Not sure if you'll ever see this but I'll try anyways : ) Are you active as a writer somewhere else? (ao3 maybe 🤔 my memory screams you mentioned a minsung fic you'll write but I'm not sure if you ever shared a link or smth here) I remember really liking your stories and I wondered if you still write ☺️
hi there! you're right, i used to post on AO3, but i've now taken down all my content as i've stopped using the platform. i'm sorry to disappoint you, but i hope you'll still be able to enjoy my old content ❤️
hii did you delete some of your works? i was gonna reread the fake dating changbin one but i couldn't find it :o
hello there! all my fics are still available on this account. i’ve kept it public for anyone who’s ever enjoyed my work. if you’re still having any kind of trouble, just let me know and i’ll sort it out!
hi, i don't know if you're going to read this but i would like to ask is there any chance you're going to re-release your fic called "bittersweet". i believe that i read yours back then but i'm not really sure. i really loved your fic, it is so perfect. but if you can't post it, it's also okay. i hope you have a nice day 🫶🏼
hello there, lovely! i happened to log into my account and saw this message, so i couldn’t just ignore it. however, it’s been so long – i can’t remember which fic you’re talking about. if you can help me remember who was it about or any other info about it, perhaps i can have a look through my files and send it back to you.
thanks for reaching out, though. i’m glad someone’s thought of one of my stories after all this time. i hope i can be of help ❤️
changbin sleepily rubbed his eyes, rolling over on his side and reaching his hand out to the other side of the bed, fingers searching for your form. when he felt the stark coldness of empty sheets instead of your skin, his eyes snapped open, bleary with sleep.
groaning, changbin sits up, rubbing the sleep out his eyes and brushing his hair back, grimacing slightly at the cold air on his skin and your lack of presence in the room. stretching the sleep out from his limbs, yawning slightly.
he turns over, face scrunched in confusion when he doesn’t see you in the bedroom. “where’d they go?” he mutters to himself before lurching to his feet. he stumbles to the door, yawning again when he walks out to the living room.
and there you were, huddled under a plethora of blankets on the couch, the fabric up to your nose. the tv was set to some drama or other, you weren’t necessarily paying attention.
changbin smiled at your tiny figure, striding over to where you were and sinking down next to you. his arm rested around your shoulders, as if on instinct, and the sudden pressure made you jump.
“you okay, baby?” he asked, hand squeezing your shoulder gently.
your body angles towards him as you leaned into his side, almost sighing in relief at the warmth his body held. “yeah. yeah, i’m fine.” you replied, snuggling deeper into his side.
“why did you leave the bed, hmm?” he turned his side, nuzzling into your hair and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “it gets cold without you, baby.”
you could almost hear the pout in his voice and the thought makes you giggle. “nothing that bad, just a nightmare.” you explain, shrugging with your words.
changbin lifted his head, turning you slightly so he could see your face. he lifted the hand that wasn’t around your shoulders to your face, cupping your cheek. “what kinda nightmare? what happened?”
you shrugged again, leaning into his palm. “nothing that bad. i just had to get out for a minute and gather my thoughts.”
changbin let you settle back into his side, his thumb rubbing mindless circles into your upper arm. finally, he sighed, saying, “you want to talk about it, babe?” he pressed you further into his side when you sighed in return and eventually nodded, leaning your head on his chest.
enhypen 02 line x f!reader . non!idol au . unedited . fluff (?) but kinda boring ngl .
[ 박종성 ] — JAY.
replies the exact split second you text him a message. respects you more than any man alive. fidgety around you, scratches the back of his neck. keeps things that you gave him even if they can’t be of use anymore. a lot of caught red handed efforts of him almost reaching out to hold your hand. wears the ‘oh-my-god-take-me-to-heaven-i’m-in-love’ expression whenever you do something endearing. telling you randomly “you’re cute”. then after, soon subtly dropping down a “i like cute girls”. looks at your social media pictures at least 10 times a day. sends death glares at people who cross over your line. instinctively grabs your waist and pulls his own body in front of the direction of the said ‘threat’ whenever he sees danger coming harm’s way in order to protect you. taking the blame for mistakes you made. shares his future plans with you. always noticing and verbally appreciating every little thing you do. tries to hide his emotions whenever someone who likes you hangs around with you and fails. gets riled up and ends up sacrificing his own piece of clothing for you to wear whenever your outfit is of something revealing. “i don’t need those other girls, i’m talking to you right now”. has too much pictures of you in his photo library, either funny or cute. takes an effort to look good around you. intense eye contact. acts different in private because he wants to be his best. remembers things you’ve said that you don’t remember saying.
