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anantaru · 4 months

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overprotective ex!boyfriend aventurine??? <3

cw. [ex]plicit, rough sex, toxic relationship (you cannot keep a distance from each other!!!), he's obsessed with you, ex! boyfriend au, fem! reader

let's get one thing straight out of the way.

aventurine and you were not broken up. it was merely a skimpy, little break— not worth bothering about.

at least that's how he saw it, and aventurine couldn't believe that this pointless pause was turning from a couple days to multiple weeks. precisely how you give off the idea of wanting to move on? live life but not with him in the picture?

without reserve, it turned him insane.

although luckily enough, aventurine had no plans of letting you go.

he wanted your relationship to go on forever, because you see, aventurine doesn't just love you, that certainly wasn't enough— he was undoubtedly obsessed with you, and the more you two were apart from one another, the more you craved each other.

or at least the physical aspect of it.

you cannot help it, and you know it's wrong— but there was only one person who knew your body from inside and out, who would reach for the stars in the sky in order to make you happy. aventurine wasn't the easiest person to get along with, sure, but that didn't mean you could just forget about him, not when you were still very much in love with him too.

to a higher standard, you do realize you were important to him, right? he's a little fucked up in the head and sometimes seems like he's lost his mind, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how love was supposed to feel like.

you showed him how it looked like, yes, how it felt, of course, how it moved and tasted.

at this point, you were really using each other for selfish reasons, acting like two dirty liars with two different goals.

aventurine was angel alike, calming to ones gaze— hypnotizing eyes that swerve tremors through your veins when he fixes you underneath his famished glare, or his cheeky grin that spread wide and sharpened on instinct when he catches you stare.

when it comes to the hold he had on your body, you are done for, sensed the magic-like pull resembling that of a moth to a fire, igniting your deepest desires.

"i knew you'd come back to me, sweetheart," aventurine's sugarcoated, and a little eerie whispers leisurely trickle from the tip of his tongue before running a cold shiver down your spine, "because you see baby, you always do."

"nothing can break us apart, isn't that correct?"

his thrusts were usually on the stronger side, but they held on to calculated movements of his hips trapping yours against the mattress.

his grinds and sensual thrusts ripple through your opening, rutting back and forth your sopping walls, truly restlessly, his raw skin connecting and hungrily soaking up your filthy juices.

your blistering hot cunt was designed to turn him into a mess, one that cannot get enough of you— aventurine gets drunk on the feeling of your pussy suffocating his shaft, and he's making you look at him through a doe-eyed expression when his tongue darts past his mouth to lick across your bottom lip, listlessly pulling angelic noises from you.

aventurine doesn't make love to you, such phraseology enunciated boredom to him personally.

at the same time, he fucked you with meaning— until the bed rocks violently back and forth and scratches the wooden floor as he reminds you on whom your body belonged to.

it's euphoric, salacious and wicked in the way how your snug, constricted cunt shivered around his hefty girth, his tip embedding a touch of feathers once and away your golden spots until you were crying out his darling name.

he drags further into your creamy cunt until you clench a bit, resulting in his thrusts stuttering through one, big snap forward and fuck, it's just so long, covering every spot on your walls without much thought.

and yeah, that's right, aventurine was not only confident in his skills but moved his shaft as precisely as you liked.

although now, his hips were suddenly turning slow and ponderous— you already know that he did it on purpose, probably to taunt and make you beg for him, or perhaps so he could slant forward and hypnotize your eyes with his own, buzzing gaze.

your legs were tensing hard around his waist as he angles his hips just right, setting off sparks behind your eyes when he pushes down on your bristling pussy— how magical and full you felt, it turned your brain overstimulated to the point where no left over energy in your body was able to even focus on the aftermath.

the moments that follow next, the consequences of fucking your ex boyfriend, merely days after your problematic break-up.

but that's what you wanted, right? it's what your body craves when you look at him through soused lashes, sticky mascara smeared over your eyes as his warm heaves ghost along your wet lips.

a big, twisted smirk on his face finalized this situation, your mind spiraling into the humid air upon witnessing it.

right then and there, it feels like there weren't any problems— only aventurine and you, grinding your bodies together with your heart rattling against your chest when he thrusts all the way inside of you until his balls hit your ass, his erection delving all the way forward.

how indescribably strange love was.

it can be destructive, but at the same time, it can pump the adrenaline and make your heart beat rapidly.

that was something no science could explain, honestly, an all-consuming emotion, engulfing your body and mind.

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kentosbabes · 9 months

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Nepo baby Gojo

Smutty af (mdi)

You’ve been working with Gojo’s father for about a year and a half without meeting the infamous son. He goes through women and money faster than the companies stock rises. But his father has pushed him into a role at the company to learn the ropes before he passes to keep the business in the family.

The annual gala is announced and his father mentions that you both should go together since you don’t have dates yet. You awkwardly nod, trying desperately not to make eye contact with him. The meeting ends relatively quickly and start to make your way out of the room only to be stoped by the infamous man himself.

“So I’ll pick you up at 6 sharp? Do you know what you’re wearing yet?” You feel affronted, he hasn’t even asked if you were saying yes to him, he just assumed you would go with him.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “I’ll text you my address and I’m going to wear black.”

He nods his head and nonchalantly says, “well that’s hot.” You feel mortified. You warm up with a little embarrassment as everyone is looking at you and him and quickly speed walk make your way to your office.

You don’t really get dressed up, it’s not that you dress frumpy, but you wear suits and blouses instead of pretty dresses. You don’t really get the chance to wear makeup and go out as much because the job is time consuming. You just felt a little nervous about getting all dolled up for this event because massive shareholders are going to be there and you need to put you best foot forward if you want a job the following day.

The day finishes and you leave a little early to pick up your dress, you say goodbye to the rest of the staff and head out. Gojo making a quip about needing extra time to get prettier. Gojo was a dick. There’s no sugarcoating it. He’s just a dick, but what can you do about any of that? You’re just an employee of his father.

You pick up the dress and dinner on the way to your house which was a short distance, swiping through Pinterest to think of a makeup look to match the dramatic dress and heels you bought. Too late to be a pussy!

You get ready to Megan and Bey, humming to the beat and moving your hips around while applying lipliner. You finally are done and wait for him, music still playing while you respond to emails, no rest for the wicked.

The music only getting more explicit the further down you go on your Spotify playlist. Finally, you hear a knock on the door and you open up the door. “Wow.” Gojo says, and nothing else. You look him up and down, god if he wasn’t your bosses bratty man-child you would’ve fucked him already. To be fair you probably look like you are, what with your eyes undressing him and all.

He snaps out of it earlier than you, “like what you see?” He says leeringly. Yes lord, “ugh, no.” You look him over, and nod.

Going over to pause your music and turning off the light, “So,” the man had a permanent smirk on his face, “imma be your freak anytime or place?” Referencing the music playing, you shut it off.

“It’s Megan. Problem?”

He sighed, “nope, ready when you are.”

You roll your eyes and step out, locking the door behind him. He opened the door up for you, ignoring the cautionary butterflies in in your stomach. “Do that often for your girlfriends?”

“Why jealous?”

You tut, an unfamiliar angry or something else started coil in your lower stomach.

He opened the door for you and his car was expensive to say the least. A black Benz that smells like Dior and money. Art deco by Lana was playing at a low volume. He smiled, “impressed?”

Your upper lip quirked a little, “just get on with it.” He drives off and you get there on time. It was beautiful, the lights decorating the ballroom were opulent.

Immediately getting called over by your colleagues to look over a contract that’s being signed tonight. You look up at him somewhat apoplectically, “sorry!”

As you mingled with the crowd, you found yourself talking to a charming man, he tells you that he’s a shareholder. Your conversation flowed effortlessly, and you couldn’t tell if he was flirting with you or you were delusional or horny.

Gojo, the man you had gone to the gala with, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He didn’t feel upset at you leaving him to talk shop with your colleagues but something about this was different. He felt sidelined.

He came up with a drink in his hand for you, “So, Eric huh?” He paused to look at you, “him of all people? You could stand to do better.”

You could stand to do better? How dare he, he had no place in your life. The atmosphere between you guys became tense as Gojo struggled to hide his unease.

"What, are you jealous?" You tilts your head and gaze at him with wide innocent eyes as you echoes his words from the car. "Do you wish it had been you?"

Gojo takes a very slow, purposeful inhale through his nose, before mirroring your head tilt with a challenging grin. "At least I could make you come, princess. You think he would even be able to find your little clit? He'd probably last two pumps and then cry into your shoulder about how much he loves you."

“Oh yeah, like you can do better.” you don’t know where this confidence is coming from and you know he’ll do anything to prove a point. You roll your eyes and look out the window, knees facing the door.

“I’ll show you.” He grits, manhandling your thighs to face him, “my house or yours?”

You look up at him through your furrowed brows and whisper, “this is a bad idea.”

“Did I ask if it was a bad idea or whose house I’m fucking you at?”

You roll your eyes. “Yours.”

“Roll your eyes again I’ll fuck you so hard they’ll be permanently up there.”

He leads you into his lavish apartment kissing you and whispering promises of what he’ll do you. The familiar coil is back in your lower tummy. He tells you to take off your clothes, biting your lower lip as he mutters sweet nothings about how delicious you’ll look on his cock.

Kissing his way down your neck, you felt his hand fiddling with the zip of your black dress and before you knew it, he was tugging it down your thighs, pulling your black seamless thong down with them as he went. He brings you over to the end of his bed and worked a finger in. Pumping in and out rhythmically, you start lifting your hips to thrust with his movements but he pulls you back down.

You tilted your head back and moaned, clamping your eyes shut. If you opened them, you would face his infuriating smirk.

“Good?” Gojo teased, dragging his finger against your walls as he moved in and out.

You gasp into his mouth, unconsciously raising your leg up to wrap around his waist as he supports you with his arm, your fingernails clawing at his shoulders as you feel yourself reach your high.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so close. Don’t—Don’t stop.” You felt dizzy; the pleasure seemingly unreal, but the solid feel of his hair in your hands grounded you.

He shuts you up as you watch him lick your release, not sparing a single drop. Once he licks his fingers dry, his hand pressing you back down onto his bed, but he did not stop.

His voice was ragged, “what do you need from me?”

“Please. I-“

He stopped moving, “use your words darling.”

“I need you,” you plead, “now.”

He pulled her down onto his hard cock until she was filled up. He slammed into you from behind, holding your hips with his large hands hard enough to promise bruising in the morning.

The slightly change in the angle he was entering you made your toes curl in pleasure, and a desperate cry left your lips when he hit a different spot inside of you, making your whole body tremble in complete bliss.

Instead of kissing you again, though, he shoved two large fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them like you would his cock. “Who do you think is better?” He gritted.

“Youyouyouyouyouyou- please, just you. God only you.” Incoherently babbling with tears streaming down your face.

“You know I like hearing you,” Gojo murmured, and you shakily nodded. You rose up again and sank back down, the muscles of his stomach clenching, another moan escaping through your slack lips.

His dick twitched. You could feel the mounting pressure building inside of you. Throwing your hips against his and felt his dick pressing against your cervix.

He bit into your shoulder as he came inside of you, drawing just enough blood to make him moan into your back as his hands swept up your stomach towards your tits. Another circle of his thumb, and your back arches with a deep moan, squeezing him so tight his own climax closely follows.

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loadedberetta · 5 months

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Berry baby🖤

I hope you're doing well and *remembering* to hydrate.

I was just talking with a friend and i find i slip into other languages expressions while I'm speaking or even typing - I'm a polyglot (I know a good few languages) including South African Sign Language. It certainly takes alot of people by surprise since it's not something I go around speaking about.

How would TF141 + Alex Kelle react with this given they never were explicitly told about this skillet before hand?

