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Soft currents

summary : in the middle of a heatwave, you beg Arthur to take you out for a boat ride. pairing : arthur morgan x f!reader rating : mature word count : ~5.5k warning : none. It’s just a little fluff. With a lot of kissing. And maybe things gets a little handsy. But no smut, I promise. Reader isn't described, she just wears a dress.

a/n : a huge thank you to @thedilfdiaries for being the best friend ever and always having the kindest words to encourage me, I love you💖. And also thank you so much @dilf-luvr-4evr for making me these beautiful water lilies dividers 🪷 and for supporting this idea, i hope you will enjoy that one too honey 🫶🏼. Pics by me. English isn’t my first language sorry for any mistake.

The sun is burning high in the sky, plunging the whole gang in a pitiful state of lethargy. The day finished early for everyone. After Mary Beth almost passed out, Miss Grimmshaw was forced to surrender: no more working for today. No more outside activities either. Everybody retreated inside the house, trying to find a place where the sun wasn’t breaching through the cracks in the walls…They’re all probably dozing off or reading… trying to keep themselves occupied whilst the fifth consecutive day of heatwave starts to drive you all insane.

Abigail is sitting in the corner of the main room, little jack napping on her lap, a damp cloth on his forehead… It’s not just the heat that affects you all, it’s the lack of sleep that comes with it, the nights are not much colder than the days.

And you…you are bored to death.

Laying on the piano’s bench, wearing the thinnest dress you own, you let your fingers trail down the ivory keys, pressing on the last one, a single sound echoing in the empty room. You wince as soon as you realize your mistake, searching for Abigail’s face on the opposite side of the piano, mumbling an apology.

She just stares at you, shaking her head disapprovingly, little Jack’s arms hugging her tighter as he rolls on his side. With one quiet snap of her fingers, she points to the front door, urging you to get out or stay quiet.

You sigh, defeated, already heading to the door, the blinding sun hitting your face as you step outside. And despite the shade that this unfurnished house provides, you are suffocating. The air is thick and humid and you feel like you can’t breathe: your hair is sticking to your forehead, your skin is damp, the fabric of your dress clinging to your skin…

You thought Clemens point was too hot but it was nothing compared to the swamps and the putrid smell coming from the waters as the temperature rises is just… unbearable.

If only you could get a bit of wind, some clean water to bathe in… There is no way you’ll try to dip your feet into the swamp, it’s too disgusting, and swarming with toads and gators. The last thing you want is to get your legs eaten by these terrifying creatures…

In a couple hours, the temperature will probably drop. You have to stay hopeful, even though the past few nights have been hotter than ever. Impossible to find sleep, you tossed and turned for hours, passing out in the early hours of the morning, but never long enough to really rest. And Miss Grimmshaw barked that the chores couldn't wait as soon as you opened your eyes…

Impossible to find sleep for everyone except for mister Morgan, apparently. You spot him at the foot of a tree, his hat resting over his face, providing him some extra shade. An idea crosses your mind, and you quickly leave your spot on the doorstep walking to the napping outlaw.

A kick on his heel wakes Arthur up in a jolt, his hands flying to his gunbelt, ready to aim at whoever disturbed him, before even opening his eyes.

His hat falls from his face, and his features relax when he realizes that it is just you.

He lets go of his holster, grabbing a cigarette instead and bringing it to his chapped lips

“Really Arthur? Smoking while it’s burning hot outside? You’re trying to catch fire or something?” you joke, leaning against the tree.

“What do you want?” Arthur’s head tilts up to look at you, his mouth opening to blow the smoke in your direction.

“Me? Nothing” You sweep the cloud away as you reply, coughing dramatically once the smell reaches your nostrils.

“Liar” Arthur smirks, bringing the cigarette to his lips as he studies you, careful to exhale away from your face this time. He can’t see your face well, the sun shining right in front of your head hypnotizing him but he can hear in your voice that you are up to something.

“I ain’t got all day. Spill it”

You don’t say anything, just smile at him, and for a reason he doesn’t want to admit to himself yet, it makes his heart skip a beat.

“There is nothing to do besides waiting for this damn heat to go down…” you start, fidgeting with one of your rings.

“Tell me about it… haven’t been able to sleep at night since I got back” He complains, eyes falling on the shining blue stone in your hands.

