hii i wanted to request like enemies to lovers for dabi x fem!reader when reader is one of the villains in league and she and dabi always hated each other, or more like they love each other but won't admit a shit. and also dabi is always this rude, snarky bitch and then one day they get send together for some mission and he gets injured, like somewhere in the chest and reader has to take care of him and patch him up. and like she decides to be a bitch now and she's like paying him back and she's not gentle at all like she's even rougher than needed just because đ. but then in the middle of the night when she has to change his bandages she just softens because she's actually worried about him and he kisses her and it's like the first time he feels love in thousands yearsđ„șâ€ïž
â©âË.â I HATE YOU - dabi/touya todoroki
CW: swearing, enemies to lovers, dabi being an asshole, y/n is stubborn, they lack communication skills but figure something out in the end lol, mentions of wound stitching, injuries, dabi's daddy issues, quirk usage, a lot of arguing.
Word Count: 4.7k
Author's Note: hii, sorry for taking so long to write this lol. my schedule was busy as hell. i hope you all enjoy it tho! ty for reading and if you have any requests for me to write, send it in!
"hate."
it was a word that held so much meaning and although y/n wasn't the type to feel it for many things, as she looked at the man standing in her doorframe with a bored expression as she laid in bed, it was all she could feel.
"what do you want touya? im tired." she groaned into her pillow. he rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets. "shigaraki wants us to take care of something for him." he said, making y/n shift to sit up and face him properly. "together?" she questioned. dabi didn't answer and that alone make y/n feel dread in the pit of her stomach. she stood, walking to her door and pushing past dabi to find shigaraki who was sitting in the lobby of their hideout.
"tomura, you seriously sending out touya and i? it's late."
"exactly." he muttered, glancing at y/n as dabi showed up behind her. "given your quirks, i need you two to cause a distraction for me in the city. I've gotta get something from a hero guarded area. it'd be less bothersome if a few of them had to focus a bigger situation."
y/n sighed at that. her ability allowed her to use the quirks others. once she makes physical contact with them, a pill is produced and once ingested, she is able to use their quirk for up to half an hour. "why can't he just do it on his own?"
"because it wont be enough, y/n. just go and don't let you guys' odd relationship fuck anything up."
she glared at shigaraki due to his stern tone and the words he said overall. she didn't speak another words and only walked towards the exit, leaving dabi behind. she began walking off, sighing when dabi caught up next to her.
they walked shoulder to shoulder and y/n reached for his hand to which he pulled away imeedietly. "the fuck is your deal?"
"my deal is that i need your quick. stop bitching."
he gave her a look that almost burned through her being itself. "fine, whatever. just make it quick."
with a swift movement, y/n grabbed his wrist, her fingers just brushing against his skin. she felt the pill form in her palm and quickly swallowed it after placing it on her tongue. for the next thirty minutes, she had full control over dabi's blue flames.
dabi shook off her touch as soon as the transfer was done, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "hope you can handle it."
y/n clenched her fists, feeling the raw power simmering just beneath the surface. "i can handle your little fire tricks just fine."
they continued walking in silence, the tension between them thick, both preparing for the chaos they were about to unleash. the city lights ahead glowed brighter as they approached, a signal that they were nearing their destination. heroes patrolled these streets regularly, and they needed to make their distraction count.
"you take the east side. iâll take the west. we meet back here once it's done," y/n said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline starting to pump through her veins.
dabi gave her a lazy nod, his eyes scanning the area. "donât burn the place down too fast." she said, voice sharp with a stern tone.