I hope you enjoy your festive season and find yourself surrounded by the most peace and happiness Love🥀

hi lovie!! (sipping on magnesium water as we speak!)

having dipped my toes in language learning too, I bow to you, polyglot friend~ holidays are hard, thank you for the encouragement, same goes to you! decided to turn them into drabbles, it was much fun, thank you for the req! alright, here is (my first req stuff ever)

141 + Alex react to: polyglot Reader

rating: M (language, light flirting?)

warnings: smoking, interrogation [military inaccuracies]

[series with random headcanons about specific situations (involving the reader) and how CoD characters would react to them; mostly the 141, but Alejandro and Rudy, Laswell, Farah, König, and others will make appearances too]

other parts: [tattoo] [pregnancy] [knife tricks] [drawing] [foreign language]

find me on ao3 // masterlist

Price

A small note was attached to your file that Price seems to have overlooked in the year and a half since you were under his command; in Laswell's handwriting, which John knew already from the countless similar notes she left for him throughout the years. Yet, this one stood out; sign language? And how many languages again? He made a mental note to ask you over grub the next day.

Breakfast was always fast; after first drill, but before the day really began. And always with your mates, switching languages with ease to accommodate new members and brothers passing through, just on transfer at the base.

Price always ate at a separate table, always. Sometimes alone, sometimes with some higher-ups. But this morning, he sat by your table, which opened up a seat for him. Everyone's body language shifted to accommodate him among you. He didn't speak, and the conversation between you and a temporary transfer settled back into a comfortable flow. His ears perked up to each sound he didn't seem to have heard from you, as they weren't part of the English phonemic system.

He himself muddled in French and some Arabic and harboured a basic understanding of Spanish since his time in Mexico, but your confidence and knowledge shone through the effortless speech. You and your speaking partner seemed to share a lighthearted conversation in a language he could only guess.

Soon, you let yourself notice his glances in your direction, often settling on your lips for short moments. Smiling to yourself, you finished your coffee as your deskmate excused themselves from the table, having emptied their tray.

Instead of turning to another group being taught foreign swearwords by a new recruit (to which you had to resist the urge to share your favourites), you lifted your gaze to meet Price's.

"Enjoying yourself, Captain?"

He chuckled, raspy.

"How did this never come up?" He asked without much sugarcoating.

"What exactly?" You chuckled.

"That you know about a dozen languages, including… South African Sign Language?"

A small smirk formed on your lips, proud of the recognition and attention to detail.

"I don't go around flaunting it." You stated plainly. "It's not even on my file, it's… just something I do, as a person; it's not for the military or anything."

"Hm." That was all he replied to that. "-but…"

"Yes?"

"Could be useful."

You could see he was pondering something.

"What if I told you I have a spot for you on officer training, hm? They're looking for… intelligence."

Ghost

( I cannot resist using this gif--)

Finding yourself behind a counter, taking orders from businessmen, assistants, and university students; not exactly how you imagined life in the big city. It was a second job of sorts, only part-time, as you couldn't squeeze in anything else besides the academy.

It was a busy morning, your shift covering the entirety of it before classes began that day. The line was only growing, and the other shiftie beside you was struggling; some foreigners complained about their order, and another pair of customers speaking a third language just rolled up to him, totally overwhelming him. Calling out a name for an order, you waved to the next in line (a sweet old immigrant lady, with whom only you could chat out of the whole team, easily overstepping the language barrier), and told her to just hang on for a moment.

You addressed the complaining couple in a well-mannered way, quickly sorted out their issue with a complimentary muffin and a cookie, and switched languages with ease, freeing your shiftie partner from the agony that was speaking any other language than English for him.

The rush died down just the slightest after a few more hectic minutes, and the shiftie went for a break when you noticed a familiar figure standing by the counter as you turned back with another order.

He gave your unit a few lessons this semester and remarked on your capabilities in strategy and urban warfare. You remembered him, and it seemed like he did too.

The usual balaclava he wore when instructing was replaced by just a black cloth mask hooked behind his ears, revealing a few more details about his face than you'd seen before.

"Sir." You addressed him, conveying you respected the civil setting, yet communicating your respect toward him considering your short but memorable history. "What can I get you?"

"Didn't know you were fluent in that many languages." He remarked after describing his simple order, making your cheeks heat up at a moment's notice.

"It's nothing, really…" You tried brushing his words off with words that came out shakier than you meant to sound.

"How many do you speak?" He asked with a small tilt of his head.

His eyes widened for a moment at your answer. "…and South African Sign Language."

A chuckle, something you'd never heard from before stuck in your ear for a good few seconds, drowned out by the milk frother.

"I don't do lesson plans, you know?"

"What?" You lightly shivered with excitement at the fact how interested he seemed in your knowledge.

"Would you mind, you know… Doing a lesson? Sign language is a valuable asset. I can give you some time next Friday."

"I…" You stuttered a bit at his proposition.

"Nothin' fancy, don't worry, darling. Just some basics."

"Alright…" You found yourself saying after a moment when the light ringing in your ears faded.

"Maybe even tell your story… I'd be interested for sure."

And with that, he grabbed his coffee from your hand, putting some coin on the counter with the other, and was out the door before you could say anything else.

Alex

He didn't talk. Not to ULF soldiers, and bravely (maybe stupidly) not even to Alex. Farah's request for you to get to the scene was… interesting. She stated her presence was required in another part of the country, and in her encrypted message, she explicitly voiced how your assistance might help ULF break the man.

So you came. Alex greeted you on the airstrip with a smile and a hug, his frame towering over yours.

"Alex, a pleasure to see you." You smirked as the two of you walked back to the nearest building.

"Can only say the same." His tone was warm and welcoming, a staple to him. "You hoping to crack our guy?" He asked you directly about the matter at hand. The small carrier that brought you here whirred into the air in the distance.

"Exactly."

"And how's that gonna go? We haven't even gotten a word out of him, let alone information."

"That's why I'm here now."

"The stage is yours." He opened the door of the large building to you and ushered you inside.

A few hours later, he stood by your side, as you tried to find a crack on the prisoner's tough shell. After many unsuccessful attempts, the tired captive let his head fall, a small curse leaving his lips. Your ears perked, and Alex could only watch the scene unfold in front of him.

In a language he only heard on the TV before maybe once, you asked the prisoner something, to which he immediately lifted his head in confusion. Pressing on, you visibly exerted yourself to gather as much as you could on the man before he would shut down again.

After a few exerting rounds of questions, you stood up abruptly, and nodded for Alex to come with you. Closing the door to the room, you turned to him, but he spoke up faster than you did.

"What is and where." He crossed his arms and awaited your answer with a bite to his lip.

"I don't know yet, but he talked about a car rigged with charges, but he's going to shut down soon, fuck…" You clicked your tongue, exhausted from the rusty pieces of knowledge forced to work in your brain at high speed.

"Hold on… He had a detonator on him when we apprehended him… Are you sure it's a car?" He backed away, looking as if he was about to bolt somewhere.

"White, small, local model." You shouted after him as he disappeared down the corridor.

You stepped back into the room and closed the door behind yourself.

A day later, you were there as Alex switched the trigger, and the car about a mile away from your position, deep in the desert blew to pieces as the two of you watched.

"How the hell did you know from a damn single word?"

"It's a local dialect, where I happened to have stayed for a while, it's not important…" You dismissed the seemingly unimportant detail with a wave of your hand.

"So we just happened to luck out on this one?" He chuckled and turned to you.

"Well, I could have tried about half a dozen more languages, but hey, if this one worked…?" You looked up at him, a small smile tugging the corner of your lips up.

"And Farah knew this?"

"Her hunches are never wrong." You shrugged.

"Yeah… You're right about that."

Gaz

You and Kyle bonded during selection. Both of you were younger than most of the cadets, and yet, somehow competed for top scores. It wasn't even a test of endurance, it was a test of who could beat the other. DS were amused by how easily you passed hurdles, just to be better than the other one, paying no attention to other competition.

And after that, the two of you became inseparable. Like people who'd known the other since childhood or had been good neighbours for years. Phone calls when oceans separated the two of you were very common, and sometimes you found eachother in inopportune situations; yet these calls only strengthened your friendship. Keeping each other company, and slowly growing to know more and more about the other.

It was a spur-of-the-moment trip, catching the first plane when you finally got your leave. A country you've only seen in books so far, but a language you'd already mastered.

Kyle called you when you were out on the first morning, trying to fetch food from a market.

"Good morning, Kyle." Your chin was visible in the frame of the phone, and the blue sky above you.

"Morning yourself, except it's the middle of the afternoon. Where are you?" He asked in a surprised tone, his face coming closer to the phone, trying to discern some landmarks around you, to no avail.

"In a market. Got on a plane yesterday, and--" You quipped, looking down at Kyle, who was visibly confused about your whereabouts.

"Jesus wept, bug, you're insane…" He shook his head, almost missing as you started haggling, faint voices breaking through the line.

He quieted down and leaned forward on his couch to listen. For a good minute, he couldn't understand a word you were saying, only listening to your voice flow, lips dancing in unique patterns. Soon, you held your quarry up to the camera, something bundled in white wax paper.

You sat down and finally positioned your phone to show your face and upper body, and a bit of the busy scenery behind you.

"You're a wizard, you know that?" He laughed and lounged back again.

"A party trick if you will. I know a few more." You shrugged, and bit into your breakfast.

"Few more?" Kyle repeated, chuckling in disbelief. "What else, like, sign language?"

"Actually…" You laughed, somewhere in the background a bell tolled distantly.

"No fucking way." Kyle licked his upper lip and looked away. "I thought I knew ya."

"There's always more to know, friend."

Soap

Sharing a room with Soap was… an experience. He was a sound sleeper, not causing much fuss at night, so you were content in that regard. The other departments, however, not much.

He was unruly, to say the least, and it took some time to get accustomed to his schedule. One of you being a morning shower type in opposition to the other being a night shower person caused some friction in the beginning, but like everything else, it settled after a while. After all, this was supposed to last only the three months the unit was stationed at this base.

You hadn't known eachother that well before, but that changed at around the one-month mark.

Having been given a few hours of phone time by Price days before for this afternoon, you set up to call your best friend, a few thousand miles setting the two of you apart. You haven't talked in way too long, and before you knew it, you'd already spent an hour talking and laughing over Facetime, phone propped against the metal grate by the foot of the bottom bunk, you sitting on the mattress.

You acknowledged Soap coming in a few times for his notebook, cigs, or to grab his coat from the back of the chair, but didn't pay it much attention, being so absorbed in the conversation with your favourite human on the other end of the line, confined to the little screen by the foot of your bed.

It was already dark outside, when Soap burst into the room, and put his finger to his lips, signalling you to be silent.

Looking down at your best friend "I need to be silent. Wait a bit."

To which they replied with an "Okay, I'll wait."

Soap flicked the light off, and a few moments later, a few people passed the room; you could hear the footsteps.

"Random inspection." He whispered as he climbed up into his bunk, trying to remain silent.

Praying your room wouldn't be chosen, as you were still in uniform instead of nightwear, you settled on your mattress too. An idea flashed through your head, and turning the brightness on your screen to high, you continued your conversation over Facetime in silence, your best friend quickly catching on to what happened, as you explained the situation in sign by the dim light.

A few minutes later, Soap climbed down from the bunk and switched the light on.

"Gaz texted, they moved on to the next building… what are ya up tae?"

He looked back at you, as you caught his glance too while signing.

"Sign. South African Sign Language. I'm talking to someone."

"Right…" He chuckled bemused, and headed out again, probably for a cig with some other delinquents, to which you shook your head with a smirk on your lips.

Later that night, when you settled to sleep for real on your back, his overgrown mohawk poked out followed by his head from above you, overlooking you on your bed.

"'eard you speakin' earlier… And that sign language too… So… Mind teachin' me some?"

(alright that's all, hope you liked it, goodnight)

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Take It Off | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley promised he'd never shave off his mustache without your permission.

Warnings: Fluff, slight allusions to sex

Length: 500 word drabble

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This can accompany my series or be read alone! My masterlist.

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You sat perched on Bradley's bathroom vanity and watched him plug in his electric clippers. "Maybe I made a mistake," you said, biting your lip nervously.

Bradley chuckled, standing before you in just his underwear. "Either you want me to shave it off or you don't, Sweetheart. Which one is it?" he asked, pausing with the clippers a few inches from his mustache.