“Hmm are you missing the snow, you mountain man?” you tease.

Arthur chuckles and offers you his hand to help you plop down beside him. You let out a satisfied sigh, enjoying the cooler air now that the foliage swallows you whole.

“I don’t mind the quiet of the snow… and it doesn’t smell like rotten meat everywhere we go”

You nod, picking up a clover from the grass, letting the small stem rolling between your fingers.

“Take me with you next time. It could be nice, I’ll keep you company” you say after a moment, searching for Arthur’s eyes under the brim of his hat. But you can see he is actively trying to avoid your stare.

“Nah. Travelling with you? I don’t think it’s a good idea” he replies in a fake annoyed tone, ignoring the tight feeling in his chest at your proposition.

You gasp loudly, pretending to be offended. “Why not?”

“Ain’t nothing fun about hearing you complain All the damn time… from the cold, from the food, the rain, the wind” He retorts, ignoring the main reason why he doesn’t want to take you with him.

“I won’t complain. I promise. Not anymore. I mean at least not from the cold. Not since I know what it is like to live in the furnace… for the rest though I won’t promise anything” you say, bringing your hand your heart in a desperate attempt to prove your honesty.

“We will see about that” Arthur laughs, not believing this little act one bit.

“I guess we will” You grin at him, and pluck the cigarette from his lips before he can stop you, getting a drag for yourself.

You exhale the smoke, the circles dissipating in front of you, your extended hand drawing invisible patterns in the air.

Ain’t no coughing this time, and Arthur shakes his head, ready to call you out for the way you overreact when he smokes around you. But the words die in his throat as you lean your head on his shoulder, your hand slowly bringing the cigarette back to his mouth. Arthur parts his lips, and inhales, almost choking when you let your thumb brush gently the scars on his chin, and finally moves away, linking your arms with his.

“I was thinking…” you start, and Arthur’s shaky sigh escaping from his lips is the only proof that he is still alive, his mind still focusing on the closeness of your body, the touch of your fingertips on his face... His eyes fall upon your face and he just stares at you, at the way your mouth is moving quickly, but no sound reaches his ears.

“Arthur?” you call out, pulling on his arm.

“What?” he blurts out, suddenly remembering his own name.

“You ain’t listening” you pout, crossing your arms on your chest. Arthur’s eyes follow the motion, before he can remember how inappropriate it is for him to look at you like that.

“Sorry I just…” He passes his hand on the back of his head, taking a long drag out of his cigarette, looking for something to say. Nothing comes… and he just can’t stop looking at you.

“We should go on a boat ride” you cut him, eyes shining with excitement.

He scoffs.

“You go ahead. Boat is right behind the cabin. I ain't sailing in a sea of gators”

“Not here silly! I want real water clear and shiny… not stinky swamps”

“You wanna go to the lake?” he realizes, and you nod, grinning like a devil.

“With what boat darling?” he simply replies, wondering where the hell this idea is coming from.

“Well… see you aren’t very creative mister Morgan…”

“I ain’t building you a boat” Arthur warns, getting rid of the ashes of his cigarette with a quick flick of his fingers.

You roll your eyes at him.

“If I wanted someone to build me a boat I wouldn’t ask you, I would ask Charles”

“Hey now, what does that even mean? Why wouldn’t you ask me to do it? And where do you want me to find you a boat?”

“We will do what we do best. We’re going to steal one” You offer proudly.

“We?” Arthur can’t believe his ears.

“Yes we… You and I. I thought you were a risk taker, Mister Morgan.” You flash him a roguish smile as you stand up, readjusting the skirt of your dress.

Arthur looks at you wide eyed. “Well I am an outlaw darling, but last time I checked you weren’t interested in scheming and robbing. And I ain’t risking your neck for some stupid boat trip” He explains, before getting up from the ground. He steps closer to you, hands resting on his gunbelt, his head tilting to your waist. You notice the lack of weapons, groaning as you realize he is trying to prove a point.

“Come on Arthur… Nobody will catch us…” you beg.

