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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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Characters: Academic Rival! Ren @14dayswithyou x reader

Okay, but I have been an academic rivals to lovers stan for far too long, y’all don’t understand…

So like, this au would totally have redacted still the same as Canon! Redacted, he’d just be like… more open to the MC? And it’d be in an academic setting??? Like he developed some self-esteem solutions and got more confident in being himself, still having subtle mannerisms of character traits you enjoyed… but more him

Like… he went to therapy so he could be better for you before you even knew him, cause you said some bullshit like they were no good looking guys in the world who didn’t have therapy, cause there’s nothing hotter than a mentally stable guy. (i mean, you’re all here because you love a stable guy, right… ;] )

But yeah, now you just know him as that snarky ass, dark-haired with pink tips ‘genius’ in your university ‘psychology in modern media’ class.

Warnings and whatnot: lolol NSFW implications so minors DNI, a decent amount of swearing on my part, I'd say?

Another flawless assignment completed for you. Whoo! It was a nice day to be smart!

To be fair, you had pored over that goddamn presentation for hours before going to sleep, so if you hadn’t done well, you probably would’ve bust a pipe over some unlucky guy’s head.

You grinned seeing the big 95 on your paper. You spent so long detailing the moral complications between the character relationships as you gutted the root problems for each of the character flaws and how that showed in their bonds with others.

Unfortunately, you had the (dis)pleasure of being seated to [REDACTED], the class self-proclaimed genius.

God, you hated him.

You were pretty sure you hated him more because he was so stupidly hot. You could clearly see his chiseled stone abs when he wore those clingy, black compression shirts! And paired with gray fucking sweatpants?

He knew what he was doing… And it was to mess up your game!

I mean, seriously, what was the lecturer doing, seating you next to this second coming of Michelangelo?! It’s almost like she had something personal against you!

(the lecturer was in fact, very for the both of you getting together. You both were smart, maybe you’d find a way to increase [REDACTED]’s grades…)

You never noticed him all that much in the beginning of the year. He brooded in his own corner, never noticed by anyone in those dumb black baggy hoodies.

But the minute he sat next to you, all of a sudden he realized he was hot stuff???

Okay, sure there, bro. He needed to chill out.

All of a sudden, he went from a lonely loser, to some hot genius within like the span of a day.

You didn’t get it.

But to be fair, you didn’t remember telling your good friend Moth how you started having things for hot but smart guys and guys who could actually stand a battle of wits… But that was for [REDACTED] to remember, and you to forget.

He leaned over your shoulder, a lazy smirk gracing his features. “95, not bad, angel.”

Agh! That stupid nickname! It was supposed to be something intimate, something reserved for lovers and such, but he insisted on using it to berate your grades!

He slid his paper over with a big 96 on it. “But not good enough.”

Of course. He had to have known that he was doing an in depth character analysis on the teachers favorite character and played to all the teachers preferences in the character and was spouting self-servient bullshit!

…But his presentation was well done, you had to admit. Normal people wouldn’t notice because you pay an unhealthy amount to any flaws in his looks, but he must’ve studied hard, he had huge eyebags during his presentation…

How would you know it’s because he thought your frustrated face was so cute when you kept thinking of ideas for your presentation that he completely forgot he had to impress the teacher to impress you?

Honestly, [REDACTED] cared more that he was on your mind in any way, even if that was because he acted like a ‘suck-up’ because he was too busy watching you.

“Hope you haven’t forgotten the many times I’ve beaten you academically, [REDACTED]. Or are you losing your memory because you’ve been sitting with a godsend this whole time? Sorry, didn’t mean for my heavenly powers to warp with your memory.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Then, you’re sure living up to your title, angel.” He snorted and went back to looking towards the front before muttering something under his breath. “...But your presentation was good, dork.”

In shock at the compliment, you stood there with your mouth open.

He glanced back over at you, “What? Is it so hard to believe that you did well on our midterm presentation?” he huffed to himself in disbelief before a grin made its way to his face. “Sitting there with your mouth open? It’s like you want someone to kiss that dumb look off your face.”

He thought the comment would shake you out of your stupor, make you come back with a feisty comment.