[✿] — HEESEUNG. he would keep your scrunchies located at his wrist at all times. in instances like going to a local ramen restaurant, and your hair is starting to get in the way of you and your food, heeseung would immediately take notice and bring out your scrunchie from his wrist with intention to tie your hair up himself. nevertheless, with the reason of your constant necessity of them aside, it’s also a small yet sweetly significant symbolic gesture to show anyone publicly that he’s already smitten and taken by you & only you.
[✿] — JAY. insisting to do all the work/heavy-lifting. actions that go from untangling your wired earphones himself, to opening car doors or restaurant doors or carrying your terrifyingly heavy & huge pile of shopping bags while breezily walking around with you for hours in the mall, jay always makes sure you never move a muscle. he would run miles just for him to open the door for you or pull out a chair for you to sit on. as self-explanatory and old as time this simple action is, this would be his way of spoiling you and expressing his love for you as his one and only Queen, because we all know he’d break every single bone in his body just for you to smile.
[✿] — SUNGHOON. always writing compliments or letters on a daily basis down on sticky notes. he’d scribble down things like, “you look cute in blue”, “i like you with the braids”, “don’t forget to make me the blueberry yoghurt for tomorrow~”, and “you did good today :)”, or “lol i drew this picture of a pig and it reminded me of u”. sunghoon loves the idea of expressing his feelings for you and keeping you happy, and despite his existing inability to say these little things he notices and loves about you to your face (or in other words, i see him as the type to avoid confrontation), he’d choose to scrawl them down in any piece of paper and tuck them away at your pockets or sneak them into your bag whenever you’re not noticing. he’d find a rather cute and romantic way to say them to you - in letters you can treasure forever.
pairing: skater boy!beomgyu x f!reader wc: 766 genre: fluff warnings: none! notes: this is kinda messy but i had to write smth after seeing those concept photos!
Beomgyu held your waist tightly, slowly pushing you along the ground as you stood atop his skateboard. The chilly night air nipped at your skin, but the heat of the boy’s hands kept you warm.
“You’re doing amazing!” He cheered sarcastically, since he was the one helping you from falling off. You had nearly begged for Beomgyu to hold on to your waist and push you along, but he didn’t complain, finding that excited smile of yours to be so adorable. Beomgyu admired the way your eyes lit up, shining so bright in contrast to the night sky.
“I’m gonna let go now.” He mumbled against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, letting out a small shriek once Beomgyu’s hands left your waist. Luckily there was no one around to judge since your best friend had decided to take you to the park at two in the morning. Beomgyu explained how he loved the ‘vibes’ of going out late at night, especially in the city.
As the skateboard rolled on the ground, you carefully tried to keep your balance, keeping your arms out to stay steady. Beomgyu was close behind, making sure that you didn’t get hurt.
“I think I’m doing it.” You gasped, a wide smile coming to your face. Beomgyu smiled as well, thinking that you were absolutely adorable and wishing that he could keep holding you.
It seemed as if his wish soon came true when you ran over a large crack in the sidewalk and fell back into Beomgyu. He landed on the ground with you in his arms, watching as the skateboard rolled down the path of the park.
“Are you okay?” Beomgyu asked, feeling the way your heart rate picked up. He didn’t even suspect that it was because of the way his hands were nearly under your shirt.
“Yeah— I'm fine.” You said softly, the sudden proximity making your face heat up. Beomgyu breathed a sigh of relief, taking his hands off of you.
“Thank you for trying to help me though, it was fun. I know I'll never be as amazing as you at skating, but it’s cool to learn.” You said, turning to face the boy and poking his nose with your finger. Your faces ended up being closer than expected, making your breath hitch once your hand came back to rest in your lap. Beomgyu smiled slightly at the compliment, feeling his stomach turn with nerves.