Arthur smashes his cigarette on the ground. “I don’t think this is a good idea…” he says, but you sense the lack of certainty in his voice. It is probably not a good idea. If things go south and you get caught stealing, this could end badly for the both of us, especially since Dutch asked everybody to keep it low profile. The last thing you need is to get unwanted attention… But the two of you could be really careful, and there shouldn’t be a lot of people around in such weather. And Arthur has to admit that some time out of the bayou could be good. He sighs, putting his hat back on his head, and you feel that he is close to giving up.

“Come on Arthur! I am bored. You are bored. We have nothing to do and I thought it could be fun…” you smile, stepping closer to grab his hand and lead him to the horses.

“Alright… Let’s head to the lake” Arthur agrees, and lets you hold his hand, guiding him to the hitching post, the warmth of your hand touching his the only thing he seems to focus on. But you let go as soon as you reach your horse, Arthur staying behind, fidgeting with his gunbelt as he doesn’t know quite what to do with his hands now.

“Why didn’t you ask your Charles to take you there in a week once he’ll have that boat ready for you hum?” Arthur asks sarcastically as he watches you tightening your saddle, part of him regretting it as soon as the words are out of his mouth. Charles is a good man, and he would certainly be the perfect candidate for your silly adventures… But his heart is telling him that he wishes you would always think of him first… Whatever plans you are making up in your head, he wants to be the first you reach out to, to let him know, to ask him to tag along.

You stop what you’re doing, scanning Arthur’s face. You know he is joking but you could swear there is a hint of jealousy in his voice betraying him.

“Well I could have asked him…” you walk away from your horse, getting closer to him. “But the thing is… I want you to take me there.” You can feel his eyes glued to your swaying silhouette as you approach, making it harder to breathe for you.

You press both of your hands on his sturdy chest, taping your fingers one by one on his skin. Arthur stops breathing for a moment, wondering how the hell he is going to handle this afternoon out there with you… He can try to lie to himself all he wants, he can’t ignore the fact that he falls a little more for you when you act the way you do today, being all pretty and sweet, and sneaky to get him to agree to be with you.

He pretends to look at the horses neighing on your left as you slide your hands down his shoulder, and turn around, as if nothing happened. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you take a deep breath before jumping on the back of your horse.

“Plus he ain’t as good as stealing as you are. And we will cross that lake faster with you” you throw at him with a wink, before riding away.

“You stupid bastard,” Arthur mutters to himself, one hand resting on the back of his neck, the other tilting the edge of his hat down his face, as he follows you out of Shady Belle’s inferno.

The ride to Flat Iron Lake is peaceful. The further away you get from the swamps, the more breathable the air gets, a little bit of wind caressing your face as your horse falls into steps with Arthur’s mare.

You ask him about his trip to the mountains, doubling down on your request to take you with him next time, no matter where he is sent to.

“It could be good… Being out of camp for a while. Away from the responsibilities, from the fear….” You started day dreaming about a life you will never be able to afford a while ago now, and you wonder if Arthur would share the same dream. In your deepest thoughts, you pretend he does, and when he is away, you spend hours thinking about what your life could be. Out of this mess, out of this gang. Just you and him, somewhere safe.

Arthur has thought about you being out there with him plenty the last few months. More than he should have, really. But it wouldn’t be reasonable, every bullet grazes on his skin a reminder that the danger you would face isn’t worth the hours spent in your sweet company. If anything would happen to you, he would never forgive himself. But he doesn’t have the courage to tell you that. He just nods instead, mumbling something about needing to make sure it won’t be another suicide mission.

“Why do you want me to take you there so bad anyway?” he asks as he slows down his horse, and you just laugh as you get past him, surprised that he is asking you this question. You thought that you were being obvious…

You pause for a moment, contemplating the way he looks at you, seated on top of his horse, face scrunched up as if he is trying to figure you all out.

“Maybe I should have thought harder before telling you that but…” You exhale slowly, the weight of the confession you’re about to make heavy on your chest. “You know Arthur… I miss you when you’re not around” You finally say with a confidence you didn’t know you were capable of, maintaining your head high, looking at him with a soft smile. You don’t wait for an answer, you just point out to a trail leading to the lake, and lead the way, your heart suddenly feeling much lighter.

