rid of them or I’m giving up my seat.”

The room went silent at his threat. Zak sat back in his chair, trying to decipher if Lando was truly being serious. When his eyes met Lando’s, a certain determination in them that told him the boy would go to the ends of the Earth to get this done, he relented.

Zak sighed, “You’re replaceable, but the good PR you bring to the team is not. Therefore, I’ll get rid of the sponsors.”

Lando exhaled a long breath, falling back into his chair to gather his things and leave. He thanked Zak continuously, gratitude pouring out of him like the love he held for Y/n. When he reached the door, his foot already passed the threshold, Zak stopped him.

“Lando?” His throaty voice made Lando freeze, turning around slowly to meet his eyes once more.

He nodded, “Yeah?”

Zak stood from his desk, authoritative and demanding as he said, “Giving up your seat for someone is foolish. Don’t throw away your career for some girl.”

Lando held his gaze, wanting to come off sure as he responded, “She’s not some girl and it’s not foolish. I found something with her I will never find with racing or anything else in my life. Frankly, retiring from racing isn’t as horrifying when in comparison to what I did to her. This is just one of the ways I’m going to make it up to her.”

“And if she never wants to see you again?” Zak asked, a voice of Lando’s inner thoughts.

Lando shook his head, as if it would shake the words from his brain and the sinking terror from his body, “Then I live the rest of my life in the past.”

Zak nodded, seemingly taken aback at the calmness in Lando’s tone coupled with the weight of his words, “I’ll get the sponsors taken off.”

“Thank you.”

With the door about to close, Zak yelled one more thing, “No living in the past, please!”

Lando smiled to himself from behind the door, clutching the knob in his hand as he was reminded of Y/n, “I’ll do it my best!”

Though, he thought, it was truly up to one singular person.

—

“Is she here?” Lando asked hesitantly, not knowing if he wanted a yes or no as an answer.

Amy shook her head with a small smile, “No, she’s not. She said she wanted to spend Christmas by herself this year.”

Nick nodded along as if the idea wasn’t heartbreaking; Y/n, completely alone, on one of the sweetest holidays of the year.

With a blank stare, Lando clarified, “You let her do that? You’re not going to force your daughter to come home so you can spend Christmas with her?”

Amy scoffed, “Force her?! No. There is no forcing Y/n.”

Lando stood with his mouth agape at the parents' complete disregard for their child, something he was seeing in real time, “But, you’re her parents and it’s Christmas!”

Nick walked to a side table, pouring a small glass of water for him and his wife and sitting back down beside her on the couch across from Lando. He looked at Lando for a moment before delving into the words bouncing in his head, “I’ve known your father for a long time and I’ve always been envious of the family he’s constructed. A successful business with beautiful children who all followed in his footsteps regarding levels of success. I always wanted that for my family, our family,” He glanced at Amy, “And we tried to have that unity with Y/n, but she never wanted it. She always pushed us away. On holidays, birthdays, and other important days of the year, she was never really there. So we gave up trying to make a connection.”

Lando sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched the parents, “How many of those years spent trying to build a connection did you spend out at restaurants and galas? Other public appearances?”

The parents scrunched their faces up in confusion before Amy smiled back at him, “Well, it’s a tradition we go out on every holiday, birthdays, and all. It’s good for PR.”

Lando dryly laughed, “Exactly! That’s why she never wanted to be there! You were parading her around in front of cameras for the betterment of your image! How oblivious could you be?”

Nick snapped, “Young man, we are not asking for your opinion on the way we have structured our family and our traditions. We are helping you here, not the other way around.”

Lando challenged him, “I’m just as involved in this as Y/n is. You’ve hurt her and you’ve destroyed her outlook on relationships, friendships. She can’t trust because of you.”

“She can’t trust because of you.” Amy remarked, a snarky grin on her face as Lando’s face fell briefly.

Lando sighed and stood up, “You know what, this isn’t working. I thought that maybe you could help me get back to her, but all this has shown me is that you two cannot get over yourselves for two seconds to take care of your own child.”

Amy, a deep and dark look etched into her face, matched his stance, “Then you may leave.”

Lando drew in a breath and walked to the door, his body communicating calmness while his insides twisted and burned from anxiousness.

Nick stood by the threshold as Lando stepped onto the pavement outside, “If you do see her, let her know that if she has a problem with our parenting style then she can talk to us about it on her own. I didn’t mold her into a person that sends somebody else to solve their problems.”

Lando rolled his eyes as Nick shut the door on his face, a heavy whoosh of air smacking his skin and a reminder that he had turned up empty.

His Plan B enacted, Lando made his way to his car and typed in her address.

—

There was heavy knocking on her door, startling the tears that rolled down her face as she stared at her blank Christmas tree. With the aftermath of Lando, Y/n knew that spending the holidays with her parents would send her into an even worse fit of sadness. Thrown together with the letter that had been sent to her by Jon, Lando’s trainer, there were many things she had to digest, the possibility of forgiving Lando being one.

Nonetheless, in the midst of her sorrow, she pulled herself from the floor and traipsed over to the door. She didn’t care enough to look through the peephole, accepting her fate if a serial killer came and took her from the surmounting decisions she had to make.

It creaked as she moved it with the noise stopping only when she caught a glimpse of his infamous curls. With the slab of wood pulled open only a few inches, Y/n peaked her head through.

“What are you doing here?” She questioned, a soft tone rather than one of hate and irritation.

Lando’s hands clutched the flowers he bought as he stared into her eyes. He had been so engrossed with getting her back that he hadn’t stopped to stew in his own emotions. Being in front of her, seeing her once more, made him realize how much he hated himself for the things he did. A suffocating sensation overtook his body as the weight of his actions fully set in and he was left with the raw love he possessed for her, the only positive thing left in his body after realizations and tribulations.

He stuttered out a response, “I just- um- well- to be honest-” He took a breath, “There are things that I never got to explain to you and I will stand out here for as long as it takes before you let me in and I get to tell you all the things that went unsaid that night.”

A chill ran over her body at the reminder, a moment she had been trying to force into the depths of her mind since the second it concluded.

Though, her body still yearned for him. Maybe she was crazy, but she could almost feel her heart pull toward his. No matter how angry she got at him or betrayed she felt, the love in his eyes would always reign stronger.

She opened the door fully, stepping aside to grant him enough space to squeeze through. He still seemed to know her apartment’s layout well, moving quickly through it to reach the kitchen. He grabbed a lone vase off the counter, filled it with water and fixed the green stems in it. Y/n stood off to the side, allowing her mind to imagine a time where none of the ugliness had taken place and this was just her true boyfriend coming over with ‘just because’ flowers, setting them up for her like the gentleman he was. Though reality was always more cruel and when he shifted to lean against the marble, his eyes still deep in their remorse, she was forced to reconcile the difference between what she wished was and what truly existed.

“I can’t imagine the hurt I’ve caused,” He started, hands tangled together and fidgeting against his stomach, “Y/n, what happened between us was unlike anything I’ve ever even known to be possible. The love I had for you, the love I still have for you, transcends the expectations I previously had for what I would feel toward the person I wanted to spend my future with. That may mean nothing to you, this all may just hurt you more, and if so, I am truly sorry, but I know you loved me too and I can’t let you get away without a fight.”

Y/n sighed as she put a hand over her forehead, shaking her head lightly, “Lando, I don’t see how I can ever get past how you started us.”

Lando nodded eagerly as he moved closer to her, “I understand that, one hundred percent. That’s why I’m putting such an emphasis on how I feel for you. What existed between us was not fake, it wasn’t to me and I promise you that. Okay, I digress that how it started was shitty and fake, setting only you up for pain, but it turned into something beautiful to me. I was drunk the night I came up to you and if I had been sober, I would’ve understood how fucked up my actions were. I hate the way we started, but, for fucks sake, I don’t regret you at all.”

Tears built up in Y/n’s eyes as she tried to communicate the weight in her stomach, “I loved you too, I still do, but how do I know that you aren’t coming back to me for benefits?”

Lando made a final step closer to her, his hands hesitantly hovering over her head until she lightly nodded her head, giving him permission to cradle her face, “I got rid of all the sponsors that we gained from you.”

Y/n nodded, “I know that. Jon sent me a letter a few days ago, detailing what you’d been doing to make things right. He said you threatened to give up your seat if they didn’t erase the sponsors. Is that true?”

“Yes. Yes, it is. I would’ve given that up in a heartbeat for you.” He gave, thumbs gently wiping at the tears on her cheeks.

“Why, Lan? That’s your career. You love racing.” She tried, still taken aback by the notion he would’ve essentially thrown everything away for her.

His response was immediate, “Because I love you more. From the beginning, I envied the clothes you wore, the books you read, and the lipstick you painted on your lips. Your clothes got to stay close to you throughout the entire day, your books got to be continuously held by you with a bonus of seeing your pretty expressions when something happened in the plot line, and your lipstick got to be repeatedly kissed by you. From the moment I laid eyes on you at that gala, I have been completely obsessed with you. I can’t give up on you. I won’t give up on you. Not when I love you this much.”

A silence passed over Y/n as she took in his words, the beauty of them and the meaning behind every syllable. Speechless, one could say.

His hands continued to grip her face as he whispered against her lips, “Baby, you are the love of my life. If it takes until my dying breath or tomorrow, I will make it up to you. I will show you how much you have changed my life and how grateful I am for the love you have shown me and the love you have opened my eyes to.”

Her hands were shaky as she rested them against his hips, gripping the gray material of his hoodie. She inhaled a deep breath before she whispered, “I think you’re the love of my life too.”

Up close and personal, she watched his smile build. The realization of what she said and what it meant washed over him in waves of relief before he was pulling her closer and kissing her with newfound confidence.

He held her close to him, not wanting to let her go, even when they pulled back and were left to stare into each other’s eyes.

He kissed her cheek lovingly, “I can’t believe I tried to get your parents help trying to win you back. How stupid was I?”

Y/n laughed as she pulled back to give him an astonished look, “You went to my parents?!”

He nodded, “Yeah, it did not go well.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Eh, to hell with them. They’ve wronged me and won’t own up to it. Therefore, I’m fucking moving on. I have people in my life who care about me more than they ever have and are proud of me even at my worst. I’m happy where I am.”

Pride exuded through Lando’s body at her confession, knowing it had been hard for her to reach that kind of peace regarding her parents. Though, as she smiled up at him, he knew she had found home in other people. His heart warmed, he knew she found home in him.

He found home in her too.

End.

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remuslupinslittleslut · 4 months

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Amy's Kinkmas Day Seven

Stockings - Poly!Marauders x Reader

Kinkmas Masterlist.

Pulling on a sweater dress over your frame, you take a careful look in the mirror. It was Christmas day and for the first time you’d be spending it with your boyfriends at one of their houses, James had invited all of you to the Potter’s for the holidays.

“Looking so pretty, babe”, James said, as he came up behind you, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you, love”, you say, turning in his arms and giving him a kiss, “let’s go down to the others, yeah?” You didn’t want things to escalate with James right now, wanting to keep the surprise which hid beneath your dress a secret.

At the dinner table, you were sat across from James, who sat next to Remus, with Sirius to your side. Halfway through, a hand landed on your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress up to grab at the flesh of your thigh. You blush as Sirius chokes on his drink, having finally found the edge of your stockings. It almost hurt how hard he squeezed your thigh, and you knew he was communicating nonverbally with Remus and James from across the table. In order to not ruin the whole surprise, you stop his hand before it reaches your core, locking your fingers with his and giving his hand a squeeze.

After Christmas dinner and the opening of presents, the four of you finally retreat to James’ bedroom, “All right princess, dress off, what’re you hiding under this?”

Your cheeks burn, you know they’ll like this, but you still feel nervous about taking your dress off, feeling like you have something to show off. Still, you take the hem of the dress, pulling it up your body before discarding it on the floor next to you. You’re left in thigh high stockings, lacy underwear with an open crotch, and a corset style bra. They’d asked you to wear stockings like these before, but you’d turned them down, feeling awkward in this type of extravagant lingerie, but today, you had decided to try it out.

“Wow, princess…”

“That’s…”

“Hot.”

You felt three pairs of eyes locked on you, looking you up and down in turns. You’d thought you’d feel uncomfortable in this, but you found that you really did enjoy it, you felt sexy, felt appreciated being watched like this, in this.

Climbing up on James’ bed you make yourself comfortable, “I thought you could unwrap your final gift of today”, you say, smiling sweetly at your boyfriends.

Said and done, they take their sweet time joining you in the bed, manhandling you to see you in this tiny outfit(?) from behind, making your pussy poke out deliciously from the hole in your panties, which, with the help of your stockings, frame your arse perfectly.

Not being able to see behind you in this position, you’re not quite sure whose lips attach to your pussy first, but the person’s hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer, making you moan from the touch. Soon, Sirius is at your head, brushing your hair out of your face, telling you sweet words, “hi baby, you’re so pretty for us, such a good girl, love you so much.”

From behind you James is whining, “Moony, move, ‘s my turn”, so Remus was the one eating you out. Deciding it best to share, Remus moves away, leaving your cunt without touch, but only for a few moments, because soon, James is there, tongue licking long stripes, collecting your wetness and moaning at the taste. Before long, his mouth also leaves your leaking cunt, in favor of kissing down your thighs, pulling at the fabric of your stockings with his teeth, “So sexy, love, d’you do all this for us? Such a sweet girl”, his lips return to your core, fingers teasing your entrance.

In front of you, Sirius has taken off his trousers, leaving him in tented pants, hard cock facing you. His hand holds your cheek, lifting it slightly, “can I have your mouth, pretty girl?”– “please”. Your hands reach up to free him from the confines of stained boxers, pulling him out and wasting not time enclosing your mouth around his pretty cock.

Remus doesn’t even let you relax around Sirius as he comes up next to you, hard cock hanging along his thigh, taking your hand and placing it around him, letting you know what to do. It’s so lovely, James lapping at your cunt, Sirius filling your mouth and Remus heavy cock in your hand, you feel so loved and appreciated, so sexy like this, knowing they loved your little lingerie surprise. The sensation from James’ lips makes you moan around Sirius, sending vibrations through his cock, making his hips buck, pushing further down into you.

“Fuck, baby, stop, ‘m gonna cum, wanna fill you up”, he says, tugging you away by the hair, “Jamie, ‘s my turn now, I haven’t had her pussy all night”, he whines, giving his best pout.

Seeing the opportunity of your empty mouth, Remus soon replaces the emptiness with his own cock, “that’s a good girl, good little cockslut, yeah?”

Remus’ words and the feeling of Sirius pushing himself in, to the hilt in one go is too much and without warning, you’re coming, “oh isn’t that just adorable, barely in yet, and the little baby’s already coming”, Sirius mocks. His fingers push in beneath your stockings, pulling the fabric away from your skin as his hips push against yours harshly, head poking at your g-spot with every thrust. Your mouth falls completely open, unable to properly suck Remus, forcing you to bring your hands up to wrap around him, only keeping the tip in your open mouth, fingers doing all the work, “Fuck, love, you’re so sexy”, Remus praises, hips bucking and cock emptying all it’s juices all over your mouth and lower face.

Remus’ come, along with Sirius cock splitting you in half makes you come again, walls clamping down around Sirius, who drags you closer using the fingers stuck in your stockings, ripping them apart, the action sending him over the edge, filling your little cunt with white hot spurts of love. Remus has already moved away from your mouth, likely in order to wipe his messy cock down, and as Sirius pulls out, you collapse on the bed, face diving into a pillow.

Feeling completely fucked out, you realize James hadn’t gotten the chance to come. Using all your strength you flip over, laying on your back, looking properly disheveled, torn stockings barely hanging on to your legs, face covered in Remus’ cum, and bra still pushed down, showing your tits. You gesture for James to come sit over your middle, hands coming up to wrap around him, jerking him slowly, not having much energy left. Still, though, the feeling of finally having someone touch his cock makes him moan and whine above you, hips bucking into your little fists. “You’re so pretty, love, gonna come now, paint you with my cum, like a painting, you’re pretty like a painting, babe”, he always gets rambly when he’s close, it’s so endearing. Your hands move faster, pushing him over the edge, making him spill all over your chest, a few spurts even reaching your chin, mixing with Remus’. Your tongue pokes out to lick some of it up.

“That, love, was amazing”

“Yeah, you’re so good, so sexy, so pretty for us”

“Gonna clean you up now, then we’ll have cuddles, yeah?”

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kenananamin · 6 months

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Family, meet family

Summary: After leaving the jujutsu world behind and moving away to start his family, Nanami Kento wonders if his kids will ever meet the people he considers his family back in Tokyo. fluff, time skip, everyone is happy and everything is ideal (just let me pretend and be delusional w me pls), nanami x fem!reader, the very end implies a big spoiler (a/n: for easier reading I will be giving the kids names but feel free to imagine another name if you'd like. and going along with the fact that nanami is a girl dad, he's got his girls in this story. the eldest is june and the youngest is kai. this will be what happened after the ending of my other story "All I ask, all I want". thank you anon for this idea, i hope you enjoy 🖤)

It was a busy day at the bakery and Nanami had taken the girls upstairs to get them ready for bed. It has been four years since Nanami left the jujutsu world and although he wanted to go as far as as he could to escape everything and everyone that could harm his family, your family settled in Iwakuni, Japan. It was a small city and not the secluded town Nanami thought he'd end up in once he had a family, but it was comfortable enough for Nanami to live in and a perfect sized community for his kids to grow up in.

Nanami had bought a newer built house for the family and surprised you when he said he wanted to add space to the house... for a bakery. You were a few months pregnant at the time he brought up this idea and as scary as it was to start a business during such a changing time, the sparkle in his eyes when he brought up the idea convinced you. He had the addition finished when your eldest was 3 months old and Ami Bakery was opened for business by the time she was 7 months old. Your house always smelled like bread from Nanami's trial and error baking and neighbors quickly flocked to the new bakery. You were both more than thankful for the business, but it did leave the whole family tired at the end of the day.

