agirlcandream84

[agirlcandream84]

Imagining Frank saying "let it out sweetheart," when you're ranting about your idiot boss because he secretly likes seeing you get so angry and finds it adorable so he pats his lap for you to sit on when you rage about the asinine thing you had to do today while he rubs big circles on your back and nods at your story until his hand travels lower to rub the swell of your ass and you finally start slowing down your rant and start getting like putty in his arms until you're finally stuffed full of him and gripping onto his neck like you might fall off him as the orgasm tears through you and he's cooing, "let it out sweetheart."

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[agirlcandream84]

😎😎😎

Garden of Glass | Syverson One Shot

Summary: Was Sy keeping secrets just like the rest?  He was about to find out that you’re not a doormat.  

Captain Syverson x Reader (written inclusively) 

Word Count: 1902

Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI.  Smut, Swearing, minor mention of blood, fingering, orgasm, praise 

“What’s gotten you so hot under the collar?” he asks in his southern drawl, exasperation beginning to creep in slightly as he follows you down the hall and into the bedroom.  

“FUCK OFF!” you screech, hurling the nearest pillow at his head.  He dodges it deftly and it thumps the wall behind him.  “I KNOW ABOUT HER” you say with a finger pointed at him accusingly before walking into your closet to peel the shirt and shorts from your body and put on your robe.  You cinch it tightly around your waist and spin on your heel to leave the room.

His hulking form is blocking the doorway, back leaned against the frame and arms crossed over his chest.  

“Move,” you say to his chest, refusing to meet his eye.  

“Sugar” 

“MOVE” you demand, nostrils flared as you give him a small shove with your hands to his crossed forearms.  He moves like an oak tree - a slight sway but his feet remain planted.  You suck cooling air into your nostrils before giving him a kick to the shins – just enough to knock him off guard.  

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[agirlcandream84]

Thank you for doing gods work with your Frank Castle writings. I seriously look forward to them so much!

Omg you’re too kind. Thank you so much for reading them. ❤️❤️❤️

[agirlcandream84]

please why are his pants so high tho

Jon Bernthal spotted playing basketball.

#jon bernthal #frank castle

[agirlcandream84]

Ok but wait ALSO -- it's so fuckin' hot if Frank were pretty much fully clothed (aside from the obvious) and you're just a naked mess in his lap. Like I can barely type that sentence without passing out. He just softened you up so quick that you're nearly begging for it and he's gotta be all, "breathe sweetheart, I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll make sure you get what you need, alright?"

Why am I feral today?

Just thinkin' about Frank just peppering your face in the lightest, softest kisses imaginable-- your cheek, your nose, your chin, your brow -- while his hand grips your chin and his cock is stretching you so wide that your breath is caught in your throat and you're seated in his lap and he pumps into you, cooing at you between kisses how fucking soft and warm and beautiful you are--- his words and lips so gentle but his cock so hard that you're speared in two and he knows it and he's trying his best to slow down at your whimpers but all he wants to do is keep you full and pliable in his arms where you're his good girl.

and and and and ....

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[agirlcandream84]

Just thinkin' about Frank just peppering your face in the lightest, softest kisses imaginable-- your cheek, your nose, your chin, your brow -- while his hand grips your chin and his cock is stretching you so wide that your breath is caught in your throat and you're seated in his lap and he pumps into you, cooing at you between kisses how fucking soft and warm and beautiful you are--- his words and lips so gentle but his cock so hard that you're speared in two and he knows it and he's trying his best to slow down at your whimpers but all he wants to do is keep you full and pliable in his arms where you're his good girl.

and and and and ....

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[agirlcandream84]

oommmggg girl you're too sweet.

you write a lot of boyfriend!frank but how do you think he would be before that/at the beginning of the relationship, who would be the first to ask the other out? do you think frank would be confident in himself or a anxious mess during a first date? would he try to kiss her? and the same when it comes to first sex- confident or rather anxious? love your writing!! 💗

First of all -- thank you! So glad you're enjoying reading. Second -- such great questions! So much to think about.

