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coepiteamare · 3 years ago

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catch up tag games

i love tag games, but i haven’t been around, so things have piled up. in a frantic attempt to do everything AND not spam the dash, i’ve (once again) compiled.

tagging (if you haven’t done it and if you want to): everyone tagged below + @monvante @cutechim @augustbutwinter @propinqxity @hansolmates @zibermuda

10 questions

Tagged by @triviafics

rules: answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

relationship status: single. painfully single

favorite color: pink and blue!

three favorite foods: tacos, creme brulee, honey lavender ice cream

song stuck in my head: levitating by dua lipa (yes i’m late to the party)

last song I listened to: it’s okay if you forget me by astrid s

last thing I googled: ...barbie movie with the weasel

time: 8:46pm

dream trip: visiting all my friends (irl and online), south korea at one point

anything I really want: for my loved ones to be okay. to be happy.

WIP FOLDER TAG

tagged by: @bratkook @joonscore @triviafics @dinamitae @underthejoon @jinpanman

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then let people send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

1) favourite crime - jk x oc

2) dreamwalkers - jk x dreamwalker!oc

3) maybe the sea calls you (the way you call me) - jk x mermaid!oc

4) the day the world stood still - taehyung x oc

5) the dictionary of lovers - jk x oc

6) untitled, (things you didn’t say at all) - namjoon x acrobat!oc

7) welcome to wonderland (we’re all mad here) - yoongi & jungkook x alice!oc

8) turn back (look how far we’ve come) - jk x oc

the “butter” song challenge!

tagged by @triviafics @opaljm

choose five songs that spell out the word BUTTER and link them, then tag 5 mutuals or the last 5 people in your notifications.

B - brutal by olivia rodrigo

U - urs by niki

T - true crime by epik high

T - the same by ashe

E - ex by kiana lede

R - rain by bts

Zodiac This or That ✨

clean ones here!

tagged by: @triviafics

Sagittarius (sun): Teal or Purple. Topaz or Turquoise. Dandelion or Daffodil. Ginseng or Cilantro. Horse or Stag/Buck. Plane ride or Road trip. Learn Hindi or Learn Japanese. Ginger or Wasabi. Climbing or Snowboarding. Teleportation or Super Speed. Carnival or Circus. Sake or Tequila. Duffel Bags or Suitcases. Time Manipulation or Basic Precognition. Tambourine or Triangle. Backpacking or Whitewater rafting. Aquarius or Libra.

Virgo (moon): Navy Blue or Olive Green. Peridot or Sardonyx. Peony or Sweet Pea. Hops or Rosemary. Chess or Checkers. Carrot Cake or Fig Bar/Cakes/Cookies. Knitting or Crocheting. Grammar Checking/Quality Assurance or Critiquing a piece of work. Golf or Tennis. Buttercups or Morning Glory. Herbs magic or Earth and plant bending. Mice or Bees. Cabernet Frank or Micro-brews. Enchanted Garden or Magic that can perfect skills. Bunnies or Deer. Cancer or Scorpio.

Leo (rising): Gold or Orange. Cat’s Eye or Ruby. Sunflower or Marigold. Aniseed or Elderflower. Oranges or Peaches. Dance or Theater. Cosplay or Creating Fan Fiction. Sunbathing or Hot Stone Massage. Light Magic or Magical Statues/Monuments. Saxophone or Trumpet. Chardonnay or Gin. Super Strength or a Power like Occlumency. Lions or Tigers. Being a Queen/King or Having Immortality. Being the hero or Being the headliner. Tickle or Pillowfight. Libra or Gemini.

This or That

tagged by: @triviafics (lol i love you isi)

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone? love letters or mixtapes? hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks? understanding each other without words or finishing each others sentences? gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing? longing to be with someone again or spending every second together? laughing together or crying together? someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand? surprise kisses or long tight hugs?

check-in tag!

tagged by: @yeojaa

1. why did you choose your url?

coepi te amare means i have begun to love you in latin. i first heard it from a rixythewraith ff with double b and i’ve used it in a lot of things ever since.