You wiggled around next to the sink and covered your eyes with your hands. "Okay, do it. Shave it off, Roo. I need to know what you look like without it." And as you peeked through your fingers, he turned toward the mirror and ran the clippers across the skin above his upper lip, removing most of the hairs in a few quick strokes.

Somehow you already knew that this was a big mistake, but you watched intently as he covered his cheeks, chin and upper lip with shaving cream before using a regular razor to get a close shave all over his face.

Once he was done, he washed his face and patted it dry with a towel. "Well, what do you think?"

You spread your thighs apart and pulled him to stand closer between your open legs, inspecting his face up close. He ran his thumbs in small circles against your knees and smirked as you grabbed his chin and tilted his face up and down, back and forth to examine him. You had to admit, running your fingers along his perfectly smooth skin was a new sensation for you, and you definitely did like that. So it wasn't all bad.

And while he still looked so handsome, that mustache had really worked for him.

"I don't know, Roo," you whined. "Obviously you still look good, but.... I think I miss it. How long will it take to grow it back?" You know your face must look pretty upset at the moment, so you try to reel it in.

Bradley tipped his head back and laughed. "I don't know, Sweetheart. Two weeks? Maybe a little more?"

You groaned. "If I ever ask you to do this again, remind me that I missed it as soon as it was gone," you whispered, running your fingertips along his top lip.

Bradley leaned in close and rubbed his newly smooth skin all over your face finally making you smile again. "Will do, Baby Girl. I'll remember that you missed it right away. But since it's definitely gone for now, how about we see if you like my smooth face on other parts of your body?" He quirked an eyebrow as he reached to remove your shorts and underwear.

"Yeah, let's check that out," you agreed with a grin. And you had to admit, you did enjoy his smooth face all over your body, but you definitely still wanted the mustache back as soon as possible.

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Bradley and Baby Girl strike again!

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mdhwrites · 4 months

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The Collector Isn't a Baby. He's a Monster.

In terms of villains for TOH, The Collector dehumanizes and takes away more agency from more people, and instills more widespread, constant fear in the populace, than Belos EVER did. Heck, probably soft killed WAY more people too with his puppets too if not for the fact that Belos has been doing it longer. This is just a fact of the character.

And this isn't "Oh, that was while he was with the archivists." No. It's not. It's in For the Future. Really bluntly too for that matter. He has literal, unmanned drones hunting for people to turn into puppets for his own amusement. It's the only way that Hexside doesn't come across as brain dead is that some of the kids saw what the stars did, people tried to defend the school when they showed up and then the stars did what they do: Turn people into puppet and abduct them.

And then, MONTHS later, they are STILL doing that. As far as that implies, the Collector genuinely won't be done with soft killing people until he has EVERYONE on the Isles. Which then makes who he lets live make no sense, especially since the stars turn people into puppets the second aggression is shown. Why/how did Terra, who has no filter, ever, survive for so long? Because it was up to the Collector? Because he apparently doesn't have actually enough control over the puppets to make them pretend to be Eda well enough? That's still dehumanizing her as her and Odalia are only allowed to be people because they satisfy his desires better that way.

Meanwhile, Hexside has guard shifts. That implies that they think the Collector will actually attack them and has potentially done so in the past. That they need to fend off assault. We have no idea who the Collector's minions are because we never see them but this is still a group of KIDS, terrified for their life and having to literally work around the clock for survival.

None of which, Belos caused, either through the Collector or before. The VAST majority of people on the Isles were genuinely happier with Belos. Hell, Belos never targeted kids. You could be under his regime and in school and you did not require a coven sigil. The fucker didn't even have a plan for them as during the Day of Unity, he was preparing to leave without even checking his work. Worse yet is that a wild witch of at least close to Eda's same age faced no consequences when she finally turned herself in and took the sigil. That's the extent of how non-existent Belos' fear and dehumanization was. It's effectively a volunteer system so long as you aren't loud about how you break the law.

And yes, you can claim parallels to LGBTQIA+ people, especially in places where being gay is illegal and punishable by death but... Then the Collector just tries to wipe them all out. The only people he seems to have no interest in collecting are... Eda. He might spare Lilith again but I'm pretty sure she gets turned into a puppet again as well so it's literally just Eda and only because Eda matters THAT MUCH to King.

Which cute... But it doesn't excuse him. Doesn't excuse that he explicitly knew that Belos' plan would kill people and knew that for CENTURIES. He was excited to play amongst the BONES after all. Hard to deny you know what death is with a statement like that. Especially because Belos wouldn't have sugarcoated it. Their deal would have been to give him a way to murder all the witches and power in return for the Collector's freedom.

In order for the finale to work AT ALL, you have to ignore ALL of this. How the Collector was 100% evil. He might have been scared of being alone and what not but he still did AWFUL things without any prompting. Without any encouragement. Without anything to justify it or even explain why he did all of this besides finding trying to work with people annoying and frustrating. So why not turn them into dolls? Easier for him and more fun too.

The Collector is not an infant. He is not a child. He has lived for THOUSANDS of years. He has killed people. He cares not for the sanctity of life. He never recalled his stars because he doesn't even consider what his actions are doing because he would have to give a single fuck about someone other than himself. He only cares about King because King makes him feel better and even King is TERRIFIED.

But sure: Celebrate when the abuser and killer is redeemed and is best buddies with the person he forced to be his friend for literal months. Who had to sit in fear of saying the wrong thing, something not even Hunter feared with Belos. It's literally the first thing Hunter does the first time the two talk while King is constantly terrified anytime he has to ask for even the slightest concession.

And then he's used to criticize how SU redeemed tyrants and killers, thousands of years old, with just a speech about friendship. I'm sorry, I don't feel like that quite holds water, do you?

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Anyone who wants to debate on me saying The Collector soft kills people, really think about what being a puppet means. You have no autonomy. You can do nothing. You are literally trapped in a body with your consciousness apparently intact but unable to stop anything that is done to you with no reason to believe you'll ever be freed. Frankly, that to me seems like a fate worse than death.

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manias-wordcount · 10 months

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May I request a link where he and you are relaxing after you gave birth to your first babeh?

In Your Heart (Adult Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺! 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The exhaustion has yet to fade. After hours and hours. After bright blue skies disappeared into a painting of lovely oranges and gorgeous pinks. And even after those skys started to a dark, dark-colored sky with lovely white freckles all across the world. You spent all those hours beneath a blanket. Curled up for all the snacks and drinks you could want at your disposal. Without any single care left in the world.

And still, the exhaustion has yet to fade.

In fact, you suspect it won’t go away for a while. For days even. Every bone in your feels tired. Your heart- which has finally slowed down enough to give you peace- still beats enough to diminish everyone’s worries and fears. But right now, you struggle to do little more than turn your head and mumble your words. Even opening your eyes for more than a second is quite the struggle you’re not prepared to take on just yet. But for now, that’s more than alright. For now, that’s more than okay. Because for every single slow and calm second you use for your recovery…

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

…there’s your husband at your side, encouraging you to take ten more.

“Mmm,” You let out a soft hum at the sound of Link’s voice. His honey-covered compliments and his sugarcoated words of praise never fail to make you feel all fuzzy and loved and perfect inside. Your mind doesn’t quite want to form words at the moment. But it has just enough strength to let you smile and smile and smile at the feeling of lips being pressed against your cheek. The warm touch of another after a hard couple of hours of nonstop work. It’s as blessed as blessed can be. “Hmmm…”

Your existence earns you another kiss on the cheek. But this one is followed by a kiss on the nose too, before Link goes back to resting at your side and speaking to you in whispers. You don’t quite hear what he’s saying to you. But his words and his tones and his actions and his voice are all so gentle. You’re sure it’s nothing new. At least, nothing worth focusing more on than the feeling of Link reaching out his arms to wrap one around your shoulders and to place a hand on your stomach. Because it’s in that moment that he decides to lean down and kiss the spot just below where his hand falls. Rubbing at the plush skin that used to protect your child from the rest of the world. Used to.

“I love you both.” He utters into your skin. His voice is barely above a whisper. Barely above a murmur. But you’d like to think that your baby heard and felt every single word that their father just said. Even if they’re in the other room, being cleaned up and fed by Auntie Impa and Godmother Zelda, you like to think that your baby knows those words by heart. If they don’t yet, that’s okay too. “I love you both so much…”

You know your he’ll say those words more than enough times around the two of you.

“Link…” You mumble out his name, reaching out your hand toward him. From your spot laying on your back, the action of raising your hand out to him and resting your fingers in his hair takes very little effort. And so, with as much energy as you muster, you try your best to open your eyes and take in the first good look at the man you married all those years ago- now turned father. “Hi…”

It’s not much, but you’re able to speak to him with a sleepy smile and an even sleepier greeting. The best you can manage is a half-lidded stare. Where everything looks so blurry and so fuzzy and so soft. Even the handsome look on your husband’s face is starting to look a little more cute than anything else. But it’s okay. You can hear him just fine. You can feel him just fine too. And that’s all that matters now. That’s all that matters because that’s good enough for you.

Especially now that he’s reaching out with those warm, warm hands of yours and cupping your cheeks and stroking your skin with all the care in the world. And even though you’re too tired to see quite straight and your mind is too exhausted to think even straighter than that, you’re still able to make out the expression on his face. The kind eyes. The proud smile. The hint of laughter on his lips. The spark of joy written all over his face.

The two of you are parents now. Parents. Parents to a healthy little baby with a gorgeous set of lungs and stomach ready to eat. And you couldn’t have been prouder. You couldn’t have been prouder of him too.

Because not once did he ever leave your side. Not once did he ever doubt you. For every push, he held your hand. For every scream, he squeezed you tight. For every second that you thought you couldn’t do it- for every second you thought you couldn’t make it- he told you that you could. He told you that you were a fighter- a better one than he could ever be. A stronger one than he thought he could ever meet. And when that wasn’t enough, he let you shout and scream and cry and squeeze his hand to your’s content. Telling you that every moment of pain he felt would be worth it if it meant getting you up the hill and through the battle. Absolutely worth it.

And even when your firstborn child was delivered, he still opted to stay at your side for as long as he possibly could. Only leaving your side occasionally to check on the baby and to take care of his own needs. But before you knew it, you would open your tired eyes to find Link slipping into the covers right beside you. Cuddling you up and cuddling you close as the two enjoyed these quiet moments of complete and utter peace. For the exhaustion has yet to fade for the both of you. And you have a feeling it isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. But right now, that’s alright. That’s okay. You’re happy you get to have these last couple of moments of bliss before diving into parenthood. You’re happy you get to have these last couple of moments of peace before entering into a new chapter of your life. But most of all?

You’re just happy to enjoy these last couple of moments of love together before making sure there’s the perfect amount of room for two in your heart.

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LOVE IS A DRUG|| JJK|| 2

Pairing: Yandere Jungkook × Female Reader

Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal.

Warning: Swearing

‌Summary: YN had a very Happy life with her lovely Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old ceo ; but things take a vast turn and yn finds herself in critical condition.

CHAPTER 2

YN were a very noble and sincere employee known in Asan Hospital. A student with straight A's yet she were a goofy and fun person. She had a very great colleagues including your two besties Sana and Nayeon. Most trusted and as goofy as YN.

But not everyone in their colleagues liked her. Kim Sarah was a good employee working in the endoscopy department yet she was greedy. She actually wanted to be in your position but since endoscopy was little less demanding Sarah has no choice but to choose another option- 'Marry a rich man'.

Ofcourse it wasn't an easy task but Sarah could never dream herself to be struggling in future.

YN got a message at her break time.

'Come to the deck, babe!! I brought you Sushi 😋' she snorted at the cheesy message.

"Your boyfriend, isn't it?" Nayeon questioned. Sana and Nayeon knew your love life, YN didn't like the idea of many people knowing about her personal life and on top of that if people got to know that the investor of hospital is her boyfriend, Damn! She don't wanna go through it.

'On my way 😉' She reply.

