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Five Times You Flirted With Wrecker, And The Time He Flirted Back - Ch 6

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Author's Note: Final chapter! I hope you enjoyed my silly snapshot fic that was a blatant excuse to write a ton of thinly strung together fluff and some smut.

Summary: Of course out of all the clones in the galaxy to fall head over heels in love with, you pick the one that just thinks you’re doing a flip.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Story-wide Warnings: This chapter is NSFW, Fluff, Shy!Reader, Friends to lovers, Awkward flirting, Pining, one instance of a drunk clone being a little pushy but nothing extreme, Reader is too shy and Wrecker is too oblivious, Reader is vaguely one or twice described as being ‘nerdy’ but no details, Size difference, Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex, Vaginal fingering,

Word count: 5399

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"Wrecker; Stop it. I can hear you thinking."

Wrecker leans up just enough to look across the room at Hunter, who has his face pressed into the pillow while laying flat on his stomach.

"Sorry."

Hunter doesn't respond, so Wrecker lies back again. The room is silent, apart from the humming of the climate controls, and someone thunking around in the barracks adjacent to them. He tries to stop tapping his foot or making any of the motions he’d been previously, that had tipped Hunter off that he was still awake.

It's after a long night at 79's that had continued after you'd left that Wrecker is now stuck in his bunk, the blankets wrinkled underneath him and he stares up at the ceiling above his head. One hand cradles the back of his own head, while his face twitches in various emotions as he goes through his own thoughts. Gods know he has plenty of them at the moment.

Wrecker hated the way that reg had talked to you. At you, more like. From what he had managed to overhear, it just seemed like he and his squadmates wanted a warm body to sit in the booth with them all. They just wanted someone to gawk at, and were too drunk to think of anything else.

You're so sweet and kind, you deserve someone that'll treat you like such. Someone like that reg should be lightyears away from you; And you should be talking to him instead. He knows it’s impossible, and that he shouldn’t, but he just can't help but be greedy when it comes to you. He steals every spot closest to you to sit down in, bribes Hunter or Crosshair for their portion of the veg he knows you like so he can give it to you and watch the way you smile and thank him. Every spare moment you have he wants, he wants to gather every single glance you take and song you hum and keep them all to himself. He still has one of them stuck in his head, humming to himself.

You're his smart girl, and even if he knows that Tech is technically smarter in every way, you two are nothing alike. He probably wouldn't like you nearly as much if you were. You don't talk to him like he's stupid; You say every word with that sweet little smile as you explain to him the things you love, or what you know about the things he loves. The moment you asked him to show you how a detonator worked, you two were fumbling around together for hours.

He wants to hold your hand, kiss your cheek, your mouth; Do so many more things that keep him awake in the middle of the night.

Wrecker knows how love is supposed to feel, despite the Kaminoan’s stifling, and he knows he's in love with you. He's so in love with you it hurts; It feels like falling off a cliff but if this is what falling actually felt like, he wouldn't mind taking a dive.

He just doesn't know how to say it. Tech isn't any help; These aren't the kinds of words he's good at. You're probably good at them. You could probably tell him a million different ways to say it and still have some to spare, and he imagines each of them falling from your soft lips like a-

"Alright,"

Wrecker perks up at hearing Hunter's voice again, looking over to see him throwing his legs off the side of his bunk. That catches Crosshair and Tech's attention too; Crosshair leaning outward to look around the bunk divider at Hunter while Tech rubs his eyes and tries to find his goggles. Echo’s already been awake for awhile at this point, so he's already alert when thing start shuffling around.

"Tomorrow is still shore leave, right?" Tech is pulling on his googles, adjusting them as he speaks.

"Yes; Until 20:00 Coruscant standard time." With that information, Hunter looks at Wrecker and points.

"Get up."

Wrecker leans up in his bunk, sliding his legs off the side but not standing yet.

"W- What?" Hunter points towards the door.

"Get up, get your things, and go to her. This whole thing between you two has gone on long enough,” Wrecker’s speaks over him for a moment, “Thing?” But Hunter doesn’t acknowledge it. “It’s getting ridiculous." Wrecker leans forward hands on his thighs, feeling under the spotlight with how his brothers are looking at him.