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them

estbellumsacrum - my personal. there’s just a lot of art and things that are too sad to be here.

3. how long have you’ve been on tumblr?

uhm i had my first tumblr in 2014? in 10th grade. but this one, i made in January 2020.

4. do you have a queue tag?

yup! exqueue you

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i started writing fanfics in highschool, but stopped. i wanted a way to keep myself writing and accountable and motivated, so i started this!

6. why did you choose your icon?

because i love jungkook. hehe

7. why did you choose your header?

because i love him. but also, it looks kind of whimsical and magical.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

uhm probably “you have (1) new voicemail”

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i have no idea tbh

10. how many followers do you have?

300 something!

11. how many people do you follow?

233

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

uhm not on here, but yes. yes i have

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

uhhh i used to be on it consistently. now a days, maybe once or twice a day?

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

not to my knowledge!

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i feel a lot. i’m not just going to reblog things for the sake of reblogging, especially when i’m not educated on the topic and could be spreading false information. when i think it’s important, i’m going to do my research and educate myself. i do understand the importance of signal boosting, so i can understand where the “you NEED to reblog” part comes from, but at the end of the day, social media is also (especially tumblr) a form of escape. let people have whatever blogs they want, as long as they’re not hurting or harming anyone.

16. do you like tag games?

yuh

17. do you like ask games?

yes yes yes

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

uhhhh tbh, everyone? all of my mutuals are really talented, and i think all of them deserve the world. but uhm...i asked my friend who doesn’t have a writing blog on tumblr and she knows @underthejoon and @bratkook

19. do i have a crush on a mutual?

don’t we all? (but in all honesty, she inspired “love letters i cannot send”)

#tag games with violet #violet thoughts on the horizon

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the-a-word-2214 · 4 years ago

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The Singer

Anthony Ramos x OC

Warnings: Some swearing, drinking

A/N: Thank you so much to @charming-charlie for collborating with me on this! All credit goes to her on this chapter.

Summary: Anthony and Scarlett get to know each other, in what one would consider a first date. Who knew it would end in embarrassment?

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Chapter 2: The First Date

New York City was bustling with people, especially at night. The tourists were gone, sleeping in their hotel rooms, leaving the regular city dwellers to finally come out and enjoy their hometown. Scarlett saw instantly how Anthony was able to blend in. Despite being on one of the biggest productions on Broadway, no on was flocking to him, grabbing at him, desperate for some attention. He seemed to know how to avoid detection, which allowed Scarlett to think that he snuck away like this before.

The walk was quiet, with a few pleasantries between the singers. She wanted to ask him some questions, get to know him, but she didn’t want to dominate the conversation, or say something that could be taken in a different way. She just met the man and she didn’t want to say the wrong thing. However, she kept telling herself that if she didn’t say something, he might take it as she wasn’t interested.

The restaurant was nestled in between a music store and a bagel shop. Scarlett almost missed it and she probably would have if Anthony didn’t steer her in the right direction. Their shoulders crashed against one another as he nodded toward the Italian bistro and Scarlett followed his line of sight. The restaurant had tall dark windows, a café area outside that was surrounded by white lights, and a revolving door that led to the inside. One thing Scarlett saw about this place that stood out: it was small. Like, impractically small. There’s no way the two of them would find a table, let alone be seated comfortably.

Yet Anthony’s smile was as bright as ever.

The pair walked in and the hostess smiled in greeting. “Hey Anthony. Usual table?” she asked politely as she turned to start fishing out menus from the box behind her. Anthony shook his head. “Nah, I don’t have my whole crew with me tonight. Table for two instead.” The hostess nodded approvingly, removing two black menus from the box, and motioning Anthony to follow her.

Scarlett was right. The place was jam packed, lively and jovial. It reminded her of her club on a Saturday night. Loud and boisterous, but still classy and respectful. She was so in trance with all the people, mostly because it only seemed to add to her anxiety, that she was completely caught off guard when she reached a staircase. “You coming?” she heard Anthony above her.