Ok, so I imagine the relationship not following a typical linear path. In a lot of ways, I sort of envision my Neighbor!Frank stories to be a prelude to Boyfriend!Frank though there are a lot of differences between the two. They're not technically the same "character" but I still envision the relationship starting in a similar way. Meaning, you're in each other's orbits for a long time -- neighbors who rely on each other a lot (more like you relying on him more tho) and in a lot of ways, it's a very intimate, nearly romantic relationship. Frank sort of makes it his job to make sure you're taken care of, even if it is from down the hall. Hauling your packages up to your unit, fixing your jammed window, installing your garbage disposal for you.

And most of the time, he's anticipating your needs before you get a chance to ask him. Like that jammed window-- you worked up the nerve to knock on his door and ask for help and all you say is "Frank, I was wondering if maybe you could--" and he's finishing your sentence with "fix that jammed window? Yeah sweetheart, I saw your curtains blowin' in the breeze last night and knew that window must have been jammed open. Piece-of-shit landlord shouldn't be leaving you in a unit without locked windows" while he's grabbing for his toolbox.

And this goes on for months -- with the moments growing more intimate but still never romantic. Like when he was gone for 9 days straight and you couldn't stop checking the peephole everytime you heard footsteps. On the ninth day, when he finally came home, you barreled out of your apartment door and nearly crashed into his arms mumbling, "was so worried about you Frank. You didn't tell me you were leaving," and he's just rubbing your back and murmuring, "hey hey, I'm here sweetheart. Shit, didn't mean to worry ya -- just had some business I had to do. Hey I'm alright, I'm alright." And it was that moment that Frank decided he wasn't gonna leave you like that again.

Because as far as Frank was concerned, he was gonna stay in your life whether it was romantic or not. You were it for him. He was in it for the long haul. Now he was just gonna give you time for you to realize it too. And that came a few weeks later when a particularly pushy date was at your doorstep, pulling out every excuse in the books to get into your apartment, in the hopes of getting into your pants. He's got one foot in your door, going on and on about how he could really use a coffee and maybe you just could just make him a cup and you're politely declining over and over until you see Frank's door creak open and he casually leans against the frame, arms folded across his broad chest, and asks "everything alright sweetheart?" and the guy just cranes his neck back to say "fuck off buddy." Frank only smirks a bit before he makes eye contact with you and says "Say the word honey," and you just give him a quick nod. Frank is on the guy in two strides, stomping his foot with a sickening crunch and the guy is hunched and howling. Frank leans towards his ear, his arm looped around the guy's bicep as he hauls him upright and says "Apologize-- now" and the guy is spewing I'm sorrys at you as Frank shoves him with a "now get the fuck out of here."

Not a moment later and Frank is back in front of you, a hand cupped to your jaw and a thumb rubbing the skin of your cheek asking if you're ok and "he didn't touch you did he?" You lean into his hand and shake your head no, offering a quiet thank you for his help. You both stay like that a moment, reveling in the closeness. The safety of it. Frank's eyes are searching your face as he asks, "When are you gonna stop wasting your time with these assholes?" He had seen the dates come and go, never lasting more than a few awkward encounters. For a moment, you can't meet his eye but you force a smile and and ask "What asshole should I be wasting my time with?" He lets out a soft chuckle and his other hand lands on the opposite cheek, tilting your face up towards his as he says "this asshole" and guides your lips to his. At first the kiss is slow, tentative. Like he'd be asking permission if his mouth weren't already occupied. He's gauging your comfort but he soon finds confirmation when you let out a small whine as you raise to your tip-toes to deepen the kiss.

Like a powderkeg, Frank hauls you closer to him, guiding your bodies back into your apartment with your lips still locked. You're nearly floating, the strength of Frank's grip carrying you into the bedroom where he lifts you onto the bedroom and undresses you as he kisses along your body, telling you how fucking beautiful you are. And throughout it all you hear Frank's plea-- let me love you, let me love you, let me love you-- in the way Frank fills you up slowly, the way he asks "you ok sweetheart?" every time he draws a whimper from you, the way his hand is soft on your stomach as an orgasm tears through you.