The Deck is always empty at lunchtime hence the meeting spot of the secret couple. She saw Jungkook waiting for her, she hugged him, his hands still lingering on her waist as he asks "How are you baby?".

" Hmm, fine" as she was resting her arms on his shoulder.

Jungkook frowned "You were supposed to say I am not fine without you babe".

YN chuckled "Alright!! Now that you're here I am all fine, Happy?" She teased.

"Hmm more than happy"

Jungkook didn't get or liked the idea of secret dating , he wanted to show the whole world that YN is his girlfriend or more like she is taken. There were times when he found out that many employees like her, he was enraged wanting to punch those mans to even think about her.

"yn-ah, let's just be official now" Jungkook trying every way to perceive yn.

YN loved Jungkook, really but people knowing she is dating him , JUNGKOOK the ceo of Jeon Industries and your hospital investor, people would see your hardwork as nothing but nepotism.

"Babe! We will make it official, but it's not easy for me too.I need some time" YN said biting on her lower lips.

"Don't you trust me soon-ah, I love you from the depth of my, I , Jungkook have never seen my future with any other woman but you. Don't I atleast deserve to call you mine in front of the world"

Jungkook said. No sugarcoating and No lies in his eyes or words.

It made her heart flutter that he feel she is that important in her life. Tightening her arms around him she pulled him for a kiss.

The couple immersed in a kiss couldn't see that someone had seen their secret with her own eyes.

Sarah couldn't believe, YN was dating the Jeon Jungkook. Is it the reason why everyone liked you - but that wasn't her main concern. The main concern was she was dating a billionaire.

A FUCKING BILLIONAIRE.

Sarah was jealous, envied that yn unknowingly got everything but Sarah couldn't even become an above average.

She stomped away in the head office to tell everyone what their favourite employee is doing but she stopped. What would even happen if she tell their secret? She would be fired? NO. YN might even get onto bigger position if possible.

No, Sarah wasn't going to do that , she found herself going to the laboratory. Evil thoughts occurring in her mind as she steps in lab she finds YN's bestfriend Sana.

Sana looks at Sarah probably wondering why she was here. Sarah smirked, If she doesn't have the life like yn, she'll get the life like YN.

"Can you tell me when is YN's birthday?"

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#bts army #bts #bts jungkook #bts yandere #yandere #jungkook imagine #yandere jjk #yandere jungkook #bts angst #bts imagines #jungkook

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Katie, I’m thinking about parent trap Bradley again (bc when am I not thinking about him tbh 😭) but what about Mama Bradshaw getting turned on watching Bradley in his element at like a big family bbq, just looking like such a dilf with his mustache and his aviators, Hawaiian shirt with the top few buttons undone, running around after the twins and all the other kids at the party. She’s practically drooling as her eyes follow every little movement of his big arms as he picks up their little girls, or while he’s manning the grill and every time he lifts his beer bottle up to his lips… and then she’s getting up to snatch the spatula out of Bradley’s hand and practically throwing it at maverick telling him to take over grilling duties, before she pulls Bradley away and into the house for a quickie bc she’s about two seconds away from pouncing on him in the backyard in front of everyone 🫠

- @sugarcoated-lame 🧡🧡🧡

ohhhhh Kricket I can always trust you to come up with the best daddy bradshaw stuff bc I can picture this so clearly.

Bc like him grabbing Parker with one hand, the grill tongs in the other, catching her upside down right before she runs head first into the corner of a table. Spinning her around and setting her on his hip, watching that handsome smile spread across his face as he playfully scolds the toddler and waggles the tongs at her.

She giggles excitedly, thrashing around in his arm without his grasp on her ever faltering. And exactly like you said, he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a couple of buttons popped open and his dog tags peeking through, his gold-framed sunglasses sitting against the bump in his nose.

He’s beyond handsome, and completely in a world of his own as he man’s the grill and sings along to Maverick’s best of the 80’s playlist. He impresses you with his dad reflexes more than once, not even spilling a drop of his beer when Peyton grabs hold of his free hand and starts trying to climb up his side.

“That husband of yours is damn near perfect. I don’t know how you keep off of him.” A woman to your left comments, making your mouth twitch. It would seem she had read your mind, because you’ve already been planning to pounce on him for a while now.

You give her a polite smile, and chit-chat for exactly three minutes. That feels appropriate. Then, you finish the last of your lemonade and push up from your chair, walking over to him confidently as one of your twins tackles Maverick into the grass. They’re good and occupied.

“Hey, daddy,” You grin, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “Need your help with something baby related upstairs.”

And because your kids are having a sleepover at Maverick’s house that night, it doesn’t even cross Bradley’s mind that he might be being seduced. Not until he’s following you into the master bedroom and hearing you click the lock behind him.

“What did you need my help with that’s baby related?” He asks, lips twitching upwards into a smile as you stalk towards him with that devilish look in your eyes.

“Making another one.” You grin, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss.

Bradley makes it back into the party first, breathing hard as he pushes Jake Seresin away from the grill and resumes his duties. His lips are swollen from kissing and his pupils are blown wide, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

You, remain to be upstairs, trying to set everything back on Maverick’s dresser in the same place it had been before your Neanderthal of a husband had swiped it all onto the floor and pushed you up onto it.

#parent trap Bradley #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster x you #thots night (:#top gun smut

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agentnico · 5 months

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Top 10 WORST Movies of 2023

For every good movie there’s always a dozen stinkers, and 2023 brought out a lot of turkeys, and I’m not referring to all the poor birds that ended up in our bellies this Christmas season. It’s become a tradition for me every year to do a top 10 best and worst movies of the year list, and I tend to leave the top 10 best list till later as I catch up will the awards potentials, however with the bad list I get right on into it. There are of course many bad movies this year I didn’t see, as I don’t actively seek out to watch the bad ones, but I have heard that these following haven’t been the best: Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom, The Marvels, Indiana Jones 5, Shazam: Fury of the Gods, Expend4bles, Children of the Corn, Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey…… damn, a lot of films got a bad rep this year. Yet I have 10 other ones that I’ve seen that I thought were crap. Don’t worry if a film you loved ends up on this list, it will simply mean your opinion is wrong and your have to live with that. With that in mind, here’s my humble list of the shit-fest Hollywood had to offer in 2023…

10) ANT-MAN & THE WASP: QUANTUMANIA - Everything that is wrong with the current state of Marvel is exhibited on full display here. Lacking a sense of direction and exploiting the idea of the multiverse just for the sake of it, the movie is a dud. It feels like whilst trying to focus on going bigger and bolder, the movie lost the sense of fun that elevated the earlier instalments in the tiny hero’s franchise. Paul Rudd is still as charming and likeable as ever, however the introduction of Kang as the next MCU Big Bad is pointless seeing as this big baddie can be defeated by a bunch of ants. Don’t make no difference now anyway with Jonathan Majors losing the court case, but who in the first place thought “oh yeah, Kang is a badass who killed many Avengers, but a giant head of Corey Stoll should weaken him no problem”. Look, there’s no sugarcoating it - this movie is bad. Also, Bill Murray appears in this because…?

9) THE BEANIE BUBBLE - Zack Galifianakis without any facial hair is truly a sight to behold, but that’s not enough to make this fluffy yet bland behind-the-scenes look at the famous Beanie Babies toys even remotely interesting. It’s as if this film can’t bear (thank you) to show the creepier side of these toys, as this should have been a more darker and messed up tale, especially with the lightly implied institutional sexism. Oh well, that’s that then.

8) WE HAVE A GHOST - If ever there was a movie that fit more to the phrase “Netflix & Chill” then this is it, as you will be too busy banging your partner or your sock than caring about a silent speechless David Harbour creeping about Casper-like and being all quiet and mysterious. To be fair he’s the only redeemable quality as the rest of the movie is a mishmash hodgepodge of genres that is neither funny, nor effective in its family drama dynamic. At least seeing Jennifer Coolidge jump out a window was mildly amusing. Mildly. Anyway, where’s that sock?

7) THE OLD WAY - It is truly fascinating that after starring in over 100 films, this is Nicolas Cage’s first ever western. Aside from that mind boggling revelation, this movie comes out with less than a bang. I don’t know, I was hoping for something a bit more mad, especially with Cage’s involvement. Heck, in the movie’s opening sequence Nicolas Cage is introduced with a sprawling Poirot-like moustache, and immediately I assumed that I am in for something ridiculous. However following that scene the movie cuts to 20 years later, and with that both the moustache and the hope for something exciting or weird is diminished to singular unseen atoms.

6) FOOL’S PARADISE - The directorial debut from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia star Charlie Day (who also writes and stars), misfiring Hollywood satire Fool’s Paradise wastes a strong ensemble cast that also includes Adrien Brody, Jason Sudeikis, Jason Bateman, Kate Beckinsale, Ken Jeong, Common, John Malkovich and the late Ray Liotta. Look, in a way I feel bad about including this film on this list, as you can tell this is a true passion project for Day and one that has good intentions by attempting to go back to the old-school slapstick Charlie Chaplin-era of comedy, with a lighthearted satire on the way the film industry works. In this case the result is neither sweet nor funny enough, and as such it’s an unfortunate misfire, but easily the most disappointing inclusion on this list.

5) GHOSTED - Adrien Brody’s crappy French accent in this movie I could have forgiven, if only I have not seen John Wick: Chapter 4 a couple of weeks prior where I experienced the most delightful Parisian mouthing of Bill Skarsgard’s villain, so now Brody’s French-ish slur sticks out like a sore thumb. What else sticks out is that Ghosted feels like a film from the early 2000s, featuring every cliche of the genre and with a romantic pairing of Chris Evans and Ana de Armas whom share zero chemistry. Their kissing scenes reminded me of that Andrew Garfield/Emma Stone SNL sketch where they don’t know how to kiss on camera, only in this case it’s unintentional. Also featuring a slew of pointless cameos, and I do mean pointless, this is a throwaway campy spy-action flick that is destined to be forgotten.

4) THE EXORCIST: BELIEVER - Billed as the true sequel to William Friedkin’s original horror masterpiece, it really shouldn’t have strived for that. Ellen Burstyn’s return is a waste. For those excited to see her, she’s only in 3 or 4 scenes total, and the creative choices made with her character are such a disservice to the original movie. Without spoiling, it’s a choice that seems to be inspired by the modern woke culture, with Burstyn’s Chris having being studying the art of exorcism ever since the events that transpired with her daughter, and then when questioned about why she herself did not partake in her daughter’s exorcism she blames the patriarchy. The choice of bringing her into this narrative and then what happens to her…it’s basically taking a classic character and making them dumb. I must say though that the only actual shocking moment in the movie comes in a scene involving her character, and though that moment itself is memorable, the build up towards it is so stupid. Also, with the return of Burstyn it comes as no surprise within the movie when a certain other character pops in for a cameo. Does it add anything to the movie’s story? No, it’s just there for cheap fan service. As for the movie itself, the horror hardly works. It’s not scary at all and you really shouldn’t believe in this one.

3) THE SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE - Yeah, I know, my inclusion of this film on the list will rattle some feathers, but I don’t care, as for any of you pricks out there thinking that stupid “Peaches” song deserves an Academy Award nomination, you guys are stupid and must be high on some very powerful shrooms. If so, I hope you’re having a great trip, but the fact stands that this movie is bad. Simply doing fan service for the sake of fan service don’t make for a good narrative. Me and my friend were bored throughout, as this movie is 100% for kids. There are nostalgic elements to it all, but I do believe that Illumination and Nintendo should have followed more in The Lego Movie’s footsteps and targeted the film for audiences of all ages, due to the fact that many who grew up with Mario are now adults themselves.

2) LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND - So much wasted potential. A long drawn-out slow shuffle to Nowheresville. A movie that offers so many ideas, plot points, and thread lines that are never answered or go anywhere. In Leave the World Behind things are truly happening under the motto “just because” and “why the hell not” and it makes the viewing experience immensely frustrating. Especially when the movie is nearly 2 and a half hours long and the anticlimactic abrupt ending is a slap to your face for wasting your time. Oh, and if I weren’t a fan of the Friends show before, now more so than ever.