Arthur stays immobile, forgetting he is supposed to follow you, your last words ringing in his ears. The scene is flashing before his eyes as you ride further away from him; and he waits for a moment longer, just to make sure he isn’t making up in his own mind the words he just heard. You miss him when he is not around… Well… He wasn't expecting you to say something like that, but maybe he should have expected it. Every little moment spent with you appears in his mind, and they’re all taking another meaning now. He is such a fool. The way you have been dancing around him recently is proof enough of what you’ve silently been feeling for him… And it’s also exactly why he agreed to do this little trip despite his worries. To be with you, to see you smile at him the way you always do, making his heart melt a little more. He just wishes he had the strength to say something, to make a move, instead of staying rooted to the ground and watching you go…

He pulls on the reins of his mare to catch up with you, the sudden speed exactly what he needs to get him out of his head.

The dark green and orange trees engulf the two of you as you progress on the path, the world slowly disappearing behind. The sun is still high and burning, but the fresh air coming from the lake is a blessing.

You sigh, content, caressing your horse as you watch Arthur slowing down and dismounting.

You tie the animals to a hitching post near the water, and bring your hand to your face, shielding you from the sun and the blinding reflection of the lake, scanning the thin strip of shore in search for a boat.

“Here” you point out to a couple of canoes and a bigger boat a few meters below, and run there excitedly. “I told you so! We are taking the bigger one” you start emptying the fishermen stuff in the canoe next to the boat you just chose.

“How lucky are we” Arthur says, biting his tongue not to sound too sarcastic as he follows you, making sure nobody is around to witness your theft.

“Don’t be so prudish Arthur. We will return this boat soon, and I will put these fishing rods and baskets back in their place. Happy?” You say as you jump in the boat, watching Arthur rolling up the sleeves of his blue shirt and pushing the boat further in the water without any difficulty.

“Delighted” he offers, trying hard to hold back his smile as you settle at the front of the boat gathering the skirt of your dress to get rid of your boots, a joy he rarely gets to witness shining on your face.

“You will thank me later Mister Morgan” you tease as he jumps on board, the boat shifting under his weight, making you giggle as you almost lose balance.

Arthur rowes the two of you away from the shore, the sun heating his back, illuminating your face. You enjoy the little breeze for a moment, eyes closed, before turning around, and leaning over the lake, your hand brushing the surface, collecting some water to pour on your face.

“It’s so cold, it feels nice” you tell him, passing your cold wet hands on your cleavage, the fabric of your dress dampening underneath your fingers.

You let your hand in the water as Arthur keeps paddling, the rhythmic sound of water splashing and the singing of the birds flying above your heads a peaceful melody that could definitely lull you to sleep.

You look absentmindedly at the little waves the boat creates as it floats, when you spot a bunch of water lilies set delicately above the water.

“Oooh They’re so pretty.” you exclaim, moving on your knees to Arthur and silently asking for his knife. He frowns as he hands it to you, wondering what you want to do with this.

“Can you get closer please I want to pick up one” you ask, and in a couple of strokes you get your hands on the silky flowers, the soft pink shade of the petals contrasting with the deep blue water of the lake.

Arthur paddles in silence, observing you admiring the flower in your hands. He figures you’re far away from the mainland, and decides to stop, leaving the boat at a perfect distance from the island you wanted to see. He wipes a thin layer of sweat off his forehead, and takes the opportunity to open a few more buttons of his blue shirt. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes leave your new prized possession and fly immediately to the revealed skin of his chest. He blushes when he sees the way you are looking at him. He clears his throat and leans over to collect some water just like you did.

“You’re right. It feels nice” he smiles, wetting the back of his neck.

“I told you so” you look at him fondly as you notice the way he relaxes, shoulders less tense than usual.

“I reckon I should listen to you more often” he admits.

“You probably should.” you say, and Arthur wishes he had the courage to lean over and kiss that proud look off your face. He leans back against the boat, focusing on the water instead, counting the fish gathering around the hull.

You do the same thing on your side, until you spot something.

“Arthur! There is something shiny here…” you point as Arthur joins you, unsteadily trying his best to avoid making the boat sway too much.

“I can’t see anything,” he mumbles.

“Can’t you see the reflection here? Do you think it could be some treasure?” you wonder, mind racing with the possibility of finding some gold.

“Ain’t no treasure around here darlin” Arthur scoffs.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’ve been here before. Only thing I found around these islands is an old chest full of rhum and sea weed” He can still feel the bitterness of the alcohol on his tongue as he naively thought he could try it out. He felt sick almost instantly.

