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[demie90s]

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Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You pull up courtside in sweats with your bestie, fresh off a “break” with your maybe-ex.

Genre: Flirty, Slow Burn, Post-Break Tension

Word Count: ~ 1.2k

Warnings: Light cursing, flirtation, implied relationship drama

The seats were too close for how unserious we looked.

Me and my friend Paris pulled up to the Mystics vs Sky game dressed like we rolled straight out of a TikTok live and into these courtside seats. Matching sweats, no bras, hair barely brushed, and candy stashed in my Louis tote like we were sneaking snacks into a movie.

“I don’t even know how you got these seats,” I said, shoving another watermelon Sour Patch in my mouth and chewing slow.

Paris giggled, popping her gum with the side of her tongue. “Girl, I told you. Derrick owed me somethin’. Said I been ‘good.’” She did air quotes and rolled her eyes. “Like… what does that even mean?”

I blinked. “It means next time, ask for Bora Bora.”

“Girllll you know he too old for me to explain that.”

“…hoe… find a way.”

We both started laughing like we weren’t two grown women being recorded on five different iPhones. The girls behind us were whispering, and I could already tell the clip was gonna end up on Twitter: “not her at a whole WNBA game dressed like it’s pajama day 😭😭😭” — yeah, and still the finest in the room.

I reached over and grabbed another handful of Paris’s candy.

“Damn.”

“You should’ve brought your own.”

“I did—you just ate mine first.”

I rolled my eyes, legs stretched, arm slung across the back of the seat. “Bitch be grateful. I’m snack taxin’. You lucky I ain’t eat ya whole purse.”

The camera panned past us once or twice, probably thinking we were girlfriends. Happens all the time. I didn’t mind. The real issue was who wasn’t here.

She.

The girl I was supposedly on a break from. The same girl who used to sit next to me at these games in all her polished, too-perfect glory. And the same girl Georgia Amoore definitely knew.

Whether they got along was complicated. They smiled in public—took little pictures, tapped phones, gave each other compliments that sounded like insults. Real cordial. But Georgia? Georgia had always had that look in her eye.

Like she been waiting. Like she knew something my girlfriend didn’t. Like the moment I was up for grabs, she’d be right there—casual.

When halftime rolled around, there she was.

Walking up with her hair still damp, mouth twisted like she wasn’t doing nothing out the ordinary. No smile, no smirk. Just calm. Like this wasn’t a setup.

I blinked slowly, the Sour Patch mid-chew. Paris’s whole body straightened.

“Bitch,” she whispered. “Why is she—”

“Shhh.” I waved her off like I wasn’t suddenly sitting straighter too.

Georgia didn’t say anything right away. She just brought a jersey—and held it out like she was handing over a receipt.

“Here you go.”

I stared. I knew what this was. The quiet flex. The “I ain’t even tryin’, I just know what I’m doing” energy. Her eyes didn’t leave mine.

I took the jersey with a grin, folding it over my lap like it was a Birkin. “How considerate.”

She nodded. “Figured she wouldn’t mind.”

Paris coughed a laugh into her drink. I didn’t blink.

“You figured right,” I said. “We on a break.”Georgia’s eyes scanned my face, then flicked to the camera crew nearby before she shrugged.

“Breaks don’t mean unavailable.”

“Oh, I know,” I replied, biting my straw. “But you was always real friendly.”

Georgia leaned on the rail beside us, arms crossed, real nonchalant like she didn’t just make me remember the way she smiled at me the first time we met—with her sitting right beside me.

She glanced down at my legs, then back to my face. “You look comfortable.”

I blinked. “That a problem?”

“Nope,” she said, pushing off the rail. “It’s just good to see you without the filter.”

She didn’t mean the Instagram one. I knew it. Paris knew it. Hell, my ex probably knew it too.

Georgia started walking off, turning her head just slightly. “Tell Paris to stop sharin’ her candy. You gon’ eat her outta house and home.”

I sucked my teeth. “Mind your business, Amoore.”

She raised one hand without looking back. “I’m tryin’ to.”

Paris leaned in, gasping. “She’s been waitin’ to risk it all. I felt that.”

I smirked, sliding the jersey into my lap with a little shake. “If she don’t stop playing with me… I’ma start wearing this shit around the house.”

After she walked off, jersey-less and smug as hell, Paris was fanning herself.

“She been plottin’, bitch.”

I didn’t respond. I was too busy pretending not to replay that whole interaction like a TikTok in my head. Because let’s be real—Georgia was always a little too friendly.

Not in a messy way. Not even in a disrespectful way. Just… observant. Quiet. Calculated. Like she didn’t believe in rushing nothing.

Even when my ex was in the room, Georgia would throw those little comments, always under the radar:

“Y’all cute. You sure you not single, though?”

“Damn, I like girls who talk back.”

After the game, me and Paris lingered. Mostly because I was still chewing the last of her candy and she couldn’t find her lip gloss.

That’s when Georgia showed back up—this time in slides and sweats, curls half-dry, and a plastic grocery bag swinging at her side like she’d just picked something up on the way out.

“Y’all still here?” she said, like she didn’t mean to walk straight over.

Paris blinked. “I mean… traffic.”

“Mhmm,” Georgia grinned. Then she looked at me. “You eat yet?”

I blinked slow. “No, but I did steal all her snacks.”

Paris cut in quick: “She really did. That’s not even a joke.”

Georgia tilted her head. “Wanna come get something? I’m grabbing food down the street. No pressure.”

She said it calm. Real nonchalant. Like this wasn’t exactly what she’d been waiting for. Like it wasn’t an opportunity wrapped in lemon pepper and laid out in neon lights.

I looked at Paris. Paris looked at me. We both looked at the bag in Georgia’s hand like it had the answers to life.

Really, what was I supposed to say? I’m on a break. I’m hungry. Georgia She don’t even look pressed. That’s the scariest part.

“Sure,” I said, shrugging like I wasn’t already standing up. “But I’m not sharing.”

Georgia smirked. “I could’ve guessed.”

By the time we slid into the booth at a late-night spot barely holding on with a B-rating in the window, it was clear: this wasn’t a date. It wasn’t a “just friends” moment either.

It was… open-ended.

She passed me a fry without looking. She let Paris go on about Derrick and his bad knees. She asked if I still did streaming. I asked why she played so damn calm.

