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t1ts-4-scattorcio · 7 months

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Hi I was the one who sent that nsfw Jackie thot and I have more thots but this time it's on Lottie.

Like imagine fucking Lottie with a strap in the locker rooms bathroom after a game that y'all lost so your just taking your frustrations out on Lottie as she takes it like a good girl as you have her pinned against the bathroom stall door with her mouth covered as the rest of the girls are in the locker room getting dressed then after taking your frustrations out on her you make sure to check if Lottie is okay and give her soft sweet kisses all over and praise her for being such a good girl for you.

This was longer than planned, I didn't really look over it again

The entire team worked so fucking hard to win the game, you worked so hard spending sleepless nights catching up on homework after practcing on the field dealing with extra drills coach forced you to do while Jackie kept pushing the entire team to be flawless.

You felt yourself slipping, Lottie could sense your building frustration watching you walk around with your head held down in the halls, isolating yourself unless you had to talk to someone. She hated seeing you slowly spiral, you’d snap at her when she tried to comfort you and your attitude did bother her until she saw how sick you looked. The dark purple bags under your eyes and how much weight you lost. She understood you didn’t mean any of it.

–

Lockers opening and closing/shutting filled the silence, you lost the game.

Everyone was so dejected even Jackie didn’t have anything to say. Plopping yourself down on the cold bench slumped over as tears filled your eyes, ‘how did this happen?’ you thought. You’ve never felt so disappointed and the team never lost this badly.

A hand lands on your shoulder, turn and meet Lottie’s gaze, her brown eyes softening. “Baby it’s ok” your heart rate spiked eyes darkening. Lottie regretted the words the minute they left her mouth.

It wasn’t fucking ok, you stand quickly gripping her wrist with bruising force and immediately pulling her into the stall locking it.

Finally your pent up feelings exploding on her.

She gasps “baby wha-!” you shove her against the door, shutting her up with searing kiss moving down slowly biting kisses on her neck. “Y/n what are you doing?” she sputtered, “just be my good girl… please.” glassy eyes meeting hers melancholy written all over your face. Lottie knew you needed a release so she relented feverishly kissing you back.

You stuck your leg between her thighs pushing up against her, she began rutting against you, her eyes eyes widening as she felt a large bulge move against her sex, a smug smirk laced your lips. You turn her over, her chest and cheek pressed against the door groaning until Tai and Van’s voices echoed into the empty bathroom. You pause whispering, “be quiet ok?” She nodded swiiftly desperately pushing back against you.

You whip the strap tucked in your pants, tugging her shorts down her legs and bucking into her against the wall giving her no time to adjust to your size. Your fingers quickly circle her clit feeling her slick drip down her thighs. “Take it, my pretty slut.” You rapidly slapping your hand over her mouth as Lottie’s cries began to raise covering her moans with your hand spit dribbling in your palm.

Shoving deep into her, your pace quickening loud whimpers leaving her throat. You knew she was close, her legs trembled while your hand graviated to her neck squeezing lightly, “come on, cum for me.” She fell undone white noise echoing in her ears gasping for air.

Your pace began to falter slowly coming to a standstill gently pulling out and turning her to face you. Lottie’s cheeks flushed pink, swollen lips panting for air you hold her in your arms pushing back stray pieces of hair while cupping her face. “Are you ok baby?”

“I feel amazing” she sighs a smile lacing her features. “Come over to my place, we can relax do whatever you want.”

Leaving soft pecks over her face pausing between words,“I Love you, my perfect, beautiful, girlfriend.” Planting one last kiss before walking out the stall her shaky legs following in your wake.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets imagine #yellowjackets blurbs #lottie matthews #lottie thoughts #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews imagine

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thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her · 6 months

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Yo so these are head-cannons from this thot a while ago.

Also the internet has come back, hopefully long term (never ever been this happy before), but enjoy for now xxx

*****

transmasc Van and Nat btw (I LOVE THEM!!!)

*****

Was definitely way too into it at the time to notice wtf you were doing.

Continues to not know about it until she goes on there later (Callie set her up on it, of which you did not know).