You finish wiping down the counter, turn off the lights, and lock the door from the bakery leading into the rest of the house. You hear very soft giggling from the girls upstairs and you smile while ascending the stairs and heading into their room, "It's time to sleep, close your eyes and stop giggling." Your three and two year old giggle a bit more before snuggling into their blankets and giving a soft ok. You lean down to kiss them goodnight before leaving their room to find your husband.

Nanami was sitting at his desk in your joint office with only a small desk light on and a small opened box in front of him. You close the gap and hug him from behind to look at what he's so focused on. Your head is next to his and you wait for him to speak after seeing the picture he's holding.

Nanami turns his head to kiss your cheek and begins, "June is learning about family trees at daycare. Mom, dad, aunts, uncles, grandparents... she asked if they had any aunts and uncles from me." Nanami tilts the photo in your direction, a beach outing that Gojo had insisted on. The first and second years were present and everyone was smiling or at least looking at the camera. Nanami is in the corner, but you could tell he stepped closer for the photo. "This is all I could think of. I have my family here, you and them... but they were my family too. This is their family, their aunts, uncles, cousins even if they'd like that instead."

He puts the photo down and grabs the Jujutsu pin from the box with a few more photos. You rub his shoulders and rub your face in his neck while you say, "Yuji hasn't called in a while, why don't you call and ask if he'd like to visit for a few days? He can tell the others and we'll set up the rooms for them. And we'll even put them to work in the bakery, they might bring in some more customers wanting to see their pretty faces."

Nanami laughs at the suggestion but shakes his head, "They're too busy. None of them can leave Tokyo for a few days right now." He sighs and puts the pin and photo back in the box.

You snuggle your face into the crook of his neck and ask, "What if we went to Tokyo instead? Besides Yuji coming down to visit and a couple calls with Megumi and Gojo, nobody else has had the chance to meet the girls."

Nanami looks at you, somewhat surprised by the suggestion of visiting Tokyo with the girls. He looks at the opened box and after a moment of contemplating, Nanami smiles and kisses your cheek again.

———

Nanami stops just outside the steps of the school and kneels down to eye level with the girls, "You need to tell me if you see something weird or if something scares you. Please, tell me if you feel uncomfortable and want to go, we'll leave immediately." The girls nod and impatiently jump to start ascending the steps.

Nanami had always wondered if the girls inherited anything. He didn't want them to see any curses and would exorcise any he would see before the girls even noticed. He never wanted the girls to know fear at such a young age and he'd protect them from it as much as he could.

He stands back up and faces you, "You need to tell me if you feel anything too. Even if you don't see it, I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He knew you were a non-sorcerer but he'd always check in with you for any bad feelings. You nod and smile to try to ease his worry and nerves from being back in Tokyo.

"Nanamin!" You both hear fast steps heading towards your family and you turn to see an excited Yuji running at full-speed.

Nanami steps away from the girls sensing that Yuji would jump on him as soon as he got close… and he did. Yuji was not small by any means and Nanami stumbled but he held him tightly as the young man wrapped his legs around his old mentor.

On the way to Tokyo, Nanami told you everything he knew about what the students were doing. Gojo would occasionally send him updates but Yuji was the one who would blow up his phone at least once a month with updates from everyone.

Yuji had graduated from Jujutsu High and was working as a full-time sorcerer with a few of his classmates. Megumi joined Yuji as a full-time sorcerer and both would go on missions while doing special field classes with the current students. Nobara was designing her own clothes and working as a photographer while in fashion design school, but would get called in if she was needed.

The students who were in their second year when Nanami left were in similar situations. Maki was still based in Tokyo but was planning to make her return to the Zen’in Clan soon, Yuta had returned to Tokyo and would often get sent to special overseas missions wherever needed like Gojo, Inumaki and Panda were working alongside Yaga and were very important factors to the current student’s education and training.

Gojo was still as Nanami described, “just Gojo.” Only this time, he would say it with a smile on his face instead of the annoyance previously there. Gojo had tried visiting before but those plans were always interrupted by some other thing. Nanami would smile and say it would happen next time, but you could clearly see his disappointment. He would spend those early mornings before the cancellations getting the girls in their best outfits and would make more of his special bread that was usually just reserved for you and the girls.

But now, even with the young man dangling on his body and putting more strain than usual on his back, Nanami was happy. He held onto his student - no, his friend, and would not let him go until Yuji himself got off.

“Itadori, get off of Nanami-sensei,” Megumi calmly walked to the group and slightly bowed to you and the girls.

Yuji puts his legs down and stands before leaving Nanami’s arms and going straight to you. You open your arms for him and he gladly accepts with a tight hug that’s followed by him picking you up and slightly wiggling you, “I’m so excited you’re all here! I have so many places lined up but you can choose where we go! And I have so much to tell you!”

You laugh and nod, the tight hug not really letting you speak. Yuji lets you go and you finally see his wide smile again. It’s the same smile he had when he first visited you guys in Iwakuni, healthy and happy. Yuji turns to the girls and kneels to open his arms. Megumi follows suit next to Yuji and extends his hand to give them a handshake. Kai turns to Megumi after her hug with Yuji and lifts her arms for him.

———

Yuji is carrying a giggling June on his shoulders while skipping. Megumi is carefully holding a quiet Kai who is just quietly staring at him like her life depended on it. “Like calls to like,” Nanami says while holding your hand and laughing at the scene of his kids all together.

You hear a few quick clicks as soon as everyone is entering one of the buildings on the grounds. You turn and see a young woman holding a camera. She stands straight and starts bickering with Yuji about them taking too long. She ignores Yuji’s last remark and goes to greet you both with a warm smile. She introduces herself as Nobara, and she is even prettier than the photos you last saw of her.

She shows you the photos she took of the girls with the 'idiots' and a photo of you and Nanami smiling at the kids, then hands you her card “for any future photographer needs.” She turns back around towards the girls and starts complimenting June on her beautiful hair and Kai on her beautiful light brown eyes. She tells the guys to let them down and points her camera at the girls. Nobara moves around while getting different angles before asking if they could go out to the yard for the natural lighting.

Down by the trees Nobara wanted to take photos at, a female voice called out for Nanami. You both turn and you immediately recognize the woman who once helped you as Shoko and the man who would always talk very highly of your husband as Ino. Nanami waved to Shoko as she returned a warm smile while Ino dismissed a few current students that were with them both.

"I'm sorry if you were in a class, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything," Nanami stepped towards his old friends and Ino reached for a hug. It wasn't the same clinging hug as Yuji but Ino had his eyes closed and was completely focused on the hug. After a hug that might've been too long for most people, Ino stepped away from the hug but was still laser focused on his old teacher. You could see his eyes drifting all over Nanami's face while he spoke. He was looking at his friend while he spoke, but noted the crows feet and smile lines that were finally being marked after decades of a stoic face, and his overall aging face. You knew that Nanami had noticed Ino's stare as well, his observation skills from being a sorcerer never departed and he noticed everything, but he knew better than to point out certain things. This was one of them, he did not mind Ino looking at every detail of his face... because he was doing the same.

Everyone was older. It was amazing to see the students get older, but seeing the people he grew up with get older even by a bit was a happy but grim reminder of the time that passed without each other. He was truly thankful that he could spend another moment with his family and friends after years of not being in the same space as them. It had only been a few years, but it was far too long for everyone.

Panda, Inumaki and Maki start coming down to the yard from the same direction that Shoko and Ino had come from. Panda starts a light jog towards the group and you hear an audible gasp from the girls after seeing a panda act like a human. Kai went to hide behind Megumi, or Goomi as she started calling him, and June went to Nanami's side while staring at the approaching Panda.

"Nanami-sensei, it's been a while," Maki smiled at you and her old teacher while swinging the staff she was carrying behind her arm.

"Salmon," Inumaki waved to the group followed by quiet giggles from beside Nanami.

"Salmon?" June giggled but still hid behind Nanami and kept an eye out for the panda.

After June's giggles as the trio all got closer, Gojo just... appeared. Despite Nanami telling you what Gojo could do, it was surprising to see anyone appear anywhere in a split second. "Well, looks like I'm the last one to the party." Gojo takes off his blindfold and puts on his glasses.

"Don't worry, we expected that," Maki waves him off and lightly grazes Kai's hand that's tightly holding onto Megumi. She might not be as playful or expressive with the girls as the other kids but she was trying to get close in her own way.

With Gojo's arrival, Nanami leans down to pick June up and motions for Megumi to pick up Kai and bring her to him, "I want you guys to meet someone," Nanami takes Kai from Megumi's arms. Holding both girls in his arms, he tells you to step closer before pointing his head to the adults and his old students that have now gathered as a small group, "Family... meet family."

June and Kai look at the group and start with small smiles. They both had opposite personalities but the girls were very warm with any new people they met. But June broke into a wide smile first, "Family?" Nanami nodded with a big smile and June turns back to the group, "Family!"

June reaches for Shoko's hand and she steps forward to playfully shake your daughter's hand while Kai lays her head on Nanami's shoulder. Gojo got close to Kai and stroked her back to get her to look at him. "I'm Uncle Gojo," he smiled at the little girl, "you can call me if you're in trouble but don't want to tell your parents."

"Gojo, she's two. And please don't tell my daughter that," Nanami sternly told Gojo but the small grin on his face made Gojo double down on the girls calling him for help.

Nanami puts the girls down so they can say hello to everyone and June takes Kai by her hand and goes to introduce herself and her sister to each person... and Panda. She left Panda for last but you could tell she was intrigued by him and would most likely keep going back to him.

Gojo pulls out his wallet, then a card, and gathers June and Kai to his side to explain how to use the card. Nanami stops him with a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head. Gojo shrugs, puts his card back but pulls out six 10,000 yen notes and tells the girls, "Uncle Gojo will give you more when he comes to visit. There's more where that comes from."

Nanami face palms and the girls look over the money and thank Gojo but give it to Nanami to hold. Shoko laughs behind Gojo telling him he needs to practice being around kids and Ino agrees saying that he'd have to most likely bribe Nanami's kids with bread instead. Gojo is promising that he'll keep trying to win the girls over and be their favorite uncle when Yuji runs in and tags Kai to play with him. Kai tags Megumi who then tags Yuji again and the three start to run towards the open space in the yard. June returns to Panda and Inumaki's side where Inumaki kneels down to compliment her dress... maybe. Without Nanami translating, it was hard to figure out what he was trying to say.

You step away from the group to start setting up the picnic you prepared underneath a large tree. Nanami had packed a variety of breads he wanted his family to try and some special treats the elderly neighbors had dropped off after they found out you were going to Tokyo to visit family. You're opening the basket and pulling out the bags of bread when you look back up at your husband.

Nanami's smile appeared much easier than before. His shoulders were slouched in relaxation compared to his stiff shoulders from his time as a sorcerer. And the soft and light stubble on his face was the perfect sign of a busy baking father who perhaps didn't have the time to shave, but had the time to do his daughter's hair and painstakingly choose every part of their outfits down to the socks.

Now it’s your turn behind the lens. You grab your phone and point the camera to the older group first. Nanami, Gojo, Shoko, and Ino are watching the kids and talking about something that was probably long overdue. You make a mental note to invite Gojo, Shoko and Ino to your house for a special dinner and adult night out with Nanami. They have been through enough together and individually, they deserved a fun and carefree night at the minimum. After a short video and many photos of the older group, you turn the camera to the younger group. Panda is throwing June up in the air before catching her and doing it again and again. Inumaki is his second pair of hands and has his arms stretched out to catch June at any given moment. Kai is running after Megumi while being chased by Yuji pretending to be a zombie. Nobara and Maki are watching from the side underneath another tree, laughing about whatever Nobara is showing her from her phone.

What a scene. What a beautiful, nonthreatening, completely content scene. Nanami was more than happy in Iwakuni, there was nothing more he would ever wish for, but he was happy to finally see his group again. You knew he regretted the last view everyone had of him as a limping man. He had wanted to walk out with his head held high, proud and an accomplished sorcerer, not the defeated and heavily scarred man who barely escaped death.

Today, Nanami would leave Jujutsu Tech as a happy, healthy, and completely fulfilled man while holding your hand as you both carried your girls back home. All with a promise to see his jujutsu family again in Iwakuni.

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desperate-gay · 7 months

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Constellations II

Leah Williamson x fem!reader

“Y/n! Y/n/n, where are you?” A familiar voice rings through your tiny home, along with the slam of a door.

You called Sarina a few days ago, telling her you’re sick. Lying to your coach probably isn’t the best thing to do, but you also can’t say, ‘I can’t come to practice because I can’t face the captain of the team since we had sex and she left without a word’. You’ve barely gotten up from your bed unless you had to eat or go to the bathroom. All you have done the last couple of days was cry, watch trashy television, and stare into space.

The sound of footsteps gets louder, approaching your bedroom. “There you are. You haven’t been answering your phone, and you also haven’t made it to practice these last couple of days. Sarina said you’re not feeling well, but I know you better than that. So what’s going on with you?” Esme sits on the edge of your bed and places a comforting hand on your leg, which only makes your emotions heighten. She looks over and notices your lip starting to wobble, and your gaze looks down at your fiddling hands.

“I should have listened to you. You were right.” Your voice is barely over a whisper, but Esme still hears it.

“What are you talking about, Y/n/n?”

“About Leah. I thought she liked me, and I mistakenly let her into my bed, only for her to leave in the middle of the night with no trace! I told her that she could either stay the night or leave and never talk to me again, and she chose the latter.” You sob as your tears drip down onto your blanket. Esme moves up the bed, under the covers, and pulls you into her side.

She places a kiss on the side of your head while you continue to cry into her chest. “I am so, so sorry. She doesn’t deserve you.”

“The worst thing is, she made me fall in love with her. It sounds stupid knowing we only went on a few dates, but they were the best nights of my life. She didn’t feel like the girl everyone on the team seemed to see. Her words felt genuine, her actions felt soft, and her feelings felt real. God, I’m so gullible for actually believing it.”

The blonde shakes her head and puts a little space between the two of you. “Look at me.” Your head remains low. “Hey, look at me.” Her fingers grab your chin, tilting your head up to meet her eyes. “You are not gullible. None of this is your fault, only hers. It was her decision to ignore your words, and it was her decision to lose one of the best people she could ever have a chance with. None of this is on you.”

You sniffle at her words and mumble a quiet thank you. Both of you lay in bed for a while before you began to feel hungry. Esme notices when the noise of the TV is accompanied by the sound of your stomach growling.

“Want me to go grab some fruit from your fridge?”

“Please.”

She chuckles at your immediate response and gets up to fulfill your request. As she goes to open the fridge, she notices a black and white strip sticking to the door. Looking, she sees the two familiar faces of both you and the blonde who broke your heart. She’s about to roll her eyes when she spots the last picture at the end of the strip. The one of both you and Leah staring at each other like there was no one else in the world. She notices the loving look in not only your eyes but also in the other girl’s. Esme is taken back by the photo, making her realize what may be the true reason the blonde ghosted you. She’s cut off by her thoughts when she hears you start to yell.

“Ez, hurry up! Jake and Amy are finally about to kiss!” She takes one last look at the strip before quickly grabbing the bowl of fruit and rushing to your side. “What took you so long?” You mumble with a mouth full of berries.

"Sorry, I couldn't find the fruit. You’ve got a very messy fridge.”

—

Leah groans at the consistent pounding on her door that she’s been ignoring, hoping whoever it is will go away. She stomps her way over to the noise and yanks her door handle open, only to be pushed in by three people.

“What the hell! How do you guys know where I live?" Leah shouts at the intruders who have made their way into her home.

“Me and Less followed ya home one day from training.” Ella points between her and the tall, blue-eyed girl, continuing to glare at the complaining girl in front of her.

“And why are you here in my home?”

"Oh, please, as if you don’t know why Y/n/n’s three best friends show up at your door.” Alessia rolls her eyes while her arms remain crossed over her chest, and Esme just continues to stare down at Leah with an unreadable expression. The captain hangs her head low and keeps quiet.

“Talk,” Esme demands with gritted teeth.

“I don’t know what you guys want me to talk about. I sleep around and that’s what I did. End of story.”

Steam basically comes out of Esme’s ears when she hears the girl's answer, acting as if you were nothing but a quick fuck. “Bullshit! You and I both know you don’t take out her one-night stands on multiple dates, nor do you look at them like this!” Esme whips out her phone and shows Leah the photo from your fridge. She turns around with a hand over her mouth and begins to walk away. “Why are you such a coward?”

Leah quietly sniffles, slowly turning around to see your three closest friends eyeing her for an answer. “Because I have never been in love before. It freaked me out at how willing I was to drop everything for her. I scared myself off that night, and now that’s all I think about when I don’t see her at training.”

“Why don’t you tell her yourself then?” Less asks.

Leah scoffs and shakes her head. “Like she’ll want to see or listen to me. She warned me that night, and I didn’t listen.”

There’s a long silence before Esme groans. “You both are so stubborn. Fine. I’ll get her to talk to you when she returns, but you better do a lot of ass-kissing, understood?”

The blonde captain nods her head in determination.

—

Locking your door, you turn around and make your way to Esme’s car, wanting to arrive at football early to avoid the one person who has been clouding your mind for the past week. You place your bag in the back and huff while placing a squat in the passenger seat.

"Are you ready to return?” Esme gave you an enthusiastic smile, making you glare at her in return.

“We know the answer to that. Now hurry; I don’t wanna take the chance of running into her in the locker room!”

“Okay, jeez. So bossy-” You slap her shoulder, causing her to wince at the contact. “Ow!”

“Drive.”

—

“Would you stop that already? We are right here!” Esme yells and pries your hand off of her jumper. When you got out of the car, you hoisted your bag over your shoulder and started to drag the blonde with you to get there quicker.