"And do what?! It's the middle of the night!"

Crosshair slips fully off his bunk, feet softly hitting the ground. Only in his blacks his short grey hair is cooky and flattened in odd places; The closest one with such short hair could get to bedhead.

"Here's what you do: You go there, and you kiss her.” Crosshair makes an amused ‘tch’ sound while leaning against the wall. “Or you just tell her you don’t like her and to stop getting her hopes up." The ladder half of his sentence has Wrecker instantly to his feet, yelling far louder than he really should be this late at night. The troopers next door can probably hear him.

"Like hell I’d say that!" Crosshair rolls his eyes.

"Well then you have your answer to your question now, don't you?"

Wrecker does; He always had, and so grabbing his armor he pulls on enough of it on, quickly gathering it up as Echo rubs his sleepy face and mutters.

"Is any part of your guy's lives that is not a mess?"

Hunter responds, though Wrecker doesn't hear it because he races out of the barracks, leaving the rest of them to finally be able to sleep. At least Hunter. How he manages to sneak out isn’t their problem for the rest of the night, unless he ends up in the brig again.

Sleep is nice, especially when you can get it with the knowledge that you can oversleep in the next morning. At least unless something comes up, that is.

Though the thing that ends up coming up isn't a call from your boss or some sort of other nonsense, nor is it when you'd expected it to be; As a sudden whamming on your door retches you from your sleep enough for you to yelp. When it doesn't stop, you quickly slip from under the covers and grab the robe that’s laying on the end of your bed, nearly stumbling as your blankets tangle around your legs before rushing to the door. You try to avoid stomping towards it, but you really can’t help but clench your fists as you approach.

"What is the deal?! You couldn’t wait till-" You press the panel to unlock and slide open the door, only to be face to face with-

"Wrecker?”

You can almost see the way the bump on his throat bobs as he swallows, silhouette overtaking most of your doorway.

“What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!" He almost seems to shy away from you for a moment, standing tall with his fist still partly raised from knocking.

"I uh, I had something I wanted to say."

He almost looks shy, you think, his eyes glancing at you before looking away and smushing his lips together nervously.

You can never say no to him, not that you were planning on it to begin with.

“Here; Come in before someone figures out who made all that noise.” Stepping out of the way you let him inside, closing the door and locking it behind him. You hope you don't get a noise complaint from your neighbors in the morning, however, given how loud he’d knocked.

As he passes by, you attempt to adjust the way your robe is laying over your night clothes, the lights from the Coruscant skyline bleeding through your windows illuminating the both of you. There’s a pretty good chance you know the reason why he’s here, covering your mouth to yawn before you speak.

“If it’s about earlier at 79’s, I promise that trooper didn’t hurt my feelings or anything, if you’re still worried.” Wrecker shakes his head, stepping closer to you.

“Nah, that’s not it.” You figured that would be it, so his sudden appearance stumps you. There hasn’t been anything else worth racing to someone in the middle of the night to get to, at least that you know of.

"So if that isn’t it, then what did you want to say?"

Wrecker is quiet for a moment, muttering and rubbing the back of his neck.

Either kiss her, or tell her you don’t like her.

Suddenly he steps forward and leans down, cupping his large hands around your face and yanking you to him. His lips press against your own, noses colliding as your hands raise up with no idea where to land. Before you managed to remove them from being frozen in the air, Wrecker pulls away from you and mutters:

"I... I really like ya. A lot."

That's certainly a way to put it.

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you try and figure out what you could possibly say back to him. You have to say something, the way he’s looking at you is so expectant.

Yes! Yes yes yes yes!

The words don't come to mind, not any that will really matter, so you just settle for kissing him again, and hoping it gets the point across.

It certainly seems to, if the way his hands tighten around your face are any indicator. Your arms wrap around his neck as if to pull him almost impossibly closer, making up for the uncountable number amount of times you've wanted to feel this. It had just been building up and building up to the point that one day you might've just shouted it at him, and ran away from the consequences.

But you didn't have to do that anymore, you had him right here.

He pulls away from a moment to catch his breath, and your lips try to follow him. You already miss him; He isn't even gone yet but you know he will be, and you just don't know when or for how long.