"Y/n……. What is this?" "Uhhhhhhh nothing, just a BeReal." "I can see that sweet thing, but who else is in it?"

You know you're fucked regardless of how you respond.

That's pretty much all I can think of honestly (I'm out here tryna keep yall fed, sorry).

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Again, was probably way too into it at the time to notice.

Then she looks over your shoulder later on, while you're sat together watching TV.

"Watcha got there, love, hmmm?" "Nothinggggg" "Nothing huh, well if it's nothing can I see it?" "Nooooooooo"

Somehow ends up getting her hands on it (definitely did not chase you around to try and grab your phone, and/or tickle you when you wouldn't give up). "Oh?"

Honestly kinda flustered at first (even though she probably has no idea how it works).

Then makes it her screensaver for like a week, until someone accidently picks up her phone.

Poor baby gets so scared that someone's seen it, and changes it back to a more PG photo of the two of you.

100% gets a lesbian spider sense and looks up JUST as you post it.

But doesn't say anything until way after, when she somehow gets her hands on it.

"Baby, I love you, but I swear to god, if people find that and use it as a reason to not elect me, I will be mad." "Oooooooooh, maybe I like it when you're mad 😏." "Y/NNNNN!!!"

You end up taking it down after a couple hours (idk if you can do that, I haven't used BeReal in ages), cause you don't wanna actually make her mad.

Again that's pretty much it, idk.

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This boy has no idea wtf BeReal is or how it works, but is definitely a little curious about it.

Honestly like extremely flustered by it when he finds it while looking on your phone for something (idk, like something you asked him to look at or grab from it).

"I'm not mad about it, it's actually kinda cool, but outta curiosity, how many people are gonna see that?" "I don't know." "Wha- how can you not- HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH?!"

Poor baby boy is very confused, but it's okay, he's cool with it.

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The most smug motherfucker on earth when he finds it.

But then again honestly doesn't really give much of a shit.

But also 100% screenshotted it and sent it from your phone to his and looks at it alllllllllllll the fucking time may of masturbated to it once or twice when you weren't there 🤫.

Definitely makes it his screensaver too like Lottie, but has no shame about it whatsoever.

Not really got much else to say other then that honestly, but they speak for themselves, baby boy Nat has no shame whatsoever.

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A little confused by it, like the whole sorta aspect of it, like "Why do people have to know everything about what people are doing?"

SAYS THE FUCKING STALKER/KIDNAPPER! anyways......

Defo hacks into your phone later on while you're asleep (cause that's just so much more fun then just taking it and unlocking it or whatever).

And also definitely stares at it for like an hour straight (that babygirl is such a freak and a perv, but it's okay, we love her for it).

Let's just say poor baby boy Caligula gets demoted to home screen, and then she changes it around, and he gets bumped back up to lock screen.

As much as Misty loves you, the photo, and just the whole aspect of the situation, she doesn't wanna loose her job for unprofessionalism.

*****

-Harlow

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fullmetal-the-last-alchemist · 5 years

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lost light issue #2 alternate universe hyjinks babey! let’s GO

ahh i love that cover!!!! also: why the fuck did rodimus put cyclonus in charge. why’d he have to do that to him

damn i love rewind, just immediately mouthing off to this giant one eye dude. hes so good

ok i just got smacked with a lot of new terms, what’s up

love how ALL the good idiots are being so rude to the functionists. love it

‘you TOOL’ dhgjskhd rodimus i love u

ahh the lesbians!! nice

conjunx endura?? she thinks drift and rodimus are married??? lmao

to be fair. they were definitely fucking in the teleporter. so.

ahh i love anode and lug..they are...so good. thank u so much

oh fucky that’s one of the mean decepticons isn’t it? ah dang

ew the functionists are so shitty. eugh.

hhhhhh i love cdrw so muchhhhh

ok gotta say. roller and terminus taking the biggest Ls here. they get saved and don’t die - yay! - and then immediately accidentally go to another universe and chained up. not yay!

aw rodimus.. im kind of sad but also laughing

djhskhdg ‘dad’s being a bummer, someone else come be chained to me!’