“I can’t take any chances, Ez.”

She begins to feel a little guilty for what’s about to happen. All of your friends are tired of your somber mood, so they decided to take matters into their own hands. You don’t know that Leah is already here, along with Ella, Alessia, Mary, Lucy, and Keira. The plan is simple; at least they’re trying to convince themselves of it. Esme will lead you into the locker room, but then quickly run out, and Mary will hold the door closed so there’s no way to escape. Alessia and Lucy will be the bodyguards in case any of the squad comes a little early. Ella and Keira just made the whole plan up, so they’re just, well, there. Finally, and most importantly, Leah will explain everything to you and try to win you back.

As you both approach the locker room, Esme’s hand rests on your back, earning her a confused look from you.

“Ez, what are you doing-” You get cut off as you're shoved into the room, and you hear the slam of the door from behind you. “Hey! What was that for?” With no answer, you shrug to yourself and make your way further toward your cubby. Hearing the clearing of a throat, you turn around only to be met by the one person you do not want to see. “Oh hell no.”

“Y/n-”

“Esme, let me out right now!” You shout, banging your fists against the door.

“Not Esme, sorry babes!” Mary’s voice shouts back as she puts all her weight behind the door, not allowing you to even move it an inch.

“Mary! Mary, please open this door!”

Once again, you’re met with no answer, so you make your way to your bag and start unzipping it.

“Y/n, I just want to talk to you,” Leah says quietly.

“Do you want to talk to me or sleep with me?” Your head remains down as you unfold your training kit. The blonde sighs and sits in the cubby right next to you.

“I know you don’t owe me anything, but-” She gets cut off by a scoff. “But I would like it if you could just hear me out.”

“Leah, you are the last person I want to see, talk to, or even be near. You hurt me more than anyone has before, and what’s even worse is the fact I knew you were capable of doing that, but I still gave you a chance. I thought you actually liked me back. Clearly, I was wrong.” The tremble in your voice becomes more clear the more you speak, and the thought of Leah being the cause of it makes her heartbroken. She stands up and makes her way in front of you.

“Nothing I say can express how sorry I am for doing that to you. The dates we went on were the best dates I have ever experienced. All the laughs and smiles we had made me so happy. All the kisses, hugs, and looks we shared made my heart want to explode. Every night before I went to sleep, I thought of you, and every morning I woke up, I thought of you. I freaked out. I have never felt this way for someone, so I ran. Forever, I will be sorry for what I did and for making you feel as if you were just another one of my quick fucks. I just need you to know that I love you.”

The taller girl’s confession shocks you a little, but you remain silent while looking at her. She steps closer to you but stays, allowing you to move back if you want. Before you know it, her hands are on your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You begin to kiss back for a moment, missing her soft lips on yours. Keywords: for a moment. You step back and lightly shove her off you.

“You can’t just kiss me and think everything you did will just go away!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“You fuck me and then leave me that night like I meant nothing to you. Worst of all, you didn’t even have the decency to text me or come back to see how I was, especially with the fact I was gone from practice for a week!” You’re sure whoever is on the other side of the door now can hear you screaming and sobbing. As the tears make their way down your face, Leah sits there with a guilty pang in her chest. If she'd just stayed the night and faced her fears, you both wouldn’t be in this position. You wouldn’t be crying because of her, and she wouldn’t be feeling distraught for being the reason you are crying.

You shove all of your clothes back in your bag and head back to the door. “Mary, open this door.” Thankfully, you don’t have to ask twice. The goalie feels terrible for you, and hearing your cries only made her feel worse. Making your way into the lobby, you notice almost the whole squad waiting for the two of you to work things out.

“Y/n! Y/n, please wait!” Leah calls out as she chases you down.

Ignoring her, you face the team and say, “Whatever plan you all came up with was a mistake.” They all look anywhere but you to avoid the sadness in your eyes.

“Where are you going? You just got back.” Millie asks, just arriving at the scene. She sees Leah calling your name, giving her all the answers she needs.

“I just need to leave. I’ll deal with everything later.” You whisper. Millie wraps her arm over your shoulder and pulls you into her.

“I’ll give you a ride back to your place, and I’ll talk to Sarina for you.”

“Thanks, Mills.”

Once Leah finally makes her way into the lobby, she looks out the glass doors and notices you getting into Millie’s car. Her hands meet together at the bridge of her nose, and she looks up into the ceiling. “Fuck.”

—

Sarina allows you to have a few more days off since no big games are approaching, but if you don’t come back soon, she’ll have no choice but to bench you for a few games. You thank her for her kindness and let her know you’ll be back soon.

It’s been about 24 hours since the whole locker room fiasco happened, and you’ve been consistently cleaning your house and working out to keep your mind off of it. She said she loves you. Not just like. Love. You so badly wanted to say it back, but now you’re the scared one. What happens if you both get together and years later you talk about marriage or kids? Will she get scared then? Of course, you love her. It’s the main reason why you took her leaving that night so hard.

You’re wiping down your kitchen counter when you hear an all-too-familiar knock at your door. You take a few deep breaths before opening the door. Blocking your view, there is a huge bouquet of flowers like the ones you got weeks ago that are almost dead on your dining table.

“Leah?”

“Surprise. I got these for you. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful gal.” She smiles, moving the bouquet to the side so you can see her. Feeling less angry at the blonde, you accept the flowers and open your door wider, gesturing for her to come in. She shyly walks past you with her hands intertwined behind her back.

“What are you doing here?” Your tone isn’t harsh. It’s honest and curious.

You watch as she tips back and forth at the heels of her feet while you throw away your dead flowers and replace them with new ones. “I- I wanted to see how you’re doing.” You’ve never seen Leah so shy and nervous, usually taken over by her cocky persona.

“I’ve been…okay. What about you?”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, thinking about her answer. “Umm good. Good.”

You nod your head and walk over closer to her, feeling as if the space between you is suffocating. “So-”

“Actually, I lied.” She cuts off whatever you were going to say. “I’ve been horrible. Ever since that night, and even worse since yesterday. Seeing you cry made me want to curl up into a ball and cry with you. I shouldn’t have made you get locked in a room with me.” She rants, slowly focusing her gaze on her feet.

There’s a few minutes of silence between you two, both processing what she said.

“I’m glad you did. Lock me in a room with you, that is.” You clarify and step even closer to her. The blonde’s head whips up, surprised by your statement. “I’m glad you did because now I know my feelings aren’t one-sided. I love you, Leah Williamson.”

“Really?” Her voice is vulnerable when she asks.

“Yes, really.”

Leah takes quick action by pulling you into a hug and murmuring how sorry she is and how much she loves you. When you pull away, you wrap your arms around her neck and lean to the point where your noses are touching.

“You just have to promise me one thing.”

“Hmm?”

“Promise me you won’t run when we start doing this.”

“I promise.” She leans in and seals the promise with a loving kiss. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you so much. Even if you’re an ass.”

And she kept that promise for the rest of your lives.

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whitecatindisguise · 2 days

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tails taken in forces as well my beloved 🫶 asking you about it 👀🍵

Okay, so.

Sonic gets killedcaptured by Eggman, Tails goes MIA, Rouge finds out Sonic is alive on the Death Egg, they rescue him, yadda yadda, we all know the drill.

And of course, once Sonic is free he's looking for his little brother. He's not there, but his friends tell him he's just been over somewhere else, doing his best to help and no, he can't contact him right now because he's spying/going undercover whatever and him calling Tails would jeopardize the mission and of course he wants to talk to him but he understands it's important and it's not like they would lie to him, especially right after escaping Eggman, riGhT?

Well, fast forward to the final battle.

Of course, Sonic is still kind antsy because he still haven't seen Tails and they keep telling him Tails is still on the mission whenever he asks and then he gets pulled into helping the Resistance and the thought kinda slips his mind with everything going on and plot twists happening at every occasion (Chaos, Shadow, Metal and Zavok weren't real but clones created by Infinite? like, who would have guessed!) and before he knows it the Resistance is making their final stand, Infinite defeated, Mobius saved from being burnt-slash-hit by the sun and if only they could find Eggman-

Suddenly a huge hologram of the man himself appears on the sky. Figures he turned tail and ran like a coward he was, probably only appearing for his usual "you might have won this time, but next time it'll be my victory" routine.

But Sonic isn't ready for what the man says. He is ready, when Eggman's hologram switches to a video recording. He's not ready when he sees Tails, his little brother. Bloodied. Bruised. Fur stuck together, some patches missing entirely. Forced to his knees. Shock collar clipped around his neck. Arms, legs, even his tails chained together so he wouldn't escape.

Amy lets out a strangled gasp behind Sonic and he turns, staring right at her. In her eyes, in all of his friends' eyes he can see it.

They knew. They knew and they have been lying to him.

Maybe they didn't know Eggman had him, the shock and terror is genuine, but they fucking knew Tails wasn't with them. They knew he was missing and they didn't do anything!

"Your turn, Sonic," Eggman says, his hologram once more switching with the recording, but it doesn't take away the image of his little brother broken by the same man now staring down at him.

Sonic looks up at the hologram, flames burning in his eyes. He's gonna find him. He's gonna drag the man from whatever hole he buried himself in this time and he's going to make damn sure he never tries to mess with his family again!

#well that escalated quickly #i didn't mean for it to turn into a small oneshot/prologue i promise #but when i write i write #can't do anything about it #well hope you enjoyed it anyway and are as hooked as i am #fingers crossed i get to writing it at some point #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #dr eggman #sonic forces #forces rewrite #kitty mom answers

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neteyamsoare · 6 months

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34 + 35 / rotxo is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ current game. rotxo takes away all your stress.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, aged up! rotxo, fem! metkayina! reader, dom! rotxo, oral ( reader & rotxo rec ) + fingering ( reader rec ). words. 349.

ಇ slang. tiyawn ( love ).

ಇ things to note. this is kinda late but better than never. i love rotxo, had to do him with this prompt, he deserves more love. : masterlist / kinktober masterlist / previous fic / taglist

Thinking about how Rotxo would take good care of you after a stressful day.

He would lay down on his back and tell you to sit on his face and as soon as you do, he goes to town on you, slurping up all the sweet slick you’re producing.

“You taste so sweet, like my favorite fruit, tiyawn,” Rotxo spoke before placing his mouth back on your dripping cunt. You throw your head back in pleasure, soft moans leaving your mouth as you feel all the stress leave your body. He knew just how to make you feel good.

You wanted to return the favor, you can’t have all the fun, he deserved to be taken care of as well. Rotxo allows you to turn around, he goes back to tasting you after you get in the right position. You move his loincloth to the side, releasing his cock.

Precome leaks down from the slit, you waste no time licking it off, It tastes bitter and a bit sweet. You start off by licking from the base to the tip before attempting to put his length in your mouth. Rotxo moaned on your clit, sending vibrations through your body.

He would slide two of his fingers in your cunt as he sucks on your bud, only caring for your release because that’s what really mattered to him.

His wish comes true as you clench around his fingers and he continues to rut his fingers into and your legs start to tremble as you squirt all over his mouth and fingers, you moan onto his cock, feeling it twitch in your mouth.

You continue to suck as you stroke his cock, massaging his balls a little bit and he releases his hot come into your mouth, you stroke it some more to make sure you got everything.

“Feel better now, tiyawn?” he asked as he let out a chuckle, wanting to make sure his sweet girl was taken care of and you most definitely were, in your eyes, Rotxo and his tongue were the perfect combinations of a stress reliever.

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myymi · 2 months

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lost world angst, anyone?

Sonic wasn't sure what he expected to happen to Tails after he got stuck in that trap and taken away before he could save him.

But his money certainly wasn't on the kit being half-roboticized.

He wanted to puke at the sight of his brother. (Which is an idea he wasn't too entirely fond of at the moment. Amy had made him a really nice breakfast this morning and it sits better in his stomach than on his shoes.)

He wanted to say he didn't even recognize the kid, but that'd be a lie. He'd always know when he was looking into his little brother's eyes, no matter if they're drained of life or artificial.

He could imagine the screams the fox probably let out as his body was torn into, flesh and blood being forcibly replaced by steel and oil.

Eggman had gloated about the process once years ago and it still haunted the hedgehog. To think Tails, his kid, fell victim to it..

He was going to rip those stupid zetis into shreds.

“What did you do to him.” Sonic demanded, even though he knew the answer. He just needed them to say it.

He needed them to admit they tortured a barely seven year old child.

“Calm down.” Zavok waved off the obvious anger radiating from the hedgehog, not at all worried about his opponent. “We simply gave him a few upgrades. Isn't he so much better?”

Better?

Better?!

How could anyone think that was better?

Sonic's face fell into a harsh glare, his royal blue quills shifting a few shades darker as he stared right into Zavok’s stupid, purple eyes.

“I'm going to fucking kill you.” He growled, angrily baring his fangs. He wasn't the biggest fan of swearing, especially not around Tails, but he'd let it slide this time.

“You'll have to deal with your little tagalong first.” The zeti stayed nonchalant as he gestured to the half-robot fox and, oh Chaos, his eye was so dull. There was no life in him.

Sonic didn't say anything in response to that, so Zavok decided to begin the fight with a simple command, “Tails, kill that worthless creature.”

The fox-robot listened to the command, lifting up its arm that now had a cannon attached to the end of it. The reality of the situation only fully kicked in when it started charging, a small purple energy or quickly growing in size.

“Oh, buddy.” Sonic knew he could fight Tails. Even if it wasn't him anymore, he couldn't hurt his brother. He promised him, “I'm so sorry, kid. I should've been faster.” He apologized, raising his paws in surrender to show the other he wouldn't fight.

Even if the fox was about to kill him, he was going to accept it. He deserved it after failing to keep the kid out of the zetis’ hands.

He braced himself for the inevitable impact of the orb once it looked like it was finished growing. It wouldn't be long before it shot, and Sonic would've left Mobius as a failure of big brother.

But then the light in Tails’ eye resparked.

With a wink, the kit quickly pivoted on his heel and dropped to crouch on his knee. He did his best to prop up the cannon as he aimed it right at Zavok’s head, “Never!” He shouted, pulling the trigger.

The blast ended up striking Zavok right in the center of his chest, the force sending him flying a few feet backwards.

Sonic could do nothing but stand and gape at his little brother. He didn't understand what happened, it all went by too fast—isn't that the craziest thing? Too fast for Sonic to keep up.

“Hold it, fuzzball.” Zeena said, stepping up as she pointed a remote at the fox and pressed a button. “You're still ours. Now do as you're told so we can end this. I need to fix my nail polish and you're delaying it with your wanna-be hero stunt.”

Tails yelped and grabbed his head with the paw that hadn't been turned into a weapon. His organic eye closed tightly in obvious pain as the other flashed between blue and red.

Sonic knew he should do something, but it felt like his feet were glued in place. No matter how much he begged, his body wouldn't move.

“No!” Tails cried out, shaking his head before just barely opening his eye. The first thing he saw was the arm cannon, which reminded him of a program he added in last minute as a backup plan.

Sonic was going to be so mad at him for this.

He didn't give his brain a chance to bail on the plan in fear of upsetting his big brother. He spun his tails as quickly as he could, doing his best to ignore how one of them felt like pure metal and flew straight into the center of the zetis.

He didn't stop flying until he landed on top of Zomom, looping his legs around the orange zeti’s neck as much as could as he pressed a hidden button on the cannon.

As the three second timer kicked off, the fox looked up to find his brother. He sent him a smile, quickly mouthing ‘I'm sorry.’ before his vision was full of white, then almost immediately fading to black.

“Tails!” Sonic screamed right before the explosion hit, knowing that silent apology couldn't have been a good sign.

The force of the bomb knocked him back a bit, but he was back on his feet in a second and running to where he last saw his brother.

One of the zetis, the depressed one, was entirely missing from the group. But, other than that, the rest of them were all knocked unconscious.

“Tails?” Sonic's voice choked on tears as he slid beside the kit’s body. The bomb had destroyed some of the metal, revealing that most of it was just show.

Tails hadn't been roboticized.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat as he gently cradled his baby brother, shoving away the haunting bits of metal.

He knew this entire encounter was going to haunt his dreams for a while.

He didn't dwell on that matter though. Tails was far more important. He needed to get him away from these monsters.

So he ran.

He wasn't sure where he was running to exactly, but anywhere away from the zetis was a good place to be.

By chance or maybe an unknowingly conscious effort, Sonic had made it to where they had parked the Tornado. She hadn't moved a muscle, her red paint still glistening in the sun as she soaked in the heat.

Feeling calmer from just the plane's presence, the hedgehog carefully climbed into the cockpit and settled into the seat.

Tails was still cradled to his chest, his grip on the fox tightening as he found a comfortable enough spot.

He didn't know what to do. They didn't really have the supplies to treat whatever happened to the kid.

He was just gonna have to wait it out. Figure out how Tails was feeling when he woke up and then go from there.

The hedgehog curled around the younger boy as much as he could when he felt his eyelids growing heavy. He nuzzled the fox's fur, making sure to lay extra attention to the sections that had been covered by metal. He planted a small kiss above the eye that had been seemingly replaced by an artificial one.

They would be fine if he took a quick nap. He'd wake up if something attacked them, and the Tornado’s keys were already in the ignition. It'd be okay.

Chaos, he prayed Tails would also be okay when he woke up.

He didn't like his slow heartbeat or his weak pulse.

#tails may or may not be okay #idk i haven't decided #really badly written cause i rushed it sorry #i got excited :/#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #sth #tails the fox #sonic #unbreakable bond #dynamic duo #sonic lost world #zavok the zeti #zeena the zeti #zeti #major character injury

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Trouble In Paradise | 0.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), smut, oral (f receiving), p-in-v, protected sex, light choking

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Rooster really thought he was going to marry her.