And somewhere between me stealing her lemon pepper wing and her wiping honey mustard off my lip with her finger, I realized—

My ex ain’t ever had me laughing like this.

Georgia didn’t push. She didn’t ask questions about her. Didn’t even bring her up again. She just existed beside me, calm and easy, like this was always an option.

Like she knew—I’ll wait. But I ain’t waitin’ forever.

I wasn’t gonna say it out loud, but damn… food tastes better when you don’t feel guilty.

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[hello-nichya-here]

I'd also mention there's three other big difference between Lee and Azula: Lee is not trying to copy the behavior of bullies to survive (something Zuko himself is guilty of), Lee has never been HIS bully, and he sure as hell has never tried to copy the behavior of Zuko's abusive father who then pretty much said "I wish your sibling was an only child, Zuko".

All of that (combined, like you said, with the fact that he is older now) creates some emotional distance and makes Zuko more forgiving of Lee's fuck ups.

When Azula, the sister that is just 2 years younger than him, casually says cruel things like "You'll never catch up" and is Ozai's favorite steals his knife, Zuko is going to take it as another insult, another threat, another hurtful action. It's her saying "You're not relevant enough for me to get in trouble for this." He can't see the jealousy or even the regular childish impulse to start shit.

But when this random kid that is half his age and thinks he's awesome BECAUSE the authority figure around hates his guts does the same thing? That's flattering. Of course he's not mad. Of course he doesn't take it as some kind of mindgame that he'll inevitably lose.

It's always so fascinating to me how there's a noticeable pattern in the show of things that COULD turn into huge fights between Zuko and Azula just... remaining perfectly chill if Zuko either doesn't take her teasing to heart or, in rare circumstances, actually manages to not be verbally cornered by her.

Azula is being insensitive when talking about Azulon and how someone more suited for the throne than Iroh (Ozai) should take his place? Zuko asks her how she'd feel if Lu Ten was the one wanting to get rid of their dad so his own father could benefit from it, and Azula "answers" by changing the subject back to Iroh's supposed shortcomings because she can't answer with "I would/wouldn't be okay with that" without Zuko immediately calling bullshit.

Azula tricks him into admiting he's visiting Iroh but then tells him she means no harm, even though she was being shady two seconds ago? Zuko just decides to believe her, drops the issue and they don't fight.

Azula tells him to make sure the royal painter gets "his good side"? Zuko ignores that and just asks her for help in figuring out what the hell happened between Sozin and Roku. Again, no fight, even as Azula gives him the teasing comments like "Did you pay any attention in school?"

Whenever he ignores her mindgames and taunts, their relationship is fine. If he gives her grace, like Iroh did to him whenever Zuko lost his temper, their relationship is a more mutual-help version of the dynamic he briefly had with Lee, in which he did most of the help.

Azula gives him the opportunity to go home when she's preparing to take Ba Sing Se, Zuko jumps into the frey right as Aang and Katara have her cornered. Zuko helps her out when Katara is mopping the floor with her, Azula reassures him as he's feeling guilt over turning his back on Iroh. Zuko lets Azula boss him around and even jump on him during the game at the beach, Azula makes Chan invite both of them to his party.

If Zuko gave Azula the chance to be better, helped her through her own healing journey, and Azula accepted said help, they'd be a team - which actually makes for a nice parallel with what Zuko said to Lee in the episode

"Keep in mind, these are dual swords, two halfves of a single weapon. Don't think of them as separate, 'cause they're not. They're just two different parts of the same whole."

Azula might call their Agni Kai "the showdown that was always meant to be", but there's this context subtext through the entire show that practically screams that their rivalry is not only toxic, it's unnatural, forced, something that never should have happened, a horrible mistake that needs to be corrected.

Considering Ehasz's plan for Zuko to be Azula's Iroh if the show had gone on, Zuko trying to be a protector/role model of sorts for Lee could be a little hint of the kind of role he has to try and play for Azula to make things right again, to end this imposed rivalry.

Zuko, the Knife, and Sibling Relationships in "Zuko Alone"

Zuko Alone is an episode with two different plots, one in the present and one in the past. Both plots are largely about Zuko's sibling relationships, and Zuko's knife is is a common thread through both, suggesting certain hidden parallels. In particular, the knife, and the parallels we notice if we pay close attention to it, suggest something about what Zuko's wants out of a sibling relationship.

The object of our focus

We should first briefly summarize the role the knife plays in the narratives.

Present Plot:

Lee (the little kid) sees Zuko "stand up" to the bully soldiers, "adopts" Zuko and brings him home, and projects Lee's relationship with his older brother Sensu onto Zuko. For Lee, Zuko is "an older brother."

While Zuko is sleeping, Lee steals Zuko's swords from him and plays around with them, but is holding them wrong.

Zuko finds Lee and shows him how to correctly use the swords.

Lee's father Gansu has to leave for the front, as Sensu has been captured. Zuko gives Lee his knife.

Lee challenges the soldiers with his knife, and gets imprisoned and "conscripted" for it. The soldiers take Lee's knife. Sela, Lee's mother, begs Zuko for help.

Zuko defeats the soldiers and retrieves the knife, but in doing so reveals his true identity.

Zuko tries to return the knife to Lee, but Lee rejects it.

Past Plot:

Iroh gives Zuko the knife and Azula the doll. Azula is clearly jealous of Zuko's gift and burns the doll.

Zuko is playing with the knife. Azula, still clearly jealous, criticizes Zuko's ability with it. Zuko threatens to throw the knife at her head. Azula breaks the news of Iroh's retreat to Zuko..

Azula sneaks into Zuko's room and steals the knife. Zuko finds her playing with it and angerily demands it back. Azula taunts him about it but ultimately lets him steal it back. Apparently, after that, she didn't continue to covet the knife, as it's still in Zuko's possession in canon.

As you can see, there are strong parallels between these two stories. The knife (and to some degree it's equivalent, Zuko's swords) function as a source of discord and conflict. Most of the conflict between Zuko and Azula (not all of it) in this episode is actually about the knife. In particular, we can identify a series of parallels:

The knife as a gift, passed down from someone older and "wiser." Iroh passes down the knife to Zuko and Zuko passes it down to Lee.

The swords/the knife as an object of desire, something stolen. Azula steals the knife, while Lee steals Zuko's swords, another bladed weapon.