yeah what the fuck is the day of revelation. what’s up with that

ah. big primus. Big.

ok i love drift and ratchet so much. so much

‘prepare. confront. repel.’ im nervous to find out exactly what the fuck THAT means tbh

haha sorry if it wasn’t rain it was blood, that’s how this shit works

ah the AVL!!!! and THEY HAVE A REWIND GUY ON THEIR SIDE, FUCK YEAH

oh geez tailgate NO

‘miss fisticuffs!’ shdgkjsghHD THATS THE CUTEST THING EVER

tg: don’t hurt my FUCKING boyfriend or i’ll Murderize You

i love anode omg

ANODE NO

oh boy tailgate, buddy...what are u doing fam...

cyclonus boutta give his bf an Experience

oh geez ANODE NO

is the AVL dying dhgkjdshg

rodimus you..you’re not the brains. megatron is the brains AND the brawn - so is minumus. you’re just.. the thot. the beauty tbh. the sexy one who says dumb shit

terminus looks so proud of megs tearing out of those handcuffs im :’)

oh geez - cyclonus, and tailgate....

i’m already sad. that’s not gonna end well

ooh flashback for anode..wonder what that’s about

i like this new doctor dude! kaput, that’s a cute name

ah! lotty knows anode! oh boy!

another what? is swerve ok?

‘the lighthouse’ and the snowflake from issue #1?? hmmmmmm

REWIND TINY.......

ohh nice one cd - and hes gone. xoinks.

cyberutopia??? ohh boy what

and now it’s showtime, ah, hmm, okay

does that dude have the fucking matrix in his head??? what the fuck

ahh RUNG!!!!! RUNG

and we’re gonna find out what he’s for??? oooh

#tf mtmte #transformers #ruth reads mtmte #the purpose of the mystery stick..finally revealed....

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megabadbunny · 6 years

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For the DxR fic meme: Nine x Rose; 01 G ☯

(Nine x Rose, Jackie’s flat, midnight, Rose’s diary; from @doctorroseprompts )

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He knows he shouldn’t, and yet, here he is.

(But it’s not exactly his fault, is it? If she didn’t wanthim to see it, maybe she shouldn’t have left it lying around all public in theopen, conspicuous and winking at him and daring him to take a little peek,wriggling its (figurative) hips like a minx in red throwing a perfumed kissover one shoulder. Never mind the fact that it wasn’t lying around in public somuch as it was in her room, that it wasn’t in the open so much as it was tuckedunder her mattress.)

The Doctor glances around furtively, even though he knows noone will catch him in the act; the flat is empty of any other living thing,save for him and the dust motes colonizing the space beneath the rug. Rose andher oddity of a mum have whisked off somewhere or other (“a proper girls’night”, Jackie might’ve said, or might not have, as the Doctor might not havebeen listening) and Jack is goodness-knows-where with goodness-knows-whom, sothe Doctor figures he’s got a good few hours to himself before anyone returns.And he’s got to find some way to occupy himself, hasn’t he?

(Besides, it isn’t as if he went snooping specifically for it.More like, he snooped, and there it conveniently was. Also, he’s bored.)

Plunking himself down on her bed—not nearly as soft or plushas her TARDIS bed, he thinks with a smirk—the Doctor opens the book to thefirst page.

Dear dairy readsthe first line.

The Doctor chuckles. There is no date scrawled anywhere onthe page, but the scribbles and misspellings amidst very careful and deliberatestrokes tell the Doctor these words were written by someone who had only recentlylearned penmanship, and was determined to do it well.

Dear dairy

Hello how are you? Myname is Rose Marion Tyler. It is my brithday today I am 6 years old.

It’s almost impossible to imagine Rose ever being so young;far easier to picture her emerging fully-grown and stubborn-willed and jeopardy-friendlystraight from inception. But the Doctor tries, and in his mind’s eye he canalmost see her sitting on the bed—no, lying on it, stomach-down, her sock-cladfeet kicking idly in the air. Her hair, unbleached and light brown, would be pulledback into a ponytail, held in place by one of those what d’you-call-it’s. A scrunchie. Her head would bend down inconcentration over the diary as she clutched her pen tightly in her small fist.The Doctor imagines the pen to be pink, glittery, one of those gel-things, hopelesslyand wonderfully childish and girly, and his grin broadens.