“Of course. I'm always down to teach my girl something new.” Beomgyu said as he playfully punched your shoulder, not even realizing what he had said. You froze, beginning to smirk at his words.
“Your girl?” You teased watchung as Beomgyu’s face turned bright red, his usual cocky and confident demeanor gone. You chuckled at his shocked expression, pushing a blonde strand of hair away from his eye.
Beomgyu insisted that chunky blonde highlights from the 2000s were very much cool and had you help him dye it. You thought the style was a bit tacky, but of course he managed to pull it off, like always.
“You’re staring.” Beomgyu mumbled, snapping you out of your thoughts. You then realized that the hand that was in his hair had drifted down to his face, cupping his cheek. You began to move your hand, but Beomgyu grabbed it with his. The silence and tension was almost unbearable, with you and Beomgyu staring at each other, too nervous to make a move.
“What if I did something crazy right now?” Beomgyu suddenly spoke up, carefully studying your expression.
“You mean crazier than spraying me with a bottle of water so I can wake up at two in the morning just for you to take me to the park? That kind of crazy?” You joked, making Beomgyu laugh at his previous antics.
“No— I mean something like this.” He said, giving absolutely no warning before his lips were on yours. Beomgyu surely expected for you to push him away, to yell at him for kissing you out of the blue. Instead, you placed a hand in his hair, deepening the kiss and holding Beomgyu impossibly closer.
The scene felt almost too perfect, with you practically making out with your long-time crush under the stars in an empty park in the middle of the city. You could’ve sworn that you were dreaming, about to wake up soon. But as Beomgyu pulled away, looking at you with dazed eyes and a small smile, you knew that it wasn’t some dream. You just happened to be very lucky.
“Choi Beomgyu, that wasn’t just crazy, that was very much insane.”
do you perhaps have other skz writing blog recs? I'm at a loss of skz contents to read T_T like yknow,, long fics and stuff <3
*cracks knuckles* get ready anon cause i’m about to set you up with skz content for life! i already did a fic blog rec list here but lemme introduce you to some of my new moots/all-time favourite writers! 🤍
pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader x jung wooyoung
genre: friends to lovers, smut
word count: 14.7k
summary: at hongjoong’s insistence, the opportunity for a third to join the equation all for one night is presented — it’s all fun and games…and sex, of course.
except for one catch: can you court jung wooyoung? and even more, can you handle him once you have?
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a/n: i don’t have anything to say. WOOJOONG SUPREMACY…SORRY.
my parents know i like kpop but they only know bc they kind of made me feel like i’m obligated to share my interests with them… i tried to keep my explanation of it brief lmao they don’t really bring it up much but whenever they do i feel super awkward bc they make fangirl jokes about it ://
oh i understand you too much. before kpop i was a big fan of 5sos / the vamps / shawn mendes etc etc and they were always asking me if i stopped liking them, treated me as obsessive and all that shit ????? i think the experience of fanaticism as teenage girl is universal
My mom does know I'm into kpop but she doesn't really know what exactly it is as a whole neither how I act about it lmao. She just keeps saying I'll end up bringing an Asian man home (just cause I showed interest only on these boys so far sjjdhd) and I die inside 💀 We also watched True Beauty together and she rly liked Eunwoo sjskskskdjfsj - jeonglixie 🍃
WHEN I TELL YOU THAT HAPPENED TO ME ONCE AND THE ONLY THING I SPOKE FROM THAT DAY ON WERE WESTERN ARTISTS. i still watch kdramas in front of them and they say such stupid things, they are so annoying and make me feel so uncomfortable showing my interests 😭
I thought my mom didn’t know about me listening to k-pop, but then one day she said “I know that you cried over those band guys it’s okay but are you okay?” She now support me listening but still cringing over the fact that I cry over them hsjdkskfks
LOOOOOL my mom only knows about day6 because i have a picture of them in my room. literally one day she saw it while she was bringing me a pile of clothes, she asked who they were and i never spoke about them with her again 😶 i don't exchange more than that with any of my relatives lmao
pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader
genre: friends to lovers, smut
word count: 8.7k
summary: on the other side of reminiscing with an old fling, you find yourself boarding a flight and enjoying the sights and sounds of japan with your best friend — in addition to learning more history than you had signed up for.
another game of verbal chess over a small bar table.