Playing with the knife/the swords. Lee, Zuko, and Azula all do this.

The knife as a source of trouble and discord. Much of the conflict between the siblings stems from Azula's desire for the knife. Meanwhile, Lee gets the knife and immediately proceeds to use it to get into hot water.

We also can see some parallels between Azula and Lee in particular:

Lee sees Zuko as an older brother, while Zuko is Azula's older brother.

Young Azula and Lee are about the same age.

Both Lee and Azula are troublemakers: Azula throws fire at an apple on Mai's head, while Lee throws eggs at the soldiers and later threatens them with his knife.

Azula and Lee both say uncomfortable things and ask uncomfortable questions. Lee is the only person within the entire series to ask Zuko how he got his scar, for instance.

Both Lee and Azula ultimately reject the knife. Lee refuses it and Azula allows Zuko to retrieve it.

If we accept that Lee and Azula are parallel characters (not the only possible reading of the episode, but a compelling), the question that remains is why their relationship with their "older brother" Zuko so different? How and why is Zuko's behavior so different?

When Lee steals Zuko's swords, Zuko responds positively and kindly to it, and he eventually gives Lee his knife. We can almost see this as a "do-ever" of what happened with Azula. Azula was so clearly jealous of Zuko getting a knife, and so desperate for it. Zuko could have offered to share the knife with her, or even could voluntarily gifted it to her. I am not demonizing young Zuko for not doing so. He was a kid, and it's not like Azula was being particularly nice to him even before that. Yet if he had, most of the conflict between Zuko and Azula in that episode would have been defused, and the consequences would have potentially reverberated up to the present.

Perhaps we can see Zuko's treatment of Lee mostly as a do-over, as Zuko, unconsciously, making different and better decisions in a similar situation now that he's older and (perhaps?) wise. Or perhaps there is yet another piece of this puzzle. There's something true about Lee that isn't true about Azula:

Lee: I think you'd really like my brother Sensu. He used to show me stuff like this all the time.

Lee looks about Zuko and adores him, and Zuko can in turn teach Lee stuff. Perhaps this is why Zuko ultimately responds so positively to Lee. At some level, this is the sort of relationship Zuko wants to have with a younger sibling.

On the other hand, Azula will never look up to Zuko, will never adore him. She could love him with her whole heart, be the nicest sister in the world to him (which she never is in canon, be clear), even try to hand him everything he ever wanted, but she'll never look up to him. It's simply not in her nature. He'll never be able to teach or show her anything. Zuko can't have the sort of relationship he has with Lee with her.

The Zuko-Azula sibling relationship is dysfunctional for many, many reasons,* but this another reason why it is so, one that I've never seen any recognize.

*Abuse, sibling competition, generationally terrible parenting, toxic imperialist culture, toxic masculinity, Azula's sharp tongue, bad luck, etc.

[fungusrice]

What are your thoughts on the idea of Stu/Sidney as a couple? Did you know that the actors that played them dated for 3 years in real life?

I'm sure this is something that would possibly trigger those who ship Stu and Billy, but I genuinely don't care about "shipping" or offended people, so I won't have issue sharing down on earth observations, so let's dive into it.

Whether people like it or not, Stu had a thing for women and for the female body. It is more than obvious, as we've received a lot of proofs -not just subtle hints- that he has been consuming girls, and had a very high sex-drive which he even joked about. Do we remember how he wanted to see breasts, and how it has been a returning subject? How proud he was when he said he was with Tatum last night? Or when Randy said that having sex is a big no-no in a horror movie, and Stu literally said that "then he'd be a dead man" with this expression?

Yes, this guy loves sex, and loves fucking women.

Now, about him and Sidney, this is not something I've been exploring that deep yet, however, I'd definitely want to dive deeper into this, because I think he might have been telling the truth and then we can try to figure out what Stu ways of "love" truly means.

You could see him making constantly mocking Randy whenever he tried to approach Sidney or talked about his chances, almost as if he'd try to disencourage him from even trying. He also called Sidney "baby" a couple of times (if my memory serves, but I'll double check those scenes that I certainly remember him addressing her in a sweet way). Of course, he is a highly energetic, very "clingy" person who is all about over exaggerated self-expression to get some attention -an another sad sign of how neglected and looked over he has been-, so it could mean anything.

However, let's be real, Stu was emotionally very unstable, and the lack of genuine love and attention he received (or should I straight up say he did NOT receive) definitely made him have a troublesome way of understanding relationships and "love" or "bonding".

It makes me feel like he used sex and invading others space as a form of "connection", because that was the only way he could "express himself", which was not much. Through the body.

Script time

In a script, Sidney actually asked Tatum about sex with Stu, to which she responded the following:

Sid pushes the cart out of the glass door with Tatum riding it. The GHOST MASKED FIGURE is nowhere to be found. Sidney: What do you think about when you're having sex? Tatum: With Stu, there's little time to stop and reflect. But sometimes before, to relax and get in the mood, I think about Grant Goodeve.

What could this indicate?

"There's little time to stop and reflect" This might hint that sex with Stu is intense, impulsive and rather physical than emotional. It's possibly fast-paced, perhaps even a bit wild. He likely jumps right into things with high energy (which'd be very fitting for Stu’s personality) without much cuddly foreplay or slow build-up, which Tatum has been missing.

But remember, Stu likely did not love Tatum.

There are multiple reasons why he possibly started to date her right after he got dumped (which he lied about to his friends and Tatum, acting as if he was the one dumping Casey, possibly to preserve himself from taunts and the humiliation that comes from getting replaced by someone "better"). Dating Tatum helped him get closer to Sidney.

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

"Yes. And the worst part is acting like you're not doing it while simultaneously cataloging everyone else's moves for future reference."

The server appeared at their table with perfect timing, like they'd been hovering just out of sight waiting for a lull in conversation. "Good evening, have you had a chance to look over the menu? Can I start you with any appetizers or would you like to order your entrees?"

"I think we're ready," Anais said, glancing at Demir. "I'll have the mushroom risotto, and..." She gestured for him to order. After they'd both ordered and the server disappeared with their menus, Anais settled back in her chair. This whole thing was spiraling way past reconnaissance territory. She was supposed to be mining information about Izel, figuring out weak spots she could exploit later. Instead she was sitting here relating to his damage like it matched her own. "Polished," she said, shaking her head. "Trust me, half the time I'm just hoping nobody notices I'm winging it. All that composure you're seeing? Pure survival instinct wrapped in a decent blazer." The honesty slipped out easier than it should have. She wasn't supposed to be giving him real pieces of herself to work with.