Mummy and me had aparty in the park and Lottie and Fred cud not come but Shireen was there andMickey to and his gran and my grandad Prentis. Grandad brung cake from thestore it has had a heart drawed on and my name and there were candels.We had ice cream to. And I had prezents there was a barby and shoes and a newbell for my bike…

The list continues and the Doctor rolls his eyes fondly.Clearly, six-year-old Rose had decided to commit only the most pertinent ofdetails to memory. He flips through perhaps the first quarter of the diary, pausingat a mention of Mickey here, a drawing of a flower there, and watches as Rose’shandwriting grows more confident, her entries more substantial. Her diary is amicrocosm of her adventures with mates, days at school, developing crushes, thelikeability of some of Jackie’s boyfriends and the caddishness of others. Atrandom, the Doctor slips a finger between the pages and opens the diarymid-entry, perhaps a year or two along its timeline.

and it felt awful butI didnt say anything bc he was right I dont have a dad but Keisha got angry andtold him to butt out and mind his own business. So then Nick laughed and madefun of Keisha bout her mum and I thot Keisha might cry so I punched Nick in thenose and it bled and the head teacher says I cant come back to school for aweek. Mum says Im in trouble but she didnt stop granddad from buying me a 99 onthe way home and she said next time do a slap its easier on the nuckles.

The Doctor can just picture Rose, eight years old, eyesflashing and stance wide as she bloodies some little twerp’s nose with herfist. Now that—that is a Rose he has no trouble imagining. Laughing, the Doctorshakes his head and flips to a later entry.

8 Nov 1996

Dear diary,

We went to go see Dad yesterday.

The Doctor pauses, hesitates. He knows what the words mean—they’refigurative, not literal, because it would be another eleven years before Rose sawany more of Pete Tyler than old photos and a grave—but the memory of the daynine years earlier still sends a shiver down his spine, clenches something inhis gut in a guilty-sick feeling he can’t quite explain.

Mum told me the storyagain. She seemed all right definitely better than the last time. I think thephotos help. Granddad came to and I don’t think he rly liked Dad very much buthe was nice about him today nicer than on other days. Afterwards Mum went todrop me off with Mickey but he said she needed me so I went on home and she seemeda little happier but she still cried a bit.

The Doctor wrinkles his nose. Something about Mickey theIdiot doing a good turn makes him grumpy. Who does that idiot think he is,anyway?

We had tea and fellasleep in front of the telly. I wanted to make her dinner but there was nothingin and I couldnt find anything in her purse so I went down to Ms Nodd’s bc she’sout seeing her grandson and I got the spare key from under her flower pot and Ilooked in her bedroom and found a few pounds and took them. I bought Mum aChinese from her favourite place and she didnt ask where I got the money so I didnttell her. I dont think Ms Nodd would know it was me that took it but I stillfeel bad I just didnt know what else to do. Ill pay her back when I get somemoney for my bday.

Nice old bird, that Ms Nodd. Much nicer than some of theother tenants on the Estate, with her blue-tinged hair and cheerful smile andwithered old hands that freely distribute home-baked biscuits to errant TimeLords who just happen to be handy with a squeaky front door. The Doctor makes amental note to liberate an ATM of a couple hundred-pound-notes at his earliestopportunity and slip them into her flat.

He reads a few more pages—comfortably silly stuff, all ofit, more crushes and rants about school and discussions of celebrities andfashion and Rose’s favorite things on telly—until his fingers land on an oddlybrittle page, warped in places, buckling. Several of the words are nearlyimpossible to discern, smudged as they are, and it takes the Doctorapproximately .003 seconds to identify the water marks as tears.

(There’s no dear diaryhere, no date. The words simply begin, as if writing anything more than theabsolutely necessary would take too much energy. Like it would hurt too much.)