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a/n: lots of history in this one, recommended to be read up on previous chapters^^
tags fingering . dirty talk . little degrading . praise . penetration . fwb 2 l
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you could never forget the shivers that ran down your spine the first moment you met him. his intoxicating eyes, baring holes right through your head, while he silently strutted toward your figure. looking away, the silence accompanied by his stare was awkward enough.
his presence was almost repulsive and at the same time, addicting. his breath was so close to you, the scent of cigarettes and cologne taking over you.
"didn't expect to see you here, y/n" you snuck a glance at his eyes, although addicting to look at, you were nonetheless impressed by his skill with makeup.
"why not" you answered, the young man's smoky voice filled your head with the pleasant sensation of hearing your name. That sound could get stuck in your head for days and never get bothering, it was a drug and you were well aware of it.
he chuckled, the sound still ringing from the loud chatter noises around. "you're in a frat party, showing up in a church dress"
"this isn't a church dress, hongjoong" you hissed back at him, his smirk not wavering. "at least that's not what it said when i bought it"
you felt his eyes stare back at you, travelling everywhere on you. you shifted, eyes fixated onto the friend that got you here, dancing with some guy dressed like hongjoong.
"what makes you interested, may i ask?" you continued, not bothering to look back at him.
"the church dress" he replied. your very obvious eye roll was accompanied with a small 'tsk'. you had never talked to him properly ever before, his sudden interest sparking your curiosity.
"to be honest,y/n" oh god. "ive watched you for a while now, scurrying around in that little dress" he leant back next to you, a smug grin plastered on his face.
"what do you say, have a drink?"
-
his presence was no longer frightening, his eyes no longer had that dark aura to it, and he, was, well, still addictive. your concept of relationship with hongjoong since that night was complicated. you had broken the rule of friends with benefits that said; 'no kissing or aftercare involved whatsoever'. you got to see the softer, calm side of hongjoong (which was a very rare one), and honestly, you could use it after some very hard fucking.
you woke up next to him for the third time in a row, quickly realizing he was no longer next to you. memories from the day before quickly flooded; the sting in your core not helping at all. your eyes went upon your scattered clothes on the floor, hongjoong's pair, missing. he probably left.
you hadn't stopped thinking of hongjoong ever since, and everyday, you would wait for a single text from him, anything: you didn't care if he wanted homework, or he wanted to fuck, anything would do.
kim hongjoong : the one person every girl wanted for themselves, even the professors, the rumours say. the man who everyone thirsted after, along with his very attractive group of intimidating men.
and the fact that you were in a fuck-buddy sort of concept with him, was out of your league, at least to you three weeks back.
an immediate 'ping' from you phone snapped you out from your train of thoughts, hongjoongs message.
kim hongjoong : Is it bad that I’ve only been away for 20 minutes and I’m already thinking about completely ravishing you?
your cheeks flush into a dark shade of crimson before quickly typing back a response to make him equally flustered, you hoped.
y/n : no, not at all.
y/n : in fact, i'd have to stop my strong urge to get down on my knees every time I see you in those leather pants and take your cock down my throat.
you somehow know he's smirking behind the screen and the fact that he knows you're the literal shade of fresh tomato.
kim hongjoong : who knew my pretty girl had such a filthy mouth?
'my pretty girl' : these words had a weird effect on you. he had never called anyone that before.
kim hongjoong : my place in 20.
-
obviously, you had gotten there in less than 20, to have hongjoong dressed in- leather pants, no surprise, with a smug grin on his face.
your demeanour around him had suddenly changed into a more submissive one. he knew his effect on you and used that to push your buttons even more.
"wheres your tongue gone now, princess?" his voice startled you, the scent of his cologne getting stronger. you immediately went on remembering all those times you had tried to talk back to him, where he’s hoisted you up against a door or a wall, or pushed you down against the counter, tightly wrapped a hand around your mouth to keep you quiet, and deliciously slammed his cock up into you? If you focused on those memories, you could remember and almost feel him inside you. The way he’s calmly able to say the filthiest things made your body quake and your panties become even more soaked than they already were.
that’s what you wanted right now. You wanted him to pound into you so hard that you’d a sore, moaning mess.