He sits and thinks about it now, hand curled around a chilled glass beer bottle, biting his cheek and examining the damage to the wood of the bar in front of him. Scratches, stains, dents and ring-marks from cold glasses.

Amy had been the girl of his dreams. She was smart, gorgeous, funny — she loved him for him. Or, she had. They had been together for the past six years. Engaged for the last four months. Living together for the past five years.

It had taken him a long time to feel secure. Rooster was confident in many aspects of his life: he knew he was a good looking guy, he knew he was pretty good at baseball and he knew that his piano party-trick was always a hit. But, in many ways, Rooster was insecure.

He'd never admit it, but he often second-guessed his skills as a pilot. It was easy to when the one man that had been in his corner for his entire life had pulled his application to the Naval Academy for no reason other than Rooster being 'not ready'.

For Rooster, that was just a nice way of saying not good enough.

Something that Amy had said during that last argument was that things always seemed too black and white. He was either good enough or he wasn't. He was either in love or he wasn't. She was either trying to make him jealous, or she wasn't.

"You're being ridiculous! - He's my boss, Rooster." Amy threw her bag down on the side and walked away from him. It was hot, she was pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she walked through into their bedroom.

"Yeah, and he was all fucking over you," Rooster was hot behind her, throwing his keys down onto the same counter as her bag and catching up to her. She had her back to him, standing by her dresser as she unclasped her necklace. "Does he always talk like that around you?"

"Yes, he does," Amy huffed, pretending not to notice him glaring at her through the mirror over the dresser. "Lots of my friends tell me I look nice. It's not a big deal."

Rooster scoffed at her. He shook his head, he rolled his eyes. All the telltale signs of an exasperated idiot standing behind her reflection - she narrowed her eyes at the sight.

"Friends." He muttered, like the word itself had left a bad taste in his mouth. "Come on... that guy doesn't want to be your fucking friend."

Amy seethed. She turned quickly, eyes widening in fury. "So what does he want, Rooster?"

Rooster met her eyes, looking right into the furious glare that she was giving him. Then, he rolled his eyes and turned away - saying more in his silence than he could have with his words.

"Is that the only reason he hired me too?" Amy pressed, watching her fiance drop down to sit at the foot of their bed and begin to take off his cufflinks. "Is that the only reason I am where I am in my career? - Because someone wanted to fuck me?"

He lifted his gaze, features hard and serious. "You tell me."

"Fuck you." She turned away from him again. It was this part of the man that she loved that she hated the most. His ability to be so cutting. Bradley knew everyone that he loved so deeply, he knew exactly how to hurt them. Only, Amy was the same.

"Like you're so much better than me," She shook her head, her lip trembling as she looked at him through the mirror, willing herself not to cry. "We both know the only reason you even went to Top Gun was because Iceman felt bad about getting your dad-"

His eyes on hers made her choke on the words. The hurt in those soft brown eyes, the betrayal. That she could have used the biggest loss in his life against him just because of a stupid argument about her work’s party.

"Say it." Rooster's jaw clenched.

"Bradley." Amy whispered, turning to face him. He pushed himself up, taking a step towards her.

"Say what you were fucking going to say, Amy." He dared her. She put her head in her hands, hiding her face from him. Bradley watched her body shiver as she let out a sob.

He waited, seething, for her to finish her sentence.

"I can't fucking do this." She pulled her hands away from her face, tears rolling slowly down her cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara behind. Bradley's brows furrowed, confused. "This isn't us."

He was silent.

"All we do is argue!" Amy cried, wiping at her cheeks with the backs of her hands. "Every time I see you, it ends in a fight! - I can't do this anymore!"

"What are you saying right now?" Rooster didn't want to believe that this was it. He knew Amy inside and out. She wouldn't do this.

"I can't be with you. - I-I... I can't even fucking look at you right now!"

Deployment came at the perfect time this time around. Normally it was an inconvenience, these longer trips. They had always caused issues between him and Amy. This time, she had left him a day before he found out he would be leaving again.

He was almost relieved. That week before he had shipped out had been awful. Amy was staying with her mother, he was in their home alone. Seeing their photos, her clothes, even their bed. He had slept on the couch all week.

It's been a week since he arrived in Oahu. He knows a couple of people that he's deployed with, but no one that he knows well enough to call a friend. He's been making excuses so far this week to not engage with them. A headache on Monday, sore shoulder on Tuesday, an early start the morning after Wednesday.

But, it's Friday now and he's here. In a beach-side bar in downtown Honolulu. He came with others but he ditched them at a busier bar down the street an hour ago. He found this place and came inside solely because of how quiet it looked.

There's music playing and there are other patrons here, but everyone's minding their business and he's free to think. Rooster doesn’t know how long he has been zoned out, wallowing in self-pity, but when he looks back up he realised that he has been being watched.

You’re behind the bar, eyes focused on him with an element of intrigue dancing across your features. You've been watching him for a while. He's been biting his cheek and staring into space for at least ten minutes now.

You're caught. You should look away hurriedly and pretend that you weren't staring - but you don't. You're just dying to see him without those sunglasses. You know he's going to have pretty eyes. The rest of him is gorgeous, his eyes must be too.

"Hey, sailor."

Rooster's lips part slightly as he looks you over.

You're smiling softly at him, a toothpick between your teeth. He squints behind the dark lenses of his ray-bans, tilting his head slightly to the side. There's a flush to your cheeks, Bradley isn't sure whether it's from the heat or from the way you're looking at him. You're wearing a baseball style t-shirt and the tiniest denim skirt he’s ever seen. You're cute. He reminds himself that he's allowed to think that now.

He's allowed to think you're gorgeous, and he's allowed to think that he wants nothing more than to ruin that tiny scrap of fabric you've has chosen to call a skirt. He's allowed let you flirt with him, even if you does look a little young for him. Flirting never hurt anybody - he still remembered Amy's laugh as he had overheard her saying that to one of her friends.

His eyes linger on your legs for a moment, his lack of discretion luckily concealed by his sunglasses. They look long in the skirt, long and there isn't a tanline in sight. He looks you over from head to toe and does the math silently in his head -- that skirt isn't more than a few inches long, give or take a couple centimetres.

"You are a sailor, right?" You ask, lips curving up to reveal white teeth. Shit. Rooster watches her as you reveal quite possibly the most infectious smile he has ever seen. His lip quirks slightly, then he purses his lips and shakes his head softly. Your smile grows with your intrigue.

"Oh, you're a pilot!" You realise your mistake and then grin so big that Rooster finds himself smiling with you. He picks up his beer and brings it to his lips, taking a sip.

"That obvious, huh?" That he's in the Navy, he means. You know what he means. He isn't in uniform. He's wearing denim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt - he isn't dressed any differently from any regular tourist. But you know that he's Navy. You practically bat your lashes at him when you blink and shrug your shoulders.

"All you Navy boys have a certain look to you."

"Is that right?" He raises an eyebrow, pressing his tongue to his cheek as he sets his beer back down on the bar. He watches you nod your head. "What's our giveaway?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." You tease. He brings his hand up to rest against his jaw, amusement toying at his lips. There's a moment of silence between the two of you where he's just watching you.

"So, someone missing you, sailor?" Your voice is chirpy as you move the conversation along and turn halfway to polish glasses behind the bar. Rooster chuckles at the pet name, choosing to focus on that rather than the fact that he's alone.

He gives a soft shake of his head, "Not anymore."

You look at him through the mirror behind the bar and see the sadness in his features. It's clear that he's hurting. You regret touching a nerve.

"Find that hard to believe," You choose to lighten the mood instead of prying, "I bet there are girls lining up around the block for a shot with you."

You've made him smile again. He's watching you in the mirror, fingers trailing through the condensation the side of his beer bottle.

You aren't entirely wrong. He still gets a fair bit of attention, and before he started dating Amy, sure, he did alright in the dating game. He doesn't know how to be single anymore.

Rooster just takes another drink.

"Sweetie." An older woman puts her hand on your shoulder and gives you a stern look. Abigail, your boss, has warned you before about flirting with navy boys. There's no harm in it from your side - you never do anything and they usually like the attention.

You know what Abigail is saying without her needing to say another word to you. She's protective, and she doesn't like the way these guys look at you sometimes. There was nothing particularly sketchy about the one you were talking to now, but it was routine at this point to shut things down before they thought they actually had a chance with you.

"Why don't you go take your break?" She brushes a hand over your hair softly and turns her head to look at the man on the other side of the bar. You've already taken your break and actually there's only an hour left of your shift, but you know that Abigail knows that.

You nod and shoot him an apologetic look. Once you've stepped past Abigail, you raise your index finger and trail it down your cheek, jutting out your bottom lip slightly - feigning sadness as you walk away. Rooster smiles at the interaction.

Abigail sees him smile and turns to see what you're up to, brows furrowed as she finds that you've already stopped and are walking away like nothing has happened.

Rooster finishes another beer. He listens to the couple behind him that are on their honeymoon as they gush over each other, giggling and sighing happily. That alone prompts him to have another. After that, he notices that the sun has started to go down. He decides he would much rather walk himself down to the beach to be sad there rather than in here, listening to those two.

It's as he leaves that he runs into you. He doesn't notice it's you at first. He notices the ‘73 Ford Bronco that you're throwing your bag into the back of. Rooster remembers spotting it on the way in. It's the same as his back home, only yours is a green colour with a brown leather interior. It's girlier than his, which is what catches his attention.

You’re on your tiptoes, the roof is down and you’re leaning into the car to organise the things that you have on the backseat. Rooster can’t help but notice how short your skirt truly is now you’re not behind that bar. He catches a glimpse of pink fabric between your legs as you reach further into the vehicle.

That’s when it occurs to him that he’s standing in the spot, just staring. He clears his throat and asks, “This is yours?”

He makes you jump. You turn quickly towards him and press your back to the car, eyes flying wide open.

“Shit, don’t sneak up on me like that!” You gasp. He smiles softly in silent apology. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. She’s mine.” You breathe, tapping the car door with your knuckle.

“I’ve got one back home.” Rooster explains.

You smile at him and turn to look over your pride and joy. He’s admiring it too when you look back.

“Wanna go for a ride?” You offer. He furrows his eyebrows slightly as he looks between you and the car. He wonders who raised you and why the never taught you not to talk to strangers. But, he does miss that car.

“You don’t even know my name.” He reminds you.

You roll your eyes playfully, “What? - you don’t like it when I call you Sailor?”

He moves toward the passenger side, “You can call me Rooster.”

You smile as you step up into the driver’s side and slip the keys into the ignition. He settles into the passenger seat and cranes his neck to check out what you have in the backseat.

“Rooster.” You muse, fiddling with the radio, “Like a chicken?”

This time you’ve made him laugh. He’s even more breathtaking up close like this, and his laugh makes your heart flutter.

“Yeah, like a chicken.” He agrees with you, smiling softly as you give up on the radio and push a cassette into the slot instead. “What do I call you?”

You grab your sunglasses from the dash and slip them on, bobbing your head to the soft indie playing. You tell him your name as you pull out of the parking space, he’s checking over his shoulder as you reverse.

“That’s pretty.” He hums, shifting in his seat and pushing his knees further apart.

“So, how long are you here?” You ask, he’s impressed by your driving. He doesn’t even question where you’re taking him. Wherever it is, it’s the opposite direction of base.

“Six more months.”

He looks over at you, watching you drum your fingers against the wheel to the beat of a song he’s never heard of, sung by a band he’ll never remember the name of.

“What are you here for, Flyboy?” He smiles at the new nickname.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Rooster teases, copying back to what you said earlier. You’re impressed at how well he has listened, shooting him an amused look. You’re also wondering why he hasn’t yet asked you where you’re taking him.

You drive for another fifteen minutes, making small talk and listening to deep lyrics and upbeat tunes before he gives in and does ask, “So, where are we headed?”

“Just the beach.” You answer, giving him a soft smile, giving away absolutely nothing. Rooster turns his head to look at the miles of shoreline you’ve already driven past, then raises an eyebrow at you, “Some kind of special beach?”

“Sure.” You’re elusive all of a sudden. It doesn’t take long before you pull up at the side of the coast, parking in front of a cottage.

“You coming?” You tease him, grabbing your backpack from the backseat and hopping down from the truck. He looks around the area first, then follows you.

“So, you live here?” He examines the house as the two of you walk past it and begin down the steps toward the beach. You nod and call back that he’s correct. “With your parents?”

You’re up ahead of him, so he doesn’t see the way you laugh at his question before you shake your head. “With my roommate. Her grandma owns the place, we just rent it.”

Roommate. Rooster can deal with a roommate. That’s not so bad.

“So what do you do?” He calls to you, looking around the empty beach as he continues down the steps. Each wooden plank creaks under him and he’s worried that one is going to snap any minute. You’re walking with much more confidence, almost on the sand already.

“I bartend.” You turn towards him as you step foot in the sand, walking backwards. The smile on your lips is coy, like he’s silly for asking.

“I meant are you in college or something?” He gets closer to you as you’re walking backwards. You shake your head and turn again, lifting your chin toward the sea breeze, “Still figuring things out.”

Rooster slows and lets you walk ahead of him again. He wonders for a moment what that’s like. To not just know. He remembers knowing that he was going to be a fighter pilot since he was a kid, even before his dad had passed away - he had always just known.

He had known he was going to marry a nice girl and probably have a couple of kids, then settle down and become an instructor or maybe an Admiral - something a little more stable.

He’s broken from his crisis of faith by you dropping your backpack in the sand and peeling your shirt over your head. His brows furrow slightly, he stops in place.

Rooster looks over strings tied behind your back and behind your neck that support the pink bikini top.

“You coming?” You ask again, popping open the button on your skirt and the fabric down your legs. His eyes take in what’s before him as he stands there, semi-frozen. He looks between you and the ocean.

“You’re going swimming?”

“Uh-huh. I always swim after work.” You’re already headed toward the water. As you turn fully to step into the waves, Rooster’s eyes trail your body. If the skirt had made him stare earlier, the flimsy bikini that you’d been wearing under it now has his full attention.

He stands on the shore as you walk into the water. You wait until it’s reaching your ribs before you turn back towards him.

“Come on, don’t be a chicken!” You tease. His lips quirk slightly at the challenge — that and the fact you’re making more chicken related jokes.

He hesitates and looks around him.

What the hell, he decides. The beach is empty and even if it wasn’t, he doesn’t know any body here.

You grin as he slips his shirt off of his shoulders and then peels his tank top over his head. You’ve been itching to know what was under that Hawaiian print since you saw him, and you have to say, you’re not disappointed at all.

He’s like an action figure. Unlike him, you aren’t hiding behind dark tinted lenses, so he sees it all as your eyes roam his body. It spurs him on as he almost makes a show of popping open the button on his shorts, then dragging down the zipper.

He kicks his shoes off and pushes the denim down. You wolf whistle at him from the water as he kicks the material off, leaving him in dog tags, black boxers and sunglasses.

His ears redden as he looks around the beach again — still empty — and then walks towards you. You take a couple steps further out, already acclimated to the chill of the water. Rooster groans at the cold, clenching his fists as he moves in up to his waist.

“Come here.” He tells you. You’re further out, not by too much, but out of arm’s reach. He holds his hand out to you for you to grab.

“Come get me.” You challenge.

You push yourself out further and tread water, watching him shiver. Rooster grits his teeth as he steps deeper into the water, taking two strides before he’s close enough to reach you. He curls his fingers around your hand and tugs you toward him until you’re close enough for him to wrap his arms around you.

You reach up and take his sunglasses from his face gently, then set them on top of his head. You were right, he does have pretty eyes. You smile softly and brush your fingers delicately over his cheek.

You let him pull you close, you curl your fingers around the nape of his neck and you push forward and press your lips against his.

“You smell really good.” He murmurs against your lips, lifting your chin as he kisses you again. It’s a simple statement but it makes you shiver, you press your thighs together as he guides you closer against him.

His hands grab at your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You trail your fingers along the chain of his dog tags, looking down to examine them for a moment. He kisses your temple sweetly as he watches you.

“Bradley Bradshaw.” You muse, lifting your head to look at him again. He likes the way you say his name. You kiss his jaw, then his lips, “I like it.”

You let him nudge back your jaw so that he can kiss your neck. His strong hands steady you against him, his lips working a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

You’re practically putty in his hands. The realisation is almost enough to have him rock hard. He’s just in boxers, he knows you can feel his semi pressing against your stomach. He’s still surprised when he feels you push yourself against it.

The talk that Abigail gave you last week rings in your head as his tongue trails your throat. “It’s not just a game to these guys — it’s dangerous to lead them on.” She had told you. You had rolled your eyes. If flirting and wearing short skirts got you better tips, then that was just part of the fun. You were never in any danger when you were telling sailors that they had cute smiles back at the bar.

However, here on the other side of the coast, alone on a beach with a man who’s name you hadn’t discovered until after he had gotten undressed — it occurs to you that this is the kind of danger she’s been referring to.

His hand comes up and curls softly around the base of your neck, just holding you there and finding your lips again. You pull back and blink at him. You look down at each ridge and vein of his muscled frame as his thumb strokes at the column of your throat.

Yeah. This is definitely the kind of danger Abi has been trying to keep you from.

“Hey.” He reminds you that you’re staring at him. Doe-eyed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. You let him guide your legs around his waist. It shouldn’t make him as hard as it does, the way you’ve trusted him so easily.

“Hey.” You smile back at him. You don’t feel like you’re in danger at all. All you feel is fucking horny. You’ve got a good idea at how big he is from what you can feel pressing against you. You drape your arms over his muscled shoulders and grind down against his cock through the thin material between you.

He shifts you into one arm, slipping his hand between your legs to brush the pads of his fingers against your core over the bikini bottoms.

You grab his wrist. His cock twitches at the look in your eye as you still him and shake your head, “What kind of girl do you think I am, Rooster?” You tease as you unwind your legs from his hips and plant your feet up in the sand.