Granddad’s gone.

The Doctor sighs, and his hearts each break a little foryoung Rose, curled up in her bed and crying bitter tears into her pillow. Tenyears old is far too young to experience the cruelty of such a loss. But it isn’tas if it gets any easier at any other age. The Doctor knows that to be painfullytrue.

Had a heart attack.Doctors said he went in his sleep and didn’t feel anything. I hope that’s true.Mum said he’s with the angels now but that’s stupid. The angels don’t need him wedo. I already miss him.

Mum can’t stop crying.I wish Dad was here.

And there’s that feeling again in the Doctor’s gut, thesquirmy-sicky one. Almost as if his stomach knows he shouldn’t be doing this,like his body is punishing him. It was all well and good reading about the funfrivolities of a carefree primary-schooler, but this sort of thing—this issomething else. Something deep and personal, a compound fracture of emptinessand hurt. The Doctor knows should stop reading now. He really should.

(He doesn’t.)

It takes a few weeks for the mentions of Granddad Prentice tostart fading, but eventually, they do, fading away to be gradually replaced bythe normality of everyday life. Sometimes months pass between diary-entries;other times, years. The Doctor smiles as he glances over recountings of schooldays and formals and skipping classes, of Jackie’s eccentric cluster of boyfriends,of fights with friends and happy makings-up after, of holidays and gossip andhopes for the future. The day Rose and Shireen fall out over a boy is marked byan obscene amount of swearing and words crossed-out and pencil-punctures dugdeep into the page; the day Mickey asks Rose to be his girlfriend is noted withexclamation points and a lipgloss-kiss.

The day Rose meets Jimmy Stone is noted with a single heartthat simply reads Mrs Rose Stone.

Grimacing at the words, the Doctor forces himself to presson.

OMG met this bloke Jimmyyesterday n he was soooo fit reads the next entry. Shireen and Keisha and me went down the pub and he was playing in theband and I thot he fancied Keisha at first but after he asked for my number ♡ ♡ ♡I kno it doesn’t mean nothing so I didn’ttell Mickey cos no point in him worrying and he gets so jealous anyway lol

Awww, poor jealous ickle Mickey, thinks the Doctor. He snortsderisively. Human beings—so quick to such petty reactions. He’s very glad hedoesn’t have to worry about silly things like that.

Still, it’s a little surprising when, just a few pages later,things have already progressed by leaps and bounds. Jimmy kissed me! leaps out from the page, followed by things like Mickey and me had a fight and Snuck out to hear Jimmy play downtownand Went to the cinema with Jimmy and he puthis hand up my sk

Hearts hammering, the Doctor flips past that page before hiskeen eyes have a chance to read any further. For some reason, the thought ofJimmy putting his hand up anything of Rose’s—indeed, of Jimmy or some otherfool even thinking about touching her, anywhere, with anything—makes him burn abit under the collar. Unpleasant, that. Maybe he’d better take a look at Jackie’sthermostat, make sure it’s doing its job, because it certainly doesn’t feellike it.

(Still, he skips the several pages that follow, just to besafe.)

said if Iwalked out that door I’d better not walk back in and you know what screw her.She’s wasted her whole life crying about Dad and never doing anything withherself and never doing anything for me. I hate her I would rather die then belike her

Eyes widening in surprise, the Doctor quickly scans over thenext few pages, his concern deepening by the second.

love Jimmy andno one can tell me any different and if Mum really knew what love was then she’dunderstand

Im so glad I’mwith him now he gets me like no one else ever has or ever will, ♡ him forever

didnt want totake my a-levels anyway not like it means anything out in the real world

moving into aflat together next week can’t wait ♡♡♡

and I love himbut I wish he’d get a job cos the gigs don’t make enough n I can’t covereverything on my own

came home drunkagain last night n wouldnt tell me where he’d been

told me I’dbetter cough up the rest of the rent by next weekend or else he would

And then, nothing.

The Doctor frowns. Whatever he would do is left unexplained, torn away along with a wholecluster of pages in the diary, leaving a ragged little scar behind where wordsand feelings used to sit. The Doctor runs a finger along the page-stumps leftin the spine, and wonders.