His comment about skipping straight to emotional dessert made something warm settle in her chest that had nothing to do with strategy. This was dangerous territory - the kind where she started forgetting why she'd called him in the first place. The Solis family had destroyed her father without a second thought, but here was their princess's ex making vulnerability sound like humor instead of weakness. "You know what's really twisted?" she continued, scanning the tiramisu description without actually reading it. "We spend all this energy pretending to be normal, and then when someone calls us on it, we're shocked they want to stick around anyway." She looked up at him, caught off guard by how easily he'd shifted from flirting to something real. "And honestly? This not being pretend thing works for me too. Even if we're both probably more damaged than we're letting on." The admission hung between them for a second before she forced herself back to safer ground. "As for my dating profile disasters, I'm thinking 'Enjoys spreadsheets, has daddy issues, may audit your personal finances for fun.' Real winner, right?" She grinned, trying to keep it light even though talking about her father always made her chest tight. "What about you? 'Recovering charmer seeks someone who won't run when emotions get complicated'?"

Demir’s laugh came low and warm, the kind that slipped out without permission, and it lingered like he didn’t want to rein it back in. "God, I really have done that too many times. Pretending I know which glass is mine while quietly tracking the cutlery hierarchy like it’s an Olympic event.” He leaned his elbow on the table, chin tilted her way, eyes holding just enough mischief to keep it flirty—but the kind that ran deeper than surface charm. “And you’re telling me that behind all that spreadsheet elegance, you were also mapping escape routes and mirror-checking your posture like the rest of us? I feel betrayed. I thought you were one of the polished ones.” His smile softened, just slightly. “Funny, isn’t it? All the ways we twist ourselves into what we think people expect, and half the time they’re just doing the same thing.”

He watched her, the edges of his smirk tugging up with something far too real for a fake date. “And hey, if you’re spoiling me with light childhood trauma and perfectly delivered audit humour, I might have to skip straight to dessert. Emotionally, I mean. Though—” his eyes flicked to the menu, then back to her, “—if you think I’m waiting till date three to hear your dramatic reading of ‘systematic irregularities,’ you clearly underestimate how easily bribed I am by good risotto and better company.” There was a pause. Not heavy, but honest. “You know,” he said, quieter now, “this was supposed to be a casual date. Polite laughs, harmless banter, maybe a story or two that doesn’t leave bruises.” He toyed with the edge of his napkin again, the same idle thumb movement she’d noticed earlier. “But here we are, trading damage and dessert plans like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And I don’t know what that says about us yet, Anais... but I’m not in a rush to define it.” He looked at her then—not just amused, not just curious, but seeing her. “Whatever this is, it’s not pretend. Not for me, anyway.” And then, as if to break the weight of that truth gently, he added with a wink, “Now go on, tell me more about what else would be on your dating profile, even though I already admitted I'll swipe right. Then you can tell me--what you think my profile would be like and if you'd swipe right or not."

[tateytots]

the duality of me ig lol

[atopvisenyashill]

not an f&b aegon ii fan, not a hotd aegon ii fan, but a secret third thing (a fan of the aegon ii that only exists in my mind)

[5eyed]

some recent sprites for "on the flip side" characters (or rather the dimensional doubles of existing characters lol). ive posted characters from this universe a lot over the years, as its my oldest story that i still work on/think about, but ive never really explained who they are! if youd like to explore the setting and characters of "on the flip side" a bit, i made a carrd for it here (its still a wip but im trying to get it all finished within the month! main characters have fully written out bios & backstories, some side characters still just have basic info.) (also this all takes place in a fictional californian city and if you read this and go "wow that is definitely not how things are in california or the us" sorry i dont know shit im french.)

[blue-eli]

Thinking about Kairi & Sora but mainly Kairi and going insane. Girl you have so many issues

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

trying to figure out this lab schedule is making me feel so stupid and embarrassed. what was i thinking alternating monday/wednesday and tuesday/thursday weeks. what kind of a schedule is that. i should have just said can i do mondays and wednesdays from the start. because i don't even want to come in on fridays since i don't really have to. i don't know why i've made this so complicated and now i feel like i've talked too much about it that i'm either confusing or annoying my grad student because it's not like she doesn't have other projects or things she's doing and i feel like i'm intruding all the time and it doesn't help that there's this huge language and culture barrier between me and the whole fucking lab i always feel like i'm walking on eggshells all the time being (1) undergrad and (2) southeast asian american and im just. fuck this i want to catapult myself directly into the sun

[complainblogforthevoid]

I've finally figured out an argument that convinces coding tech-bros that AI art is bad.

Got into a discussion today (actually a discussion, we were both very reasonable and calm even through I felt like committing violence) with a tech-bro-coded lady who claimed that people use AI in coding all the time so she didn't see why it mattered if people used AI in art.

Obviously I repressed the surge of violence because that would accomplish nothing. Plus, this lady is very articulate, the type who makes claims and you sit there thinking no that's wrong it must be but she said it so well you're kind of just waffling going but, no, wait-- so I knew I had to get this right if I was gonna come out of this unscathed.

The usual arguments about it being about the soul of it and creation fell flat, in fact she was adamant that anyone who believed that was in fact looking down at coding as an art form as she insisted it is. Which, sure, you can totally express yourself through coding. There's a lot more nuance as to the differences but clearly I was not going to win this one.

The other people I was with (literally 8 people anti-ai against her, but you can't change the mind of someone who doesn't want to listen and she just kept accusing us of devaluing coding as an art) took over for I kid you not 15 minutes while I tried desperately to come up with a clear and articulate way to explain the difference to her. They tried so many reasonable arguments, coding being for a function ("what, art doesn't serve a function?") coding being many discrete building blocks that you put together differently, and the AI simply provides the blocks and you put it together yourself ("isn't that what prompt building is") that it's bad for the environment ("but not if it's used for capitalism, hm?" "Yeah literally that's how capitalism works it doesn't care about the environment" she didn't like that response)

But I finally got it.

And the answer is: It's not about what you do, it's about what you claim to be.