He groans softly as you begin away from him and back towards the dry sand.

“Trouble.” He answers, just loud enough for you to hear as he follows you. You bend over in front of him as you pick up both of your things from the ground.

His breath hitches. He’s too caught up in the thin pink strip of fabric covering your core, your ass all but exposed to him as you lean over to notice that you’re scooping his clothes up with your belongings.

“Keep up, flyboy.”

Rooster’s standing in ankle-deep water, lips parted as he watches you head up the beach without him. He groans, only catching up to you at the top of the wooden steps, once your unlocking the side gate to your place.

“You think that’s funny?” You gasp as he presses his chest to your back and captures you between his body and the gate.

“I do, actually.” You answer back, unlocking the padlock and pushing it open, escaping him. He follows you in and hugs you from behind, leaving kisses along your neck. The next obstacle you reach is the back door. He turns you and presses your back to the wall behind it.

“Oh yeah?” His voice is deep and serious. It makes you press your legs together. You hug what you’re holding and hum happily as he rolls his hips forward against you.

“Mhm.” You double down, slipping out of his arms, grabbing his hand and tugging him inside. You check around for your roommate, squeezing his hand and pulling him down the hall.

It isn’t until he’s in your room that he pauses to look around.

“Mm, wait.” You turn away from him and fiddle with something on your bedside table, dropping your collective items to the floor. The fairy lights around your bed frame come to life, and then weird crystal thing — that Rooster will later learn is a salt lamp — brightens the rest of the room.

Amy preferred to do it in the dark.

He makes the conscious decision to ignore your choice of decorations. He ignores the tapestry tacked to the ceiling, the posters of movies he hasn’t seen and bands he’s never heard on the walls.

“What?” You breathe as you turn back to face him. Rooster shakes his head, a silent ‘nothing’. You swallow. It’s real all of a sudden now that he’s standing in your room, dripping on the wood floors.

You reach behind you, tugging at the strings that secure the bikini behind your neck. Rooster watches the flimsy material fall to the ground, then looks back up at you.

“Fuck.” He breathes, reaching out and resting his hand on the curve of your waist. He skims his fingers along your side and up to your breast. He feels your eyes on him, watching as he strokes your hardened nipple. “Look at you.”

Your cheeks heat, smiling slightly at the confidence his approval gives you.

He lowers his head and kisses at your chest, holding you close with one hand as the other cups your breast. You let your head lull back. You should probably be embarrassed at how easily he coaxes a moan from your lips.

He cups his hands around your breasts, rolling one nipple between his thumb and index as he takes the other into his mouth. You’re so responsive to his touch.

Given that you’ve never been brave enough to take home one of the Navy boys before this, you’re filled with regret all of a sudden. You can’t believe you’ve restricted yourself to shitheads your own age when this is what you’ve been missing out on all along.

You’re reminded of Rooster’s strength as he lifts you and places you delicately onto your bed, covering your body with his. He nips playfully at your skin, glancing up at you with a smirk on his lips as you gasp.

He looks up at you through lust-filled eyes as he drags his teeth gently across your hipbone. You squirm under his gaze and his touch, closing your eyes to save yourself from the intensity of it all.

You wonder how the hell there was no one waiting for him at home — what kind of idiot would give him up?

“Up.” You lift your hips obediently for him to pull your bottoms down, watching as he discards them. He doesn’t look to see where they land, his eyes are unashamedly between your core. Almost subconsciously, he reaches out and runs his index finger along your core.

“Oh, honey,” His voice is gentle, dripping amusement, feigning care, “Look at you, all worked up.”

The statement brings heat to your face again, you wonder if he can tell how he makes your ears burn. His fingers stroke along your core once more. You whimper and push yourself against his hand.

His eyes flicker back up to yours, amused as he teases you, touching you in gentle strokes. Pretending that he’s willing to be compliant, Rooster leans down and kisses you softly.

You voice your frustrations by dragging your fingernails along the ridges of his stomach, soft pink lines decorating the tanned skin in your wake.

His fingers nudge at your pussy in retaliation as he sinks two into you at once. You hiss at the stretch, digging your nails into his hip.

He watches as your lips part, your brows furrow, those big doe-eyes are trying to glare up at him but he knows you’re loving this just as much as he is.

“Got something to say, pretty girl?” He murmurs sweetly, curling his fingers up against your g-spot and making you jolt. You part your legs further for him, shaking your head furiously and rolling your hips down against his hand. Desperate for more. Anything he’s willing to give you.

Rooster holds your hip as he works his fingers in and out of you, twisting and curling them.

“L-Like that. Right there.” You cover his hand with yours as it presses hard against your hipbone. Rooster takes his lip between his teeth, watching in delight as you writhe before him. So responsive to his touch.

He’s enjoying the theatrics of it. Sex with Amy was good, incredible even. Six years with a person really gives you time to learn their intricacies, physical or not. They knew each other’s bodies better than many people could dream. But, six years in, there wasn’t much room for the dramatics present in budding relationships.

They were used to having good sex, and that was that. When the sex was good every time, it wasn’t as mind-blowing as it had once been. Amy was still vocal, she still had a good time. But she wasn’t like you.

No, she wasn’t inexperienced and used to sleeping with frat boys. It had been a long time since she had first experienced Rooster in bed.

Rooster’s enjoying the strokes to his ego with each moan that slips your lips. He’s spurred on as he kisses down your chest and lifts your hips, kissing your thigh first.

His tongue teases at your folds before he settles in and seals his lips around your clit whilst his fingers fuck in and out of you. He’s glad he’s holding your hips as that’s about the only thing keeping you still as your hips buck slightly.

Again, he’s enamoured by just exactly how desperate you are for him. He holds you tight, groaning as he lets you rock your hips against his tongue. Maybe it’s a sixth sense, maybe it’s his expertise, but you swear that Rooster realises you’re close a split second before you do.

He groans, his nose brushing your pubic bone as his tongue caresses you, his fingers curling deep into you. You arch your back, pushing against his mouth, trembling as he holds you through your orgasm.

“Fuck.” He smiles down at you, reaching out and stroking the backs of his fingers against your cheek. You push yourself up and pull him down to you by the back of his neck, parting your legs for him to settle between as you lick into his mouth.

His fingers curl inside you once more, making you whimper against him, all too sensitive. He pulls them back and lifts them, watching as you part your lips for him and take them into your mouth.

You hum softly as you suck them clean. He grinds his hips forward against your bare core, eyes dark as they watch you. You push down the waistband of his still damp boxers, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock.

He isn’t sure what he’d rather look at. His eyes flicker between his fingers in your mouth and your hand around his cock before he cranes his head back to look at the ceiling, fighting a shudder.

Rooster slips his fingers back out of your mouth and places his hand over top of yours, guiding your palm around his length. He squeezes his palm softly around yours.

“You want it?” The gruffness of his voice makes you want to shiver. You nod at him eagerly. He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly, stroking his thumb over your knuckles.

“Please.” You agree. It’s only then that it occurs to you that he’s a stranger. The same thought is clearly on his mind. He sits back on his heels, turning toward your bedside table and pulling open the top drawer.

He already knows what he’s looking for and where he’s likely to find it. He passes the foil into your palm. You pinch the top of the foil and tear the packaging open, trying not to screw up with his eyes on you as you roll the latex over his length.

He watches your fingers tremble as you do it.

You gasp as he grabs your hips and pulls you under him with ease. He plants his forearm beside your head and guides his cock between your legs you kiss his lips gently, whining.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take him. You whimper softly, adjusting to the hot, thick stretch of him. He kisses your jaw lazily, fucking into you in short, soft thrusts until he’s buried into you completely.

“So fucking wet for me,” Rooster breathes, his dog tags falling to rest against your own collarbones as he leans forward to kiss your lips. “You doin’ okay, baby?”

You nod hurriedly, grabbing onto the back of his neck to ground yourself as he fucks into you. That’s all the confirmation he needs.

He grunts softly, then leans back on his knees. His dog tags hit against his pecs as he drives himself into you, his hands gripping onto your waist. He holds you tight, keeping you right where he wants you, the veins in his arms bulging as he does.

You’re moaning under him, pressing your fingernails into his thigh. He fills you as deeply as he can, letting out a deep groan before he pulls back slowly. He pulls out almost entirely, revelling in your desperate sounds for just a moment before he ruts himself into you again.

It’s a process of this, filling you up and fucking you hard until you’re a mess under him.

He relents in a moment of weakness, filling you with long, especially deep strokes as he leans down and kisses you.

“Talk to me, baby,” Rooster’s voice is liquid gold spilling from his lips. He’s right over you, watching you expectantly. You push yourself up and capture his kiss desperately, whimpering as he tugs at your roots, “Tell me how you want it.”

You gulp, unsure that you’re capable of forming words at this moment in time. His hips pound into yours, unrelenting.

“F-Fuck, Rooster,” You arch your back away from the bed and up against his chest, mewling under him, “Like this. Please don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna cum.”

He was correct. He knew from the moment he saw you that this was how he’d fuck you. It’s hard and dirty and you’re loving every second of it, just like he knew you would.

He has both of your wrists in one hand, pinned above your head as he strokes deep into you. You’re writhing under him, moaning like a pornstar.

“That’s it, good girl.” He hums, kissing your jaw. “Look so pretty taking it like this.”

The strangled noise that slips your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm is music to his ears. He releases your wrist and pressed his hand to your throat instead, curling his fingers around the sides of your throat, squeezing softly.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted, cheeks warm. He admires the fucked out look on your face, grunting softly as he rutted hard into you. It’s intoxicating. The way you smell, the way you sound, the taste of your tongue, the feeling of your walls clenching around him. Rooster feels drunk off of it.

He loosens his grip from your throat, sliding his fingers around into your hair, cradling the base of your skull as he pulls you in for a kiss. You moan into his mouth and he groans against you.

The look in your eyes when he pulls back to look at you makes his hips stutter, mid-thrust. Your eyes are heavy, needy.

“Want you to cum in my mouth.”

Rooster’s fingers curl in your hair and make you gasp. He nods, rutting himself deep into you. He gives a couple more hard thrusts, kissing your lips, before he pulls back and sits back on his knees.

He grunts softly as he discards the condom. You push yourself up and slide closer to him. He curls his fingers around your jaw, letting out a pant as you part your lips obediently for him.

He holds your jaw steady, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. His eyes remain on yours as he strikes himself, his lip between his teeth.

You close your eyes, steadying yourself on his thigh as he coats your mouth. He watches, panting, as you close your mouth and swallow, wiping your lips with your thumb.

“Goddamn.” Rooster breathes, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. He covers your body with his, pushing you onto your back, groaning softly as he brushes your hair back off your face.

“You are trouble, aren’t you?” He mutters, kissing your forehead. You grin, giggling at the insinuation as you snuggle closer against his chest.

He doesn’t ask if he can stay over, and you don’t ask if he’ll stay. It’s just kind of an unspoken agreement. He’s reading one of your comic books when you return from the bathroom, which makes you giggle.

Falling asleep comes easier than you’ve ever found it before, tucked safely against a firm chest. He wakes before you at the sound of buzzing against floorboards. He untangles himself from you and grabs his phone from the back pocket of his shorts, eyes widening as he finds a missed call from Amy on his Home Screen.

He furrows his brows slightly as he types out a text. On base. Emergency?

A: No emergency. Miss you, just call me when you get a sec <3

The action of retrieving his phone has woken you, you’re stirring softly now. He drops his phone back onto the beside table and looks down at you as you rest your head against his chest.

Shit.

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster x you #miles teller #rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun smut #trouble in paradise

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kay-elle-cee · 5 months

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Okay @sunshinemarauder and @athenasparrow, I believe you both requested silence and patience, pining in anticipation from the Taylor prompt list, so here you go!

Read here on ao3 or under the cut!

“It’s been a shit few months, that’s for sure,” Sirius commiserates, sloshing his third glass of firewhiskey.

James throws a shot back, grimacing. “Thanks,” he deadpans.

“Cheer up, mate.” Sam slides another shot across the table. “You’re better off. I mean…four months and she just moves onto the reserve Chaser after your injury? Fuck her.”

Lily’s quiet, nodding and agreeing with the pair of them. She could add to it…but it might be damning, so she doesn’t. It’s when Sam and Sirius leave to get a new round of drinks, levitating the empties away, that she gets pulled in.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“No I’m not.”

“Go on,” James prods, a bitter smile curling his lips. “I know you never really cared much for Amy.”

“It’s not that I didn’t—“ The liquor has been flowing too much tonight and those damn eyes of his are fully on her and she almost admits something. She clears her throat as a cover for her interruption. “I guess I just sensed it wasn’t right.”

He sighs, leaning back in chair. “It’s more of a bruise to my ego than anything “

“Oh, we can’t have that.” Her lips quirk up as she takes another sip of her drink, and with his head thrown back and attention off her, she allows herself to look at him. A pang of sadness wraps its way around her heart.

She was with Dirk by the time she realized what she wanted from James. And she had tried to push that down, truly. And when things eventually crumbled, James was…well, he was enjoying his newly minted stardom, and she couldn’t fault him for that.

Lily had told herself that she wasn’t waiting for him, but after three years of half-hearted relationships and a few one night stands, it was painfully obvious (hopefully only to her) that she was just…undoubtedly hung up on James Potter.

“I think I’m done with the whole…dating thing. For a while anyway.”

This pulls her out of her mind, his head snapping up and gaze meeting hers. She blinks. “Oh?”

“Haven’t really been quite successful, have I?”

“Four months is nothing to sneeze at,” she shrugs.

“I suppose. It’s longer than anything you’ve had.”

She offers him a soft, sad smile. It stings, but more for her unsaid feelings than for any of the men who had wandered in and out of her life.

James’ face pales as his brain catches up to his mouth. “Shit. Sorry. It’s the firewhiskey. I didn’t mean to be an arse.”

“You’re not wrong.” Downing the rest of her drink, Lily pushes the glass away only to have James grab her hand.

“Right or not, I shouldn’t have said that.” His thumb brushes against her skin, making her a little breathless, and his eyes almost implore her to hear him. “I’m sorry, Lil.” There’s a fluttering sensation in her stomach, and she finds she has to look away.

“So no more dating, huh?”

“I think…” he trails, staring at somewhere near their hands, “I’ve just been attracting women who were attracted to my status, not to me, you know?”

“I mean, yeah.” James’ attention snaps to her quizzically. “Could you not…see that? Hanging over you when the press was around, anytime we were in public, but being more aloof in private? Using your name to get you into bars and clubs? And I know you made up this whole story about why you stopped bringing women by the manor—”

“Didn’t want to get mum and dad’s hopes up…” he mutters.

“It’s because of how greedily they looked at everything, and we both know it. Sirius and Remus, too,” she throws in for good measure.

“Merlin, was it that obvious?”

“Yes. Did you really not see it?”

“I mean, I must’ve. I’m—I know I’ve taken my fair share of bludgers to the head but I got seven N.E.W.T.s, I’m not a dumb bloke.”

“No one would ever call you dumb. Maybe oblivious sometimes, but not dumb.” She slides her hand out from under his with much mental protest, drumming her nails on the rim of her empty glass.

“But I don’t know…I guess I just thought I’d lean into the spotlight a bit. Maybe it’s what I thought came with the territory.” There’s a mix of sadness and bitterness in his voice. “But I guess that’s all gone to pot now, with the shoulder injury and all.”

“They’re keeping you on ‘til the end of the season though, right?”

“They’ve got to, it’s in my contract.”

“Well then you have time to figure things out,” Lily smiles. “You’ve got those seven N.E.W.T.s after all, and the family business. And the relationship thing…it’ll come. Your fame doesn’t matter; you’ll find someone who is mad about the real you. Don’t lose hope.”

“Don’t think I’m in danger of that with you around.” He flashes her a smile that’s equal parts warm and sarcastic, and fully makes her stomach flip. His eyes sweep her face for a moment before he drops his head back, face towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. “Of course you’re right. You’re always right.” He lets out a humorless laugh.

Unbidden, an image of a younger Lily flits into her mind, shouting by a lake.

“Not always.”

“Yes always. You’re not afraid to call me on my shit, Evans, and I love that about you. Even when it’s embarrassingly public.” He laughs quietly again, sliding a hand down his face, and Lily wonders how their minds immediately jumped to the same incident. “Merlin, d’you remember you once called me a toerag in front of half the bloody school before swearing off of me? I could never bring myself to be mad, though—you were right and I was being a little shit.”

“I didn’t”—she licks her lips nervously, battling a hysterical rise of laughter—“swear off of you.”

“Sure you did. Rather go out with the Giant Squid, wasn’t it?”

All the noise around them in the pub has died away. Now it’s only the two of them…and a high-pitched sort of ringing in Lily’s ears.

“That was me turning you down then. Not…forever.”

His head snaps up and their eyes meet—his nestled under a furrowed brow, swirling dark and molten, the brightness of the light honey flecks twinkling in the deep green. It’s as though the air around her has grown thinner, her lungs having to work twice as hard to breathe.

“What’re you—“

“Fucking finally!” Sirius exclaims, collapsing into his seat as Sam levitates a new tray of drinks—several shots and some tankards of butterbeer for winding down the night—onto the table.

“Bartender was making puppy eyes at a hen party and I thought this one here was going to lose his mind if it took another minute,” Sam laughs, pushing two shots over to Sirius.

Lily hears them, but doesn't really register anything. No, she and James are still caught in a magnetizing stare across the table, furrowed brow giving way to something shocked as understanding dawns. She wants to look away, wants to hide the blush of mortification that’s crawling up her neck at her clunky confession, but she can’t.

Three years of playing it mostly cool, down the drain.

But still, there’s something in those eyes that doesn’t let her heart crash and burn. There’s something there, accompanied by the subtle upward curve of his lips, that makes her stomach tremble with anticipation.