What could have happened that was so bad that even the memoryof it had to be ripped away?

The next entry picks up a few weeks later. It does notmention Jimmy. Instead, the page displays only a handful of lonely words:

He wasright. I’m so stupid.

It takes a moment for the Doctor to realize that the diaryis shaking in his hands. But that’s only because he’s gripping it so tightlyhis knuckles are glowing bright white in an attempt to jump out of his skin. Andsuddenly he’s glad, in quite a perverse way, that he has witnessed thedestruction of the Reapers firsthand, because otherwise the temptation to pilotthe TARDIS back in time to ensure that Jimmy Stone never hurt Rose—that henever so much as existed, never so much as blighted this planet with even asingle vile breath—would be so strong that he’s not entirely sure he’d be ableto stop himself.

Forcing himself to calm, the Doctor skips forward, hopefullyto an entry that won’t cause hisblood to boil angrily in his ears. Now phrases like moved back in with Mum today and applied at Henriks greet his eyes, and he feels the muscles in hisshoulders begin to relax.

and a sweet ginger boy’sstarted coming round, Mum named him Jonesy

but the new job’s notso bad

going out to the clubswith Shireen

Mickey stopped by withflowers today and it was like nothing had ever gone wrong

anyway we’re datingagain

nothing’ll come of itbut some blokes won in Bristol last week so who knows, maybe we’ll win a littlesomething n I could get Mum something nice

a little boring Iguess but prolly about the best I can expect for now

So my job blew uptoday???

Now a grin spreads across the Doctor’s face, lighting it upfrom ear-to-ear. Finally. Took longenough to get here. Now for the reallygood stuff.

Fingers tingling in anticipation, he turns the page.

Nothing.

The Doctor flips through the remaining pages, hunting forsomething, anything, but nothing buta sea of white greets his eyes, winking up at him obnoxiously without so muchas a single date or scribble or scrawl to capture his attention. The rest ofthe diary is completely, utterly blank.

Huffing in irritation, the Doctor sits back, flipping thebook closed with a scowl. It makes a certain sense, he supposes, but still.Really? She’ll write about ice cream and Barbies and school gossip and Mickeythe Idiot but no mention of the TARDIS, no asides about traveling through timeand space, no discussion of Dickens or Slitheen or bitchy trampolines or 900year-old Time Lords taking her by the hand to show her anything her littleheart could ever possibly—

CLANG.

“I just found it!” blurts out the Doctor without eventhinking, pushing off the bed and whirling round to face Rose’s open bedroomdoorway. But no one stands there; indeed, if his superior hearing is anythingto go by (and it usually is), there’s no one within several meters of him, certainlyno one in the flat. And the continuing ding-dang-dongbell’s sound, ringing at twelve lazy but significant intervals, informs himthat his nervousness was for naught—it’s just Jackie’s old grandfather clock,noisily (and unnecessarily, the Doctor thinks with a grump) proclaiming thetime.

It’s midnight. Probably Rose and Jackie will be home soon. Andprobably he shouldn’t let them know he was nosing through Rose’s diary.

(Even if it wasn’t his fault, seeing as they left him aloneand bored and unoccupied in the flat, and even if he didn’t find what he waslooking for—even if he’s not entirely certain what that was.)

As he slips the diary back into its hiding-place beneathRose’s mattress, it occurs to him that there are any number of reasons Rosemight not be writing things in a diary any more—she forgot it at home, or she’stoo tired after their adventures, or too distracted, or maybe she’s even got anew one aboard the TARDIS, hidden somewhere equally silly. But there’s anotheroption too, he realizes; that she’s simply too happy to see the need forwriting things down, that she is too busy living her memories to think of takingthe time to document them. The thought warms him, contentment blooming in hischest, and he leaves Rose’s room with a smile, closing the door behind him.

(He still checks her room on the TARDIS just in case.)

***

part ii

#ficandchips #nine x rose #ninerose #ninexrose #nine/rose #prompt fill #thanks for the prompt dear!#<3 <3 <3

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