Imagine that someone asks an AI to write a code and, by some miracle, it works perfectly without them having to tweak it---which is great because they couldn't tell you what a single solitary thing in that code means.

Now imagine this person, with their code that they don't know how it works, goes and applies to be a coder somewhere, presenting this AI code as proof that they're qualified.

Should they be hired?

She was horrified, of course. Of course they shouldn't be. They're not qualified. They can't actually code, and even if by some miracle they did have an AI successfully write a flawless code for every issue they came across that wouldn't be their code, you could hire any shmuck on the street to do that, no reason to pay someone like they're creating something.

When actual engineers use AI what they do is get some kind of base, which they then go though and check for problems and then if they find any they fix them, and add on to the base code with their own knowledge instead of just trying different prompt after prompt until they randomly come across one that works.

People who generate code like this don't usually call themselves engineers. They're people who needed a bit of code and didn't have the knowledge to generate it, and so used a resource.

And there you go. There are people who have none of the skills of artists, they don't practice, they don't create for themselves. When they feed the prompt to the AI they then don't just use the resulting image as a reference point for their own personal masterpiece, and if they don't like it they don't have the skills to change it---they simply try another prompt, and do that until they get something they like.

These people are calling themselves artists.

Not only that, these people are bringing the AI generated thing to interviews, and they are getting hired, leaving people who slave over their craft out of the job.

And that is the difference, for the tech bros who think AI art isn't a big deal.

[s2pdoktopus]

Lulu and Ene not caring about sexuality for different reasons

Lulu doesn't care because her legal guardian fell in love with her adoptive brother before moving on and eventually getting a good wife. She loves and respects him too much to feel repulsed about his preferences. (Although she worries that he seems to fall mostly for bad partners. It's a good thing her brother disappeared, it's a good thing he divorced his first wife, and it's a good thing he's married to his current wife. His current wife is a good person.)

Ene doesn't care because he's hated something out of his control: for getting cursed. He can't judge others based on something they can't control either. For the most part, he's just happy when those who don't adhere to the norm find someone who accepts them for who they are. Especially when they are loved for who they are. (He's not projecting! What do you mean he's projecting?)

[harlotofandraste]

boss went to the office sick last week, on a call she joked about how "she's gonna give it to all of us haha" now i am sick, most likely from her and joke's on her if I don't feel well tomorrow morning then I'll not work as is my legal right and she will have to deal with me not being there

[addelaidesupreme]

I'm watching a video essay about a game ive been interested in playing. The creator of the video, who has crossdressed multiple times, makes a "women arent funny" joke, and i suddenly realize ive never witnessed him acknowledge a woman in an uplifting way before.

I'm on a dating app for lgbt+ people. I've stated multiple times on my profile that i would rather lose an arm than recieve nudes without consent. I will be sent five dick pics for every 2 people i talk to that night.

I'm talking with my dad, who informs me he's been trying his best to learn about trans issues. He says the same things steven crowder brings up when trying to ridicule trans people. I gently but firmly correct my father and get told that ive been fed propaganda.

I'm on instagram, under the comments of a post ridiculing someone for being a misogynyst. Someone's left a comment saying "it must be hard being a woman on the internet" and i respond "it is." I will have every aspect of my appearance scrutinized as a reminder that no matter how well i pass, it will never be enough for someone with bad intentions.

I'm back on that dating app for lgbt+ people. I'm messaged by an attractive looking person, but i can see their partner prominently displayed in all but their main photo, oftentimes striking what im sure they thought was a very intimidating pose. Their bio says "looking for a third for our anniversary." I know that even if I did feel up to it, the gruff partner wouldnt approve of me because i don't pass.

I'm at a job interview for a clothing store. I tell the gracefully-dressed woman interviewing me that ever since i began my transition, i've discovered an interest in fashion, and that this job would allow me to dip my toes into the industry in a safe way. I'm told that i've reduced womanhood to a stereotype, and i can tell by her tone that i lost any chance at the job the minute she realized i was trans.

I'm at the same hospital i got facial feminization surgery in, trying to figure out what's wrong with my bowels. When the person behind the desk gives me a wristband with my patient info on it, i notice a single, lonely, letter M. I ask a nurse in private why it would say that despite me having changed it nearly a year prior. They say they have no clue, and bring in paperwork for me to fill out and have it re-changed again.

I'm living with my mom at the time. I'm new to transitioning, and decide to try my hand at voice training. It feels a bit off, but otherwise im feeling neutral toward the whole thing. I try speaking in this new voice to my mom and she laughs. Now, when people ask if i intend to voice train, i find speaking at all difficult for minutes after.

I didnt have some sort of grand message to convey by this. I just had a thought and then that thought spiralled into whatever the hell this became. Some, okay most, might call it complaining; they are right to do so.

[cosycryptid]

Steve slowly realises way more customers end up actually renting something when he flirts a little with them. So for the sake of making sure he gets the Christmas bonus him and Robin were promised if they hit a certain target, he stops being picky about who he flirts with and starts turning his charm on for literally every adult who walks into the store.

It works surprisingly well. At first he's worried that some of the guys who come in might try to punch him, but he's mastered the art of being subtle with his smiles and compliments. So they mostly just have a pleasant chat with him and leave feeling conflicting emotions and carrying a movie they hadn't planned to rent, but somehow felt compelled to. When Steve and Robin get good feedback from the manager for their consistently improved rental figures, Robin starts encouraging Steve to keep it up.

The only issue is because he's spending pretty much every day flirting with people at work, it becomes second nature to him and he does it in his personal life. Most of the time he does it without even realising, but there are the rare embarrassing occasions where he catches himself saying or doing something that would not be interpreted the way he meant it to be.

One of the worst was when he dropped the kids off at the Byers' place for a sleepover and when Joyce thanked him for getting them there safe, he said, "Anything for you, Joyce," in an unintentionally suggestive tone and winked at her.

He got about half way down the driveway before practically running back to her with a bright red face, apologising profusely. "I'm so sorry, that came out really weird. I just meant that like I think of you as a mom and - no wait, shit, that makes it sound weirder." He had to take a breath to find the words and it came out stiff and unnatural when he said, "I appreciate everything you've done for us all and if you ever need help with anything you can always ask me."