"baby" he started, turning you around on your heels,"be good for sir, yeah?"
in a matter of moments he had his tongue down your throat, engaging in one of ,those usual messy makeouts. he loved it messy.
he suddenly pulls away, his smirk growing watching his lipstick smeared across your lips. he walks away, seating himself on the couch, hands resting behind his head.
“Angel?” He calls.
“Yeah?” you reply gently from across the couch.
“C’mere”
you shuffle over eagerly like you’d been waiting for the invite. he finds you so warm and soft and unquestioning when he locks his arms around your torso, breathing you in. you gently thread your fingers into his hair, heartbeat fastening as you did.
“so cute, you are.” He says and bites back a gasp when you playfully sink your teeth into the skin beneath his jaw as what he presumes is a “thank you” from you.
“Oh, darling ” He sighs fondly as you nuzzled your nose into his neck, docile like a pleased cat.
he watches you smile all sweet and sleepy, eyes glued shut. he nearly cooes.
“too cute when you smile, makes me want to awfully kiss you” he breathes out.
“Please” you let out, and hongjoong's breathing goes shallow at the sound, all helpless and needy.
“hm? baby wants my kisses?”
One hand tucked behind his neck, cradling his head and the other drawing mindless little shapes on his side, you sit up a bit more, eyeing him with a challenging glimmer in your eyes.
he wasted no time pulling you in, driving his fingers through your hair as gently as he could in the moment to fasten his lips onto yours. you melt onto him, body buzzing and ears ringing and he can feel the desperate shifting of your hips above his crotch as your mouths work deeper and deeper on each other.
“oh angel...” he grunts like it pains him “distracting me... can never think straight when you do this”
you moan cluelessly and plant both hands on either side of his head, against the couch cushion.
“what are you thinking about then, joong?” you ask, prompting him to raise his eyebrows in question. “you’ve got that frown between your eyebrows” you comment, placing your index in the crease “That one.”
He tuts his tongue at you for a moment, smiles chiseling themselves into place. “Nothing,” He says.
“youre very attractive, bun, but you’re also a big liar.” you point out.
“not”
“are.”
“no”
“are”
“No”
“are!”
“I love you.”
“a- wait, what?”
“I love you.” He repeats with eyes still locked on yours and stammering.
He sighs. “sorry, princess, i- i just got nervous seeing you and that pretty dress, and just, you in the past few days- i've never really, felt so... happy. this unknown feeling with you, it's just..something only you can make me feel-”
“love you too” you interrupt, suddenly locking eyes.
“Yeah?” He feels breathless suddenly.
“yeah” you repeat back to him and you take it upon yourself to kiss him, with a wide smile a bit too eagerly , that you bump teeth.
you giggle into the kiss, holding up both hands for a mere moment, and hongjoong quickly recognizes it as an opportunity to grab your hips and flip you over. rarely was he ever this eager, but he had been finding it difficult to breathe with your scent enveloping his senses and you bodies so closely entwined that he could feel the vibrations of your moans in his own chest.
“Baby, may I?” He breathes out, and you nod eagerly, already trying to shimmy out of the pants below him, and he follows next. By the time clothes have piled onto the floor, He whispers something, and you presses your palms flat against the muscles in his back with pathetic attempts to rut your hips against his.
“making a big mess of me, that's what you're good at, hm?” He looks like he’s in pain, but you take a second to admire how terribly ethereal he looks, hair messy and stuck to his forehead, small pants leaving and eyes staring right at you. He raises an eyebrow at you, tapping his index finger onto your bitten lower lip, his irises darkening a couple of hues when you take part of his finger into your mouth.
“so naughty .” He shakes his head. “wheres the pretty princess in the church dress?”
youre just too in awe of him to say anything back because to see him like this- in this very state seems so- lucky. The way he is, and the commanding presence has in a room, the esteem with which he carries himself is a dimension of his personality that completely vanishes around you. In the time between you used each other to get rid of your piled up sexual fantasies and tensions, something sparked. something definitely sparked.
“Got me a good one, don’ I?” He coaxes, gliding his thumb over your clit tortuously slow while she’s shuddering underneath him. “My sweet girl, aren’t you?”