But no, you sat there, thinking about all the implications of that statement. …What if he kissed you? But he has so many piercings… He has a tongue piercing, snakebites, honestly, your mouth would feel like a jewelry store with the amount of silver in it…

But he looked like a fuckboy, would he be good at kissing?

Wait, hold up, no, no, no. Dude, you gotta remember…

He was a loser up until now.

If that’s the way he’d been his whole life, he’s probably never even kis—

And if that realization wasn’t enough for you to drop your jaw, nothing ever would.

[REDACTED] could only stare at you in mild surprise as your mouth opened… even more. He slowly blinked at you, a mock-scandalized look on his face, “What, you really want someone to kiss you that bad? You volunteering to be kissed, angel?”

You immediately let go all thoughts of kissing that gorgeous jerk in favor of heat rising to your face, “Nope. I’m good.”

He pushed and prodded a little more, “What, you never kissed anyone before?” He actually wasn’t quite sure. The early years when he didn’t know how to hack anything and couldn’t follow you were blank spaces in your life to him.

You muttered a curse under your breath and turned away from him without denying his question.

Although you couldn’t see it, his whole face lit up with hope. Oh, he was going to be your first kiss! He couldn’t wait! He internallly coughed at his eagerness.

He had to court you first before the two of you could become anything.

He looked back at your lecturer who had been picking on students who had to read out full paragraphs of their analysis on a TV Show that followed the messy plot of a coming of age, romance drama.

And also, clearly, leaving the two of you alone. He hushedly whispered to you, “Wait, are you serious, angel?”

You grumbled into the palm of your hand before slowly turning to him, “unfortunately… yes. I haven’t kissed anyone yet. But turns out this university is full of jerks and dumbasses…”

You paused. Well, maybe not all jerks and dumbasses. “Guess there’s a couple guys in the music department that are cool.”

Murder flashed through [REDACTED]’s mind thinking of you asking them out before putting on a strained smile, “So where do I fit in, hm?”

“I dunno…” You hadn’t put too much thought towards [REDACTED]. Sure, he was hot. But he was kind of a prick.

But he did respect your gender identity…

And he never went too far, making sure he didn’t cross any lines or boundaries…

And he gave you that academic rival that you’d been search―

…Oh my god.

He was your academic rival.

You loved rivals to lovers… Was this a sign? You got a hot rival, who respects you, your boundaries, your intellect and he was hot?!

Okay, maybe you had dreamed about him on a couple of weird occasions, but dreams don’t mean anything!

Is what you would say if you were in denial.

Oh dear, did you like him?!

You gave him a quick once over, looking at all the piercings on his ears and face as your eyes trailed to his shirt which clung tightly to his skin, all defined abs and muscles on display.

Hold up! Were those body cutouts on his top around his hips that you saw?! Fuck, those were hot…

Your eyes trailed a little bit lower to his pants… and shit, he was packing… There was no way in hell he was allowed to be that big, in height and in… length.

Ugh, your thoughts made you shudder a little. No way you were thirsting over a guy you were just fighting.

…But it wouldn’t be the first time, that’s for sure…

Okay, so maybe you had not-so-subtly eyed your seatmate like he was a piece of meat.

But he enjoyed the attention! He loved you drinking him up like he was just a pretty thing. But he was your pretty thing… Some random girls keep trying to ask him out, but he doesn’t want them. He wants you. But most importantly, he wants you to want him too.

“What, cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He teased, using something other than angel as a nickname.

“Wh-Whatever, [REDACTED]. Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and took your attention off of him before whispering something under your breath.

“Angel, you gotta speak up.”

You grimaced, “I guess you go into the alright department. Luckily for you, you’re the only one there. You seem to be the only one I know who’s cool enough to handle me around here.”

He blinked, looking at you in subtle reverence, “A whole department for me, angel? Thank you.” He laced it with an edge of sarcasm but internally, he couldn’t have been more happy.

He was the only one there that you tolerated! The only one you liked.

You. Chose. Him.