The party witnessed the entire interaction and relentlessly tease him about it and mimic what he said while making kissy faces every time he's scolding them for doing or saying something stupid. They only stop when Will tells them to because that's his mom and he doesn't want to relive that weird, uncomfortable moment where Steve sounded like he was trying to proposition her.

An even worse occurrence happened not long after, when Hopper saw Steve standing around by his car, waiting for the kids to get their shit together and get out of the arcade. Hopper was on patrol, so he called over to him jokingly, "Loitering is a criminal offence, you know."

And Steve, before he could stop it, put one hand on his hip, brushed the other through his hair and said, "Are you gonna cuff me for it, Hop?"

Steve's blood ran cold in the deafening silence that followed where they looked at each other with horrified expressions, but Hopper managed to collect himself quickly. "I'm going to forget you just said that because I know that's not how you meant it to come out."

Steve couldn't look him in the eye when he quietly responded, "That would be really great, thank you."

He also had a weird moment with Jonathan, when he and Nancy walked into Family Video - which to be fair is Steve's main flirting ground - one afternoon later that week.

"So I heard you tried to flirt with both my parents?" Jonathan opened with.

And instead of more blushing and apologising, something unhinged in Steve's brain made him lean forward and say, "You jealous, Jonathan?" and even more wild is the fact that his body thought it would be a great idea to press his index finger to the middle of Jonathan's chest as he said it.

Jonathan looked at him, wide eyed, and only found himself able to let out a blank sounding, "Um."

Nancy, however, stared him down and said, "He's taken, Steve."

Steve pulled his hand away like he'd been burnt as soon as he caught on to what she meant.

And because Steve is a disaster, what was meant to be an assurance that he would never go for Nancy's partner, comes out entirely different.

“Relax, I’m not after your boyfriend. I have much better taste. Like… you, for example." It dawned on him that his tone had been way off as both Nancy and Jonathan stared at him like he had grown an extra head. "That sounded better in my brain. I've moved on, I swear. I meant my past relationships show that my type is not Jonathan. No offence, Jonathan, you are a good looking guy, like you're unconventionally handsome and it's kind of charming... I need to shut up."

He heard himself digging a deeper hole but couldn't make it stop.

"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?" Robin said, slapping him on the shoulder. "You're supposed to flirt with customers, not everyone."

"I'm sorry, I was going for reassuring this time. Why does everything I say sound wrong lately?" Steve groaned with his face pressed to his hands.

"If it makes it any better, it totally would have worked on me if I was single and into guys," Jonathan shrugged.

"No, Jonathan. That doesn't make it better." Steve snapped in response.

Eddie is blissfully unaware of this new development, until he invites Steve and Robin to one of Corroded Coffin's shows.

Steve can't keep his eyes off Eddie the entire time, and it seems as if Eddie notices and thinks it's weird because Robin definitely notices and announces to Steve that he's being weird. Also, Eddie's eyes keep flitting over to him and he definitely messed up a note or two at some point, which must mean Steve's weird behaviour is throwing Eddie off. Steve tries his best to stop but he keeps doing it so in the end he just lets himself stare and decides he'll explain it to Eddie later.

Then someone tries to approach Eddie at the side of the stage after their set, looking at him with an expression Steve recognises as one that says 'come home with me'. And he feels awful about it because he should let Eddie have that with someone, especially after all the shit he's been though, but his traitorous feet carry him through the crowd to steal Eddie's attention before the person can get there. Robin's left to follow after Steve like a parent chasing a toddler who's running with a sharp object.

Eddie's got no clue that Steve just ruined some potential action for him as he downs a bottle of water so quickly some of it drips down his shirt. Steve's brain suddenly goes 'wow I wish I was that bottle of water', which he will admit catches him off guard because where the fuck did that thought come from? All the other times he'd behaved like this, it was without any thought at all until after the fact. He's also weirdly satisfied when he notices the person who was coming over to talk to Eddie is walking away dejectedly.

"Hey, you guys made it!" Eddie says, his face lighting up as he notices Steve and Robin standing there.

"Of course we did," Robin smiles.

Eddie gives both of them a hug, but Steve's seems to linger a little longer and Steve has to fight himself not to lean in closer and smell Eddie's hair because that's a really fucking weird impulse, especially since Eddie is all sweaty from performing.

"So, what did you think?" Eddie asks, a slightly nervous tone in his voice.

"You were awesome," Steve says, and mentally pats himself on the back for saying something that sounds normal.

"Really?" Eddie asks hopefully.

Something about the look in his eyes makes Steve's chest feel strange. Which is the only explanation he has for immediately demolishing his winning streak against his flirty tendencies.

He means to compliment Eddie on how talented he is at playing guitar. That's what he tells himself anyway.

What actually comes out of his mouth is, "Yeah, you're really good with your hands, Eddie," and it sounds absolutely filthy with the low tone of Steve's voice and the little lip bite he does after, all while leaning in close and making eye contact. There is no room for interpretation at all, but Steve doesn't feel the usual panic and embarrassment that comes when he accidentally does something flirtatious. Huh.

Even more surprising, when Eddie closes the gap even further, raises an eyebrow at him and says, "You should see what they can do when there isn't a guitar in the way, sweetheart," it doesn't throw Steve off one bit, he only feels a spark of excitement at the challenge.

"Maybe I will," he replies, his gaze darting between Eddie's lips and his eyes. And yeah, he's pretty much realised that he's just intentionally flirting with Eddie at this point. He's hoping he'll leave with him because they can't exactly kiss in front of a bar full of people.

"Oh my God," Robin groans, exasperated, and both boys break apart. "Could you take me home before I have to witness anymore of this? It's bad enough watching you flirt when you don't know you're doing it, Steve."

"Shit, sorry, Robin," Steve apologises. "Yeah, I'll drive you home." Robin thanks him, says goodbye to Eddie and starts walking towards the exit. Steve turns back to look at Eddie. "See you later," he smiles, but when he's about to turn to follow Robin, he feels ringed fingers wrap firmly around his wrist.

"Yeah, you will," Eddie responds, his tone still flirty and his eyes watching Steve with purpose. "Your place or mine, big boy?"