“See! That’s a treasure Arthur! I am sure that chest worthed something. You don’t know since how long it’s been in the water, probably fell from a pirateship”

“Pirateship? More like moonshine thrown overboard by some raiders trying to escape the law”

“You’re no fun. I am going in to see what it is” you state while getting up, ready to jump in the lake.

Arthur calls out your name. “What do you mean you’re…” He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, you disappear under the water in a loud splash.

He sighs, the drops hitting his skin a reminder of the coldness of the lake, wondering how you can handle swimming in this water. But when he doesn’t see you coming up to the surface after a moment, he curses, and leans over your side of the boat, eyes looking for your shadow underneath the water. The lake is too dark, and you are nowhere to be found. Panic claws at his heart, and Arthur stands up in an abrupt movement, the boat tumbling under his weight. He calls your name frantically, getting ready to jump. He doesn’t even know if you can swim. Fuck. He should have asked you before agreeing to take you out on a lake. He gets rid of his hat and gun belt, throwing them on the deck, and takes a deep breath before diving into the water, the temperature even colder than he expected.

His head is still under the surface when he hears your raucous laughter echoing through the water. He quickly swims back up, holding onto the side of the hull. Arthur’s eyes lock with yours across the boat. He is furious, clothes heavy with water, pants sticking to his body, and you just laugh at him, arms crossed on the edge of the hull, your legs half immersed in the lake, splattering water around you as you bat your feet up and down.

“Got you” you whisper cheekily.

Arthur spits and pushes his hair out his face, breathing heavily.

You notice how red he is, annoyed by your little prank, as he struggles to calm down from this scare.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he tries to get mad at you, but it’s very difficult to be convincing when he notices you have to keep your upper body from sinking by kicking your feet in all directions in the water.

“I am sorry Arthur” you offer in a laugh, swimming to him, your dress swelling as you move, making you look like some devilish sea creature.

“I can’t take you seriously” he replies, trying his best not to laugh as you approach, some sea weed tangled in your hair.

“Why?”

“Come here”

You stop next to him, one hand resting on the hull. Arthur turns to face you, his hand moving to the side of your head, pulling out the weed gently.

“Why are you so mad?” you ask, catching his hand in yours before he can retreat it further away.

“I thought I would have to drag your dead body out of this damn lake.” He replies, worry permeating his voice.

“Relax Arthur. I ain’t Marston, I know how to swim” you try to reassure him, feeling slightly guilty when you see the way he looks at you, brows furrowed, jaw tense. He got really scared.

“I ain’t laughing with you woman” he groans, and starts propelling himself to get out of the water. But you stop him, grabbing his arm.

“I am sorry Arthur. Really I didn’t mean to scare you. I should have told you I knew how to swim…” you apologize sincerely, hand curled around his bicep, your thumb brushing his shirt.

All his anger seems to dissipate as he feels your touch.

“Nah it’s alright… I ain’t that mad anyway” Arthur’s breath settles down as his eyes scans your pretty face, the way you bat your eyelashes at him… there is something else behind your eyes but he can’t quite decipher it yet…

Until you talk again, your words dying in a quiet laugh. “Or at least let you know that you can touch the bottom”

“What do you … mean…” The last word comes out of his mouth weakly, as he realizes that unlike you, he can stand in the water, at least enough to keep his head out of it. He lost his ability to think straight in the panic. And now that he is standing, it occurs to him just how close you are, clinging to his arms to keep your body from sinking.

He looks at you and you just nod, smiling, and he can feel your grip on his heart tightening.

“I am an idiot” He chuckles and without thinking any further, Arthur’s arms find your waist and he brings you closer to him.

“Don’t you ever go and scare me like that again” he whispers in your hair before freezing, the position the two of you are in suddenly hitting him.

He should be parting from you, taking a step back, hopping in the boat again and helping you up. Or maybe he should do the exact opposite. As he battles with his own mind, you take leverage on his shoulders, leveling your face with his, and trace the outline of his face with your hands, droplets of water sliding down his beard.

“What are you doin?” he asks, heart racing, as you circle his waist with your legs and press yourself even closer.

“Shhh” you whisper before pressing your lips on his.

