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Another "I can't believe July is gone" post, is that, as I mentioned in main blog, I am finally making some advances in that Samuel fic (?) writing I was planning to do. So, I kinda want to talk a bit about him and what I'm thinking about him in general.
Compared to Marshall (and/or Gail), Sam isn't based in a particular character like Marshall was. Or perhaps the only thing I base Sam on was in the "concept" of the Marshall's base character's younger sibling and some hcs I have written about them (look, I have plenty of ideas of stuff I want to write, many of which are WIPs and I WISH I could pick one up to return to).
When I was creating Marshall, all I wanted is more or less replicate some things the character I based him on went through but under other circumstances, but that somewhat still retained the chemistry he had with the other half of my OTP in that fandom. This is partly why, I made him the middle brother of a family of three siblings, as a way to change dynamics and be "less obvious on whom I based him on" (although, fandom is pretty much dead in the west).
So, that's why I created Ethan... and why I also created Sam.
Ethan is the idea of a "perfect" elder sibling, and whatever the other two made, they would always be overshadowed by Ethan's accomplishments. Marshall doesn't see this as much of an issue (he did admire Ethan, after all) as they were very close to each other (the difference between them is maybe 4 years as much), but Sam? he does especially given the circumstances of Ethan's death.
Sam was around 14 when Ethan passed away, compared to Marshall's 18, so the age difference between Sam and Ethan is, at best, 8-9 years. Ethan left at college when he was still in elementary school, to put a better perspective. Marshall has a deeper baggage because he was the last person Ethan spoke to (and in the phone).
I do mention in "Wounds..." that the family went through grief altogether, but Marshall was hit the worst with it.
And Sam processed it differently, but it also didn't mean he didn't feel as terrible as Marshall did (who is still seeing a therapist up until the present day -or at least, what I imply as "present day" in "Wounds..."), it's the different things. And Sam is being overwhelmed about expectations over him, because his eldest brother was "perfect".
(I wish I could give them a last name so I could just type the "(family name)'s siblings", but I have been trying my best and I don't have one yet! It's fun HELP)
I am not saying that Marshall also doesn't feel overshadowed (I think I also imply it in "Wounds..."?) by Ethan's "legacy", so to speak. But compared to Marshall (that had to conclude his high school studies a bit later, went to a more technical college in the local area, don't want to really move out from it, either), the most Sam did (and acted?) could be traced back to Ethan's accomplishments.
Sam is similar to Marshall, as he is to Ethan, however.
Sam used to be a track running athlete in high school (and Ethan used to practice sports in high school and college), but he is as observant and is smart in his own way, just as Marshall (still undecided with what major I want Sam on, if I'm honest - Humanities, but what specific field in humanities?). He is also more extroverted, more social... but he sometimes keeps himself his own worries, his own mind, even if he tries to act to it. He isn't a troublemaker, and doesn't like to meddle with stuff... which kind be a double-edged sword.
Sam is taller than Marshall, lol (he is at 1.80 m, Marshall is 1.72 or 1.72 or 1.73 m, iirc), is fit (although it's been loong since he stopped running). He has a square-like back. He has copper-brown curly hair, and is prone to get hairier as his older siblings. He has a birthmark/mole somewhere around his right collarbone.
Now here is a "tricky" part because I feel like this is a first time I'm putting this on and front and all that, and it's relevant to Sam's character and what I'm doing with him in this fic... but Sam is somewhere in the ace spectrum (maybe greysexual?). He finds the sex act kind of icky, in general. He had a "high school sweetheart" girlfriend but at the time "present day" and his story develops, he has long broken up with her... more or less with this as (one of many) reason(s) why. I'm mentioning this on the get go, bc I'm feeling some of my dialogue a bit clunky about this with his romantic interest in this story, and I'm kind of venting about my writing process in this moment, haha (and I shouldn't be laughing - these haven't been my months of writing hot intimacy between characters, both original and not).
His love interest in this story is a guy from his major (?) whom I'm having my fun in writing him and finding my way to draw him (he is shorter than him! for starters!, like 15? cms shorter, lol) and I have a couple of surprises in the way about him and them as a couple :)
(some of them aren't surprises if you know the *gestures to this* place you are reading this right now)
Reading a quite innocent manga (I'm already close to its final volume) and there's this character that is chubby, and has a crush on what I think is the FL (complicated, but I'm vaguing as well) whom tells him at one point that she doesn't like chubby guys...
Then, he comes to find the actual "object" of interest of the FL, whom the FL is strangely quite obsessed with... for some reason (he's a jerk, for starters), and they form an alliance (and because he has money, the jerk accepts, lmao)... and then this chubby guy is preparing food for him (because he is chubby and happens to love food, and has lived in the US for a while) and I'm like "hmmmMMMM", and more "HMMMMM" because I feel like I know where is this going, been on this kink scene already enough to KNOW WHERE IS THIS GOING and lo and behold, lmao.
(AHHH, although it's also giving me ideas about the other manga this author did, and the main ML there, ngl)
HEY, at least the author kinda knows how to draw a cute chubby guy, I GUESS.