Looking up, she saw the Broadway star was halfway up the stairs, his body turned to look at her with confusion. “Don’t tell me you have a fear of stairs,” Anthony said, although his tone was meant to be taken in jest. Scarlett shook her head as she followed him up the flight of steps.

The second floor of the restaurant was much quieter and had less people. The blonde caught on quickly. They were in the VIP area of the restaurant, and Anthony frequented this place enough to have a table to himself. It was surprising, and Scarlett had to admit, she may even felt a little bit jealous at the connection that Anthony had. He didn’t seem to flaunt the fact that he was this ginormous Broadway star.

The couple took a seat at a small table in the back and Scarlett could feel her exhaling a sigh of relief that they were not in center view. She was shy, especially in big crowds. This was a good setting for her. The menus were placed in front of them, along with a complimentary basket of breadsticks. Scarlett did not feel hungry. Her nerves were getting to her.

“Can I start you off with any drinks?” a waiter appeared suddenly, as if on cue. Then again, Scarlett shouldn’t be surprised. It was the VIP area after all. “A bottle of Chardonnay sound good?” Anthony asked Scarlett, who merely nodded at the suggestion. “A’ight, we will start with that.” The waiter left after being dismissed to fetch the wine, leaving Anthony and Scarlett alone for a few minutes.

Say something, Scarlett told herself. She practically had a celebrity, a Broadway idol, in front of her and she couldn’t get her mouth to work. He sang, acted, and danced every night. Maybe he has a few pointers for a singer like herself. That’s what they have in common so far. Talk about that, she told herself. It was at this point she was started to mentally curse her nervous and shy personality.

“How long have you been singing?” Anthony asked. He took a breadstick from the basket and began munching on it. Scarlett looked at him with a sort of crinkled face. It was like she was studying him, like she had a test about him the next day. Anthony didn’t waver; he must be used to people gawking at him like that. “A while. I was a waitress at the bar until my boss caught me singing a tune in the back while washing out the glasses. Since then, I was promoted to the spotlight,” Scarlett answered as calmly as she could. Her hands were pressed tightly in her lap and she knew they would start trembling if she let them go.

The waiter came back, popped the cork on the bottle, and filled two wine glasses with the white liquid before leaving the bottle in an ice bucket on the table. Once he left, Scarlett found her hand wrapped tightly around the glass and bringing it to her lips, where she took a small sip, followed by a larger sip before setting the glass down. From that point on, she started to loosen up. She could feel it. Good, this was good. Maybe now she could relax and enjoy Anthony’s company without worrying about her shy demeanor.

The pair talked about anything and everything after that. Anthony told her about the jokes and hijinks that went on backstage at Hamilton, including the time he hid the king’s crown from Jonathan Groff. Poor Jonathan was forced to go onstage in a cheap and flimsy king’s hat from a costume store. Scarlett told Anthony about the time she took up horseback riding, only to end up with a broken arm in the process. When she revealed that the horse’s name was Bad Luck, Anthony broke out into a fit of giggles at how poetically karmic the name was.

At that point, the bottle of Chardonnay was totally empty, including half of the breadstick basket. Anthony had already paid for their next-to-nothing meal and pocketing his credit card when Scarlett was coming back to reality. Something didn’t feel right. Anthony noticed immediately and looked at her with concern. “You okay?” he asked and the blonde nodded. The Broadway star seemed unconvinced. “Where do you live?” he questioned with a cocked eyebrow. “Down the road. Like two blocks that way,” Scarlett ended up answering. She tried to point in one direction, but her arm was twirling in the air, pointing everywhere. She lowered her arm, confused as to why her appendages were not obeying the commands from her brain. “Near the bakery,” Scarlett mentioned. She loved waking up to the smell of freshly baked bread and cookies. Her apartment complex was right next door.