You have no idea what is making you act so bold. Perhaps it’s all because of the way Arthur’s breath hitched in his throat as you deepened the kiss, your mouth moving in sync against his as your arms flew around his neck, your wet body glued to his. You kiss him until you almost drown the two of you, Arthur’s hand finding the edge of the boat again to keep you from sailing away.

“Darlin’ I’m…” Arthur murmurs as he pulls back. You know you don’t have to worry, the way his free hand moves along your side, tracing you up and down, is enough reassurance.

“What Arthur?” You whisper, brushing a strand of his golden hair away from his hypnotic eyes.

“Is this why you asked me to take you to the lake?” he asks sheepishly, noticing the flush crossing your face, swollen lips proving the eagerness you showed when you kissed him.

“Maybe” You smile before kissing him again, the coldness of your mouth contrasting with the way his face is heating right now.

“I should have been the one kissing you first” he confesses.

“Why didn’t you?” You ask, hand resting on his heart.

“Didn’t want to assume that you were interested darling… I thought you…”

“You thought I was just flirting with you for the fun of it?”

He just nods, eyes looking at your hand, the way your palm is pressed against him.

“Oh Arthur… you’re just…” you start laughing.

“What?”

“Nothing. I am just happy I was braver than you.”

“Braver than me hm? That's a bold claim but I guess you are.”

“Does that mean you'll take me with you for your next trip?”

“Woman… you are impossible… You think you can buy me with…” you cut him with another kiss, swallowing the words he was about to say.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He sighs when you part from him,

“Glad we found an agreement” You smile pompously, and Arthur shakes his head at your stubbornness, secretly happy to give in again.

“We should get out of the water…” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you carefully untangle your body from his.

Arthur props you up into the boat and you kneel down waiting for him. He follows you, grunting as he struggles to get in without turning that raft upside down. You take advantage of him losing his balance to pull him to you, his body landing on top of yours, and you stay here for a moment, both breathing heavily, his chest resting against yours, gazing at each other.

Your hands sneak between your bodies and you start unbuttoning the top of your dress, slowly. The sight of your hardened nipples peaking through the fabric is almost making Arthur feel bad about what he is going to do. He reaches for your wrists anyway, and stops you.

“Not here darlin’. Not on a damn boat” he says in a low chuckle.

“Okay” you agree, suddenly feeling shy under his lustful stare.

He leans down and crashes his mouth on yours, his tongue wasting no time to push past your lips. You moan as he tastes you, incapable to think about anything else but the feeling of him against you. You don’t want him to stop. You stay there for a while, lost in each other.

When unexpected clouds hide the sun away, the sudden shade raising goosebumps on your skin, you take it as a sign to go back to the mainland.

You part from Arthur’s lips reluctantly.

“You think the others will wonder where we are?” you breathe out, worrying about what they would say if you were out for the whole night.

“Don’t think they will even notice we are gone” Arthur replies, pressing a kiss to the side of your jaw as he sits up. You do the same, gathering your hair in a twist, and Arthur takes off his shirt, wringing it out. You stay silent, the weight of this afternoon’s event slowly falling upon you as the sun gets lower in the sky.

“Still feel like visiting that island?” Arthur asks after a bit, not shying away from your gaze as you look at him getting ready to sail you back to the mainland

You nod. “Why? You wanna go back to camp already?” You ask, not wanting to put an end to this little getaway.

“Nah. I think we should enjoy this trip a little more.”

“Got something more interesting to suggest?”

“I might have an idea yah… but it probably won’t be helpful with the heatwave thing and all”

Arthur winks at you and starts rowing away, his muscles contracting with each movement of the paddles, making your cheeks burn at the sight of his body.

“I think we cooled down enough” you reply, giggling as you squeeze out your skirt to get rid of the water.

“Let me take you to dinner?” He offers, heart hammering in his chest as he waits for you to say something.

You raise your head slowly, finding his eyes across the deck. “I’d love that, Arthur” The way you beam when you say his name makes him blush hard. He tries to hide it under the shade of his hat, but you saw him.

He rowes away, and as the boat sways on the lake, you start thinking about this secret life again, just you and him, somewhere safe.

But this time it isn’t unreachable, and you feel like Arthur might be sharing the same dream.

a/n: thank you so much for reading. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated 🫶🏼

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