âtake your own damn advice,â dabi sneered, turning on his heel without another glance, heading toward his side of the city.
y/n scowled at his retreating figure before focusing on her own task. she approached a crowded intersection, raising her hand as the blue flames sparked to life at her fingertips. they burned cold, unnatural, just like dabiâs. with a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent the fire roaring down the street, igniting everything in its path. cars exploded, storefronts erupted into flames, and terrified screams echoed through the night air.
sirens blared almost immediately. she sighed in frustration. this mission wasnât the problem; it was having to work alongside dabi. she hated the way his flames felt inside herâtoo raw, too unstable. she could handle it, but the discomfort gnawed at her.
on the other side of the city, she could see dabi causing just as much destruction. his blue flames lit up the night sky, and even from a distance, she could feel their heat. as much as she despised him, she couldnât deny the sheer force of his quirk. their fires painted the city in an eerie blue glow, chaos unfolding just as shigaraki had planned. every hero in the area would soon be rushing their way.
but despite the destruction, y/n could feel the strain. her body wasnât built to handle dabiâs flames for too long, and each second was like a slow burn from the inside out. she clenched her teeth, refusing to show any weakness. not in front of him. never in front of him.
as another car exploded in front of her, y/n felt the flames flare uncontrollably for a moment, forcing her to stumble back. she quickly reined them in, but the effort was draining. she could hear the distant thrum of footstepsâheroes were coming, and they needed to keep the distraction going.
without warning, dabi appeared beside her, his usual bored expression replaced by a smirk that only fueled her irritation. "youâre pushing it too hard," he remarked coldly.
"iâm fine," y/n snapped, her voice sharper than intended, though there was a slight tremor beneath it.
he cocked an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "doesnât look like it. youâre burning out."
"i said iâm fine," she repeated, venom in her tone. she forced the flames to obey her, though her body screamed in protest.
before he could say anything more, the ground around them rumbled. the heat in the air intensified, and y/nâs heart sank as she saw who had arrivedâendeavor.
out of all the heroes, of course, it had to be him.
endeavorâs flames blazed brighter than anything y/n had seen, casting long shadows across the wreckage. his eyes locked onto dabi and y/n, sharp with recognition and disgust. âenough,â he barked, his voice deep and commanding. âthis ends now.â
dabiâs expression darkened, but the smirk that stretched across his face was nothing short of malicious.
y/n swallowed, the tension between father and son palpable in the air. she could feel dabiâs flames still swirling inside her, unstable and dangerous. they were running out of time. they needed to keep endeavor distracted long enough for shigaraki to finish the mission, but with the fire slipping out of her control, she wasnât sure how much longer she could hold on.
dabi moved forward, the flames on his body flickering angrily as he faced his father head-on. "you gonna try and stop me? iâd love to see you fail. again."
y/n watched as the two squared off, the heat between them almost unbearable. she could feel the pressure mounting, knowing she had to act fast, but part of her was consumed by the sheer hatred radiating from dabi. it was so intense it was suffocating. he wants this fight, she realized.
but right now, they couldnât afford it. not with the mission still in play.
"touya, focus," she hissed under her breath, stepping up beside him. "weâre not here for this."
he barely spared her a glance, his jaw clenched. âshut up, y/n. stay out of it.â
y/n glared at him, biting back the retort that bubbled in her throat. as much as she despised him, she wasnât about to let him throw the entire mission away for some personal grudge.
endeavorâs flames flared even brighter, his voice booming as he addressed dabi directly. "youâre not walking away from this one."
"weâll see about that," dabi said through a sigh.
before either of them could make a move, y/n raised her hand, sending up a barrier of blue flames between dabi and endeavor. the fire crackled wildly, the heat forcing both men to step back.
âtouya, get your shit together,â she snapped, glaring at him. âthis isnât about you and him right now. weâve got a job to finish.â
dabiâs eyes widened with fury, his body rigid with anger. "are you serious right now? stay out of this, y/n. this has nothing to do with you."
âit has everything to do with me,â she shot back, her voice low. âif you screw this up, weâre both dead.â
âiâm not screwing anything up,â dabi growled, stepping toward her, his flames flaring dangerously. âyou think Iâm gonna pass up a chance to burn that bastard?â he gestured toward endeavor, who stood on the other side of the wall, watching them closely. "this isnât just about some stupid distraction. itâs him."
y/nâs hands trembled slightly from the strain of maintaining the flames, but she refused to back down. âyou think i care about your daddy issues right now? iâm not dying because youâve got something to prove.â
dabiâs smirk twisted into a sneer, his voice dripping with venom. "oh, now youâre concerned about dying? cute. you canât even handle my flames, and you want to play hero? donât act like you can lecture me."
y/nâs temper flared. "i can handle more than you think, but iâm not stupid enough to throw everything away for some pointless grudge! shigaraki will kill us if you mess this up."