Hope.

#jily #jple #James potter #Lily evans #Kelsey writes

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cha-melodius · 5 months

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All right, it's been too many Wednesdays since I did this and I'm feeling itchy about it lol. Thank you to @three-drink-amy, @iboatedhere, @orchidscript, @leaves-of-laurelin, @dumbpeachjuice, and @kiwiana-writes for the tags this week, and everyone who tagged me the last two or three weeks in this or seven sentence sunday. Please have this out of context snippet.

“Henry, love. It’s so wonderful to see you,” she says as she pulls away a bit and looks around. “The house looks stunning. You’ve taken such good care of it.” “Thanks, mum,” he replies softly. He can’t help but feel bad that he hadn’t for a little while, when he’d barely had it in him to take care of himself, but there’s no use dwelling on it. Seeing his mother’s face light up at the decorations and the polished wood more than makes up for it. “And where’s your other half, then?” Martha asks as she somehow manages to deftly remove all of Anne’s winter gear one-handed. “Ah, busy with dinner in the kitchen,” Henry answers. “He probably didn’t even hear the bell.” “Excellent,” she says, then promptly hands Henry the baby. It’s entirely unexpected, and he’s so flustered that he takes Anne automatically. Before he can even ask what exactly she expects him to do, she’s disappearing into the depths of the house with a confidence that belies the fact that she’s never actually been here. For a moment he’s locked in a staring contest with Anne, her big, alert blue eyes roving over his face. Then she smiles and coos softly, and Henry is completely and utterly charmed.

I tagged some of y'all yesterday but too bad! I'm tagging you again! Obvs no pressure, ignore as you wish. @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @clottedcreamfudge, @14carrotghoul, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @inexplicablymine, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @indestructibleheart, @cricketnationrise, @nicijones, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mirilyawrites, @dreamycloud, @ships-to-sail, @liminalmemories21, @daisymae-12, and an open tag for anyone who wants it!

#wip wednesday #my wips #rwrb #rwrb fic #coming soooooooon

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 3 months

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Tagged by the lovelies @socially-awkward-skeleton and @cassietrn 💚, I decided to bring the beginning of the first chapter of my fanfiction "Fire and Gasoline", nothing special but I wanted to show it

Taglist:@chloekistune @graveyard-party666 @alypink @kaitaiga @corvosattano @onehornedbeast @themotherofhorses @alexxmason @carlosoliveiraa @dickytwister @thewanderer-000 @thedeadthree @priceseyes @sinclxirx @simonxriley @marivenah @strangefable @captastra @aceghosts @kikiharinezumi @katsigian @voidika @captmactavish

Divider by @saradika-graphics

(Yes, she is wearing a blonde wig🤭💚)

London, May 13, 2022

The stride of her heels vibrated to the calculated movements of the young blond woman as she lent herself to reach the motel reception desk.

"I have an 'appointment with Mr. Ethan Fisher" she coquettishly announced to the receptionist "at your bar for tea."

Eden was perfectly cast in the role, stealing the identity of Fisher's client, one of Williard George's best friends and backer had been a joke. All it had taken was a little sleeping pill in the woman's coffee and she was kaput, and amazingly she even looked like her.

"There you are, Anita Morgan. You can have a seat, I'll call the customer right away."

"Very kind" in a melodious voice thanked the man, walking toward the dining area of the five-star hotel.

"You should teach me one day how to play mindless Ken" Ghost's voice from the invisible earpiece sojourned to her ears. He had offered to help her mostly out of a sense of protection for his girlfriend, standing in one of the rooms in front of the 'five-star hotel where the meeting would take place, with his trusty sniper rifle.

"You are too tough to be a Ken, at best you could be Action Man" Reggie, the hacking specialist gave his opinion. Bursting out laughing would not have been the 'most appropriate option. It would have blown up the whole 'operation.

"What's the situation like? The idiot is taking longer than he should."

"At the moment he seems clean, he is no longer in the room" Ghost updated on the situation.

"I still remember when at the orphanage I stole a Barbie and an Action Man to mate them. It was funny to see the look on that little bitch child's face" Reggie however paused not hearing Ghost and Eden speak. They were flabbergasted at how Reggie was talking about it.

Eden was about to say she was doing the same but a dapper man approached her, escorted by two bodyguards. Ethan Fisher, a fairly prominent broker from Canary Wharf.

"Anita, what a good wind" the elderly man sat down ordering a green tea "I thought your husband would show up this time."

"Usual engagements, you know being a broker requires" Eden took the mirror from her clutch bag "very busy" then stared at her reflection in it, from a distance she could see the bulky figure of Ghost, focused more than ever. At the same moment one of the bodyguards placed a briefcase in front of the woman, inside was several cash and documents.

"This is the evidence, Jeffrey has his back covered. And I really hope one of these days you can come over for dinner. Or watch some horse races. Letting that horse win was the fairest choice he could have made" the man''s thunderous laughter drew all the people in the restaurant.

Eden laughed probably, with the most fake laugh she could show but she had to act didn't she?

"And my husband Arthur will be pleased to come mon ami."

After a while the meeting between the two ended, with that handshake that would be Fisher's conviction and one more piece to prove George's guilt in 'backing Makarov.

"Glad to have seen you again Anita" the man shook Eden's hand, initially in a gentle way until he made her come dangerously close to him with that tug.Just in case Simon had his trigger at hand.

"I hope you can understand that if I go down you too will end up the same way."

She could have broken his arm but decided to play the frightened woman to be believable.

"Don't worry Mr. Fisher, you have my word that nothing will happen" with that renowned confidence Eden was left by the broker and joined by Ghost, playing her bodyguard.

"Nice mask, perfect for scaring" Fisher laughed. Ghost was between punching him and wanting to throw him into the first glass window possible, fortunately, however, the encounter between the broker and Eden ended in "tarallucci e vino" a famous Italian saying that meant in the best possible way.

Together the couple went outside, crossing that area as bodyguards and bosses to keep out of sight.

"That suit gives you 'too severe an air, you look like Judy Dench in 007" blurted out Simon as they reached the BMW courtesy of C, current head of MI6. An internal investigation could only be given with their consent.

"Shush, she's hot," she murmured between her teeth smiling, looking forward to having to conclude this sham set-up.

"Glad to know you are alive."

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massivedrickhead · 5 months

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sending a sleepy prompt because I don’t want it to end yet!! I’ve read each prompt you’ve posted right away so my day would feel incomplete without it🫶

21. “Give me a goodnight kiss?”

maybe it could be like Beca and Chloe in their own world, forgetting they’re with the Bellas and the girls finding out about their relationship when Beca kisses Chloe goodnight? (or vice versa)

(you can go an entirely different route if you want to though, I’m sure it’ll still be amazing)

The streak continues! Let's gooooo!

21. “Give me a goodnight kiss?”

Prompt taken from here

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It was the end of another long Bellas movie night, and if she’s honest, Beca was impressed she lasted this long.

She’d been dozing for the last hour, her head resting back on the sofa, her hand millimetres from Chloe’s, their pinkies just touching.

When the credits finally started rolling, Beca sat up and stretched.

“Okay,” Beca said. “I’m calling it a night.”

“You don’t have one more in you?” Chloe asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“I didn’t have that one in me,” Beca said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Fine,” Chloe said. “Goodnight.”

She turned her face towards Beca and, without thinking, Beca pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Night,” she said.

The various conversations that had been happening around the room all fell silent as if someone had flipped a switch.

Beca frowned.

“What?” She asked.

“Don’t ‘what?’ us,” Stacie said. “What the hell was that?”

They were all staring at her and Chloe, and Beca felt her insides freeze.

Beca swallowed. “A goodnight kiss?” She said, her voice a whole octave higher. “You know, like friends do?”

Chloe let out a snort of laughter.

“Is this a new thing you’re trying out?” Cynthia Rose asked.

Beca shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well I for one would like to opt out,” Amy said.

“I dunno,” Stacie said. “I think I could get on board.”

Beca swallowed again and glanced down at Chloe, who couldn’t seem to wipe the amusement off her face. “Cool,” she said. “Well, now we’ve all accepted that without any further questions, I’m going to bed.”

Beca tried to leave the room when Stacie cleared her throat.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Stacie asked. “Where’s my goodnight kiss?”

The rest of the Bellas started laughing, and Beca looked at Chloe who shrugged, a grin still on her face.

“Unless you want to just tell us the truth?”

Beca sighed, and Chloe gave her the smallest nod.

“Fine,” Beca said. “Chloe and I are-”

“-wait!” Amy said, interrupting, her phone in her hand. “Can you wait like twenty minutes before you tell us?”

“You can’t do that,” Stacie said. “She wants to tell us now, she should tell us now. Right now. Definitely not in 20 minutes.”

“I just don’t think we should rush her,” Amy said. “Right, Cynthia? Jessica? Ashley? Flo? Someone back me up?”

“I don’t care, I lost two days ago,” Cynthia Rose said.

“What are you guys talking about?” Beca asked.

“Nothing,” Stacie said quickly. “Just spit it out, Bec.”

“Keep it in, Beca,” Amy said. “Keep your secrets. Trust no one.”

Chloe’s shoulders sagged.

“You all know, don’t you?” Chloe asked.

“Know what?” Stacie said, one eye on the time.

Beca sighed. She held out her hand and Chloe took it. “Chloe and I are dating.”

“Yes!” Stacie said, her fist punching the air.

“Dammit!” Amy said at the same time.

“Not quite the reaction I thought we’d get,” Chloe said.

“I mean, I’m super happy for you guys, but come on! You couldn’t have waited until after midnight. Beca, can’t you keep it in your pants for five minutes?” Amy asked.

“Pay up aca-bitches!” Stacie said hand outstretched. The other Bellas grumbled and began putting $10 bills in her hand.

“You guys were betting on us?” Beca asked, unsure if she should be offended or not.

“Beca, sweetie, we’ve known for like a month,” Stacie said. “We’ve been placing bets on when you’d finally tell us.”

Beca threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. “So we’ve been sneaking around all this time for nothing?”

“I wouldn’t call it sneaking,” Flo said.

“Yeah, you guys are about as subtle as an earthquake,” Cynthia said.

“I thought there was an earthquake the other night,” Amy muttered.

“Okay,” Beca said, her cheeks flushing red. “That’s enough of that.”

“Look, we wouldn’t have done this if you’d just told us all at the beginning,” Stacie said. “Why didn’t you?”

Beca looked at Chloe, whose shoulders had sunk again. “I just… I was scared,” Beca said, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I didn’t want to tell you all, then screw it up, and then we’d have to tell you we broke up.” Chloe took her hand again, and Beca looked at her. “Chloe wanted to tell you all,” she said. “I was just scared.”

There was a silence in which Beca and Chloe just looked at each other.

“Well now I feel like an asshole,” Stacie said, breaking the silence, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“We were going to tell you all,” Chloe said. “We just needed to make sure that what we had was going to last first.”

“And you think it is?” Cynthia asked. “Because otherwise this will get real awkward, real fast.”

Beca and Chloe smiled at each other. “We think it is,” Chloe said.

There was a chorus of ‘aw!’s and they were suddenly in the middle of a Bellas’ group hug.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough of that,” Beca said wriggling free. “Well, now that’s all out in the open, I’m going to bed.” She held out her hand again. “Chloe? Care to join me?”

Chloe grinned and took hold of Beca’s hand. “Night everyone!” She said as Beca pulled her towards the stairs.

“Not in our room!” Amy called after them.

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Clever Boy - Eleventh Doctor Imagine [Doctor Who]

Title: Clever Boy

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Word Count: 6,449 words

Warning(s): major character death, canon-typical violence, mention of past trauma

Summary: [Season 7, Episode 1] The Doctor and (Y/n) are reunited with Amy and Rory when all of them find themselves in the custody of the Daleks with an impossible task before them.

Author's Note: Wouldn't be one of my OCs if I didn't randomly jump around the timeline a lot. If there's a season that you want to see next, let me know and I'll see what I can do!

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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I warned the Doctor about going to meet the women who wanted to save her daughter.

After all that we went through, it just seemed a little too perfect. Someone being able to send him a message and begging for help just after we avoid true death? I had trouble trusting it.

But he wanted to talk to her. He thought that he needed to.

I went with him for the sake of safety.

We met her on Skaro. The original planet of the Daleks.

She told us the story of Hannah. Her daughter who had been taken away to a Dalek prison camp. People had told her that we could help.

The Doctor noticed the same things that I did. The meeting place, how much she seemed to know about us, and the fact that she had left her daughter behind in the first place.

Mothers don't do that if they want to save or protect their child. They would rather burn the planet around them to the ground than be separated from them. At least, that's what I had learned from Amy.

Once the Doctor started asking too many questions, the woman was forced to reveal herself.

She hadn't escaped anything. She had merely been transformed.

Once the Doctor had been incapacitated, I went to take off running. Another person was already there and before I could truly make any progress, I was lying on the ground next to the Doctor.

When I came to, we were both in a cell.

"Good, you're awake!"

The Doctor pulled me off the floor. I blinked a few times, trying to get rid of whatever tiredness was still clouding my thoughts.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"Angry and tired," I muttered.

"That's the spirit," he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

The doors slid open as he pulled away. Two Daleks rolled in.

"You will come with us," one of them instructed.

"Where are we going," I asked, not moving from my spot.

"The Doctor and (Y/n) will be reunited with their companions."

I felt a strong hit of fear strike my chest. They had gotten Rory and Amy too. This was the worst-case scenario.

"Move," the Dalek instructed again.

We were led down the hall. One Dalek was leaning in front of us, the other was behind us.

We made it to another cell. Amy and Rory were waiting for us just inside.

As soon as we were all inside, a hatch in the ceiling came undone and the platform we were standing on began to raise itself up.

A room. A circular room full of enough Daleks to fill up a few dozen lecture halls. Far more than they would need to take over a multitude of planets.

"Please, tell me this isn't what I think it is," I spoke to the Doctor quietly.

"What is it," Amy asked. "Spaceship, right?"

"Not just a spaceship," he explained. "The Parliament of the Daleks."

I closed my eyes for a moment. Some part of me wanted to believe that this was all some twisted dream. Another part of me knew very well that it wasn't, but facing the reality around us was too terrifying to contemplate.

We had just escaped death to be handed a death sentence.

I only opened my eyes because I heard the Doctor start telling them to take their shot. I was ready to slap him.

"Save us," the emperor spoke up.

"Excuse me?" I admittedly didn't think much before I snapped back at the creature.

"You will save the Daleks."

I scoffed. Another decision that I didn't think through properly.

The room began chanting at all of us. Just repeating the same three words over and over. Save the Daleks.

As the voices died down, The Doctor started pacing.

After a little while, I heard Amy and Rory mumbling to each other. I tried to pay it no mind, but it was difficult when the tension between them was more suffocating than the fear of being surrounded by Daleks.

I didn't mind the muttering until it turned to me.

"And (Y/n) is constantly glancing at us because they want to help us from whatever is wrong with us," Amy whispered. "'Oh no, Amy and Rory are clearly not alright, how are we going to fix that?'"

"Get better at hiding the tension if you don't want me worrying about you," I said bluntly.

She looked down for a moment.

"We have arrived," one of the Daleks announced.

"Arrived where," the Doctor asked.

"Doctor," the emperor said.

"The Prime Minister will speak with you now," the woman from our original meeting spoke up, motioning over to him.

The Doctor didn't move for a minute. When he did, he didn't turn to face their emperor- sorry- their Prime Minister. He moved over to me.

The Doctor stepped closer to me, taking my hand in his as he mumbled into my ear, "We don't have to do this, We could run-"

"Yes, we do," I cut the Doctor off as I looked at him. "They won't let us walk out of here if we don't."

I saw the sad look cross his eyes.

"I don't care if I die," I whispered. "But I will not be the reason that you or Amy or Rory die. I just won't."

He took a deep breath before kissing the side of my head and stepping back. He turned back to the Prime Minister.

He stopped by the woman. "Do you remember who you were before they emptied you out and turned you into their puppet?"

"My memories are only activated if they are required to facilitate deep cover or disguise."

"Look at that," I replied sarcastically. "We were important enough to switch the memories back on."

The Doctor continued approaching the Prime Minister. I took a few steps closer behind him. Quiet support more than anything else.

"What do you know of the Dalek asylum," the creature asked.

"According to legend, you have a dumping ground," he replied. "A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong. The battle-scarred, the insane, the ones even you can't control. Which never made any sense to me."

"Why not?"

"Because you'd just kill them."

"It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred."

That statement made me sick to my stomach. I interrupted the Doctor, "Offensive?"

"Does it surprise you to know that Daleks have a concept of beauty?"

"No," I shook my head. "I am just surprised that after so long you can still find ways to be so disgusting. Hatred so beautiful that you have to keep hurt, scared creatures in a cage like a personal zoo? Such a fixation on the emotion that it makes you go against your entire purpose. Kill what's different."

The Doctor started walking down the ramp towards me.

"Perhaps that is why we could never kill either of you," the Prime Minister stated.

I was ready to stand and argue, but I didn't get the chance before a hole in the middle of the floor opened. We both walked over to it, looking down at the planet just underneath it.

"The asylum occupies the entire planet," the woman- Darla- explained. "Right to the core."

"How many Daleks are in there," the Doctor asked.

"A count has not been made," she answered. "Millions, certainly."

I was next to speak up, "All still alive?"

"It has to be assumed. The asylum is fully automated. Supervision is not required."

"Armed?" Amy looked over.

"A Dalek is always armed."

"What color?"

We all looked at Rory as the question came out of his mouth.

"Sorry, there weren't any good questions left."

"There's a signal being received from the very heart of the asylum," Darla explained. Just as she did, music began playing over the speaker.

"What is the noise," a Dalek yelled. "Explain! Explain!"