And that was it. Not another moment passed that Frank didn't let you know you were his and he was yours.

Not the most storybook love story but it's how I envision it.

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[agirlcandream84]

I simply love how large men are. What do you mean I'm attracted to an inverted triangle shape with lumps and bumps in places and scratchy hair on their face and hands that don't fit in a Pringles can who evolved to lift heavy things but who aren't particularly flexible?

what do you mean.

#men #amiright

[agirlcandream84]

Do you take requests?? Your writing is amazing!!!

Omg thank you so much! Yes, always interested in requests or prompts. Can't guarantee I'll do every one if it doesn't feel like a fit for my writing but always happy to hear them!

[agirlcandream84]

I am ill, sick, unwell, in love, obsessed, gagged, screaming, crying, throwing up, twirling my hair, kicking my legs, giggling.

OSCAR ISAAC Behind the Scenes of ESQUIRE (2022)

#Oscar Isaac

[agirlcandream84]

This was so lovely.

these final hours

Summary: When your job becomes too overwhelming, Frank decides enough is enough. A brief conversation reveals that things run deeper than he thought.

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His verdict comes down one Sunday evening, breaking you from the melancholic stupor you're well into traversing.

"Alright, that's it."

There's a part of you that wants to protest immediately. It's always the first one to make itself known, because it's the one that feels the most fear. No, you cannot just quit your job, no matter the toll it's taking on you. No matter how many people tell you it's making you fade. No matter how little you stand to gain from keeping it up. Because if you do, then - then -

"Don't look at me like that. I said that's enough. You ain't going tomorrow."

There is, however, another part of you: the one that could cry out in sheer relief just by being presented with an out.

You don't even know what it is, exactly. Everyone has to work who was not born fortunate. People have much harder jobs than you do, and they get paid even less. So many struggle to make ends meet. You have neither the long, nor the short straw. The work is completely average, though perhaps below your capabilities. Definitely below your studies - God knows you're not justifying any of those student loans, save for maybe lots of jobs requiring some kind of degree these days. No, you can't quite grasp where all this melancholia with regard to your job originates.

When you really look at your situation, you have to abstain from getting carried away by overwhelming disappointment over how unjustified all this grief seems. Things could be a hell of a lot worse. People go through things at work that render them suicidal, and here you are, on a Sunday night, sad that you have to wake up for your commute.

"Sweetheart, you gotta talk to me. Alright? Can't handle seein' you like this. Nothin's worth it, you hear me? Ain't a goddamn thing in this world worth what this shit does to you."

Frank's hand on your knee makes you immediately tense up. It's instantaneous sensory overload from a simple touch and you can't explain it. It bothers you that you can't explain because it's another thing that's wrong with you. Another overreaction to an inoffensive event.

Before you can move away or even just barely take a breath, the warmth of his skin disappears. You hate the relief that washes over you. Who feels better when someone they love stops being affectionate? You, apparently. Always against the grain.

"You know I'm not making you do anything. Yeah? Need to hear that you know that."

A nod is what you manage, but eye contact has yet to happen. You theorize that if it were to happen, if you were to see him in this moment of wild vulnerability, you'd probably want to run from him and all else in the world.

"You don't have shit to prove to anyone. You included. Can't try to beat yourself into a mold if that mold's just gonna take away all the best parts of you."

Your chest rattles, and you try to keep your breath from becoming a pained gasp.

"You know, just 'cause I read doesn't mean I'm good with words. That's all you. But I'll say whatever I gotta say to get through. I ain't losin' the woman I love to a fucking job. And I sure as shit ain't letting her believe she's gotta do what the world says she's gotta do. Break herself as many times as she has to just to get approval. Can't do shit with approval, I'll tell you that."

Against all odds, words tumble out of you like a knocked over pot of crayons. Sharpness everywhere.

"I fail at - at everything. I haven't done one thing right my whole life. I quit everything I start. Everything - Frank, I can't st-"

An involuntary sob rips straight from your heart.