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starbuckie · 2 years

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

challenge: the sweethearts diner 1k writing challenge by @bemine-bucky

prompt: “be still my beating vagina” from mamma mia: here we go again with a side of enemies to lovers

pairing: college!chris beck x reader

words: 3.5k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (sixty-nine, oral ig), enemies to lovers (kinda), benefits-only kinda situation, chris is kinda in love with u (hooray), academic rivals, fetal pigs

summary: good god, chris beck pisses you off, with his ass-kissing good grades and dorky fucking glasses, but you’ve never had a better time in the sheets than when you were riding the soul out of him (and he could say the same).

a/n: this was not proofread, but my dear savannah, i am so glad that i get to celebrate this challenge with you!! a thousand followers is fucking huge- and now you have even more and rightfully so, you talented, talented writer you. i also added a little constance and charles blackwood, i thought it make it a little more fun. i love my dear space boy and i will always love writing for him, so i hope you all enjoy!! <33

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“Be still my beating vagina,” your roommate whispered from across the table. Constance was a quiet girl, shy and very much the girl next door, but whenever the two of you sat alone the woman was nothing short of absolutely raunchy. She took pleasure in finding men and women alike across campus that she found attractive and commenting about it in some odd way of hers.

The day’s winter lunch in one of the Yale cafeterias seemed to center around a certain studious, infuriatingly intelligent, bright-eyed boy.

“Ah, that’s butthole Beck,” you grinned, “I have him in nearly all my classes.”

“Pre-med?”

“Yup.”

“You don't like him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Makes sense. All you pre-med students are righteous pricks.”

“Rude,” you nudged her elbow with the end of your fork and she stuck her tongue out at you. “I went to highschool with him, the man’s a dick. And in class, God, you’d think the little asshole was quiet as a mouse, but once he opens his mouth, he just goes on and on about this and that...”

The two of you watched as Chris Beck, the king of loners and top student in your Organic Chem class, slowly stumbled over his own shoelaces with a bowl of soup in his hands. His infamous navy blue glasses sat crooked on the tip of his sharp nose and honestly, the NASA hoodie he wore looked comfy. Or made him look comfy. You couldn’t tell which.

“Shame,” Connie delicately placed her napkin in her lap and flattened it out. “He’s a real looker. Bet under all those snuggly close he’s got a huge dick and cut abs.”

A half-laugh choked its way out of your throat as you hit your chest and begged lettuce not to fly out. While you coughed into your elbow you saw a multitude of kids look in your way, concerned about the fit you were sent into- but you were only focused on the blue-eyed boy, who only looked pissed off by your existence at first.

But then he winked at you, and that irrational anger you held towards him melted into a big pool of warm, goopy chocolate. His eyes held a certain fiery lust in them, and maybe that was another reason you hated him. He was really fucking hot. And he was the one person stopping you from becoming your year’s valedictorian. Damn Chris Beck.

This side of him stayed near invisible to the public eye, but you knew it. Oh, you knew it all too well. Even though you stayed enemies in the views of your teachers and fellow classmates, the finest written academic rivals of all time, there was a simple, mutual attraction. Even when he used you as a scapegoat when he so clearly messed up on dissecting the fetal pig in Biology. He just threw you under the bus, and Professor Calhoun taking points off of that lab only started what you liked to call the Blame Game.

It had been all you had known since then. So you rolled your eyes at him.

You forced yourself away from his silent, heat-filled gaze and turned your attention back to your friend. “Constance Blackwood, I forgot how much of a pervert you are.”

She snorted and took a sip of her clam chowder. “Can’t help it, when I see a hot person I must comment.”

“I’ve noticed.” You retorted. From the side of your eye, you subconsciously looked for him, but he wasn’t there. The clumsy smartass must have finished his teasing for the day. You took a sigh and continued to eat your salad. “Your cousin Charles though, now he is hot. I swear to God, at your birthday last year when he wore that yellow shirt with his hair like that? Fucking sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

“Y/N, he’s like ten years older than you; he has his own goddamn memorial photo in the school of finance.” Constance admonished.

‘’Course, darling Connie, that only makes him hotter.” You let out nothing short of a cackle when she balled up her paper napkin and tossed it at you. “Ouch-”

Someone bumped into you from your right side, walking so quickly that they didn’t even apologize. Constance jumped slightly, as if the person had run into her rather than you. “How uncivilized!” She grunted. “You’d think with a ton of these high-class propers they’d have some manners as well.”