âi donât care what shigaraki does,â dabi snarled, stepping even closer, his body practically vibrating with heat. âyou think Iâm afraid of him? of you? youâre out of your league, y/n. stay the hell out of my way.â
---
"touya, lets go!" she shouted. a few long minutes had passed by and both dabi and endeavor suffered injuries. y/n thought that it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but it wasnât. there on dabiâs chest was a large gash that spilled blood with every movement he made.
dabi didnât even flinch, seemingly blinded by his rage. his eyes were locked onto endeavor, and the hatred burned hotter than the flames between them. y/nâs heart pounded in her chest. if they didnât leave now, it would be too late.
âtouya!â she screamed again, but her voice was lost in the roar of the fire and the madness of the fight. dabi was deaf to everything around him. his focus, his obsession with his father, drowned out any reason or sense.
just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. she fumbled for it, hands shaking, and saw a message from
shigaraki: get out of there now. iâm done here.
her stomach dropped. they needed to leave. now.
she looked back at dabi, her gut twisting with panic. there was no way he could handle another attack in his state. endeavor was gearing up for something bigâhis flames surging brighter and hotter, ready to end this once and for all.
y/n didnât even think; she reacted. she reached for dabiâs flames still coursing through her and launched herself forward. her body screamed in protest, the quirk tearing through her reserves, but she unleashed a massive wave of blue fire directly at endeavor. it wasnât just dabiâs quirk she was usingâsheâd stored another teleportation quirk earlier in the week just in case. with a strained breath, she activated it.
in an instant, the world blurred, and she and dabi were pulled through space, landing back at the leagueâs hideout.
they collapsed on the floor. y/n's vision swam as the overwhelming strain of using both quirks at once hit her like a truck. every muscle in her body felt like it was on fire.
dabi was up almost immediately, his eyes wild and furious. âwhat the hell did you do?!â he roared, looming over her, his chest heaving.
y/n didnât flinch, didnât even respond. she just sat there, catching her breath, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and a cold, blank expression on her face.
âwhy the hell would youââ dabi continued, his voice a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable. but y/n didnât care.
she stood, her legs shaking but her face expressionless. she looked him dead in the eye, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with a venomous calm. "hate."
dabi paused, caught off guard by the single word. his eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent.
âitâs what you live for, isnât it?â she continued, her voice as cold as the flames she had just wielded. âbut itâs going to kill you. and you were too blinded to see it.â
the silence between them was suffocating, tension hanging in the air like the weight of all their unresolved fury and pain. dabiâs lips twisted into a bitter sneer, but he didnât respond. he couldnât, not with the truth staring him in the face.
y/n finally turned her back to him, her voice distant as she walked away. "iâm tired, touya. i donât care anymore."
he didnât respond and that was unlike him. and although she didn't want it to, she turned around to glance at him. he was clutching the wounded area of his chest, the blood coating his hands. y/n stopped in her tracks and watched as he held her gaze with a heavy glare. "what?" he groaned with less heat in his voice.
"nothi-"
"they got you good." shigaraki said as he entered through the front door. dabi remained silent and y/n let out a sigh. "told you this plan was stupid." she muttered. shigaraki shrugged, holding up some sort of vile in a glass tube. "got what i needed though. thanks."
y/n shook her head and walked over to a table in their hideout where a first aid kit remained. "come on, touya." he never said a word despite their previous argument and the heated tension that remained between them and only followed behind y/n. this was surprising to her and even shigaraki. instead of questioning it though, she just decided to let it be, grateful for the silence.
they got to a nearby bathroom in the hideout, and y/n motioned for dabi to sit on the edge of the sink. "take off your shirt," she ordered, her voice flat, though she couldnât help the slight irritation lacing her tone. dabi raised an eyebrow but said nothing, peeling off his tattered shirt to reveal the nasty gash on his chest. the wound was deep, the blood still seeping through the cracks of his burned skin.