"I can't stand myself. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of my days not belonging to me. I'm tired of getting nowhere. I'm tired of not having any good reason to be like this. Every day I have to know, I have to wake up and go to sleep and never stop knowing that I am the way that I am. And I wish something would just happen so I don't have to keep-"

It stops. The flow of words you've never said out loud, even to yourself, stops dead. The silence floods the remaining space without delay but it, too, does so fruitlessly.

Frank has heard enough. Enough to know exactly what you've sworn you would protect him from.

"Will you look at me?"

The softest plea. You don't think you've ever witnessed it.

"Need to see it. Yeah? I need to see it in your eyes, what you just said. And then we'll figure it out. But I need to know, sweetheart. Because if I gotta protect you from your own mind, Imma be honest with you - I need different gear."

It's a weak attempt at humor, but not completely unsuccessful. Mostly you just know that Frank means every word. And you know, as your gaze meets his at last, that the part of you that always resists outside help has lost some strength. You're not too far gone to be able to admit that your thoughts have been getting bleaker. It's a newness that scares even you, who's been down this path before. Somewhere, it seems a turn arrived that even you weren't aware you'd taken.

But Frank is nothing if not relentless. There is no road he won't track you down on and no path inaccessible to someone of his determination. You can see it in his eyes, along with the subtlest glimmer. You're making him worry, and when Frank worries, he plans. Ten, maybe twenty steps ahead - which is why he locks away your phone with his guns for the night. It's safe to say you won't have an alarm for tomorrow, and the relief that fact brings isn't unaccompanied by guilt. Frank soothes it with promises and his unique brand of realism - you'll get through everything together, as long as you're honest. No more hiding, no more detours.

You're not sure how good you'll be at it, and when you voice the thought to him, Frank doubles down as he pulls the covers back from the bed and you both slip under them.

"You know what being good at therapy looks like?"

You hum your curiosity.

"Not needing relief anymore. Promise to let me know when we get there. Yeah?"

You press your fragile promise into the skin of his cheek, tucking your head below his chin and wrapping as much of your body around him as possible and, for the first time in weeks, drifting off instead of fighting to sleep.

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-fin-

A/N: just a short piece that I hope brings you some comfort if you need it.

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[agirlcandream84]

i can’t stop thinking about frank having a cold, you have infiltrated my brain!!!!!! cause he’s gonna go “don’t worry about it sweetheart, i’ll sweat it out” and i am gonna start making soup and give him puppy eyes until he lets me take care of him

Yes and you're practically begging him to let you take care of him! Literally like "please Frankie," attempting to drag the behemoth man towards the couch, like hauling a solid marble statue, "just lie down. For me? Please?" and he can see it's bothering you so he finally agrees to lie down for your sake more than his own. You're fussing over him, getting kleenex and water and dayquil, getting a blanket to cover him and he's all "Sweetheart, you're gonna tire yourself out. Need you to sit and relax alright? Can you do that f'me?"

Like sir, YOU are the sick one!

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[agirlcandream84]

you write a lot of boyfriend!frank but how do you think he would be before that/at the beginning of the relationship, who would be the first to ask the other out? do you think frank would be confident in himself or a anxious mess during a first date? would he try to kiss her? and the same when it comes to first sex- confident or rather anxious? love your writing!! 💗

First of all -- thank you! So glad you're enjoying reading. Second -- such great questions! So much to think about.

Ok, so I imagine the relationship not following a typical linear path. In a lot of ways, I sort of envision my Neighbor!Frank stories to be a prelude to Boyfriend!Frank though there are a lot of differences between the two. They're not technically the same "character" but I still envision the relationship starting in a similar way. Meaning, you're in each other's orbits for a long time -- neighbors who rely on each other a lot (more like you relying on him more tho) and in a lot of ways, it's a very intimate, nearly romantic relationship. Frank sort of makes it his job to make sure you're taken care of, even if it is from down the hall. Hauling your packages up to your unit, fixing your jammed window, installing your garbage disposal for you.

And most of the time, he's anticipating your needs before you get a chance to ask him. Like that jammed window-- you worked up the nerve to knock on his door and ask for help and all you say is "Frank, I was wondering if maybe you could--" and he's finishing your sentence with "fix that jammed window? Yeah sweetheart, I saw your curtains blowin' in the breeze last night and knew that window must have been jammed open. Piece-of-shit landlord shouldn't be leaving you in a unit without locked windows" while he's grabbing for his toolbox.