"Please don't tell me you have to leave now." You whisper it against his lips so quietly you almost don't hear yourself say it, but thankfully Wrecker does.

"Why?" You lean back just enough to stare at him with a shocked expression, your hands gripping his armor tight.

"You weren't seriously going to kiss me like that and then just leave, were you?" Wrecker's hands leave your face, and instead rest on your waist.

"You want me to stay the night?" You nearly yell at him."Yes!"

Wrecker almost lets out a laugh at how dramatic your voice sounds, but instead of doing so, his hands drift downwards to cup your ass and easily lift you off the ground. You let out a squeal you have to quickly cut off, wrapping your arms around Wrecker's neck and your legs around his waist. It’s not like he’d dare let you fall, but it’s still a force of habit.

Now at a much more even height with him you can easily kiss his cheek, moving inward towards his lips as you mutter against his skin where to go.

"The second door," You have to turn one of your feet inward tot avoid hitting it against the doorway as he squeezes into your bedroom, carrying you like you way absolutely nothing at all. He sets you down onto the bed with a gentle toss, watching the way you bounce onto it before laying splayed out on your back.

It's not much of a secret to admit you've had more than a few dreams about him manhandling you, but it's something else entirely to have him actually do so.

The fabrics of your nightdress and robe flow around you, thighs pressing together as he stands in front of you.

"Kriff, you look beautiful." It's not long before he follows you onto the bed, having to spread your legs quite far apart so he can slip between them and lay against your body. He feels so heavy, and even if he's removing some of said weight by frantically peeling off what pieces of armor he'd put on during the trip here, he still is almost suffocatingly large.

"If I knew you were coming over, I might've put on something a bit nicer..." Wrecker's got all of his upper body armor off, each piece hitting the ground with a hideous 'clang' as one hand stays on the outside of your thigh. Almost as if keeping you there with him, while the other tries to awkwardly remove the rest of his armor.

"This isn't nice?" He sounds almost baffled, seeing the way you're wrapped up in your comfortable nightclothes that are more than a little worn in. It takes a moment to shrug off the robe, slipping your arms from it and leaving it behind to eventually slip of the bed and onto the floor.

"I could've gotten something that matched your armor; Like red and black?" Wrecker throws away the last piece of his armor away, it hitting the floor and bouncing somewhere.

Now that is a thought that Wrecker will keep safely tucked away in his head for later use, absolutely.

"Kriff, don't say stuff like that."

The frame of your bed groans underneath his considerable weight joining your own, as you scoot back enough onto the bed proper to make room for him. The entire time he stays touching you, one hand following the entire way and slipping underneath the fabric of your nightdress. He pushes it upwards farther and farther, until your underwear is visible. They don't match, but underneath his stare you can't help but feel your thighs tighten around his legs as he kneels between them.

"You uh, might have to show me the way a bit..."

As if you’d ever mind, a hand drifting up his arm. You kind of expected to; Given circumstances.

"Don't you worry, big guy."

His chest presses against your own as you tug on his shoulder so he leans down, hearing your silent request when he presses them against yours. Your tongue brushes across a little scar spotting his bottom lip, hearing him moan into your mouth.

One of your hands starts drifting downward to try and slide off your underwear, pushing at the side and attempting to wiggle them down your thighs. It's awkward and unproductive, and eventually Wrecker pulls his lips away from you with a soft ‘pop’ so he can help; Your legs pressing together and raising up into the air as he grasps the sides and slides them off. He catches a glimpse of your pussy when he does, and it's impossible for his cock to not twitch against his thigh. Even more so when your legs lower, spreading around his.

"Want to give me a hand?"

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, feeling as his hand slowly drifts downwards. He takes his time, fighting against your impatience as his fingers leave trails of sensation on your inner thighs. They drift around, either hesitantly or teasingly as he circles close but avoids the area you want him to touch most.

“Wrecker…”

You can’t quite utter the exact filthy things you want him to do to you, but if he teases you much more, you just might.

It’s not much longer you spend in sweet suffering however, as his fingers gently brush against the outer lips of your cunt. You look up at him and see his hooded eyes watching you, before looking down and seeing the way his fingers suddenly become slick as he slips his fingers between your folds and rubs against you. Most of the noises you make get caught in your throat, and come out as short little gasps and whines. You hadn’t realized you were really this sensitive, or perhaps it’s just because it’s Wrecker.