Anthony nodded. He knew the place well enough. Once or twice, the cast and crew received treats from the bakery. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” He stood up easily, like he didn’t have a drink at all. Scarlett, however, seemed to stumble just to get on her feet. Anthony approached her, grabbing her by the arm and carefully guiding her. It practically hit Scarlett as the two were making their way across the room to the stairs, that maybe Anthony only drank his own glass of wine. That meant… shit, Scarlett! You drank the whole damn bottle!

There were no words to describe what she felt. Anger at herself for being so stupid and careless was at the top of the list. Now Anthony was seeing her in a drunken stupor, and the pair only just met tonight. This was not looking good.

Scarlett had to grip the railing, with Anthony holding tightly around her waist, as she practically hobbled down the stairs. She could walk but not in a straight line. More than once, Anthony had to pick her up and help her down the flight of stairs, like she was a child. The embarrassment that seeped inside her was also not helping. Once outside, she was hoping the fresh air would do her some good, yet all she really wanted to do was run up and down the street with her arms spread wide. Thank god Anthony continued to keep a tight grip on her.

Normally, he would call for a cab, but since Scarlett lived so close, and he wanted to see that she got home safely, he stayed by her side. “How much did I drink?” Scarlett asked, her words were slurring a bit. Anthony almost thought she asked something else, something with a bit of gibberish in it, but he was able to pick out the phrase. “A lot,” he said with a laugh. Scarlett felt herself turn red from embarrassment. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, it did nothing to help with her mental state.

The apartment complex was a bit rundown. It was a newer building but from the looks of things, it gave the impression that the construction company rushed to get it ready. The roof was in need of cleaning, the paint was chipping off, and it gave off this feeling that rent was cheaper than normal, especially in a city like New York. “What floor?” Anthony asked. Scarlett was clinging to him now. Her arm was wrapped around his shoulders and she just raised one finger in the air.

It took a while to figure out exactly which apartment was hers. She would giggle when he asked and even tried to keep the key away from him in some weird game of keep-away. Once inside, Anthony was surprised to find it sort of normal. Despite Scarlett having too much to drink, which he felt was fine considering everything, he enjoyed talking to her and getting to know her tonight. In his experience, that often came with hidden secrets from girls he would be interested in. A messy home, a kid he didn’t know the girl had, money problems, so on and so forth. Scarlett continued to surprise him.

He set her down on the couch and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a glass of water in his hand and was offering it to the blonde. “Here, this’ll help,” he said gently. He sat next to her and Scarlett took the water, along with a few sips of the helpful drink. It did do wonders. She knew the reason she was hit so hard from the bottle of wine was because she drank on an empty stomach. That was on her and she wouldn’t blame Anthony if he didn’t want to see her again. With that thought, she felt like maybe she should tell him how she was feeling, especially when she had liquid courage working its way through her system.

“Thanks for bringing me home,” she said while setting the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of her. She turned to look at the Broadway star with a smile. Anthony was about to say something but Scarlett kept talking. “You’re really cute,” she said while leaning into him, “Like, really, really cute.” That was not how she wanted to start the conversation but oh well, it’s out in the open now.

“I kinda like you,” Scarlett continued. She caught Anthony off guard, she could tell by the look on his face, yet her drunken stupor apparently didn’t care. “I think you are funny, good-looking, and that smile, dude,” she replied. Anthony was beaming at the compliments, but he remained composed. He was determined to keep his hands to himself. One bad news story and the tickets for his show would flop, plus he might be out of a job. That was partly why he didn’t drink it up at parties and such. He had to retain this public image.

He was about to say something, but Scarlett never got to find out what that was. In a moment, an instant, she ended up kissing him. His lips were right there, and she couldn’t help it. She was leaning toward him, unaware of what exactly she was doing. It just felt right, in that moment. However, Scarlett wished she could remember what happened next because, once her eyes closed and she gave herself over to her drunk side completely, she passed out. As if the night couldn’t get any worse or embarrassing, she was laying right on Anthony’s lap.