You weren’t as fazed by it all. Your back turned against your friend, only to catch a glimpse of the person who so rudely bumped into you. Their hood was pulled over their head, and it was a classic outfit; dark wash jeans and a grey hoodie, but that was exactly what caught your eye.

The little NASA rocket ship on the left arm of the sweatshirt.

You only had to knock one before the white-painted door opened up before you. Two strong hands manhandled you into a dim-lit dorm as you stumbled over your own feet. The door slammed shut behind you, and by the time you realized that, you were being shoved up against a row of coat hooks by none other than Christopher Beck.

“Gee, Chris, you really know how to treat a woman.” You smirked. Chris’ face was only a few good centimeters from your own, mint rolling off his warm breath from the gum he’d probably just popped into his mouth. He changed it out every twenty minutes or so. His bare arms caged you in an uncomfortable position, with your own pressed to your chest. “Y’know, the literal throwing me into your room makes it less subtle than you think it is. Also I brought you cookies. It’s only the dough, but it’s the good Christmas cut up ones that have reindeers on them.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, backing up. It took all your strength to not look down at his cut abs, because, well Constance was right in her suspicions. You just didn’t want to confirm them. Out of possession or hatred you weren’t sure. “So, Charles Blackwood, huh?”

He’d already walked off to his desk with the Safeway bag you handed him, but you were curious. “What?”

He started placing it all, that organized man: the canned soups in the top right cabinet and the Nestle cookie dough in the mini fridge by his feet. “Charles Blackwood. Heard you and, uh, Constance talkin’ about him earlier. He’s a bit old for you, don't you think?”

“That why you so rudely bumped into me earlier? You’re jealous?” You chuckled and kicked off your slippers before walking over to where he stood in front of his single desk. He grunted in frustration, but gave no other comment. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Beck, ‘m joking with you. But why does my choice of men concern you? This,” you poked him in his hard, muscly back, “is purely for my pleasure.”

He turned around and grasped your waist. You shivered against his warm skin- it really was freezing in Connecticut- as he grinned devilishly. It was a rare thing, seeing him be so cocky outside of a learning environment, but the science man knew how to get a girl interested. “‘Cause I’m the only guy who can get you off, honey?”

You grasped the back of his hair, the shorter ends of his fluffy hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled him down to your lips for a short kiss. “No, ‘cause you’re the only guy I know at this school who likes calling me mommy.”

“Shut the hell up,” he frowned, shoving his palm into your face as you let out a genuine laugh. “It was one time.”

“Why do you think lettuce goes in your fuckin’ soup cabinet, Chris, it’s a goddamn vegetable. It belongs in the fridge, you animal…” You pushed him aside and stood on the tips of your toes to reach it. While he was smart, he seemed to be nothing more than an idiot when it came to home economics. But then you realized that there were many more store items laying about in the wrong places, and you had to groan. “I swear to God, you may be top of our school but you have absolutely no common sense.”

You turned around with a smile on your face, only for it to fall when you saw Chris, sweatpants thrown off on the ground and his hard cock standing upright. He was needy today- that much was clear when you saw the sheer amount of precome just leaking from his swelling tip. “Oh, we’re- uh, we’re getting right to business today, alright, I can work with that.”

In an instant, you slipped your navy blue Yale crewneck over your head to reveal nothing but your bare chest to the man on the bed. Your nipples hardened in the cool air and you could feel your clit throb at the nearly nonexistent force. You wore only a thin pair of cotton panties under your flannel pants, the kind with the little bow on the front band, the kind that Chris liked to make fun of. It’s a contrast to you, really, they’re much more innocent than you are, is once what he had told you.

It only took a few moments for you to pounce on the bed after you'd thrown your clothes off, the wild goddess within you needing to hop on his dick and ride him until you couldn’t see. “Condom?” You gasped as he grabbed your waist.

“Where they always are, hun.” Your hips swiveled from his hard abdomen for the slightest moment as you leaned over the marble bed table next to the bed, finding a small pile of foil packets, ready to be used. What a great sight for his roommate to see. You tore the package between your teeth quickly and efficiently before loosely fisting his cock.