The teasing is getting far too extreme, but you're loving it. and he knows that. so he quickens his movements, angling his hand to follow the rhythm of your hips moving and closely watches every detail of your face contort. all he wants right now is to spread you open and fuck you into the mattress, so deep it makes his spine tingle and his legs numb. The two of you simultaneously exhale when he eases himself inside, inch by inch. He rocks back and forth, just enough to get you riled up even more. He felt a wave of pride wash over him, watching you tremble under him. his loving smile takes over with a smug grin- grunts out in satisfaction at every little whine you releases.
“oh- baby,” He grits out, jaw snapping shut once your walls squeeze around him involuntarily.
“Good?” you squeaks out, an attempt to tease him.
“Yeah ,it’s-’” He falters, and allows his eyes to roll back into his head for a second. “good. so fucking good, baby.” And drops his head onto your shoulder for you to lovingly cradle him between the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. His breath is hot and comes out violent and uneven against you with throaty little moans mixed in between.
Still dizzied by the orgasm brewing inside of him, he manages to flip you over with shaky elbows so that youre seated on his thighs, him still tucked inside of you. He wanted to see you - every little tremor and twitch of your body. “oh baby, so so pretty like this". He secures his grip on your hips with hands warm and possessive against your skin, and manoeuvring across the expanse of your back, worshipping every detail of you. It’s like he can’t get enough of you. He’s pulsing and sensitive as youre sinking onto him, and his hips propel themselves upward to get more of the pleasure surging around inside his body.
“Fuck me, darling. How’d I get so lucky to have such a pretty girl at the end of my cock like this, hm?”
you only whimper pathetically in response, determined to find the rhythm that will make the two of you see stars. His nostrils flare when you deliver a particularly harsh roll of your hips and groans desperately, reaching for your thighs to keep you steady, knowing he’ll finish too soon if you keep it up. His fingers find your clit, sloppily working on, until the ecstasy has you shuddering so hard, whispering pure filth into your esrs.
"wanna fill you up baby, wanna make it drip down your thigh”
“hood girl. baby, right there, taking all of me, so pretty”
And once you finally let go, it’s nearly blinding. White-hot tremors of satisfaction absolutely wrack your body, all of your energy leaving you. he can feel it too, and it’s devastating. He’s trying so hard to hold off his own - knowing he wouldn’t be able to watch you if he didn’t.
“thats my girl…” He mutters sweet praises into your ear over and over, voice sounding drunken and slurred as his orgasm stirs. “slut, wanting to get stuffed full, how cute”
“joong, baby, gonna cum for me?” He can faintly hear you in his ear. “Make me yours?”
“Mine.” He reiterates, cock beginning to spasm as you cruelly work faster on him."all mine"
“gonna cum - fuck” He swears, so you pull out all the stops, grinding against him skillfully and tugging at his hair until he cries out. He guided your hips with his hot palms and long fingers splayed out along your thighs. “Oh, darling.”
“Wanna feel you, please” you respond, swiping a thumb over his browbone so he’ll open up his eyes to gaze into you. And if that hadn’t done him in, he’s a dead man when you sigh and soften your eyes at him. your movements became a bit more languid, stretching out his orgasm and punctuating it with a whispered “Love you”
“oh, angel. Love you much. so pretty, all mine” He cries out, holding you impossibly tight to his chest as he empties inside of you. Once he starts he can’t stop, whining and writhing shamelessly with every intent to fill you with everything he’s got. his arms going limp on top of you as he’s slurring through countless curses and praises. “so good, sweetheart. Made for me.”
“Oh, sweetheart. None of that now. Breathe with me, yeah?” He cooes, toying with the ends of your hair and you prop yourself up, blinking the wetness away as you laugh incredulously at yourself, and him.
The two of you manage to synchronize your breathing patterns, smiling against the other’s skin as you drift off. hongjoongs head is buzzing with the words “i love you, i love you, i love you” whirling around inside it, and he hums contently when he can almost barely hearing you say “i love you” back into his neck like you could read his mind.
the story was amazing and i didn’t want it to end.. ever. you’re so great for this, thank u<3
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oh hello, it's been a long time since we talked 🥺 i can never take making a reader cry as a bad thing, in fact it is an achievement lol i'm glad you enjoyed it <3
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