You unconsciously attempt to close your thighs, but Wrecker's wide form makes it impossible to do so. So your hands grip the sheets instead, feeling his fingers rub against you as you whine from that empty, begging ache. You keep trying to move closer to him, hips wiggling around.

"You're so impatient," Wrecker jokes, his deep chuckle hitting you right in the chest.

Gods, this man just isn't fair.

"Should I be sorry for wanting you so mu- oh gods," He slips a finger inside of you just as you speak, your own gasp suddenly cutting you off. The sudden swear makes him stop, glancing over your face. Wrecker knows he's quite a bit larger than the average, and doesn't want to hurt you.

"You ok?" He barely even gets a chance to second guess before you beg him, hand reaching downward in case he dares to try and pull away. "Yes, Yes keep going, Fuck..."

Reassured, his movements pick up again, finger slowly pumping in and out. You feel so warm, coating his fingers and even some of his palm with how wet you are for him. Only when you’re relaxed and muttering swears and pleading for more does he dare to try a second finger, his cock throbbing at the way you writhe in front of him, for him, and you let out a gasping moan. It feels amazing, but he's being so, so careful. It's sweet, but you want to reassure him.

"You can be a little rougher, big guy." He's touching you like you're made of glass, barely able to be handled. You know he does have to think about how strong he is sometimes, but he doesn’t need to overdo it.

"Oh yeah? Like this?"

His fingers suddenly press up into you as deep as he possibly can, and you let out the cutest little noise of surprise. They pump in and out of your cunt faster, and when he curls his fingers his palm rubs against your clit accidentally and your hand darts out to wrap around his wrist and keep him from moving away. Your hips keep twitching upwards, stomach in knots as Wrecker manages to make your cunt make the most obscene noises.

Wrecker’s had more than a few dreams about this, but none beat having you actually underneath him like this. You're slopping all over his hand, over yourself, toes curling and biting your lip as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. His hand is already so much, but in the best possible way.

And if Wrecker is, proportional, you want to be more than ready for him.

You can occasionally feel his covered cock brush against your thigh, and his hips stutter in an uncontrollable motion to feel more. His free hand is supporting his body, resting by your ribs and pressing into the mattress. You’re almost completely hidden in his shadow, the lights from your window just barely illuminating the both of you.

"You’re so wet beautiful, this feel good?"

He watches your face, loving the way you look up at him. "Yes, Yes, just- just a little more..." You're so close, back arching upward when his large fingers brush against that perfect spot inside of you. Your hands keep gripping his wrist, palm grinding against your clit before suddenly you’re seeing stars; Hands grasping at him so tight as you cum on his hand. Your heart is racing, thighs tight as they stay forced apart by his body. Your heart feels like it’s trying to force itself from your ribcage, the muscles in your lower body spasming.

You're going to end up getting addicted to him, if he keeps treating you like this.

When his fingers slowly pull from you, it's impossible to not whine at the sudden emptiness, body still hungry for more. Though you don't have very long to wait. With both his hands free he finally pulls off his bodyglove, awkwardly peeling it away you can see how hard he actually is while he does so; instead of just feeling him when he brushes against your thigh. You can see the tip of his cock is already leaking and surely has stained a small part of his blacks, hot and heavy as pulls you close and his cock flops against your pubic bone.

You were right to be a little nervous about his size, needless to say.

But given your crush on Wrecker you've always had eyes a little bit too big for your stomach, so that's not going to stop you in the slightest. You'll figure something out if he doesn’t quite fit.

Wrecker went ahead and tossed his bodyglove aside with the same lack of regard he did his armor, making a mess of your floor. Not that the thought stays in your mind for more than a split second, moaning as he leans down far enough to brush his lips against your neck. One of his hands grabs your ass, lifting your hips just enough that it angles you just right while the other grasps his cock.

"Go slow,"

You say, a moan caught in your throat just as you feel him prod at your entrance. Wrecker listens, nervously feeling for your body tensing in pain. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, especially like this. Just as the head of his cock pops inside of you, you let out a gasp as your body attempts to accommodate him.