1) 65 - Right ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to ask you all so kindly to rise up from your seats and give a humongous round of applause to 65 - the 2023 film to exhibit qualities of a top contender of the worst movie of this year. Look, I’m disappointed as you are. Adam Driver fighting dino-dinos’?! You’d be a madman to not want to see that! However here’s 65′s first mistake: there actually aren’t that many dinosaurs, let alone fights with them. I know right, I can sense the resounding aura of you, my kind audience, in unison thinking “what the f***?”. Exactly, what the fudge indeed. No, instead what we get is a couple of somewhat thrilling dinosaurs interactions, but overall the movie is just Adam Driver and this little girl walking. Just walking. Walking and whistling. Bunch of jackasses.

That’s it - we did it! Now I can happily forget I ever watched any of these and mentally prepare for what wonders of stupidity 2024 will bring to the big screen. As for my Best Movies of 2023 list, don’t worry, it’s a-coming. Still need to watch The Boy and the Heron and Poor Things and then all will be revealed…

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ashiemochi · 1 year

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anubussy - xii (ii)

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

Rose Guidry belongs to @the-resident-vampire!!

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Speeches time was – if not – the one thing So Ah was worried about; and not in a bad way. She really didn’t want to test the limits of her mascara.

Chris, surprisingly, had a speech prepared but he didn’t write it down. He started out simple and lighthearted, ending it with a little inside joke. The guests laughed but those who knew shared looks whilst muffling their snickers.

“First, I’d like to congratulate my two dear friends – actually, only one. I don’t know about Leon, he smells weird. I’m only kidding. Congratulations you two. The venue is really beautiful and judging from the plants and the artistic themes, I think we all know who did most of the decor choices. Lastly, Leon, hope you’re ready for the chase of your life. Cheers.”

Then was ChoHee who actually brought a small piece of paper with her. Her speech was a bit longer but sweet to the newlyweds. Of course, a best friend wasn’t a best friend without some playful jokes.

“I’m surprised So Ah got to marry first – and now I owe her dinner at Congdu. I remember the first time she told me about Leon, and something in me knew that she was already head over heels for him. When I met him, I just thought to myself ‘it’s gotta be that goddamn hair’. I love you, So Ah. Sharing my bento with you was the best decision I’ve ever made. And Leon, take care of her or I’m getting the scissors. Cheers!”

Michael went third and Jaehyun instantly gave So Ah a good luck look, reminding her that their dad truly had not a single emotion in his bone. He was always the stoic kind and straight to business. Sugarcoating was not his forte.

“Thank you all for attending my daughter’s and my now son-in-law’s wedding. As some of you may know about the incident several years ago, he was the one who kept her safe throughout it all. My family’s safety was my top priority too, so it felt good to see that he thought the same. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done if something were to have happened to my dear So Ah. So, congratulations and welcome to the family, Leon Kennedy.”

Okay, Jaehyun looked surprised, earning a faint giggle from the bride at his face. Leon had nudged So Ah’s shoulder with his, grinning as he gently tapped his wine glass with hers.

Lastly was Sena. How So Ah felt after she was done didn’t need to be said.

“This might be a little long, so please, forgive me – but I’m not truly sorry. It seems like yesterday where So Ah was just a little girl drawing how she’d wish her wedding to be with her little Prince Charming. And now, it’s all come true because Leon’s here to treat her like the princess she is.”

“You have no idea how utterly proud I am of you for being so strong and so kind – and know that Minji would’ve been just as proud, if not more. I only wish I would’ve been there for you more when you were young as I feel I have missed watching you grow into the woman you are right now. To my eyes, you’ll always be my baby. My sweet little Soo. Here’s to Leon and So Ah, wishing nothing but the most beautiful days for you two.”

Leon comforted So Ah when she started crying a little, rubbing her back and tugging her close to kiss her temple.

And that concluded the speeches.

✠

It was time for their first dance – So Ah was about to vomit as Leon was fixing his suit whilst the DJ started the next song.

“I don’t think I can dance, Leon.” She whispered to him, catching his attention, “It’s difficult with the heels on.”

Leon glanced down then at her, pushing his chair back “So, take them off.”

Her eyes widened a bit, clearly shocked, “What?”

“It’s not like anyone would notice with your dress being that long.” Leon pointed out with a chuckle.

Her blush was soft as she rubbed her arm, admitting, “I never really learned how to slow dance.”

A gentle smile reached his lips as he stood up, offering his hand, “Just follow my lead.”

She set her hand on his and Leon caught her legs shuffling a bit underneath her dress. When she stood up, she was noticeably shorter before she got on her tiptoes to make it seem she was still wearing them. God was she too endearing.

The lights had dimmed down, leaving the soft glow only on the dance floor when he led her to the centre of it. The floors felt cold beneath her toes but it slipped her mind when Leon stood in front of her.

With the hand he was leading her, he put it on his shoulder before grabbing her other. His free hand went to her waist, slowly moving her and himself to the melodic song. With his azures on her, hers were on the ground at his feet.

Faint gasps would escape through her parted lips when she’d accidentally misstep, earning a small laugh from her husband. Leon tugged her close, his hand sliding down to the small of her back whilst caressing her other hand to calm her down.

“What’s wrong?” He asked lowly, his lips brushing her forehead as he spoke.

“I don’t want to mess this up…” She answered, swallowing thickly when she let her eyes dart to the guests, “They’re all watching.”

“Let them watch. You?” Leon released her waist to tilt her chin up with his two fingers, gazing into her eyes, “Keep your eyes on me. Watch me.”

With the lights dimmed, it was only them in the room.

This all felt like one big dream. Leon never truly thought he’d find someone to settle down with. Chasing after a woman on the run for years was draining him. On any other day, he would’ve enjoyed the chase but with no end game, it bugged him. With the endless assignments from his division to the constant paranoia about any sudden outbreaks, he fully believed that was his whole life.

But then he saw her.

A certain sunny day in August was all it took to weaken his walls. It was still fresh in his memory, seeing her standing on her lawn with her potted plant and an anxious but excited smile on her face.

A couple of days later, he counted the constellation of stars adorning her cheeks and nose bridge ever so faintly. Under the pale lights of that neighbourhood, his heart was stolen before he could even realize it.

It took months to break his walls down but honestly, maybe they were already crumbling for her. Days and days later, she entered his bubble, soaked to the bone from the rain storm. It was unintentional, but since then, Leon was more than willing to pull her soso close till there was no space in between.

He was in denial for the longest time, filled with guilt of lost opportunities when she slipped through his fingers into the endless void. Seeing her again spread something hot throughout his chest. Kissing her for the first time was forever embedded into his core memory.

The girl he met on that day was finally his, and his only. He was never planning on letting that go.

The Han brother narrowed his eyes a little at the dancing couple before leaning towards his tearful mother, muttering, “Is it just me or did she get shorter?”

Sena blinked at him from behind her napkin, looking back at So Ah. She was clearly shorter than her previous height.

“That girl,” She groaned, shaking her head, “She must’ve taken off her heels again.”

Jaehyun snickered, taking a sip of his wine with a subtle shrug, “She never liked them anyway.”

“It’s fine, my dear.” Michael grasped Sena’s hand, patting it gently with a tender look, “She still looks like our pretty little angel.

Jaehyun tore his eyes away from his parents and to his side at the empty chair. Despite it being a long while since she was gone, the Hans couldn’t help but reserve an extra chair. It was where Minji was supposed to sit.

A sad smile reached his lips, his heart hurting at the realization that she wasn’t around to witness the wedding. Without his eldest sister around, who he was supposed to make jokes to about the event?

He could only pray and hope that she was in a much better place – but in his own selfish ways, he preferred her with the family.

Back to the main show, So Ah gazed up at Leon with such adoration that her pupils would’ve dilated into hearts and comical pink bubbly hearts popped above her head.

Leon grinned down at her, releasing her hand to set it on her waist. With both hands, he lifted her up, twirling them around. A gasp of surprise emitted from her when her feet were no longer touching the ground. Her hands shot to his shoulders, giggling childishly at being up in the air.

By the time he set her down, the song had ended and Leon pulled her close to kiss her deeply – distracting her from the applause from the guests.

Piers grumbled, giving Chris twenty dollars reluctantly, “I didn’t know he’d be that extra.”

Chris took the money with a tilted smile, “It’s his wedding, what did you expect?”

So Ah pulled away from the kiss with a soft smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Leon returned the smile, brushing her strand of hair behind her ear.

“You surprised me.”

“With that spin at the end?”

“Yeah, but the music too,” She giggled, “I didn’t know you knew some slow songs. I fully assumed Backstreet Boys or something.”

Leon shrugged with a tick of his head, a cheeky grin coming to his lips as he nodded at the DJ, “Well…”

So Ah blinked at the new but familiar music playing, giving Leon an incredulous look, “You didn’t.”

Backstreet’s back, alright!

Leon tugged her close, winking at her as several guests got out of their seats to join the dance floor, “Oh, but I did.”

✠

“Hey, Leon! So Ah!”

Leon looked away from his wife who was tugging and fixing the plants on their table where the eaten cake was. She followed suit, turning to find Chris approaching them with a gorgeous girl in hand.

“I’d like you to meet someone. This is Rose.” Chris introduced the girl who already had a gentle smile on her lips.

Her brown hair was neatly curled and pulled over to her shoulder. The dress she wore was a pretty lilac colour with low and sheer sleeves, ending on a sweetheart neckline. It was long, draping over her form just perfectly.

“Nice to meet you.” Leon shook her hand with a kind smile.

So Ah went second, a timid look on her face as she was always shy about meeting new people, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

Her eyes snapped to the gorgeous silver ring around her finger with a beautiful green gem in the middle. It took her mind a couple of seconds when she connected the dots, finding a similar ring band on Chris’ finger.

“It’s nice to meet both of you too, finally.” Rose nudged Chris’ side playfully, “He rarely lets me meet his friends.”

So Ah and Leon shared a look, knowing the other have noticed the rings.

“I let you meet my friends,” Chris defended, “Just not these kinds of friends.”

Rose rolled her eyes, a faint smile on her face as she spoke, “He thinks it’ll keep me safe or whatnot – as if I don’t know what you do for a living.”

“The further away you are from this part of the world, the better.” Chris wrapped an arm around her waist with a tender look on his face.

“Say,” Leon cleared his throat, nodding his head at their hands, “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

The couple looked down at their rings in unison then at each other before Chris piped up, “We all gotta tie the knot in the end.”

“No way!” So Ah gasped, surprised, “When did you even do the wedding?!”

Chris barely shrugged, “Back in 2009. It was a small wedding within the family – we didn’t want it too big.”

His wife snorted, “Small wedding.”

He was never the kind to talk much about his personal life, so it didn’t come much of a shock to know that he was married. The fact he never showed it, even for just a second on any day, was what surprised her the most.

Rose showed her ring with a grin, “Goodbye, Rose Guidry and hello, Rose Redfield”

Another alarm rang in the Han girl’s head. She heard that name before; Guidry. It rang numerous bells at the memory. It was only one day when she was young – she had long forgotten about it.

“Wait… Guidry?” So Ah took a step forward, realization slowly washing over her, “We’ve met before, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we did.” Rose answered, nodding as she laughed, “I was wondering when you were going to remember me.”

Leon furrowed his brows, “You two know each other?”

“Yeah!” So Ah beamed at the memory, “My parents initially wanted me to study in, uh… What was it called?” She turned to Rose for help.

“Georgetown University,” The girl added, “It’s in DC.”

“That’s it! My parents changed their mind and took me back to Seoul.” So Ah snapped her finger before letting out a happy sigh, “It’s been so long!”

“It’s a very beautiful university. It honestly made me a bit sad when you left.” Rose commented with a subtle pout, “What changed their mind? Should I have shown them around too?”

“Well…” So Ah trailed away with a nervous giggle, darting her eyes to Chris for a split second who only shook his head.

Okay, right.

“It was a family emergency, nothing serious.” She resorted to saying, hiding every single thing that had gone wrong.