[netsuijae]

I would love to see what your hypothetical Kanade crash out would look like ngl (you don't need to draw for this if you don't want to a text explanation would still be awesome)

ok soooo this isn't exactly the crashout but rather building up to it i guess :P

the rest of this post is gonna be rambling and predictions ⬇️

alright this ask enabled me, im gonna just dump all my thoughts as of now on what's to come for kanade's story :) i could end up being completely wrong, but hey im just theorizing and having fun here while i wait very impatiently lol

To start, I don't think kana5 will be on the scale of mizu5 (i mean i might be biased but idk if anything will come close to that level of insanity again), mainly because there hasn't been as much build-up to a breaking point. Kanade's issues have been pushed aside (by herself especially) and not heavily focused on up to this point in the story. There hasn't been any increasing tension for things to reach a climax yet. Having her big break be in this next event would be too sudden and sort of unprecedented. For this event at least, I highly doubt that'll be the case. Instead, I think this event will start to touch on Kanade's buried issues more, and begin building that tension for something bigger. I can see this being a multiple event arc, similar to the events leading up to the climax of Mafuyu's story. Summarizing that, yes I think Kanade's got some real tough shit ahead of her, but that's why this won't be a one-off event story. I think it'll just be the beginning.

That being said, to touch more on my predictions for kana5 itself, I think Kanade will start to slip, and the others, Mafuyu especially, will take notice. I can't really predict anything specific, but I think something will happen that will make her question her ability to save people, or cause her to be harder on herself, as she has in the past, to keep composing persistently, neglecting her own needs and health. However, things are different now than they were before niigo. She has more people around her that will be able to see the damage she's doing to herself. But she also knows they all look up to her, and that her music lifts them up. She knows they all have a lot they're dealing with, and she needs to be there for them. She can't let them down.

Then, when Kanade pushes herself past her limits at the cost of her well-being, what will she do then? She meets with the others on nightcord every night, and Mafuyu is living at her place. She won't be able to rot away by herself anymore without people noticing. But she still feels this need to be the group's rock and to be the one to save everyone, so she'll try her damn hardest to prevent the others from worrying about her. She'll shoot down their attempts at trying to talk about it. I think she might be especially stubborn this time around, and it might cause niigo to have to figure out a way to help Kanade, since they won't be able to get through to her at first.

Kanade has shown in the past to get uncharacteristically aggressive when she's pushing herself too hard, as shown above. She starts to take on everything herself, and snaps at anyone who tries to stop her. I think this side of her will be shown more going forward, as she begins to go down this kind of self-destructive path yet again. At least, that's where I think her story will go. Her tendency to work herself to the bone hasn't really been resolved, and she's gone so far with it before to end up in the hospital after passing out. She doesn't care what happens to her, as long as she can save people. The only reason she has ((slightly)) gotten better at taking care of herself is so that she can be able to keep composing without ending up in the hospital again. Not because she cares about her health. Because she must keep composing. She still only does the bare minimum for herself. If it's her cooking, she's only having instant ramen, and most days she's probably not going to see the sun. She still doesn't sleep much, and Mafuyu has said that she's often falling asleep at her computer.

This might be getting a little rambley atp, but my point is that Kanade neglects her own needs in her determination to save others. I mentioned how she neglects her physical health in the last paragraph, but she also neglects her own feelings as well.

She minimizes her own problems or just doesn't even talk about them. I think she truly believes that her problems don't matter, that they only distract her from her goals. The reason she doesn't open up is likely because she herself doesn't believe her feelings are important at all. She doesn't pay them any mind, and she doesn't want anyone else to either.

Of course, I have to bring this card up. I think this is just a perfect visual representation of Kanade's feelings, and it's great foreshadowing for what's to come. Those feelings are buried deep within Kanade, yet to be addressed or solved. THIS is what we're getting into. Kanade, depicted as an angel, surrounded by death. I think this is related to her guilt surrounding what happened to her father, believing it was her fault. That she destroyed everything. But because of that incident, she told herself she has to keep composing, and never stop, in order to save people. She feels like she owes that much, and that that's her sole purpose. She won't allow herself to think otherwise. No matter how much it destroys her, she must be a savior for others.

Last thing I wanted to add, because I saw this reblog under a prev kanade analysis post, and they brought up great points. Especially how dangerous Kanade's composing grind can get. We wouldn't even have a story if Honami hadn't found Kanade unconscious!!! I think she might get to a really low point again like this, but having Mafuyu there especially, it won't be able to go unnoticed. I don't have much else to add to those tags though cus they speak for themselves 🙏

Finally, just real quickly going back to the little comic I drew, this is just a rough idea of how I think Kanade could act. She'll get noticeably worse, but will try to hide that fact from the others and deny any help from them. I also mentioned that I think we could see more aggression from her again, so I included that, as she feels threatened in a way by Mafuyu worrying about her. She can't let that happen. Also, Kanade's impending doom aside, I think this progression in the story may also spark some change in Mafuyu. She might show some more emotion in this or future events, and she may realize how much Kanade means to her, motivating her to do more for her. I think it'll be a full group effort to save Kanade, but I wanna see Mafuyu taking a bigger role in this. I just think this also has the potential to grow Mafuyu's character more.

Also, as for the Kanade crashout, I really don't know how they'll handle that. I can't really predict what they're gonna do with her climax. But I want her screaming yelling and crying !!! like she better go insaneeee 🙏 and I also feel like they have a lot of potential with her seiyuu/VA and stepping out of the soft quiet voice to do some crazy shit, maybe in the songs too pls pls pls give us loud kanadeeee

OKAY THATS ENOUGH YAPPING its 5 am i havent slept....

[ari-ana-bel-la]

I absolutely love your fics! I was wondering if you'd mind writing something for Lewis where the reader isn't exactly his biological daughter, but Lewis and the reader's mother have been together since she was little so she kind of grew up with him and he became her father figure, maybe she's calling him dad for the first time without realizing it

Just Dad

The paddock was alive with its usual hum: engineers shouting over headsets, the low growl of an engine being tested, journalists weaving in and out of crowds like determined bees in a hive. Amidst the chaos, Lewis knelt beside a small, vibrant six-year-old with two fluffy puffs tied high on her head and sparkly unicorn sneakers.

"Alright, remember what we said?" he asked, gently tightening the little wristband around her tiny arm. "You stay with Maya, you don’t wander off, and if you get nervous, you can come find me or go to the Ferrari hospitality, okay?"

Yn gave an exaggerated sigh, as if she were seventeen instead of six. “I know, I know. You already said that, like, five times.”