"It's me," the Doctor replied.

"Oh God," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Sorry, what?" Rory turned to us.

"I'm playing the triangle," the Doctor grinned, mimicking his motion.

"And hasn't one let me forget that fun fact," I added.

"Carmen," the Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his jacket and scanned the console that the Dalek had been using. "Lovely show."

I follow him back up the ramp. "Please tell me you're-"

"Tracking back the signal so we can talk to them," he finished my sentence for me.

"Dibs!" I shoved him out of the way. "Hello? Hello... Carmen?"

"Creative."

"Shut up," I muttered. "Hello! Come in, come in. Someone there?"

"Do you read me?" a voice rang out.

"Loud and clear," I replied, smiling properly for the first time since the trip had started. "Identify yourself and report your status."

"Hello," the voice said.

"Hello," I repeated.

"Are you real? Properly real?"

"Actually, properly real. Living, breathing, and bleeding if I am not careful."

"Oswin Oswald," she introduced. "Junior Entertainment Manager, Starship Alaska. Current status: crashed and shipwrecked somewhere... not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing, provision's good but keen to move on."

"A year," I asked. "Are you okay? Under attack?"

"Some local life forms. Been keeping them out."

I looked at the Doctor, scared and confused by the story. "Know what they are?"

"I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah," she replied.

"What have you been doing all alone, for a year? Against the Daleks?"

"Making soufflés."

I let out an amused huff. "soufflés."

"Where do you get the milk?" the Doctor butted in. I furrowed my eyebrows. It was a good question.

"This conversation is irrelevant." The Dalek did not agree with me. It shut off the signal.

"No, it isn't," the Doctor snapped back.

"Someone crashed into your asylum, meaning there's a big hole in whatever security you had," I joined in. "One thing gets in, millions can get out."

"Even you don't want that," the Doctor added.

"The asylum must be cleansed," the Dalek spoke.

"Then, why is it still here," the Doctor asked. "You have enough firepower to blast it out of the sky."

"They can't," I concluded. "The security that they put on the planet won't allow it. That's why we're here."

"The asylum's forcefield is impenetrable," Darla stepped forward. "And can only be turned off from the inside."

The Doctor went walking down the ramp again. "A small task force could sneak in. Send a couple of Daleks."

He paused halfway down the ramp, noting the silence in the room.

"Oh," he mumbled. "That's good. They're too scared to go down there. What do the Daleks do when they're too scared."

To put it very simply, they were going to launch all of us into a planet. They gave us these bracelets that fended off the nanocloud, which would turn everything that wasn't Dalek into... Dalek. Once we made it down, it was our job to figure out how to shut off the forcefield so they could destroy it.

We were led back to the opening in the floor, where a gravity beam was waiting for us. I reached over and grabbed the Doctor's hand. He rubbed a circle into the skin of my hand with his thumb.

"Ready," I asked.

"Are we ever," he grumbled back to me.

I was hoping to get a chance to jump into the gravity beam on my own. We didn't. Instead, we were all pushed into it.

My next memory was lying in the snow. I groaned as I pushed myself up. I looked around at my surroundings. There was nothing there that I could make any sense of.

I jumped when music started playing next to me. I looked down at an eyestalk looking at me. I moved to lay on my stomach in front of it.

"Oswin?" I called.

"Sorry!" she replied. "I pressed the wrong switch. You okay?"

"I just got launched at a planet, but I could be worse," I shrugged. "How are you doing that? This is Dalek technology."

"It's very easy to hack."

"Respectfully, no, it really isn't. Where are you?"

"Somewhere underground... I think. Ship broke up when it hit. You coming to get me?"

"(Y/n)!"

I jumped at the sound of the Doctor's voice. The camera disappeared as soon as he spoke.

"Dammit," I mumbled, pushing myself to stand up.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Oswin," I replied.

"Soufflé girl?"

"She has a name."

"Doctor!" Amy came running at us from the other side of a hill.

The Doctor helped steady her.

"Where's Rory," he asked.

"There was another beam," the man pointed vaguely behind us all. He continued following us.

We found a hole in the ground. It was deep enough that we couldn't see the bottom.

The man from earlier led us to a hatch that he had been trying to get into. He explained that his team had come down two days ago and that there were twelve other escape pods.

"Alaska," Amy read out, looking down at the name printed on the ship. "That's the same as Soufflé Girl."

"Two days," I asked, looking at the man. He nodded before opening the hatch. "It can't be the same as her. She's been here a year."

We all followed him down.

"There should be some climbing rope long enough for that hole," he explained.

I stepped around one of the seats when I spotted a hood. I leaned down only to be met with a skeleton sitting in the seat. Can't be merely two days old. It couldn't have been.

"Won't you introduce us to your crew," the Doctor asked. I grabbed his arm and stepped as close as possible. "What?"

"They're dead," I mumbled. "That... That one is a skeleton. They can't be two days old."

"Guys, this is the Doctor, Amy, and (Y/n)," the man introduced us. Nothing. I stepped a little further back from the seats. "Guys?"

The Doctor stepped forward, tapping the one I had seen on the shoulder. Its head rolled back, revealing the skeleton. The Doctor checked all of them. With the sonic screwdriver for some reason... they were skeletons, he didn't need to use the screwdriver. They were all dead.

"That's not possible," the man argued. "I just spoke to them. Two hours ago. We were doing engine repairs."

"I'm sorry, but there was no way that's possible. They've been dead a long time."

"Of course," he muttered. "Stupid me. I died outside. The cold preserved my body."

I stepped closer to the ladder, hoping to be ready to run from the man.

Then, an eyestalk started to protrude out of his forehead. "I forgot about dying."

The Doctor grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall and sprayed it at the man. Amy hit the button next to the door, only shutting it once the man was secured on the other side.

"How'd he get all... Daleked," Amy asked.

"He didn't have a bracelet," I explained. "Nanocloud."

"Microorganisms that automatically process any organic matter, dead or alive, into a Dalek puppet."

"Anything that attacks the asylum immediately becomes on-site security. We've seen the interesting abilities of nano-tech."

"Living or dead?" Amy said. I paused, eyes going wide as I looked around the room.

"The wristbands protect us," the Doctor continued rambling. "The only thing keeping us from going completely-"

"Doctor, shut up," she cut him off. "Living or dead?"

"Yes, exactly, living or..."

The bones of the skeletons started cracking as the creatures stood up. The Doctor took off over the tops of the chairs once he noticed. I mostly followed his lead.

We only had true trouble once one of the creatures had caught Amy's wrist. The door slamming shut was enough to get the thing to let go.

The two of them leaned against the door while I stood across from them.

"Unauthorized personnel may not enter the cockpit," a familiar voice rang out over the intercom in the room.

"Oswin!" I jumped a bit. "I lost you back there, you alright?"

"I'm fine, just lost the signal."

The Doctor moved around me, taking a seat at the console, where a camera was pointed at us.

"Oi, Mr. Grumpy, don't get too close," she said. "Ooo, bad combo. No sense of humor and that chin."

I bit the inside to keep from laughing, even though I heard Amy chuckle behind me.

"What is wrong with my chin," the Doctor asked. He looked over at me.

"Nothing," I promised.

"Careful, don't poke their eye out."

I couldn't stop the laugh that came out of my mouth.

"(Y/n)," he whined.

"Sorry, sorry," I held my hands up. "I think your chin is... very handsome."

"I'm scanning you," Oswin informed us. "You're in another of the escape pods from the Alaska. It seems your power's on."

"How are you hacking into everything," I asked. "That should be impossible."

"Long story," she said simply. "There a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?"

I chuckled. "Not that I know off the top of my head, sorry."

"What's your name again?"

"(Y/n)."

"That'll work."

I let out a stunned scoff. "Oswin!"

"What?!"

"I am in a very committed relationship," I explained.

"With the chiny one?"

I had to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Is it him?"

"Yeah, it's him," I replied.

"Aw, cute," she gushed. "I was hoping it was the redhead."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I saw the Doctor's frown and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. He let a small grin cross his lips.

There was a beep on her hand. "Check the floor. I'm picking up a breach at floor level. There could be a way out. See you later!"

There had been a hatch on the floor. There was a rope going down into wherever it led. Someone else's escape route.

"This must go straight down to the asylum," the Doctor muttered as he unlocked the hatch.

"Where Rory is," Amy replied.

"Speaking of Rory," I started. "Anything you wanna talk about?"

"Are we going to do this now," she asked.

"What happened?" I countered.

"Just stuff, you know. We split up. What can you do?"

"What can I do," the Doctor mumbled, looking at her.

"Nothing," she explained. "it's not one of those things that you can fix like your bow tie."

The Doctor looked down again.

"Oh, don't give me those big, wet eyes, raggedy man. It's life. Just life. That thing that goes on when you two aren't around. We don't all get to end up traveling all of time and space with our true loves."

I felt a sting of guilt in my chest. I had always known that the Doctor and I were the exception. But Rory and Amy were each other's person. They were stuck together by the universe. They couldn't get away from each other if they tried.

I had grown to see them as an example of sorts.

I looked back at Amy. Maybe she saw us the same way.

There was a rope ladder going all the way to the bottom.

"Someone else got out this way," Amy noted.

"Let's go and find them," the Doctor muttered. He ran to the camera by the door.

They were holding up one of the bracelets. Amy's bracelet.

"Amy," the Doctor whispered.

"What's going to happen to me," she asked. "Seriously? Tell me. What?"

The Doctor didn't reply. Instead, he ran off to the ladder, leading the way down. I let Amy go before me. I followed right behind them, pulling it shut behind me.

"So, what's going to happen to me," she pushed again. "And don't lie. Because I know when you're lying to me and I will definitely fall on you."

"The air all around is full of micro-machines," the Doctor explained. I was stunned that he answered at all. "Robots the size of molecules. Nanogenes. Now that you're unprotected, you're being rebuilt."

By that point, we had made it to the bottom. Granted, by that point, we had already had this conversation at least four times.

"So what happens? I get one of those things sticking out of my head?" she continued.

"Physical changes come later," the Doctor grabbed her hand, pulling her along with us.

"What comes first? How does it start?"

"Your mind. Your feelings, your memories. And I'm sorry but it's already started."

"How do you know?"

"This is the fourth time we've had this conversation."

"I'm scared now."

"Hang onto that," I told her. "Scared isn't Dalek. Hold onto anything that isn't Dalek."

The door opened in front of us.

There was a smell coming from the room.

"What's that," Amy asked.

The Doctor closed the door again. "Stay right there. Don't open this door."

"Oswin," I yelled. "Can you hear me?"

"Hello (Y/n) and the Chin, I have visual on you," she replied. "(Y/n) and the Chin. You two could start a band."

"Why exactly don't we have a visual on you," the Doctor spoke up. "Why can't I ever see you?"

"Limited power, bad hair, take your pick," she explained. "There's a door to your left. Open it."

I looked to my left and went to the door. "Alright."

The door slid open to reveal a small screen.

"I'm going to send you a map to that screen," she explained.

I nodded and stepped inside. "Ready when you are, Oswin."

"Oh, your friend is safe. I can get you to him."

"You found Rory," I asked.

"Yup," she confirmed. "Well, I call him Nina. Personal thing."

I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment before focusing on the screen again.

I watched as she typed away. I followed the map that she was using to guide us. I heard the door open.

"How many Daleks are right ahead of us," I asked.

"Ten, twenty," she estimated. "Some are catatonic, but they do have firepower."

"Doctor," I tried to whisper-shout at him. "Where's Amy?"

He turned around and ran into the room that we had been avoiding earlier. She was standing in the middle.

"How do we get past them," I turned back to Oswin.

The Doctor and Amy shoved their way into the closet with me.

"Okay then," I gasped as I was shoved into the wall.

The sounds just outside the door powered down. The two of them stepped out first and I awkwardly followed.

"It's damaged," the Doctor said.

"Okay, but what do we do," Amy asked.

"Identify me," he turned to the Dalek. "Access your files. Come on."

"You are the Predator," the Dalek spoke.

"Access your standing orders concerning the Predator."

"The Predator must be destroyed!"

"And how are you going to do that? the Doctor stepped forward. "A Dalek without a gun? You're a tricycle with a roof. How are you going to destroy me?"

"Self-destruct initiated," the Dalek shouted.

"What's it doing," Amy asked.

"Destroying the Predator," I explained.

The Doctor lifted the Dalek's hood.

"Self-destruct cannot be countermanded," the Dalek said.

"I wasn't looking for countermand," the Doctor replied. "I'm looking for reverse."

The Dalek proceeded to roll backwards into the large room. It exploded, taking out the other Daleks with it.

We had all been thrown backward.

I shoved myself off the floor. The Doctor picked up a now unconscious Amy and followed me. Rory was standing on the other side of the room.

"Where have you been," I asked.

"Oswin put me in a- a room," Rory pointed behind him. "Is Amy alright?"

"Just unconscious," I explained. "Where's the room?"

He led us into some other room off to the side. The Doctor placed Amy down and we all waited for her to wake up. While we did, the Doctor explained the situation of the stolen bracelet.

"Will the sleeping help her," Rory asked. "Slow down the process?"

"You'd better hope so," Oswin's voice filled the room. "Because pretty soon, she's going to try and kill you."

Amy woke up a moment later, groaning as she did, "Ow."

"Hey," the Doctor said. "Still with us?"

"Amy, it's me," Rory grinned at her. "Do you remember me?"

She reached up and slapped him as soon as the words left his mouth.

"I'd take that as a yes," I advised.

"Same old Amy," the Docter mumbled.

"Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek," Oswin asked. She was quieter now. Like she was scared. "Subtract love, add anger. Doesn't she seem a bit too angry to you?"

"Well, somebody's never been to Scotland," Amy replied, pushing herself up.

"Oswin," I said. "How are you... okay? Why hasn't the nanocloud converted you?"

"I mentioned the genius thing, yeah?" she explained. "Shielded in here."

"Clever of you," I muttered, trying to ignore the nervousness in my stomach. Hope. If I needed one thing right now, it was hope. "Now, the Daleks said that this place was fully automated. But it's a wreck."

"I've had nearly a year to mess with them and not a lot else to do."

"A junior entertainment manager hiding out in a wrecked ship, hacking the security systems of one of the most advanced warrior race the universe has ever seen," the Doctor spoke up as he was scurrying around the room. "But you know what gets me about you, Oswin? The soufflés."

"The soufflés," Amy asked.

"Where do you get milk for the soufflés?"

He turned to the rest of us.

"Seriously, is no one else wondering about that?"

I didn't want to admit that I had found it easier to ignore it. I merely looked down. Rory shut it down more bluntly than I had.

"So, Doctor," Oswin piped up. "I've been looking you up. And you, (Y/n). You're all over the database. Why do the Daleks call you the Predator? Why are you lot such a threat?"

"Not a predator, just a man with a plan," the Doctor replied.

"You've got a plan?"

"In no particular order," the Doctor explained, "we need to neutralize all the Daleks in the asylum, rescue Oswin from the wreckage, escape from the planet, and save Amy and Rory's marriage."

"Alright, I'm counting three lost causes, anyone else," Amy asked.

"Oswin, there's a Dalek ship in orbit," the Doctor said.

"Yeah, got it on the sensors," she replied.

"The asylum has a forcefield. The Daleks are waiting for me to shut it off. As soon as I do, they'll burn this whole world and us with it. So, my question for you is this, how fast can you drop the forcefield?"

"Pretty fast."

"Good. This is a teleport, am I correct?"

"Yeah. Internal use only."

"I can boost the power once the force field is down. And we can use it to beam us right off this planet," the Doctor explained, messing with the teleport.

"But you said that when the forcefield is down, the Daleks will blow us up," Rory pointed out.

"That's why we have to be quick," I spoke up.

"Fine, we'll be quick, but where do we beam to," Amy asked.

"The only place within range. The Dalek ship," the Doctor answered.

"They'd exterminate us on the spot," Amy said.

"We'd survive four seconds longer," Rory agreed.

"What's wrong with four seconds," the Doctor smirked. "You can do loads in four seconds."

"Oswin, how fast can you drop the forcefield?" I called.

"I can do it from here," she explained. "As soon as you come and get me."

"Why don't you drop the forcefield and come to us," I asked.

"There's enough power in that teleport for one go," she replied. "Why would you wait for me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"No idea, never met you," she said. "I'm sending you a map so you can come and get me."

"(Y/n)," the Doctor grabbed my arm as I went to run over. I yanked my arm away.

"I'm going to do this," I told him bluntly. "Stay here. Keep them safe. If we don't make it in time, then I want you to go. Got it?"

He stared at me for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Make it back."

"I plan to," I smirked a bit before looking at the map. As I took off, I turned back to him. "I love you!"

"Love you too!" I heard him say behind me.

I stepped out into the hall.

I could hear banging and the sounds of Daleks screaming various threats and promises. They only got louder as I rounded the corner. I took a deep breath as I continued moving.

It was terrifying.

The closed walls, the sound of Daleks yelling. It was all so familiar. I could vividly see myself back in that little box that I had known for far too long. The practice scenarios where I would be faced with almost exactly this situation.

I tried to block out those memories. I had other things to focus on at the moment.

In a more relative sense, it had been going well. I hadn't been met with any loss Daleks and I was close to where I needed to be.

"Oswin," I said quietly. "I think I'm close."

"You are," she replied. "Less than twenty feet away. Which is the good news."

"And the bad?"

"You're about to pass through intensive care."

"Oh, great," I muttered, taking another deep breath.

The door slid open.

It was quiet. Daleks were lined up in cages, all dormant. The lights were off.

"Why are they here," I asked.

"Don't know. Survivors of particular wars. Spiridon, Kembel, Aridius, Vulcan, Exxilon. Ringing any bells."