Chris didn’t want Rose to be involved with the BOWs? Then he got it.

“Ah, well, it would’ve been fun.” Rose smiled, “I think you would’ve really liked it there – I could’ve shown you around town too!”

“Maybe next time,” So Ah laughed before leaning against Leon, earning a tilted grin and an arm around her waist, “We’ve got a trip planned in a few days and then it’s back to work.”

Rose blinked, “Oh? Where are you going?”

“Hawaii.” Leon answered, sighing as if exhausted, “Not by choice but she always wanted to visit it, so…”

“Hey! You came to me all excited first!”

“No, I didn’t.” Leon pinched her side playfully.

Chris gave Rose a knowing look, “Told you they’re like children.”

“I think it’s endearing!” Rose shot back and she faced So Ah, “We spent our honeymoon in this gorgeous cabin in Montana and he was in charge of chopping wood. Every day, I’d hear him whining about splinters. Every. Day.”

“I never whined. I was complaining.” Chris corrected.

“Should’ve worn gloves.”

“I did.”

“Fingerless ones don’t do crap.”

So Ah gasped faintly, “That’s what I always tell Leon!”

As the two girls laughed, Chris and Leon looked at each other, almost exasperatedly.

Chris sighed, his hand going to Rose’, “We’ll leave you two to your cake. I believe my wife owes me a dance.”

So Ah giggled, “It was nice to meet you again!”

“It was!” Rose exclaimed as Chris began pulling her away, “Congratulations on the beautiful wedding, by the way!”

Leon hummed as his wife waved at the woman, turning to So Ah, “I can’t decide whether I’ve met her before or maybe I’m a bit too tipsy.”

“Well, did you ever go to that uni?” So Ah asked, going back to pick up her drink from the table.

Leon thought about it, leaning one hand on the table with furrowed brows, “Maybe. I’ve been to a lot of places – but mostly for the DSO.”

So Ah blinked at him as she took a sip and he sighed, shaking his head and looking at the cake. With one finger, he scooped some of the whipped cream up and mindlessly stuck it into his mouth. All while she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the gesture.

It was strangely enticing.

“Mmh, best dessert.” Leon smacked his lips with a smirk easing into his lips, having noticed her gaze, “Right after you.”

Her cheeks turned rosier, heat filling up her chest and lower stomach before she smacked his arm.

“Leon, behave!”

“Fine, I’ll save it till tonight.”

✠

A blur of red went past her peripheral vision, freezing the bride in her spot. The words from one of her family members went deaf to her ears, eyes finding Leon looking at her. He too saw the colour. While many of the guests could be wearing red, something about that shade was raising suspicions.

“And then–”

“Excuse me,” So Ah interrupted with a polite smile, “Just for a moment.”

Picking up her dress, she basically skipped out of the venue – which was massive. She was vaguely aware of Leon following her as she stood out in the hallway, turning her head left and right. Again, she saw something red turn the corner and she followed it. The shining clean floors felt cold under her feet, having left her heels behind once again.

The breeze along with the calming scent of the garden surrounded her, grass tickling her skin once she stopped.

So Ah breathed softly, her eyes widening slightly at the woman in front of her, “Ada?”

There she stood; the infamous lady in the red dress. The dark wine maxi gown would’ve made her stand out had she mingled with the guests. It featured a halter neckline with the side and back exposed, held up by thin straps.

Of course, an Ada dress wasn’t an Ada dress without the long side split reaching her upper thighs.

A tilted smile appeared across her redred lips, “Beautiful dress, Han – or should I say, Mrs Kennedy?”

The Han girl giggled bashfully, “Well… Still a Han if we’re talking about this country’s laws.”

Similarly to her parents, Sena didn’t change her surname and kept it Kim when she married Han Michael. Besides, it saved a lot of time with changing documents.

Did So Ah have the choice to change her surname? Yeah.

But was she?

“Still,” Ada gave her a knowing look, “Feels freeing from Han, doesn’t it?”

She did think about it. Having spent most of her life in her home country, it was a little difficult to come to a decision.

Leon jogged to a stop beside So Ah, brows already knitting in the middle, confused, “Ada? What are you doing here?”

Ada pulled out an invitation card from the pouch she had hidden under her dress’ split with a subtle pout, “I got invited though I’m feeling a bit sad to have missed the main event.”

Her sultry eyes turned to Leon’s, “Nice spinning at the end there.”

Leon scoffed, opening his mouth to retort but So Ah butted in, “Can you say longer? I’d love it if you could.”

Ada hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the fancy card and flipping it with her two fingers. It was clear she had already made her choice.

“Hm, sorry, Han – I would but I’m on a tight schedule.”

“Nothing that involves BOWs I hope?” Leon raised a brow, folding his arms against his chest.

He earned a chuckle but she didn’t answer. A rumbling sound seemed to grow louder and nearer and So Ah gasped under her breath at the helicopter showing up. She brought up her arm to shield her face from the rushing wind, feeling a hand press against the small of her back when she stumbled.

A ladder dropped down, swinging next to Ada and she grabbed onto it, climbing the first step. Leon narrowed his eyes at her under the wind.

“I’ve left a little gift in your room! I think you’ll love it,” Ada called out over the sound of the propellers, a sly grin on her lips, “See you around, you two!”

The helicopter went higher and away, leaving them behind. So Ah lowered her arm, staring up at the distant helicopter with a subtle not surprised tick of her head.

“She never changes, does she?” Leon shook his head with a huff.

“It would’ve been weird if she actually stayed.” The girl added.

They laughed together at that. So Ah trailed her eyes up at Leon with a curious look and he returned it.

✠

The door to her room burst wide open, revealing a panting married couple. Right on the vanity was a small gift box with royal red wrapping and next to it was a potted plant with a similar coloured bow wrapped around it.

So Ah walked up to her vanity first, gazing at the plant and picking it up gently to observe it up close. The smell of the fresh bunch of leaves eased her up. A certain memory made its way to her head, making her giggle at the small card attached to it; Leon.

“It’s for you.” She offered it to Leon who instantly recognized the plant, rolling his eyes.

“When is anyone gonna listen to me?” He grumbled, taking the potted Fittonia though his blues grew soft, “I’m not a plant person – especially for this dramatic kind.”

So Ah patted his shoulder with a giggle, “It’s the gesture that matters, Leon.”

She returned her attention to the box, carefully untying it as Leon stared at the plant with a suspicious look on his face. Once the wrapping fell off, she opened the lid and her eyes widened, freezing.

Leon noticed her tensing, looking at her then he darted his eyes down, “What is it?”

He set the plant aside when she reached inside to pull out the picture. It was taken at the Watergate Hotel gala; after six months of being apart.

Her heart melted at how young both of them looked, standing next to each other for the photo. Leon had his arm around her waist, settling his hand on her hip with his usual cheeky smirk. The girl was leaning towards him with a softer smile, her cheeks tinted red at the close proximity and her hands holding onto a single lilac anemone.

Back then, Leon not-so-sneakily took the flower out of the many assorted bouquets around and gave it to her.

A faint giggle emitted through her lips, truly thinking this photograph was long gone. Leon couldn’t help but smile, wrapping his arms around her torso from behind His lips brushed the crown of her head. A gentle kiss.

“Maybe not all her gifts are strange.” Leon mumbled against her hair, his smile widening when he felt her lean against him and he moved his head so it was resting next to hers.

“Maybe.” She repeated as she reached for his arm to grasp onto him, flipping the picture around to see the writing on the back.

Transparency leads to intimacy in marriage, don’t you agree? X

In an instant, her whole body stilled and the picture almost slipped from her fingers. The tracker within her nape blinked at the indirect mention, sending her skin crawling with goosebumps.

Leon leaned down a bit to read the text, scoffing in disbelief, “Yep. Never changes. Always so vague.”

She chuckled at that, setting the picture down as a feeble attempt to calm her nerves. There was barely a thing that can be hidden from Ada. She had sources anywhere and from anyone – of course, she knew about the chip.

So Ah may not trust her that much because really, you can never trust a Wong, but she trusted her enough to not say a word. Judging from the little message she left behind, she was leaving it up to the Han girl to clean up her own mess.

She turned around to face Leon, hands reaching up to fix his tie, “Mhm, she’s as mysterious as one can get.”

Leon’s lips twitched, gazing down at her, “Penny for your thoughts?”

She blinked, looking up at him and smiled softly, “Just you, only you.”

Her hand felt delicate on his cheek and he found himself leaning against it, grasping her hand to keep it there. A lovelove glint was in his azures, making them seem bluer.

“Funny, I can tell you what’s on my mind, but it’s better if I show it.” His voice dropped a tone, nodding his head at the circular beige couch.

Heat rushed to her cheeks as she grew flustered, catching on. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, “Uhm, I think it’s better if I show you later at home.”

It was his turn to be intrigued, asking, “Show me what?”

“What’s under this dress,” She mumbled, dusting away invisible dirt off of his blazer whilst attempting to be seductive, "You know how Minx's Body is."

His eyes boggled open, already darting down to her gown as if he'd see what was underneath. With her dress being off-shoulder, the only thing he could assume was that whatever was under didn't have straps.

A low groan came from him, narrowing his eyes a bit at her teasing, "Jesus Christ, sweetheart."

She laughed shyly under his intense gaze, glancing over at the clock on her vanity, "Only two more hours left."

Leon let out an exasperated grumble, "Could just send them home now–"

"Leon!" So Ah gasped, interrupting him but he continued.

"So I could have my way with you."

Did he have to be so blunt about it?

He wasn't even trying to be seductive but it was just tempting at this point. Still, she stood her ground.

"We won't end the reception early just because you're too excited to go home." She practically scolded, making him shrug lazily with an equally lazy smirk.

"Can't help it," His hands went down to her waist, pulling her close with his lips barely brushing hers, "You look goddamn stunning, did I ever tell you that?"

Her blushing intensified, her heart rattling at his not-so-subtle enticing ministration. A loving and timid smile reached her lips.

"Maybe like ten times." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He chuckled lowly, nose bumping against hers as he maintained eye contact, "I'll keep saying it ten more times then."

Okay, he knew what he was doing. So Ah reluctantly pulled herself away from his arms, holding his hand instead when he reached out to her with a surprised look on his face.

"Later, Leon." She reminded, leading him out of the room before she'd do something that would embarrass her forever.

Leon scoffed light-heartedly, firming up his grasp on her hand, "You're gonna drive me crazy."

"Well, better get used to it." She cheekily shot back, looking at him over her shoulder, "We're married now."

Leon smiled toothily at this, "Yeah, we are."

He sped up to be next to her, pulling her hand up to plant a kiss on the ring. Her whole soul melted at the intimacy and the love in his blueblue eyes when he finished.

"Best decision of my life."