Lewis grinned. “Well, maybe six is the lucky number today.”

“Is that because I’m six?” she teased, tilting her head and scrunching her nose.

“Exactly.” He poked her nose lightly. “Alright then, go, go, before I smother you with dad jokes.”

She took off toward Maya, the young assistant who had become something like a big sister, pausing only to wave dramatically at Lewis. He watched her go, heart warm and full.

She wasn’t technically his daughter. But she might as well have been.

---

Yn’s mother, Elle, had met Lewis three years ago at a charity gala. She wasn’t someone from the paddock, not even from the F1 world—she was an educator and a single mom doing her best to raise a bright, curious little girl who loved coloring books and hated vegetables.

Lewis hadn’t expected to fall in love with Elle, but he did, slowly and completely. He hadn’t expected to love Yn just as fiercely, but that had happened even faster. The moment she’d toddled up to him and asked why his hair looked prettier than hers, he was done for.

From then on, it was weekend visits, shared breakfasts, dance parties in the living room, and bedtime stories even when he was on the other side of the world. She’d never called him anything but Lewis—until today.

---

Later that afternoon, after debriefs and a media session, Lewis found Yn curled up in a corner of the motorhome, building a LEGO car with extreme focus. Maya had stepped out to grab her a juice box, and the hospitality lounge was quiet.

He crouched down beside her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Hey, tiny engineer, how’s it going?”

She didn’t even look up. “Bad.”

“Uh-oh. Do we need to declare a code red?”

“The tires keep falling off.”

“Ah, classic pit stop issues,” he said seriously. “Want me to help?”

She considered it. “Yeah. But not like, grown-up help. Just regular help.”

Lewis chuckled. “Regular help. Got it.”

They sat in companionable silence as they tried to stabilize the tiny plastic wheels. Yn’s tongue peeked out slightly in concentration, and Lewis had to resist the urge to kiss the top of her head. She hated when he interrupted her LEGO flow.

Once the car was fixed, she sighed in satisfaction and handed it to him. “Here. You can keep it.”

“For me?”

“Yeah. Because you didn’t yell when I said a bad word earlier.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You said a bad word?”

She looked guilty. “Only a tiny one. The one that starts with ‘cr’ and rhymes with ‘nap.’”

Lewis had to bite his cheek. “Well, I appreciate the car. And the honesty.”

She smiled, leaning into his side, then said it so naturally it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs:

“Thanks, Dad.”

Just like that.

Lewis didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it—he knew Yn didn’t mean it as a declaration, more like an instinct. A feeling. A comfort. The name had just… slipped out. And he wasn’t going to be the one to scare it away.

So he smiled softly, pulling her gently into his side. “You’re welcome, bug.”

---

That night, back at the hotel, Lewis told Elle.

“She called me Dad.”

Elle’s toothbrush froze mid-motion. “What?”

“Just casually. She handed me a LEGO car and said, ‘Thanks, Dad.’ Like it was nothing. And I acted normal. I didn’t want her to think she had to call me that or that it was something to be nervous about.”

Elle set her toothbrush down and stepped into his arms. “Lewis…”

“I didn’t cry,” he said, although his voice was slightly hoarse. “Almost. But I didn’t.”

She smiled up at him, eyes glistening. “You’ve been her dad for a while, you know. You just finally got the title.”

---

The next morning, as they walked through the paddock again, Yn reached for Lewis’s hand without looking up.

“Dad, can I get a milkshake later?”

There it was again.

He smiled and squeezed her hand. “Only if you don’t say any more words that rhyme with ‘nap.’”

She gasped, eyes wide with pretend horror. “You told on me!”

“I did no such thing,” he said, utterly offended. “But someone has a very expressive face.”

“Traitor,” she muttered, but her smile gave her away.

They stopped for a second when a fan recognized Lewis and asked for a picture. Yn, used to it by now, stepped aside and held the LEGO car while Lewis posed. Once the photo was done, the fan crouched to Yn’s level.

“Are you his daughter?”

Yn looked up at Lewis, then back at the fan, and nodded proudly. “Yep.”

And Lewis—Lewis, who had stood on countless podiums, held world championship trophies, and heard thousands cheer his name—felt something bloom in his chest that made all of those moments seem dim in comparison.

---

Back in the Ferrari hospitality, Charles caught Lewis on his way out.

“Hey,” Charles said, glancing toward Yn, who was now colouring a picture of a lion with neon pink. “She’s getting taller.”

“Tell me about it,” Lewis said. “Next thing I know she’s going to be asking for a phone.”

Charles smirked. “Did she call you Dad earlier?”

Lewis blinked. “How’d you—?”

“She said it to Maya. I overheard. You looked like you’d seen God.”

Lewis laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It just… hit different.”

Charles patted him on the shoulder. “You’ve earned it.”

---

Later that evening, Yn sat cross-legged on the hotel room bed, watching old F1 races on the tablet while Lewis dried her hair with a towel.

“That’s you!” she squealed. “You’re the car in front!”

“Sometimes,” he teased. “Not always.”

“But most of the time.” She beamed. “You’re the fastest. Even when you’re not winning, you’re still my favorite.”

He chuckled. “That’s very biased.”

“I don’t care.” She leaned back against him. “I like you the most.”

The towel slid off her head as she turned to face him. Her eyes, always full of light, looked serious.

“Is it okay if I call you Dad now? Like… all the time?”

His heart swelled.

He kept his voice steady. “Of course it is. Only if you want to, though. No pressure.”

“I do,” she said softly. “Because you feel like my dad. You do all the stuff dads do. You make me pancakes and braid my hair and read me stories even when you’re sleepy.”

He cupped her face gently. “Then I’d be honored, bug.”

She smiled, curling into his lap. “Can we get pancakes tomorrow?”

“We just had pancakes this morning.”

“Yeah, but you said six is the lucky number. I’m six. I deserve pancakes every day.”

He laughed, scooping her up. “You might be too smart for your own good.”

---

At the next race weekend, Lewis held Yn on his hip as they made their way through the crowd. Someone from the press smiled at the sight.

“She’s your daughter?” they asked.

Yn didn’t hesitate. “Yep. He’s my dad.”

And Lewis? He just nodded, his heart overflowing.

“Yeah,” he said, “I am.”

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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