He was admirable- all eight inches of him in his wet glory, cut and just weeping for you. Image enough to make any girl wet.

You jerked him slowly a few times, relishing in the small, submissive whimpers that arose from his scratchy throat. It gave you pleasure knowing he only did this with you- you had been the one to take his virginity before, you made him so fucking needy and God, it felt like you owned him and in a way it made your heart soar.

Your cold fingers felt like heaven against the hot flesh of skin. It was you that made him blush and feel good and you were the one spreading goosebumps over his body when you finally decided to teasingly roll the latex over him. “Christ, Y/N- feels so good.”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already gonna come?” You grinned, hovering above his meaty thighs. “That’s a little pathetic.”

He whined, his head hitting the back of the wood board. You turned on him, your back facing him and everything, and arched your spine so your ass and dripping cunt laid right in front of his face. But that was when an idea hit you. Something you’d never really done with anyone, less with him, but God, it was hot.

“Actually, I think I wanna try somethin’ else today, Beck.” You slid over his dick (which frustrated him beyond belief), to sit on the v-line of his hips. “We’re not gonna need this today, honey.”

Once again, the chill of your fingers ghosted the condom off of his sensitive length and he choked on another moan. Without another thought you threw it to the ground, and just focused on scooting back across Chris’ chest far enough to mouth his cock.

You must’ve looked nothing short of ruined just staring at his dick, with your knees spread around his torso and your mouth salivating. Your nails ran up and down the small trail of hair leading to it, causing the man beneath you to shiver. “Y/N, please-” he grabbed your hips, pulling your pussy close enough to his mouth that you could feel his breath hitting your soaked entrance. “Please do something, honey,” he pleaded.

Your right hand traced up to the base of his cock and after prodding the head of his dick against your wet lips, you throated him. You moaned at his taste- salty and a little bitter, but it was always good when it was him.

And Chris wasn’t stupid. He’d watched porn, he knew what to do with your pussy laid out in front of his face for him to just feast on. His hands trailed from your hips to the flesh of your thighs, spreading them far enough for slick to come rushing down your skin. His fingers indented into your legs, a pleasure-filled pain to you, and he finally flattened his tongue against your cunt and licked straight from your clit to the top of your hole. His fingers played around with your gentle skin, all the way up to your weeping slit, where he inserted just a thick finger in you and began pumping in and out.

As soon as Chris began eating you out, you let out a high moan, near a scream really, and you grasped for anything to reach onto, finding purchase in his muscular thigh. Once the first contact of ribbed pleasure hit your core, you writhed against his face, grinding your pussy against his mouth and hand.

“Now who’s the impatient one?” You couldn’t see Chris, but you knew that the cocky asshole was just smirking at your need to get off. “You just work on my cock and I’ll make sure you come just fine, honey.”

He gently slapped your clit, causing you to whine with your lips stretched wide around his dick. He shuddered at the vibrations your mouth gave him, only going back to work, finger-fucking your tight hole and making sure that your leaking juices were going nowhere but in his mouth.

It was difficult to bob your head up and down his cock as he ate you out with such skill and efficiency, but you managed to do just that. You made sure to hollow out your throat when your nose hit the skin of his thigh, choking on his dick as soon as you slipped all eight inches of him down your constricted walls.

“F-uck!” Chris practically groaned into your pussy, your legs shaking around his body. “You do that again and ‘m gonna fuckin’ come.”

You teased him with your fingers, softly fondling his heavy sac that was swelling and tightening when you began to jerk him into your mouth again. With the same integrity and need for you, Chris added second and third digits into the mix, stretching out your walls with his long fingers. “Taste so good, sweetheart, smell even better,” he grinned, “could stay here all day.” His lips puckered around your clit, causing you to jolt back even further in his hold. “The best I’ve ever had, I swear to God.”

You had to pull off his cock for a moment, nearly unable to hold back your smile as you just loosely gripped his hard dick.

“You haven’t had any other, honey,” you fingered the tip of his dick before placing a ghostly kiss to the top of it, relishing in the way he nearly shook under you when you did so. “You’re mine, Beck.”