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spiritombe · 2 months

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information.

public & private information your muse might know or not know about mine, depending on certain circumstances, situations, verse(s) and etc.

public information.

information that almost anyone can learn or know about d'lueur; this is either through d'lueur himself, research, or the media, or other forms of basic intel mediums.

his full name is de'ma lueur raphael balthazar beausoleil. most media postage will refer to him as his full first name, that is, de'ma lueur. it's easy to find media coverage of basic details about him, and not just his full name, but also his age, date of birth, height, so on, so forth. he's like a celebrity without all the fanbase fuss.

he is the first son and second child of the current reign of the beausoleil family. the beausoleil family are a kalosian family; they're ones that have considerable power and influence, stretching beyond their home region's borders. they're old money. they made their fortune in the interspecies pharmaceutical sector, producing for both human and pokémon alike. entrepreneur céline beausoleil founded drug maker LE NEXUS RENOM in the mid-1800s. the family are most commonly known for having designed, patented, and distributed the contemporary variant of the potion. yes, the one in the purple spray bottle.

by virtue of the above, he is incredibly wealthy. he is on the board of directors in LE NEXUS RENOM. he earns, without sugarcoating it, millions of pokédollars per year. certainly, more than he knows how to logically use.

he is a divorcee of two marriages. his first marriage was with kalosian-galarian fashion designer, audrey flappers, and their marriage persisted for just short of 14 years. his second marriage only lasted two years.

he has two daughters, from his first marriage. séphora beausoleil and vivienne beausoleil, 28 and 24 respectively.

semi-public information.

information that would take more digging to procure; it's not explicitly public, but relatively borderline.

he is a trans man. this doesn't quite much digging, nor does his birth name, but it is something will earn strange looks if you dare use in conversation around him.

his daughters were conceived by state-of-the-art, at the time not publicly available, technology. this technology allowed him and his wife at the time to be biological parents without a third party. it is known in contemporary times as Transformed DNA Intrauterine Insemination, and in colloquial terms as "ditto sperm", due to having the non-baby bearing partner's DNA collected and transformed into a sperm-likened object.

d'lueur is currently diversifying his portfolio and getting involved in media and telecommunications. strange to some, considering the amount of wealth he has already accrued, but not to others, knowing how the wealthy simply continue to seek fortune and fame above what is necessary.

there's been a sudden change in persona, and he has become more of a media presence in the past five years. this is incredibly strange to those who know him personally, especially for family.

private information.

information about d'lueur that someone is highly unlikely to know unless they are close or otherwise intimate with him. even those close to him may not know all these segments.

d'lueur has battled with depression for a considerable amount of years. it was one of the main reasons why his first marriage fell apart. that depression seems to be almost nonexistent as of the last five years.

d'lueur is, personality-wise, no longer himself. just over five years ago, he, in a fit of depressive impulsivity and angry hubris, broke the odd keystone binding his family's spiritomb. that spiritomb had been passed down from generation to generation for almost two centuries, now. the spiritomb proceeded to consume him, taking his body for themself. this is the event which triggered his sudden change in persona.

by virtue of the above, he now has the capacity to utilise pokémon moves. specifically, those within spiritomb's realm of knowledge. his favoured ones are PHANTOM FORCE and SHADOW BALL.

he has committed multiple murders in these last five years. alongside his persona changes, come changes in his morality.

the spiritomb controlling him has the capacity to leave his body and free him. but will it? that's to be seen.

#lueur hc.#<3 will add more as i think of more

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Congratulations again, now here's my proper ask for the event..

I'm a bi she/her. I'm 5'5 and my mbti type is intj. I'm also a dec sagittarius. I'm someone who values respect and freedom over anything else which sometimes makes me wonder if pride is my sin but when i do explode after trying to keep prim and proper, i fear my anger myself. I'm often compared to a grumpy cat and i also say that I'm an old soul. I have a bad anxiety but my face deceives my emotions and make me appear unapproachable. My love language is acts of service and words of affirmation, but once I'm really comfortable with the other person i get clingy that it almost gives me a separation anxiety. Although I'd step back if that person's happiness is with someone else. For me, the happiness my loved ones matters the most. I haven't dated yet because i also fear the heartache yet i yearn for one lovely connection, a soulmate who'd understand me even if my face remains neutral. On a lighter note, I'm mostly into mature type but if i happen to fall for someone a little childish then i guess it can't be helped. I'll babysit them for the rest of my life as I've been doing for my friends.

I'm really sorry for making this long but my hands couldn't stop typing ;-;

bsjwkk dw buddy! don't be sorry! i enjoyed reading it. ^_^

*drumroll* i match you with

solomon

with a man like solomon who both values and is accustomed to respect owing to his knowledge and freedom due to his immortality and lack of close bonds, reciprocating these for his partner comes naturally. life is a wonderful gift and you bring additional colour and warmth to it. he prioritises your comfort and understands your boundaries because those are a part of you and he loves everything about you. he accepts all of you - the parts that you love and the parts that you feel are your flaws.

with pranks up his sleeves and teasing words at the tip of his tongue, he can be quite trying. when you eventually explode because of his antics and lash out despite not wanting to, he knows how to own up to his mistake. yes, he took it too far if it upset you because that was never the aim. he is sincere in his apologies when your emotions overtake you. if you need him by your side, that is exactly where you will find him. in case the reason of your anger is something else, he is willing to hear your side of the story and offer his opinions. wanting the best for you, he points out when he thinks that you are in the wrong without sugarcoating his words.

he understands that you feel guilty after letting your rage out, and he tries to reduce the negative feelings as best as he can. mentioning some experiences from the past, he tries to make you feel normal about your heartaches. "shhh, my love, i am here for you. don't overthink and put all the blame on yourself. that's unfair. you are not alone. tell me how you feel. i am all ears."

he tries to make you smile and lose any awkwardness you may have. in private, he is extremely sweet and tells you how he enjoys your company even if you two are just hanging out for fun.

"two old souls belong together," is something he often whispers while hugging you tightly.

"my happiness lies in your smile, my grumpy kitten. so, as long as you are with me and love me and let me make you happy, i think i can survive a few more centuries... pleasantly."

he indulges you and finds extreme joy when you act clingy. with a smug smirk, he pats your head, rubs your back and says, "oh? you must be too deeply in love with me to wanna be so close always. haha not that i am complaining, i think it's really cute. i wish the brothers could see us like this. imagining their conflicted expressions is a lot of fun."

he is glad that you adjust so well. he can be mature and mischievous in the same breath, giving quite a logical solution while pissing everybody in the room off with his next words. he sometimes wants to baby you while at other times, he wants to be babied by you. you make him so happy that he wants to bask in your very essence, be it while helping you with your tasks judiciously or being playful by holding you prisoner in his arms. keep looking after him and come to him in your hour of need.

#matchups #1000 followers #shion event #obey me #i hope you like it :") haven't done matchups in a while i am rusty

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Yeah, I don't think the fact that Eloise was traumatized by her mother's very difficult labor and so soon after Edmund's death was followed up.

Like it's never brought up again.

Oh god, when she finds out that Mary Wollstonecraft died after giving birth...

I find it at least in character that Julia Quinn gave Eloise the one husband who did not need to produce heirs because he already had two kids so there was no pressure for Eloise at all to have a child and the fact that she had little Penelope means that it was completely her choice to get pregnant. And I agree with you her trauma whith childbirth is not properly addressed. Probably because it's a romance novel not a novel of the psychological genre but I imagine that being married to Philip and not being under any pressure to have a baby because Oliver and Amanda were already there help at least come to terms with the idea of having a child of her own. Especially taking to account that her best friend was pregnant around that time.

It is very possible that with Penelope being pregnant and her marriage to Philip and her experience with motherhood relating to Oliver and Amanda Eloise might have worked through her trauma with her husband's help. Not only by helping Penelope with her pregnancy but also by being reassured and supported by her whole family.

Ultimately we all know that no matter how much the husband tells his wife that he's going to be there every step of the way the person in danger of dying in childbirth is the woman. So it will be interesting to see Eloise grow from her trauma into not only facing her fears but moving past them the way that Anthony move past his fear of an early death both of which are tied to the death of their father.

It's interesting to note that a lot of people seem to want at least to be there when Penelope gets hurt without taking into account this exact point that Eloise was traumatized by her own mother experience with childhood at least in the book Eloise is supposed to be a few months pregnant by the time Penelope gives birth to Agatha but it would be interesting to see it in the show what Eloise reaction to Penelope having a child would be because this would be the kid of someone she absolutely loves two people she adores her best friend and one of her brothers

I can see baby Penelope conception being something completely voluntary on Eloise part. Actually it's probably Philip who would be more reluctant to have a child with Eloise because he already lost one wife and the idea of losing her would have him just trying to convince her to keep Oliver and Amanda they don't need babies if he just has her so it would be Eloise working through that herself and reaching a personal conclusion on her own about her fears of giving birth. Which is very interesting since it's something very individual for every woman I think all of us even the ones who absolutely love children, have a little fear of childbirth inside of them.

And it would be wonderful to see this portrayed on TV instead of just sugarcoating it or sweeping it under the rug. Like for example and House of the Dragon Rhaenyra trauma with childbirth is never addressed, she just seemed to give boss her way through the birthing chamber, I hope they don't do that with Eloise. I want them to show at least a little bit of the healing process and bravery it takes for a woman who knows that she may die giving birth to process all that and get better, realizing that she's more than her fears and that she still wants to have a baby.

Or maybe Netflix I won't show it maybe Aunt Eloise and Philip will be child free and George kids will inherit the estate, there's nothing wrong with that. They will just raise his niece and nephew together.

And that's the tea

#bridgerton #my wish for Eloise future character development #eloise bridgerton

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I'll Come Back

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1796

TW: Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Presumed Dead (but not really), Grief, Reunion

Spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun Masterlist

You lingered outside the briefing room, waiting for the news you were certain was about to come but yet you prayed didn’t. As much as you knew Rooster wanted on this mission, the thought of him going made your stomach roll and your heart clench. Though you only worked the coms in the control room for the mission and had no clearance for the details of the current assignment, you had managed to sneak a look at the mission plan. It was a near-suicide mission, and everyone knew it. And yet, you knew better than to ask Rooster to step down. It was missions like this that he trained for his entire career, and he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to fly it. Even for you.

Suddenly, the door to the briefing room flew open and Hangman stormed out. The second you saw his face, all of your fears were confirmed. The only reason he would look that pissed off is if he hadn’t been selected for the team, which meant…..

Rooster walked out of the room, and he stumbled to a stop when he saw you standing there. Without saying a word, he opened his arms and you were instantly in them, wrapped in his tight embrace for what might be the last time. Burying your face into his chest, you said in a muffled voice, “I told you he would pick you. Maverick knows talent when he sees it.”

Rooster sighed as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “Yeah, well, you’re not exactly objective when it comes to my skills.”

You chuckled softly but the sound quickly shifted into a sob. You tried to bite your lip to keep your tears from falling, but it was useless. Rooster placed his hands on your arms and pushed you away from him, getting a good look at your face. “Aw, baby, please don’t. If you cry, I’ll cry and that won’t be good.”

“I’m sorry, I just- I need you to come back. Okay? I can’t…. I can’t sit there and watch you go down.” The tears were flowing more steadily down your face and Rooster reached up and wiped them away with his thumb.

“I’ll come back. I promise.”

You shook your head. “You can’t promise that. There are so many things that could go wrong, so many chances to fail. You know I believe in you, baby, but this….. this isn’t something that just relies on skill. If even the slightest bit of information is incorrect, if they miscalculated anything, this could all go wrong, and I can’t-”

“It’s not going to. I will come back. I promise you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He trailed his hand down your cheek before lifting your chin with his thumb. His lips brushed against yours, gentle and soft, and as much as his words were saying differently, you knew this was him telling you goodbye.

You rested your head on his chest once more and the two of you held each other in silence for as long as time permitted.

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Old Friends

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Maverick's Daughter!Reader, f!reader

Word Count: 2309

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Angst, Explicit Language

Note: This story takes place BEFORE Top Gun: Maverick but DOES contain spoilers for the movie

Top Gun Masterlist

As you stand outside the front doors of the main building, you struggle to remain professional and contain a squeal of excitement. Your whole life has been leading to this moment and once you walk through these doors, your dreams will finally become reality. Despite the double-edged sword that came with being Pete “Maverick” Mitchell’s daughter, you had made a name for yourself independent of your father’s reputation and earned your spot here same as everyone else. One of the elite few admitted to Top Gun.

Taking one more deep breath, you throw open the doors and hurry down the hall which is currently crowded with cadets, instructors, and other Navy personnel. While you recognize many of the instructors as friends or colleagues of your dad’s, you don’t seem to know any of the students outside of passing acquaintances. You roll your eyes when you notice Jake “Hangman” Seresin in the corner with a few other cadets who look vaguely familiar. Hangman only stood out because he had relentlessly hit on you at one of the awards ceremonies you had gone to with your dad. The night ended with your drink in his face and if he didn’t watch himself now, you’d resort to a much harsher deterrent.

You are so focused on your thoughts of Hangman that you don’t even notice the man walking directly towards you until the two of you almost collide. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed you either because as you both made eye contact, the same look of surprise is mirrored on each other’s faces. Standing before you is a man you haven’t seen for years but had once been as close as family. Your best friend, your first (unrequited) love, Bradley Bradshaw.