“Oh fuck, go very slow,”

It's a snug fit, but with patience and oh so slowly you manage it; His own larger hand having prepared you better than your own might've. He hears the way your making so many cute little noises, and each one wants to make him just burst right then and there. He barely moves, only little motions mostly made in response to you, as your hips wiggle around desperate for more.

“Kriff,” Your cunt is so tight around him it feels like he’s being choked. “I’m gonna ruin ya.”

The idea isn't based in reality, but the thought of Wrecker fucking you hard enough to only want for him, to have left his mark on you, is more than erotic enough to make up for its lack of sense.

"W-Wrecker, move," He listens slowly, feeling your hands around his shoulders and grasping his neck. The width of his body is so wide it spreads your thighs far apart, gasping as he thrusts back slowly into you. His hips gently smack your thighs, filling the room with the sounds of skin on skin.

"You still good?" He asks you, his voice surprisingly soft. You can feel his stubble against your cheek, as you bite your lip.

"Yeah, you're just, a lot." He accidentally jerks his hips into you a bit faster than normal and you gasp when he grinds against you. "Was worried 'bout that..." Your thighs tighten around him as his hand grips your ass harder, keeping you angled just enough so he can bury his cock into you almost impossibly deep. Nothing has ever reached there before and you didn’t even know it was possible, at least not without pain.He brushes against such a spot inside of you that it has you tightening around him and moaning, begging him for more.

But he still stays slow, fucking you at a languid pace that soon isn’t overwhelming you any longer, and you feel like tempting fate. You can take more of him, you want more of him. So much more.

"I, you can go a little harder," The moment you say so Wrecker snaps his hips up into you hard enough that you see stars, burying himself to the base as you gasp and your nails scratch his skin.

“Sure you can handle it, pretty girl?”

His voice doesn’t sound nearly as hesitant as it had before, teasing you before he leans back enough to view your entire body. Both his hands grasp you hips, pulling you onto his cock not hard enough to be considered rough, but enough so that he’s grunting and his chest heaves with his breathing.

"Holy-" Your chest moves underneath your disheveled nightdress, and you can just barely hear the headboard of your bed creaking from the strain. Any harder and he’d be knocking it against the wall. "Gods, it feels like you’re in my stomach," Your legs are split so far apart they can really only flop useless as he fucks you, grasping at the sheets and blankets that lay wrinkled underneath you.

"Yeah?" His voice shakes just a little; Quite clearly liking they way you comment on your difference in size.

You knew he always thought you were small and would toss you around every which way, but now you realize their might've been an undertone there you'd been previously missing.

Not as if you're complaining, a gasp getting caught in your throat as his cock brushes against sensitive nerves, further making your stomach tighten and clit throb.

You just need that little bit more, that extra bit to push you over.

Your own hand drifts downward to slide against your clit, but his hand takes the spot before you have a chance to. It's impossible not to gasp as you feel his fingers firmly press against you, fumbling awkwardly but learning.

"Kriff," Wrecker hisses in pleasure from the way you suddenly tighten around him, the sounds of you moaning music in his ears as you cum. Wrecker slows, feeling your body tensed so tight he barely can. Even if pace is uneven, hands gripping you harder than he'd been, he’s still attempting to be gentle.

Next time you'll plead for him to drive you into the mattress with all his strength, but after tonight, you're more than tired as he brushes against overstimulated nerves. His brow is set tight and his hands are leaving little dents in your skin, pulling you onto his cock as he’s so desperately close.

Wrecker suddenly pulls out, and in your window of opportunity you attempt to lean up, reaching forward to grasp his arm and give you leverage. Your other hand pushes his off of his cock, wrapping around him and gently sliding up and down. He can see in-between your bodies, and the sight and feeling of your smaller hand on him has him almost instantly cumming on your stomach and hand, hearing the way his teeth grit together as he groans. He’s stringing together swears mumbling under his breath, so mushed together they’re barely audible.

“I can barely get my hand all the way around you…” Your observation makes him groan helpless as your fingers brush over the head of his softening cock as you pull away, feeling his cum on your fingertips.

When you'd gone to bed tonight, you really hadn't expected to end up here, not that you're complaining. Wrecker's body always seems to run hot, though it does even more so now, as your body leans against his.