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#anthony ramos x oc #anthony ramos x reader #anthony ramos #john laurens x oc #john laurens #philip hamilton #new writer

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elusive---ivory · 5 years ago

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The Woman in Velvet pt. 3

Aww yeah part three. This ones a long one. I worked extremely hard last night just for this one part lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Cursing?, Fluff, Angst.

Pairing: Arthur x Oc

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Sandy had finally reached her apartment after her long, drawn out day. The sweet smell of liquor and cigarettes filled the room. She took a deep breath, took out a pack of cigarettes, and relaxed. Sandy tried to cut back on smoking, but it was hard during rough days like these. She turned on the radio. Good music was always a remedy to her.

"Here's a song that's been highly requested: Big Girls Don't Cry by The 4 Seasons."

Sandy smiled, and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a wine glass, and poured herself some delicious chardonnay. Sandy usually drank more wine rather than fancy chardonnay, but today, she felt festive. She danced around her small kitchen, with the glass in her hand. The radio blasted her favorite song.

"Silly girl, shame on you, your mama said.

Silly girl, shame on you, you cried in bed.

Silly girl, shame on you, you told a lie.

Big. Girls. Do. Cry."

Sandy stopped dancing, and looked at the glass in her hand. Before she knew it, she drank the entire bottle of chardonnay. She giggled in a drunken haze. Her eyes welled up with hot tears, despite roaring up with laughter. 'A lonely old whore, huh? That's what I've come to.' Sandy thought to herself. She desperately didn't want to be alone, anymore. She had been lonely for most of her life. All she wanted was just someone to talk to, or even somebody to love her.

'What about Arthur from the elevator?' Sandy thought. She picked up a phone book and flipped through the pages.

Arthur sat next to his mother, watching the television.

"Don't you turn that dail we'll be right back to The Murray Franklin Show."

His mother was snoring soundly next to him. He decided to turn the TV off, and head to the living room.

'You scared her off.' He thought. 'She's never going to talk to you again.'

Arthur couldn't stop thinking about how he completely embarrassed himself in front of Sandy. He took out his joke book.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He hissed to himself. He didn't know how to act around girls, especially girls he took a liking to. Despite, just meeting Sandy, Arthur felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He felt indebted to her. Hell, Sandy showed him more kindness, than anyone in his life, and he ruined it.

He erupted into roaring laughter, writing sloppily in his worn out joke book.

I guess Sandy hates me. Go figure. It's the first time I've ever spoken to her. She's so pretty to look at. Today I runied it. It's my fault.

He push down on his pen hard, drawing as much ink as possible, until it broke. He sighed, walking up to the kitchen, washing his hands in the sink. As he was drying his hands off, the telephone rang. Quickly, he reached over to it.

"Um, hello?" Arthur said, meekly.

"Heyy, Artie, how ya doing?" Sandy replied, drunkenly.

"Sandy? How did you get my number?" Arthur asked, fairly concerned. He had remember that Sandy had given her number to him, not the other way around.

"Well," she hiccups, "Ya know, I looked in the phone book."

"Oh?" Arthur said, extremely confused.

"Do ya wanna hang out? I'm so bored." Sandy whined.

Arthur's face got hot. Him, alone with Sandy. She must be joking.

"Me?" Arthur whispered.

"Yeah, who else? Come on, chuckles." Sandy grinned against the phone.

"I don't know. Let me go check on my mom." Arthur was slightly embarrassed admitting that he still lived with his mom.

"Aww, ok, momma's boy," Sandy giggled. "Meet me in my apartment in ten."

Arthur hung up the phone, and snuck into his mother's room. She was still sleeping. Arthur gave a breath of relief.

'Maybe, it's a joke.' Arthur thought. "It has to be." Why would she need to see him at 11:00 at night?

No matter what Arthur's reservations were. He decided to go. He gently locked his apartment door, and headed out.

Arthur gently knocked on Sandy's door, hoping it didn't wake up the neighbours.

"Aww, Artie, you made it!" Sandy said, with a drawn out slur. She had on a silky nightgown that barely went past her thighs and showed most of her skin, including her breasts.