The possession of it all made him feel fuzzy, along with your mix-like ministrations you worked on his body.

Immediately your mouth sunk back down onto him, your velvety throat enclosing him in his aura of pure bliss and hazy vision. His hips lifted up into your mouth, pushing his cock further into the contracted walls holding him in so deep. Neither of you cared how loud you were being anymore- you were so close to coming, nothing else in the world mattered except for what was soon to be him just creaming into your mouth.

But soon enough, your hips began to have a mind of their own and you no longer had control of your body. Like clockwork, you quickened your grinding against his face, his fingers working you until your walls clamped around them. With a high-pitched whine you came on his face as he groaned, Chris’ own hips trying to meet yours in time. He slurped up your slick as it ran from your hole, the absolute ravenous sounds escaping his body making it sound like he hadn’t eaten in months.

As you continued to move against his face, he came too, his dick twitching a final time as ropes of come spurted right down your throat. You hummed around at the taste of him, opening your mouth so you could lay your tongue flat and lick your way up his cock, making sure to not let a drop of creamy liquid go to waste.

Your bubble of hazy fucking cleared, the tunnel vision for only his dick slowly fading as a drowsy spell began to layover your worn body. Legs collapsed from beneath your body and Chris had to pull your tired limbs to the side before he removed his warmth from the mattress, getting up to ensure a little clean up before he went back to you.

“Why have we never done that before?” He panted. His roommate would probably come in later in the morning, so he was courteous enough to toss the discarded and never used condom into the trash can in one smooth toss because he knew the both of you were too tired to be up before nine A.M. His sweatpants laid by the base of the bed and he tugged them on as carelessly as he could with shaking legs before hopping back into the oh-so comforting bed.

“Well,” you grinned, crawling over him to settle on the warm, solid planes of his chest as soon as the blanket was pulled back over you, “if I had known you were gonna enjoy it so much I would’ve introduced it to you before.”

His arms opened up to you as you fell onto his body, scooching up so you were nearly face to face. It was a position for lovers, not for the usual likes of you, but neither of you objected to the intimacy you shared in the moment. “Huh,” he mumbled. “I like doing these things with you.”

You turned your face into the curve of his neck and laughed. “What, having sex? I do too.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. It was a little unexpected, but his warm hand slithered around your waist to your back, his rough fingers tracing soft patterns against your worn out body. The soft breathing of aftersex was the only known shared thing between the two of you- the feelings would only become known later. “Hey, Y/N?”

By then, the rise and fall of his chest and the comforting contact of his naked skin against yours lulled you to sleep, quiet puffs of breath escaping your parted lips as you hummed. “Do you wanna make cookies tomorrow?”

You snorted, nuzzling closer to him. “You askin’ me out, Beck?”

“No,” he chuckled, “You’ll know when I do that. But I’ve got a whole roll of reindeer cookie dough in my fridge and I can’t work an oven.”

The idea was more than appealing. You couldn’t deny the warming in your chest. You and Chris. Warm jumpers, you in his big NASA one despite having your own perfectly good one, making Nestle cookies in the residential kitchens on the third floor of the dorms. It wasn’t normal for the two of you- it sure would seem like a shock to anyone who saw you spending any time together outside of class, smiling too.

“How do you know I can work an oven? Maybe I’ll purposefully burn the cookies just to take my hateful vengeance out on you.” You smiled.

“It’s a bit hard to see you with a hateful vengeance for me after you- y’know.” He crudely gestured behind your back but you could tell what it was, slapping his chest with a short laugh.

“Go to sleep, Chris.”

“I can’t tell if that was a yes or no, Y/N.” He poked the flesh of your hip with his pointer finger.

“Yes, Christopher, I’ll stop you from setting the Yale residential area on fire for a batch of cookies.” You kissed his shoulder and turned your head to the side, trying to hide your near painful smile that seemed ever growing.

“Attagirl,” he grinned, trying to pursue the same thing as you. The last thing he saw was the everlasting image of the two of you kissing in the kitchen before he closed his eyes and let slumber take over him. “Goodnight, Y/N honey.”

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