"You picked quite the time to visit, Wreck."

He looks away from you and towards the doors to your patio, seeing the warm light just start starting to pour inside. Neither of you had realized it was that late, or that much time had passed.

He knows that he should feel guilty about slamming on your door in the dead of night and waking you up, as you're still currently half dressed in your night clothes, but he can't help it. Especially now that he has your nearly naked body in his arms.

"I didn't like leaving you alone after what happened at the bar, and..." Wrecker rubs his cheek. "I wanted to check on ya. Hunter convinced me to just come here now."

Well, he certainly did...

"Even if it's the middle of the night." You wince, having looked to the side and seen out the window. You gently smack his chest.

"Lay down; I’m gonna clean up and then let’s get some sleep before it's too bright outside." Wrecker can't disagree, mostly because he actually hasn't gotten any sleep at all tonight. When he was trying earlier after coming back from 79’s, he was too restless to get even a wink. He might be used to spending days without sleeping when deployed, but it doesn't mean he likes doing so.

He also doesn’t like when you leave him to clean yourself up, looking into the mirror and seeing the way your face looks so tired, but also content. What a turn of events this night ended up being.

The moment you return to your bed and slip in, you push him around so that you can lay your head against his arm, using it as a pillow while he uses the actual one. It's more comfortable for you, and he's so damn warm especially with his arm around you. He laughs at the way you so easily do so, and he allows you push him around with no complaints.

“Comfortable?”

It’s the first word out of his mouth, joking as he watches you snuggle into him. You won’t need the blankets for sure, even if it’s still so cold outside.

“Very. I imagined you would be.” That perks his interest.

“Imagined, eh?” Your lips purse as you attempt to melt further into his side, embarrassed that you’d just admitted to daydreaming about him. Though it’s not like he can feign innocence, as he’s done the same just as much, and if not more. Though he doesn’t admit it out loud. When he can’t help but laugh at you a bit, you smack his chest and then lay that arm across him in a limp hug.

"Just go to sleep, Big guy."

The moment you wake up the next morning, it’s instantly that your body begins telling you that you’d had a wild night not too long ago. And telling you quite loudly.

Your entire body is sore; Thighs, hips, arms, back. The moment you move your thighs ache, tired after so long being tensed up. When you move and adjust slightly, but Wrecker’s arm still around you keeps you from moving away at all.

“Owww…” Wrecker rubs his eye and leans up just enough to look down on you still snugly tucked against his side; Drowsy but technically awake.

“You alright?” You wiggle until you can lay your chin against his chest, feeling the brush of his body hair against your skin.

"My entire body is sore. A good sore." Wrecker smiles, his forearm pressing into the mattress as he partly leans up. "As long as it's good, I'm happy." You scoot upward enough to give him a kiss, feeling him eagerly lean in. He lets out a little happy groan, while your lips keep twitching from the tickle of his stubble against your skin.

"So, how long do I have you for?" You whisper against his lips, feeling a hand on the small of your back. Wrecker has zero desire to move, making himself comfortable as he leans against you pillows. The military bunks and seats he sleep in have nothing on how comfortable this is; Though you more than likely help matters.

"I ain't leavin' till they call me screamin' to come back."

That isn't going to make his brothers happy, you think; But you can't deny that getting as much time as possible with him is a tempting prospect.

"So do you want to sleep some more, or get something to eat?" Wrecker contemplates. But his inner laziness is a bit too strong. The part of him he rarely gets a chance indulge. "I'm stayin' right here. Too comfy." His arm tightens around you, effectively trapping you against his chest. "And you're stayin' here with me." Well, you weren't exactly planning on leaving anyways. His arm is tight around you, one of your legs tangled with his own.

"It's almost like you have some sort of ulterior motive..." Wrecker can feel the way your chest is pressing against his, hands against his skin as he mumbles: "Maybe..."

You yelp as suddenly he grasps you by the waist and moves you so you're straddling him, able to so easily do so in one smooth motion.

"We got some time to kill anyways." You smirk at him, hands sliding up his chest.

"We do."

#Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting #Funny sidenote: I wrote this whole series while spam listening to Meant to be Yours from Heathers #is that valuble information? no but i thought i'd share

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