And this goes on for months -- with the moments growing more intimate but still never romantic. Like when he was gone for 9 days straight and you couldn't stop checking the peephole everytime you heard footsteps. On the ninth day, when he finally came home, you barreled out of your apartment door and nearly crashed into his arms mumbling, "was so worried about you Frank. You didn't tell me you were leaving," and he's just rubbing your back and murmuring, "hey hey, I'm here sweetheart. Shit, didn't mean to worry ya -- just had some business I had to do. Hey I'm alright, I'm alright." And it was that moment that Frank decided he wasn't gonna leave you like that again.

Because as far as Frank was concerned, he was gonna stay in your life whether it was romantic or not. You were it for him. He was in it for the long haul. Now he was just gonna give you time for you to realize it too. And that came a few weeks later when a particularly pushy date was at your doorstep, pulling out every excuse in the books to get into your apartment, in the hopes of getting into your pants. He's got one foot in your door, going on and on about how he could really use a coffee and maybe you just could just make him a cup and you're politely declining over and over until you see Frank's door creak open and he casually leans against the frame, arms folded across his broad chest, and asks "everything alright sweetheart?" and the guy just cranes his neck back to say "fuck off buddy." Frank only smirks a bit before he makes eye contact with you and says "Say the word honey," and you just give him a quick nod. Frank is on the guy in two strides, stomping his foot with a sickening crunch and the guy is hunched and howling. Frank leans towards his ear, his arm looped around the guy's bicep as he hauls him upright and says "Apologize-- now" and the guy is spewing I'm sorrys at you as Frank shoves him with a "now get the fuck out of here."

Not a moment later and Frank is back in front of you, a hand cupped to your jaw and a thumb rubbing the skin of your cheek asking if you're ok and "he didn't touch you did he?" You lean into his hand and shake your head no, offering a quiet thank you for his help. You both stay like that a moment, reveling in the closeness. The safety of it. Frank's eyes are searching your face as he asks, "When are you gonna stop wasting your time with these assholes?" He had seen the dates come and go, never lasting more than a few awkward encounters. For a moment, you can't meet his eye but you force a smile and and ask "What asshole should I be wasting my time with?" He lets out a soft chuckle and his other hand lands on the opposite cheek, tilting your face up towards his as he says "this asshole" and guides your lips to his. At first the kiss is slow, tentative. Like he'd be asking permission if his mouth weren't already occupied. He's gauging your comfort but he soon finds confirmation when you let out a small whine as you raise to your tip-toes to deepen the kiss.

Like a powderkeg, Frank hauls you closer to him, guiding your bodies back into your apartment with your lips still locked. You're nearly floating, the strength of Frank's grip carrying you into the bedroom where he lifts you onto the bedroom and undresses you as he kisses along your body, telling you how fucking beautiful you are. And throughout it all you hear Frank's plea-- let me love you, let me love you, let me love you-- in the way Frank fills you up slowly, the way he asks "you ok sweetheart?" every time he draws a whimper from you, the way his hand is soft on your stomach as an orgasm tears through you.

And that was it. Not another moment passed that Frank didn't let you know you were his and he was yours.

Not the most storybook love story but it's how I envision it.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfic #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle smut #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle fluff

[agirlcandream84]

Lmao yes! To Frank- simply sleeping is weakness lol.

But a physically vulnerable Frank is so adorable because it’s access to him in a different way. Ultimately he always gives in to your pleas to make him rest because he doesn’t wanna see you upset and fussin’ over him.

The little ficlet about Frank being protective when you get injured is so sweet and it’s making me chuckle because I know this man would not admit that he was injured or sick. He’d act completely differently if it was him that needed to rest 🤣

Oh god no- never! He will have a whole ass shard of glass sticking out of his knuckle and you’re screeching over it and spastically trying to clean the wound and get it out and he’s all “hey hey. Take a breath. You’re gonna get your pretty shirt all messy with the blood. Why don’t ya go change and come back alright?” — actually soothing YOU over his injury. Once he’s all cleaned up he’s checking in on you through the evening cuz he knew how much the whole thing stressed you out.