But before you can say anything, he mutters, “Ah hell no.” before whirling around and storming down the hall in the opposite direction.

You hurry after him. “Wait! Please! I didn’t know you’d be here. Bradley, wait! I swear, I didn’t know!”

He comes to an abrupt stop and whirls around to face you, anger and betrayal burning in his eyes. “If you did, would it have made a difference? Would you not have come?”

You looked at the floor as you softly shook your head. “No, of course not. You know this is my dream just as much as it is yours.”

“Yeah, but no one stole your dream right from under your nose and left you to fight tooth and nail just to get back to the same position you were four years before!” he spits the words at you, and you can’t help but flinch.

Softly, you whisper, “I told you back then, I didn’t know what my dad was going to do. If I had, I would’ve tried everything I could to stop him from pulling your application to the Naval Academy. You were my best friend in the whole world. Do you really think I would have just stood by and let him do that if I had known?”

“He was the closest thing I had to a father after my dad died and he betrayed me. Why shouldn’t I think you would do the same? You’re just like him.” He starts off down the hall once more, but you quickly follow.

“Just because I refused to cut him out of my life like you did doesn’t mean I agreed with him. But, come on… He’s my dad. What was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to have my back. If you couldn’t back then, how am I supposed to trust you to have it now in the air?”

You stop as he keeps walking, your jaw falling open at his accusation. Up until now, you had been feeling regret, sorrow, and a little shame. But all of those emotions quickly turn to rage as you scream, “Fuck you!”

The busy hall instantly goes silent as every person turns to face you but you don’t care. Marching up to a surprised Bradley Bradshaw, you jam your finger in his face. “I know what my dad did was horrible. I know you have every right to be furious with him. And fine, you can even be mad at me for not siding with you over it. But don’t you dare insult my skills or abilities as a pilot or as a wingman. You aren’t the only one who had to fight with everything they had to be here. Do you think it’s easy being the daughter of Maverick? One of the most accomplished, yet most written up pilots in the last thirty years? Everyone always expects me to be him, the recklessness, the arrogance, the total disregard for the rules. And I have worked so fucking hard to show people that I am my own person, my own pilot, and that I deserve to be here. So don’t you dare try to tarnish my reputation just because we have a troubled history.”

You storm past him, ramming your shoulder into his as you do. You feel his hand reaching for yours, but you yank it from his grasp and continue down the hall and out the door.

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Waiting for Someone

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Word Count: 1211

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Bar, Drinking, Unwanted Flirting

Note: NO plot-related spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun Masterlist

You knew the second you entered The Hard Deck that this had been a mistake. Being this close to the airbase, it wasn’t surprising that for every three people in the room, two of them were in uniform. And you had had enough experience with these kinds of places to know nothing good came of hanging around one by yourself. However, you were here for a reason, so after quickly smoothing out your sundress, you hurried over to the bar.

Taking a seat on one of the stools, you ordered a beer from the kind bartender who gave you a sweet smile as she handed it to you. But just as you raised the bottle to your lips, someone leaned heavily against the bar top next to you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw a handsome blond man with an arrogant smile staring back at you and you internally groaned. While you had expected this, it would have been nice if you had been able to at least take a single sip of your drink first.

The man slid a little closer as he asked, “So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

You softly sighed as you said, “I’m sorry, I’m not alone. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Well, you’re in luck! You don’t have to wait anymore because I’m here now.” As he leaned in even closer, you could see a small crowd of pilots over his shoulder watching his every move.

You rolled your eyes and took a small sip from your beer. You knew this had been a bad idea, but you had wanted your visit to be a surprise. You should have just called ahead and let him know you were coming. Or asked him to meet you somewhere else. But it was too late now.

Trying to keep your tone as polite as possible, you said, “I see that. And in case you didn’t understand by my tone the first time, I wish you wouldn’t be.”

You heard the pilots behind the man snickering at your response and there was one jeer of “Hangman’s left hangin’!”. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched before he pushed himself off the bar and walked back over to the pool table.

Relieved he was gone, you finally thought you were going to get some peace and quiet when another man with a loud Hawaiian shirt and a mustache sat down next to you. “Sorry about him. He’s a jackass. But I liked how you handled yourself. That was quite the brushoff.” The man stuck out his hand. “The name’s Rooster.”

Politely, you gave his hand a quick shake before turning back to your drink. But you could still feel his eyes on you. With a sigh, you turned back to face him. “Rooster, is it? I’m sorry, but I really am waiting for someone.”

“Oh… I just thought….” The man shook his head before smiling. “Well, no problem! What’s his name? Maybe I know him and can help you find him.”

“Sweetheart?”

The voice instantly perked you up as you turned to see your boyfriend standing just behind you with another woman at his side. Hopping off the stool you rushed over and threw yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight. He stumbled back a step, but his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head rested against yours.

After a moment, you pulled away to take a good look at him. You were relieved to see that even after all of his dangerous training he still looked just like he did when he had to leave you a few weeks ago. Same hair combed perfectly to the side, same blue eyes slightly magnified by the same wireframes, same adorable little smile that sent your heart fluttering. He was still your same Bob.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here!” Bob said joyously, but then his tone turned more confused as he asked, “Actually, what are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, the woman next to him politely cleared her voice and gave the two of you a questioning look. Bob started as he realized the situation, “Oh, sorry! Phoenix, this is my girlfriend. Sweetheart, this is Phoenix. She’s my pilot.”

“Of course! Bobby’s told me all about you!” You quickly pulled the other woman into a hug which she returned after a moment of shock.

“Oh! Um, hi! Bobby actually never mentioned you.”

You pulled away and turned to your man. “That’s not surprising. He told me he doesn’t like to talk about his personal life with you guys, and I usually respect that. But I had a few days off of work while they redo the office and I jumped at the chance to come and see him.” You held out your hand and he instantly took it. “I hope that’s alright?”

Bob smiled at you. “Of course, sweetheart. I was just surprised, that's all. But I’ve missed you so much!” He pulled you in close and you wrapped your arms around his neck before placing a big kiss on his lips.

“Wait…. So, Bob is who you were waiting for?” Rooster asked slowly, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

You nodded, as your head still rested on his shoulder and a wide grin spread across your face. “Yep! So, I guess you two do know each other!”

Bob looked down at you in confusion. “Yeah, we do. But how do you two know each other?”

“Oh, Rooster here was just offering to help me find you. Don’t worry, he was being sweet about it.” You offered Rooster a small wink and he gave you a smile in return.

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Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Top Gun Gang

The Bet

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Fight Through the Pain (Part 1)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1335

TW: Angst, Whump, Plane Crash, Burns, Injuries, Pain, Love Confession

Spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Part 1, Part 2

Top Gun Masterlist

Everything hurt. Your world was currently nothing more than pain on top of more pain as every bone, every muscle, every molecule in your body screamed out. Large sections of your skin felt as if it was on fire while other parts felt like it was frozen solid. As you tried shifting slightly, a low moan reverberated in your chest as the pain intensified. But the attempt did provide you with some information. It made you realize that the coldness seeping into you was from the snow you were laying on. But why were you laying in the snow?

And then it came rushing back to you. The team had been sent on their mission to blow up the uranium enrichment plant. At the last minute, it was decided one additional single-person plane should accompany the group, and much to Hangman’s chagrin, you had been selected. As everyone was saying their goodbyes and good lucks, Rooster had pulled you into a hug that was tighter and lasted longer than you expected. And when you finally pulled away, he had stared at you with such an intense look on his face that it sent shivers down your spine in the best way. It finally gave you the courage you had been needing to tell him how you felt about him, yet just as you opened your mouth, Maverick had interrupted you. So instead of telling him, you had hurried off to your plane.

The mission had gone perfectly…. Up until your planes escaped Coffin Corner and activated the SAMs. The Surface-to-Air Missiles had quickly filled the sky and as much as you all tried to react, there were just too many of them. As you had done your own evasive maneuvers to avoid disaster, you watched Rooster fire countermeasure after countermeasure from his position above you, narrowly escaping the missiles. But then his panicked voice cried out through your coms that he was out of flares, and you watched in horror as two more missiles trailed behind him.

You hadn’t thought, you had just acted. Instantly pulling up into a steep climb, you positioned your plane directly between Rooster’s and the missiles. Across the expanse between you, you had managed to catch Rooster’s eye for just a moment. His face drained of all color, and you saw him shouting at you to get out of the way. But you had just given him a sad smile as the missile slammed into the tail of your aircraft, sending a fireball roaring through the cockpit.

You screamed in pain as your hand had yanked the ejection lever, but it was too late. Even as your seat jettisoned into the sky, you could feel the burns scorching your skin in a dozen different places. Then as you drifted to the ground, your parachute had gotten snagged on a tree, slamming you into the trunk and causing you to plummet the other 50 ft to the ground. As you crashed into the snow below, you had mercifully slipped into unconsciousness.

But now, something stirred you from your sleep, something other than just the pain. Voices. Slowly, you realized that your helmet was still on, and you could still make out your teammates' voices as they tried to reach you on the coms.

“Bumblebee! Do you copy?” Phoenix’s frantic voice came into focus. “Bob, do you see anything?”

“That’s a negative,” her WSO replied, equally as panicked. “I can see the smoke from her plane where it crashed, but I lost sight of the parachute.”

“I saw it for a minute, but it was smoking pretty heavily.” Fanboy chimed in anxiously. “I don’t know…. I don’t know if it would have been able to remain intact until she reached the ground.”

“Bee! Answer me! Please!” Rooster. You struggled to open your eyes at the sound of his voice. Maybe it was the distortion from the coms or your pain-addled brain, but it almost sounded like he was crying. But that couldn’t be….

“Bumblebee!” he screamed again. “Damn it! Why did you do that! Why did you- I’m not worth it. You shouldn’t have done that. Not for me. Please, Bee. You have to be okay.”

“Rooster,” Phoenix said softly. “It’s not your fault. She was just protecting her wingman.”

“Well, she shouldn’t have! It should have been me down there instead of her. We need to find her!”

Maverick’s voice suddenly broke through the chatter. “There’s nothing we can do right now. Without her location beacon turned on, we have no way of finding her. We need to get back to the ship and we can try to figure out something after that. But for now…. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Rooster screamed again. “I’m not leaving her! Bee! Listen, you need to turn on your beacon. Please! I promise I’ll find you, but you have to give me something.”

“Rooster-” Maverick started but the younger pilot cut him off.

“No! She’s still out there, I know it! And she would never leave any of us behind! So, please, Bee. Come on, you can do this. Just turn on the beacon.”

Both of your hands were currently laying by your sides and the locator beacon was on your shoulder. The amount of pain that was shooting through your body just with every breath was almost unbearable, so the thought of trying to move, to cross that impossible distance to reach the beacon, was almost inconceivable! But you knew you had to try. If not for you, for Rooster. You might have saved his life, but if you died, you knew he would blame himself and it would haunt him for the rest of his days.

So, ever so slowly, inch by agonizing inch, your hand began its vast journey up towards your shoulder. Even the smallest of movements was torture, and you were fairly certain that your arm was broken in at least one place. But Rooster’s pleas and cries still sounding through the coms urged you on.

When your fingers miraculously brushed against the dial of your beacon, you realized you were in for a new level of pain. In order to turn the beacon on, you had to twist the dial. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem but because of the fire, your fingers were pretty badly burnt, and your joints were swollen. It was going to take everything in you to turn that dial and you just didn’t think you had the strength left to withstand that level of pain.

But then, Rooster’s voice called out to you one more time, calmer yet more tender than before, “Bumblebee…. Please. I know you’re there, I know you can hear me. Please, come back to me. I-I love you.”

He loves me? You had been in love with your wingman for years, starting back when you had first been at Top Gun together, but you never thought he could return your feelings. It was why you had chickened out on the tarmac from confessing how you felt. But if Rooster loved you back….

It was just the motivation you needed. Taking a few deep breaths (and ignoring the spikes of pain that were sent through your chest with each one), you screwed your eyes closed and twisted the dial.

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