âso fucking recklessâ y/n muttered underneath her breath as she grabbed some antiseptic and gauze from the first aid kit. she didnât wait for a response before starting to clean the wound, her hands rougher than necessary. dabi hissed in pain but didnât pull away.
âwatch it,â he growled, but there was no real heat in his words. his eyes, usually filled with spite or disinterest, softened for a brief moment as he looked at her. something shifted in his expression, like an apology he wasnât quite ready to say aloud. instead, he settled for his usual sarcasm. "you donât have to be so damn rough."
"oh, iâm sorry," y/n replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she pressed a little harder than needed on the wound. "is the fireproof bastard too delicate for a little first aid? if you didnât want to get patched up, you shouldnât have gone toe-to-toe with endeavor.
"i didnât ask for your help, did i?"
"no, you didnât. but here we are," y/n snapped, stitching up the wound with more force than was probably necessary. her fingers worked quickly, efficiently, but there was no gentleness in her touch.
dabiâs breath hitched as she tugged at the stitches. "youâre enjoying this way too much."
âmaybe,â y/n replied, not looking up from her work. âor maybe iâm just pissed off because you almost got yourself killed. again.â
the room fell into a tense silence, only broken by dabiâs sharp breaths and the sound of her sewing needle pulling through his skin. but when y/n finally looked up, she caught dabiâs gaze. his eyes were softer now, not filled with the usual defiance. instead, there was something different in them, something almost⊠regretful.
âwhat?â she asked, raising an eyebrow. "youâre staring."
ânothing,â dabi muttered, but he didnât look away. his voice, usually laced with sarcasm or anger, was quieter now. he held her gaze for a moment longer. it wasnât filled with the usual hate or resentment, but something else entirely. it almost looked like an apology, unspoken but there. maybe he realized just how close heâd come to death, and for once, wasnât pushing her away.
after the final stitch, y/n wrapped the wound tightly, her hands no longer rough but steady. she didnât say anything for a moment, just focusing on her work, and when she was done, she stood back, her eyes meeting his again. the air between them felt heavy, like there was something unspoken lingering just beneath the surface.
âyouâre a reckless idiot,â she muttered, shaking her head, though her voice was softer, the anger dissipating into something more resigned.
dabiâs expression faltered, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his usual sharp retorts gone. "guess i am," he said quietly, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "but you still patched me up, didnât you?"
y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. "only because i wasnât going to let you bleed out like an idiot. someoneâs gotta keep you alive."
there was a beat of silence before dabi let out a breath, leaning his head back against the wall. âguess i should thank you.â
y/n scoffed. âdonât bother. just⊠try not to get yourself killed next time.â
dabiâs eyes flickered to hers again, and this time, there was no sarcasm or sneer, just a tired acceptance. âiâll try.â his tone was surprisingly sincere, catching her off guard. she blinked, taken aback, but instead of saying anything, she just grabbed the bloodied cloths and turned to leave. "get some rest," she muttered, not looking back.
for once, dabi didnât argue.
---
it was the middle of the night, and despite the quiet that had settled over the hideout, y/n couldnât sleep. no matter how many times she turned over in bed, sleep evaded her. the events from earlier kept playing over in her mind, along with the way dabi had been uncharacteristically silent after she patched him up.
with a frustrated sigh, she finally gave up on resting and pushed herself out of bed. maybe checking on dabi would settle her thoughts. his injuries needed to be looked at again anyway, and the bandages likely needed changing. she grabbed the first aid kit and padded softly down the hall toward his room.
when she got there, the door was slightly ajar. peeking inside, she saw him lying on the bed, his defined back rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. for a moment, she hesitated. dabi was never one to sleep deeply, always waking up at the slightest noise or movement. but his bandages had to be changed, and she didnât trust him to do it himself.
quietly, she slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. she approached the bed, taking a seat on the edge as carefully as she could to avoid waking him. he was still, his usual guarded expression replaced by something softer in sleep. for a brief second, she allowed herself to just watch him. he always seemed so hardened, so untouchable, but like this... he looked almost human.
gently, y/n reached for the blood-stained bandages wrapped around his chest, her fingers working carefully to undo them. she peeled the old wrappings away, revealing the wound beneath. she grabbed fresh bandages from the kit, preparing to rewrap him, her movements slow and deliberate.