Arthur blushed, trying to just look at her eyes rather than her exposed skin.

"Hi, Sandy. You wanted me over?" Arthur greeted.

"Yes, I did!" Sandy giggled throwing her hands around his neck.

Arthur's eyes went wide by this sudden physical contact. Suddenly, he was pulled into Sandy's apartment by the neck.

Arthur cleared his throat.

"I like your place." Arthur slowly took Sandy's hands off his neck.

"Mmhmm." She hummed, still in a very drunk state. "Come sit down." Sandy giggled and flopped down on the couch. Arthur chuckled nervously and joined her on the couch.

"Soo, Artie. What's your place like?" Sandy crossed her legs, getting in a more comfortable position.

"Uh, well it's small. My mom usually takes the bed, and I have to sleep on the couch to make sure she's comfortable." Arthur looked down at his hands.

"That's so sweet, Artie." Sandy smiled, clutching her heart. "Ya know what they say. If you have a good relationship with your mom, you'll have a good relationship with a girl the future."

Arthur tilted his head. "Really? Where'd you read that?"

"On a fortune cookie." Sandy snickered.

Arthur giggled. Sandy had made his night, despite being super drunk. Her silliness made Sandy more endearing to him.

"Hey, we should play a game." Sandy suggested.

"Ok." Arthur compiled.

"Let's play.. uh, truth or dare." Sandy uncrossed her legs, and shifted to the chair next to him. "I'll go first. Truth or dare?" Sandy asked.

Arthur scratched his head. He felt like he was at a teenage girl's slumber party. "Truth." Arthur stated.

"Is it true that you have a girlfriend?" Sandy teased, poking at his shoulder.

Arthur raised his eyebrow and chuckled. "No, I've never had a girlfriend before." Arthur answered.

Sandy let out a gasp. "Really? You're so cute, who wouldn't want to date you." Sandy pinched Arthur's cheeks, like if he was a child.

Arthur blushed and chuckled, pushing her hands off his cheeks.

"Now, you gotta ask me." Sandy giggled.

"Oh, right. Sandy. Truth or dare?" Arthur asked.

"Hmm, dare." Sandy answered.

Arthur thought for a second.

"I dare you to tell me why I'm here." Arthur dared.

Sandy frowned. "That's not a dare, Arthur."

"Sandy, please tell me why I'm here." Arthur insisted.

Sandy crossed her arms and sighed. "Fine, you're here because, I wanted you here. I was lonely. There. Are you happy?" Sandy snapped.

Arthur's gaze soften. "You're lonely?"

"Yeah, I have no friends, and the people I considered friends abandoned, especially boyfriends. Most people are very cruel to me, and call me just all sorts of names, but all I can do is just smile and take it." Sandy broke down into tears. "I drink, smoke, anything to really numb my mind. Just so I can relieve my stress. It sucks, Arthur. It sucks to be in a world where if you don't look like a starving model, everyone just hates you. I just wish that I had someone." Sandy held onto Arthur and cried in his chest.

Arthur hugged her tightly, gently petting her hair. His heart was breaking as he heard her cry.

"How could you think like that? Do you really think no one could ever love you?" Arthur gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's true. Not even my own family loved me. I'm a fucking failure of a human being." Sandy wailed.

All Arthur could do was hold her. "You don't have to feel like this, you know. You don't have to be lonely." Arthur's blue eyes met with Sandy's chocolate ones.

"What are you saying?" Sandy asked, holding onto Arthur's arms.

Arthur gently kissed Sandy's lips. She gave into the sweet kiss. The kiss lasted for a short minute. It wasn't too rough. It was sweet and delicate. Something Sandy hadn't felt in years.

Slowly after that Sandy fell asleep in Arthur's arms. He smiled at her sleeping state.

Arthur felt content with himself with her in his arms.

Sandy was his weakness. He couldn't help himself. Arthur Fleck was madly in love.

#joker film #joker x reader #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck x you #arthur fleck #arthur x oc #arthur fleck x reader

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