I felt like the air was being forced out of my lungs. I was being strangled without anyone else around. My legs felt shaky as if my knees were prepared to give out at any given moment. And my head. My head hurt and was swirling with a thousand thoughts and memories.

And all I could was keep walking.

"Yeah," I answered, pausing to look at one of them. "These are the Daleks of the Time War."

I wanted to vomit.

"I was supposed to stop it. I couldn't."

I heard one of the Daleks coming to life behind me. "Savior."

"I'm sorry, what did it call you?"

"Nothing," I replied. "A name that I gave up a long, long time ago."

More Daleks started to wake up. I walked away, hoping to get out of the room as fast as possible.

"Oswin, there's a door but it won't open," I said. "They can't be far away now."

"Hold on. There's a release code, but I just need to find it. Is there anything happening out there?"

"No. But I don't like the silence any more than the yelling."

I heard chains rattling behind me. My breathing spiked again.

"Oswin!"

"Just a second!"

I heard the snapping of chains and my name being yelled again. I pressed my back to the door, putting as much distance between me and the approaching Daleks as I could. None of them seemed to have guns, so I should have been safe.

I closed my eyes, curling in on myself.

And then, it stopped.

All of it just froze.

"Oh, that is cool," I heard Oswin say as the Daleks turned around and moved away from me. "Tell me, I'm cool."

"What did you do," I asked.

"Hang on, I think I found the door thingy-"

"No, I need to know what you just did," I cut her off.

"The Daleks have a hive mind. Well, not really, it's more of a telepathic web."

"And?"

"I hacked into it," she explained. "Did a master delete on all the information connected with the Savior or (Y/n). Including information about the Doctor and your friends."

I let out a breathy laugh at the idea, tears filling my eyes. "You made them forget me."

"Good, huh," she asked. "And here comes the door."

"The Doctor has tried hacking into the path web before. He could never find a way to do it. I never even tried because of how much security they've got on it."

"Come and meet the woman who can."

The door slid open behind me. I scrambled inside but froze just in the doorway.

"Hey, you're right outside," the voices were mixing together. One Oswin's and the other was... Dalek. "Come on in."

"Oswin," I said. I took a step forward. "We have a problem."

"No, we don't," she replied. "Don't even say that. I joined the Alaska to see the universe and crashed on my first trip. You're here. You can take me to see it all. Properly."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Does it look real to you? That little place you're in right now?"

"It is real."

"It's a dream," I said. "Your mind constructed a safe place for you. Reality got too terrible. Too scary."

Her voice disappeared. All that was left was the Dalek's. "Where am I?"

"They did a complete transformation on you," I explained. "You are... a Dalek."

"No, no, I'm not a Dalek. I'm human."

I stepped forward, gently touching the shell of the creature. "You were when you crashed. But they found you... you climbed out of that pod we found."

"I'm human."

"Not anymore. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

There was no answer.

"You're a genius. They need genius."

There was still no response.

"I am so sorry," I started walking backward, closer to the door. "The Doctor asked earlier, but you never had to answer. Where did you get the milk? And the eggs? For the soufflés?"

"Eggs..." the Dalek voice shot fear into my stomach.

"I'm sorry."

"Ex... term... i... nate."

"Oswin," I muttered, stepping further back.

"Exterminate!"

"Oswin, wait!"

I scrambled back toward the door as the chains snapped off.

"You don't have to do this! They turned you but look at what you've done so far! You are still good! You are still you! Oswin, please!"

The Dalek stopped just in front of me.

"Oswin?"

"Why do they hate you," she asked. "You and that man. Why do they hate you so much?"

"I fought them. With him. More times than I can count."

"We have grown stronger out of fear."

"I know. That's... That's part of why we tried to step away. Stop giving them a reason to be stronger."

"Run."

"What," I asked. "What did you say?"

"Run," she repeated. "I've taken down the forcefield. The Daleks have begun their attack. Run.

I blinked at her a few times. I couldn't think of what to say.

"Oswin-"

"I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks and I am human. Remember me."

I grinned at her. "Yeah. I will. Thank you."

"Run," she urged me. I nodded and turned around as I heard something start crumbling around me. "Go save that clever boy of yours... and remember."

I have never thought about how difficult it is to run while you're crying. It hinders every system you had. Eyesight and breathing and your sense of direction gets shot by the emotion.

It was a miracle that I made it to the teleport in time. I jumped into the Doctor, hugging his as tight as I could.

"You alright?"

"We don't have time," I shrugged it off as I stepped back. There was another rumble. "We have to go."

He nodded. He hit a button on his control panel.

The Daleks were panicking when we got there. We ended up inside the TARDIS, but we could still hear them worrying about being under attack.

"You guys should have seen this coming," the Doctor yelled. "The thing about me and teleports is that I have really good aim. Pinpoint accurate, in fact. Or, to put it another way..."

"Please don't," I begged, going to grab his arm.

"Suckers!"

He stepped out of the TARDIS before I could stop him. I followed him out. If I couldn't stop him, then I could be next to him when he got himself killed.

The Dalek yelled at us, "Identify yourself! Identify!"

"What," the Doctor asked. "You know me."

"She did it," I whispered.

"Who did what," the Doctor turned to me.

"We should go," I said.

The Dalek yelled again, "Identify yourself!"

"The Doctor... The Oncoming Storm-"

"Titles are not meaningful in this context. Doctor who?"

I let out a sharp, relieved breath at the question. And then at how the question spread like wildfire.

"Come on," I grabbed the Doctor's hand.

He didn't question me any further, just following me back inside as the Daleks continued yelling.

Our next stop after that was Rory and Amy's home. They stepped out, waving to us as we went.

As the TARDIS took off again, it felt like the adrenaline finally wore off, I felt the tears coming back to my eyes.

I covered my mouth, leaning forward a bit and laying my other hand on the railing. The sobs started long before I ever had a chance to stop them.

"(Y/n)?- Hey," the Doctor walked over. He reached out and touched my arm.

It was as if that made me snap back to my senses. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face in his shoulder.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, hugging me back. He ran his hand up and down my back a bit. "What happened?"

"I was too late," I muttered. I leaned back, wiping my eyes as I did. The Doctor's hands touched my sides. "I... I found her, but they... they had done a complete transformation."

"The milk and eggs," he mumbled.

"She... She wasn't even aware of it," I continued. "That's why she thought she had all of this stuff. She really thought that she was still human. That she was just waiting so I could save her."

The Doctor leaned over to kiss my forehead before pressing his against mine. "There was nothing you could have done."

I didn't respond for a moment.

"(Y/n)..."

"She did something," I said. "She got into their telepathic web and... she deleted all of the information about you and me."

"Really?"

"She saved our lives. And all I gave her was false hope."

The Doctor pulled me into another hug. "I'd like to think you saved hers as well. In some way."

I closed my eyes.

"A new way of thinking can save someone more than we'll ever know."

I would love to think that he was right.

And maybe he was, but it would be a very long time before I accepted that possibility.

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Everything Falls Into Place

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: fluff, worrying about not being able to adopt a child, anxiety

Request by anon: Aww if steve and vixen settle down imagine them fostering or adopting a child. In their words "adoption helps a kid"

Summary: You and Steve start the process of adopting a child. There are a lot of steps that you have to go through, including a background check. You're worried about your past as Vixen is finally going to bite you in the ass. This is it. This is the other shoe you've been waiting for to drop.

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Squares Filled: social worker au (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Tick. Tock.

“What is taking her so long?” you sigh impatiently.

“She’s only been gone five minutes. Calm down,” Steve chuckles from beside you. Steve looks over at you to see you bouncing your leg from how nervous you are. You’re wringing your fingers together to keep yourself from biting your nails. “Y/N, you’re acting like a criminal who just got caught. Take a deep breath.”

“Steve, this woman is the decider on whether or not we have a child. Forgive me if I’m a little anxious.”

Your social worker, Amy, takes another ten minutes before she’s back in the office, and you let out a relieved sigh that she hasn’t kicked you out… yet.

“I am so sorry. We’re extremely backed up,” she says and takes a seat across from you.

“It’s no problem,” Steve smiles politely.

“So, you’re looking to adopt a child? It’s a big responsibility.”

“Yes, ma’am. We’ve actually been wanting this for a while now.”

“Why now? Why not then?”

You and Steve look at each other in thought. Maybe it’s because you two were out fighting in wars you had no business being in. Maybe it’s because you finally came face to face with Zemo again after so many years of being away from him, and you almost killed him. Maybe it’s because even though you think you’re ready to be parents… you’re actually not.

“We felt like the timing wasn’t right,” Steve finally answers and peels his eyes away from you.

“Have you always wanted to have children?”

“Yes, I have,” Steve answers honestly. “For as long as I could remember.”

“And you?” Amy asks.

“In the beginning, yes. I mean, when I was a lot younger. Some shit happened to me and I didn’t allow myself to feel that way until recently. Maybe in the last couple of years? I can’t have children biologically, but I do want one.”

“I never know how to ask this question despite how many years I’ve been doing this, but what kind of parents would you two be?”

“I can’t say for sure. How can anyone know for sure? We’ve never taken care of a child before. There will be obstacles that we might not know how to get over but I can tell you one thing. We will do our very best to make sure this child is loved, safe, and raised to be the best person they can be.”

“That’s a good answer,” Amy smiles and writes in her notebook. Steve rubs his thumb on the back of your hand comfortingly. “This is going to be a long process but I have confidence that it will go by quicker than you think.” She hands over a piece of paper to Steve. “Here is a list of everything I will be needing by the end of this week. Legal papers. You know how it goes. Next will be an extensive background screening for everyone living in the adoptive household. After that will be the in-home interview and inspection of the home.”

You don’t hear anything past background screening. What if they find out about Vixen? They won’t want to give you a child when they figure out how many people you’ve killed. What if they come for the home inspection and find your room of weapons? You’re not getting a kid.

“Okay,” you squeak out.

Steve notices your panic but decides not to say anything about it until you two leave the office building.

“What’s going on?”

“What if they find out about Vixen? The Winter Soldier? My time in Hydra?”

“They won’t--”

“What if they do?” you cut him off. “What if they don’t see me fit to be a mother? What about the guns and shit we have at the house? They’re not going to allow us to be parents with all that there.”

“Baby, you need to calm down. We’re going to do fine.”

His words go in through one ear and out the other. You hear him talk but you’re not listening to a word he’s saying. When you get home, you immediately head to the room with all your weapons and begin taking them off the wall. If you’re going to make this house suitable for a child, you have to make sure it’s safe for one.

“Y/N, it’s going to be fine.”

“No, it’s not. We live in a state where it’s illegal to carry outside your home. We aren’t even allowed to have this many weapons in the house.”

Steve knows you have to do this in order to make yourself feel better. He leaves you to box the weapons while he gets his phone out of his pocket. He calls Bucky, Sam, and Nat to come over because he thinks having them here is going to help you. He has always been the more level-headed one in the relationship which is why he’s being so calm about this. He has faith that everything is going to work out just fine.

“How long has she been like this?” Nat asks when she gets there.

“Since we left the social worker.” They know you and Steve have wanted a child for a while now. “Nothing I say matters.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Natasha says and walks into the room. “You doing okay?”

“No, I’m not. I have to get these weapons out of here. Can you keep them for a while?”

“Sure. You’re going to do just fine. If anyone deserves a kid, it’s you two.”

“No, it’s not okay. Amy is going to come in here and see all these weapons and she is not going to give us a child. This isn’t safe for one. Or she will know I’m Vixen and think wow, a mass murderer assassin doesn’t deserve a kid. Or she’ll know about Bucky, Thanos, and everything else we have done in our lives.”

“Would it help if we helped you?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Steve help clear out the room until it’s bare. This is the room you’re going to use for the nursery. You don’t have any supplies since you’re not sure when you’re going to be getting a kid, so you’ll keep it bare for now. Bucky and Nat take the weapons to hold onto until this whole thing blows over. Your house has a basement that you can put them into only until after the inspections are done.

On the day of the interview and home inspection, you have cookies baking in the oven to give the home a sweet smell. You have been cleaning all day to ease your worries. Steve is nervous as hell but less than you are.

“I think this is the tenth time you fluffed that pillow.”

“It has to be perfect.”

“It is. You are. It’s going to be fine.”

“I know. It’s going to be great,” you smile. Amy shows up on the dot, and you let her in eagerly. “Welcome to our home. It’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you. Wow, smells good in here.”

“I have cookies that just left the oven. Would you like one?”

“No, thank you. I have two more visits to do. Not to sound rude but I’d like to get started right away.”

“Of course.”

You two lead her to the living room and sit across from her. Steve reaches for your hand and pulls it into his lap.

“To start with, why don’t you two tell me what you two do for a living?”

“We are employed with Stark Industries,” Steve says. Happy sends money to every Avenger on behalf of Tony. You don’t need a job when your job is saving people who need it. Does she not know you two are Avengers? “We make about two hundred thousand each every year.”

“Do you enjoy your work?”

“We love it. I can’t see myself doing anything else.”

“What are some of your hobbies?” Amy asks you.

“I love to sew. I love making my own clothes. I actually made my own wedding dress. It brings me peace whenever it’s just me, a needle, and some fabric.”

“And you?” Amy asks Steve while writing in her notebook.

“I like to draw, sometimes. I’ve been practicing more these days. I like to fish. We have a cabin up north that we like to go to when the weather is nice.”

“Tell me about your marriage, and how your relationship is with your significant other.”

You look at Steve and smile lovingly at him.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. He has saved me in ways you can’t possibly imagine. He’s my best friend. Sure, we have our ups and downs, but there is nothing we can’t accomplish together.”

“She said it right,” Steve chuckles. “I love her with all of my being. Our marriage has been nothing but great for these past few years. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“That’s sweet,” Amy smiles and writes. “Tell me about your relationship with your parents.”

“Both our parents are dead. We don’t have any living relatives,” you answer.

“To get with the technical questions, why do you want to adopt?”

“I’ve mentioned this before but I’m sterile. I can’t have children on my own. I know Steve wants a family. This is the only way I know how to give it to him. We don’t want to do fostering or a surrogate. We feel like it’s more our style to adopt.”

“What she said,” Steve chuckles.

“If granted the opportunity to adopt, what are your hopes for your child?”

“That they’re a good person,” Steve answers. “That they’ll see someone who needs help and will want to do that for them. Who will love unconditionally.”

“Alright,” Amy writes. “This is everybody’s least favorite section. I’ve done your background checks.” Your heart drops. This is it. This is where she tells you that you can’t adopt. “Now my main concern is your work with Hydra. You are the Vixen.”

“Were,” you correct. “I’m not that person anymore. Yes, I have done a lot of bad things in my life. Things you can’t possibly imagine. That isn’t who I am now. I have healed from that part of me. I got help. I made amends. I got Hydra out of my head. I don’t associate myself with those people anymore.”

“What about Bucky?”

“Bucky is healed, as well,” Steve takes over. “He went to Wakanda and underwent the same thing she did. They’re both trying to move on from their past.”

“That’s all it is, Amy. It’s my past. It’s not my present and it sure as hell isn’t going to be my future.”

Amy goes through more routine questions before she gets ready for the house inspection. You tell her the plans you have for the empty room which will be the nursery. She doesn't say much but she does write a lot of stuff down.

“Thank you for coming,” you say when she is done.

“I’ll be touch.”

As soon as the front door is closed, your smile is lost.

“God, we’re not going to get a kid. Did you see the look on her face when she mentioned Vixen? She knows I’ve killed before. What person would want me to be a mother?”

Steve pulls you close and lets you vent. “We won’t know more for a while. Let’s just try and keep a calm head. Even if she says no, we can try other avenues. We will be parents. You’d be a loving mother.”

And wait you did. For two long weeks. You thought that was their way of telling you that you weren't going to have a kid. Until your phone rang and changed your entire life.

“Hello?” you answer frantically.

“Hi, Y/N? I have some news regarding your adoption application.” You and Steve wait with held breaths. “I am very happy to say you’ve been approved. I can’t wait to work with you.”

“We can get a kid?” you ask tearfully.

“That’s the first part of the process. We have sent in your application to mothers who are looking to put their children up for adoption. If and when they pick you, I will call with the next steps.”

“Thank you so much.” You cry when she hangs up. “We’re getting a kid.”

Steve pulls you in and kisses the top of your head emotionally. You have to wait for a birth mother to pick you so until then, you just have to wait. Most couples wait months or even years to get called, but you get a call from Amy only a couple of days later with a date set to meet a birth mother who chose your application among a few others. You’re nervous as hell because what if she doesn’t pick you? What if she hates you as soon as she meets you?

You get to the office where the meetings are held and wait for Amy and the birth mother to come. Her name is Jessica and she is too young to be having a kid. She is only twenty-three and she doesn't want kids at this age. Maybe when she is older but definitely not now.

Jessica walks in and seems to be about six months pregnant. She just came back from meeting a potential couple, so you straighten up and smooth down your skirt to make yourself look more presentable.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you two. My name is Jessica.”

“Y/N and this is my husband, Steve. Thank you for seeing us.”

“Yeah, I was intrigued when I read about your hobbies and your work with Stark Industries. Did you know Tony?”

“Uh, yeah.” You look at Steve and have a silent conversation through your eyes. If she is going to pick you, she should know exactly who you are. “I hope this doesn’t affect us negatively but he’s Captain America and I’m… Vixen.”

It takes Jessica all of five seconds before she starts crying. This is it. This is where she runs for the hills and gets you blacklisted from ever adopting a child.

“Captain America saved my life,” she sniffles. “I was visiting a friend in Sokovia when Ultron happened. You saved me.” She turns to Amy and wipes her eyes. “I don’t want to see anyone else.” She looks at you with a teary smile. “I can’t think of anyone better to care for my child than you two.”

“I’ll get the paperwork started,” Amy smiles and leaves the room.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You’re getting a kid. You’re getting a kid. You’re finally able to start your own family.

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