When Frank has a head cold he’s a real “mind over matter” guy— he just tells himself it’s all in his head and if he spends a few extra minutes in the gym he’ll sweat it out. You’re fussing over him, begging the guy to just take a damn nap and sip some Theraflu but he’s all “nah sweetheart, hate that shit. Can’t stay sharp then” but meanwhile he’s sniffling and accidentally falling asleep in the chair while you’re fixing dinner. You FINALLY coax the man to bed early and he tries to get frisky to prove he’s fine! He’s squeezing your ass and tugging you on top of him and you’re literally swatting his hand away and threatening to drug him.

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[agirlcandream84]

Why is it so hot when a man always has cash on him? Feels so old-fashioned. It's not about having money, it's about being prepared. When my husband hands me $20 so I can tip for my nail appointment it makes me wanna giggle and twirl my hair.

To me, this is Frank Castle behavior.

#frank castle

[agirlcandream84]

The little ficlet about Frank being protective when you get injured is so sweet and it’s making me chuckle because I know this man would not admit that he was injured or sick. He’d act completely differently if it was him that needed to rest 🤣

Oh god no- never! He will have a whole ass shard of glass sticking out of his knuckle and you’re screeching over it and spastically trying to clean the wound and get it out and he’s all “hey hey. Take a breath. You’re gonna get your pretty shirt all messy with the blood. Why don’t ya go change and come back alright?” — actually soothing YOU over his injury. Once he’s all cleaned up he’s checking in on you through the evening cuz he knew how much the whole thing stressed you out.

When Frank has a head cold he’s a real “mind over matter” guy— he just tells himself it’s all in his head and if he spends a few extra minutes in the gym he’ll sweat it out. You’re fussing over him, begging the guy to just take a damn nap and sip some Theraflu but he’s all “nah sweetheart, hate that shit. Can’t stay sharp then” but meanwhile he’s sniffling and accidentally falling asleep in the chair while you’re fixing dinner. You FINALLY coax the man to bed early and he tries to get frisky to prove he’s fine! He’s squeezing your ass and tugging you on top of him and you’re literally swatting his hand away and threatening to drug him.

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[agirlcandream84]

Can’t say that about many men!

hi!! i literally can’t get your last frank hc post out of my head!! the one where he’s fussing over you having a little scrape or a scratch OMG

Because he so would! As far as murderers go, he's actually a nurturer! You have so much as a splinter as he's at you with a pair of tweezers, your hand cupped in his as he furrows his brows and works at the skin muttering, "Hold still for two damn seconds sweetheart. I know it doesn't feel good but it could get infected."

And you're not even the needy type about it. You've been independent since you've been a kid so you're used to a little struggle now and then so when you try to lug a chair you found at the thrift store up three flights of stairs, he's pissed as hell and stompin' down the steps towards you like "You're gonna break a fuckin' ankle. You call me when you need help, understand?" He easily grabs the chair with one hand and assesses you saying, "See, ya got a bruise on your arm where you were lifting it. Go sit on the couch sweetheart and I'll grab the ice pack."

And if you were actually injured?! Then he loses all the sass and is just concerned about you. Like when you were moving one of his enormously heavy kettlebells out of the way and dropped one on your foot. You let loose a scream and felt to the ground clutching your foot. Frank is there in 3 seconds flat, kneeling beside you with, "Shssh ssshhh honey. S'ok. Lemme take a look yeah?" before assessing your foot and then easily scooping you up and carrying you the whole damn way to the car where he promptly ignores all the laws of traffic to get you to an ER for an X-ray. For the next 6 weeks he's basically your nurse-- fluffing the pillows, refilling your water, having Curtis stop by when he's not around. You actually have to beg Frank just to let you go to the damn bathroom by yourself because otherwise he's your human crutch at all times. You make to stand up from the couch and he's all "hey hey hey, easy. Whadya need? I got it sweetheart"

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