just as she began to wind the bandage around him again, dabi stirred. his eyes snapped open, instantly alert, and his hand shot out to grab her wrist before she could move any further. âwhat the hell are you doing?â he growled, his voice low and raspy from sleep.
y/n froze, meeting his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. "relax, itâs just me," she said quietly. "im checking to see if your stitches held and I've gotta change your bandages."
he blinked, still groggy but releasing her wrist. his grip loosened, and he leaned back against the pillow, eyes narrowing slightly but without the usual hostility. "im not a child. i can do that myself,â he muttered, though there wasnât much bite to his words.
"i know, but you looked like you were going to bleed out earlier so forgive me for double-checking." she retorted, continuing to wrap the fresh bandages around his chest. her touch was gentle but firm, and dabi didnât stop her this time, watching her work in silence.
"always playing the martyr, huh?" he mumbled after a long pause, his voice quieter now. "not a martyr. just realistic. you're reckless and you know it."
dabi was silent as she finished up. he sat up once she was done and watched as she placed the items back into the first aid kit. "why are you up so late anyways?"
"couldnât sleep." she shrugged. dabi raised a questioning brow and she shrugged. "you expect me to sleep after everything that happened today?"
"causing chaos isn't something that you haven't done before though." he hummed, watching as she compiled all of the used bandage together to throw away. "but watching you almost get yourself killed was."
"you really care that much?"
y/n lowered her eyes at him and shook her head in pure disbelief. "no shit, touya. why would i have teleported us home? stitch up your wound, and even hours later, i come back to check on you. you sound so fucking selfish right now." she stood up, turning to walk away, but dabi reached for her wrist.
he caught it just in time, letting out a small groan from the swift movement. "what the fuck, touya. be careful." she said, placing the first aid kit down and a hand to his back. "im not selfish."
"really?" she deadpanned. "y/n, you've hated me ever since i joined the league. understand me when i get confused on whether or not you actually give a fuck when it comes to me." he ran is palm down his face, trying to fight his exhaustion.
"i can say the same for you." y/n spoke.
"i only return the attitude that's given to me." dabi said, staring at y/n as she tried to read his features but he gave her nothing to work with other than an emotionless expression. "i don't hate you."
"so what do you feel, y/n? you're not making sense."
she stared at him and they held eye contact. y/n let down whatever guards she had up in hopes that dabi can read what she was trying to tell him. he was good at that whether she liked it or not. "say it." he finally said. y/n figured that he got the idea in just mere seconds.
"no." she shook her head with a scoff. "i hate the fact that i feel it for you anyways. I'm not going to speak it into reality."
dabiâs grip on y/nâs wrist loosened as he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. âyou really think not saying it makes a difference? youâve already given yourself away, y/n.â
y/nâs eyes flashed with irritation. âyou donât get it. saying it makes it real, and i canât deal with that right now.â
dabi scoffed, leaning back on the bed, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at her. âoh, spare me the drama. you think i donât know how you feel? you act like youâre the only one here whoâs conflicted.â
y/n glared at him, yanking her wrist free. âconflicted? you? you barely even acknowledge when people care about you. youâre reckless with your life, like nothing matters, and you think iâm the one being dramatic?â her voice rose, frustration bubbling over.
dabi sat up straighter, his gaze sharp and unyielding. âdonât pretend like youâve been so open about your feelings either, y/n. youâve spent most of your time pushing me away or acting like you couldnât care less. and now, when it actually matters, you wanna play the martyr?â
her hands clenched into fists at her sides. âiâm not playing anything, touya! youâre impossible to deal with. you push everyone away, you never let anyone in, and now you have the nerve to act like iâm the problem?â
dabiâs expression hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. âyou really think youâve got me all figured out, huh? like youâre the only one whoâs allowed to have their guard up? newsflash, y/n, youâre not as mysterious as you think.â
y/nâs frustration boiled over as she crossed her arms and shot him a withering glare. âthen what do you want from me, touya? huh? what is it you actually want? because all you ever do is act like nothing gets to you!â
dabi stood up abruptly, towering over her as the tension between them thickened. âyou think itâs easy for me to be like this? you think i enjoy pushing people away?â his voice was low, dangerous, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and something else y/n couldnât quite place.
her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down. âthen stop doing it! stop acting like you donât care about anyone or anything!â
âi care more than you think!â dabi snapped, taking a step closer. âbut youâyouâre always so busy pretending you donât want this, like itâs all some burden for you!â
y/nâs pulse quickened, her frustration and confusion mounting. âi never said i didnât wantââ
before she could finish, dabiâs hands shot up to either side of her face, pulling her in roughly. his lips crashed against hers with a sudden, fierce intensity that stole the breath from her lungs. the kiss was aggressive, meant to shut her up, and y/nâs mind went blank as every thought evaporated under the force of it.
her body reacted before she could process what was happening, her hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even as her heart raced with the shock of it all.
dabiâs lips moved against hers, demanding and relentless, and she found herself kissing him back just as fiercely, pouring all her pent-up anger and frustration into the kiss. it was heated, messy, and full of everything they couldnât say out loud.
he pulled back for a brief moment, their breaths mingling as he muttered, âyou talk too damn much.â
before she could respond, he kissed her again, cutting off any retort she mightâve had. his hands slid from her face to her waist, gripping her tightly as if he couldnât stand to let her go. the anger between them melted into something else entirelyâsomething raw and consuming.
y/nâs heart hammered in her chest as she kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. the argument, the tension, all of it faded into the background as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.
when they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. dabiâs grip on her waist remained firm as he stared down at her, his expression softening just slightly.
âmaybe i donât want you to shut up,â he muttered, his voice low and rough, âbut you make it hard to think.â
y/nâs lips parted, still swollen from the kiss, her breath coming in shallow bursts. âthen maybe you should start listening,â she whispered, her voice shaky but steady.
dabi let out a low chuckle, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip. âyeah, maybe.â his voice dropped even lower as he added, âbut that doesnât mean iâm done shutting you up.â
with that, he pulled her back into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense, as if he was determined to make sure she knew exactly how he felt, even if neither of them were ready to say the words just yet.
she pulled back for a breath, her forehead meeting with his shoulder as she closed her eyes.
"i hate you, touya."
"then hate me more."
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username4 Gold digger đ
âȘusername1 Stop it, we're not gonna let you ruin this for them
âȘusername2 you clearly don't know anything about them, so fuck off!
yourusername
yourusername Since he decided to give you hardest launch, here are some pics from the most amazing weekend of the year †Proud of you, my love
tagged: landonorris
oscarpiastri Does this means that I can freely post pictures of you two on my stories?
âȘyourusername NO
âȘusername1 YOU KNEW?
âȘoscarpiastri Everybody and their mother knew
landonorris You make me the happiest †I love you so much
âȘyourusername I love you more
âȘlandonorris Impossible
username2 STOP THEY ARE SO CUTE
username3 mother, now feed us with all the unseen pics of you as a couple
âȘyourusername Incoming...
username4 Don't you think that's a bit unprofessional? She's literally wearing a McLaren uniform
âȘusername5 They have always kept things professional while on the paddock, and clearly this doesn't affect his race results
âȘusername6 I know someone said it before, but we will not tolerate this type of comment about their relationship. Lando loves her and she loves him. Period.
username7 all of our dreams literally came true đ„ș i'm so happy
âȘusername8 us lando stans have never been so happy to see our boy happy
landofan
landofan Since they finally told everyone about their relationship, we rescued some pictures of Lando and Y/N (and Ollie) through the years. We're so happy to finally see them together †We also want to take the opportunity to say that we fully support this relationship and that we'll not tolerate hate comments towards Y/N. It's clear that she makes Lando very happy and that this is very special to them.
tagged: landonorris, yourusername
username1 THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE CUTEST
username2 i swear they are going to have the prettiest family in the future
username3 I need a wedding and thousands of kids from them
yoursername Thank you so much for the message! It means a lot to me (and also, the cute baby Ollie pics, ty for bringing them back to me).
âȘlandofan OMG! tysm queen †we love you together and we'll always have your back
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