*SIGH*
LOOK, I wasn't looking for this, it was RIGHT there in front of me, in a silver plate. I wasn't enjoying the manga at first (too technical and TECHNICALLY a sports/competitive manga), and I was having a grip on it in its second half... I DIDN'T LOOK FOR WHAT MAKES ME TINGLE IN THERE. AT ALL (although I'm definitely in the part of "MAN, does THIS JERK DO NEED TO GAIN WEIGHT, ISTG")
(I'm partly thinking "is this sabotage for the 2nd ML?", APPARENTLY NOT??? BUT I'M HAVING CONFLICTED FEELINGS)
(...and a chapter later he returns to his previous weight, I kinda want to say "coward", but also... like... the jerk of a dude has a shitty diet, no wonder he is so thin)
Okay. Gave in. Writing a bit of an... OC (kinda-self insert?) x Canon thing with that chubby guy.
OC is going to make him sooo fat, lmao.
Not sure what I'm going to do with this (it's even MORE niche than the fic for that specific fandom I wrote), I am just doing a quick draft right now.
(and I had an issue with Libr*eOffice a hour or so ago juuuuust when I was going to write, due to an auto-update that SOMEHOW failed and, while it's now fixed as I reinstalled the whole thing, now an anxiety alarm is ringing in my head. Cool, COOL.)
I suppose I can less vague about this series now that it's been almost a month since I finished reading this series.
It's called 87cloc*kers, it's by the same author of Nod*ame Can*tabile. Except that, instead of being a josei, it was a seinen series (it was published in the defunct Jump X (Ju*mp Kai), over a decade ago).
My main warning about this series is how technical it could get because it's about overclo*cking, and I didn't know wth was this, but *clicking tongue*, it's 2026 and hardware stuff is becoming ridiculously expensive due to *exaggerately gestures at the whole A/I stuff* and you know. I don't even know if this specific competitive niche is still on these days. Except the series it's also not about this competitive niche per se, it's also about a guy that for reasons I still don't get, falls in love with a girl that its quite set on helping an asshole of a boyfriend(?) (some ppl compare the girl and the jerk to Nod*ame and Ch*iaki, but FRANKLY, I don't know... at least in NC they are on the "it's comedy~" side of the joke, and it's about classical music in general, and the little I have read -and the amazing Japanese drama I watched last year, that is 20 years old- they really feel like "they are for each other"... here THOUGH? and I know I'm derailing, but FRICK, do I WANT to draw Ch*iaki GETTING FAT as well) but it helps him to grow up, as he is lost with what he wants to do with his life.
So, the guy I mention in the first post (his name is Toshim*itsu Hikiri, he is in his early to mid 20s as everyone else in the main cast) is a side character in this series and it's exactly how I describe it. It's a guy that has a crush in the female lead since they were kids, and she is (understandably, though) avoiding him since bc their families are amazingly overbearing about a "marriage arrangement" and so.
This specific part is what I want to point out about him (manga reading is left to right, the way the images are put, not):
There's more, but I would leave it for discretion and spoilers (I vagued enough at first, but... it's... you need to find out yourselves), lmao.
I WILL say though, like I mentioned in the first post, at least the author made him look cute. Not maaaaany authors can pull this off and nicely done (and he doesn't lose weight, which is a HUGE plus! in fact, he gains a little more weight, apparently?, lmao). I know he is a bit stereotypical (if you read, you find out why), but he is lovable although a bit pathetic (I do need to finish that selfindulgent fic, though, lmao).
Still thinking in that expansion idea about Samuel (and stuff I left hanging in Wounds from the Past). I'm starting to write it, but I am not sure of the direction I want to take it into, tbh. Right now I want it to be a more "reconciliation" thing about... things, and just expanding a bit into Marshall's side of things.
I am supposedly also writing a thing with Nicolás and Olivia, but it's a biiiit of a vent piece. Not very content with the finale I gave it, though.
Other idea I'm figuring out how to is about something I reblogged days ago in my main blog (the idea of a fat professor, haha)... but right now it's a ruminating idea like, I said, I'm figuring it out. In similar vein of "these OCs are definitely based in this ship that I like, although... sure... would be fun if they get involved in the same kinks as I am... but I doubt canonically they WOULD, but I love their dynamics enough to explore them in that side" I'm also inclining a bit into that line of thought with this idea, tbh (?). "Specific character I want to see fat... he happens to use glasses as Marshall does, though 😭 and maybe I'm retooling him into a proper OC".
Just a minimal test with the Firefox thing, bc I was silly and I just found out that I got a reply in my report in late May about the situation, but it's been two weeks and frankly, I wouldn't be doing this port this late at night to prove a point.
*In the "new" test FF profile.
*Deleted cache/cookies.
*The activity notifs badges did took time to appear. Basically, the same behavior from before.
I tried my best to respond to the Support person in a "look, I tried this solution while troubleshooting this and trust me, it's not that (until I forgot adding the... GET api thing while inspecting element...)", and also saying that I was glad that the situation was acknowledged by Tumblr itself in their last Changes update. Hopefully I didn't sound angry (yet, I was sending the reply two weeks late, ooops), but I am feeling a certain kind of regret in sending the thing *sigh*
Looks like Tumblr is investigating the notifications badges thing in dashboard that I have (and some as well - although, in similar flavors, but not the same - Tumblr does mention "Home" and "Activity", but doing some testing in my Inbox... I think it is a more "notifications badges" in general issue in the dashboard's menu UI in Firefox.
Unrelated:
*I don't know how to feel about the re-sorting likes thing, lol. Some people claim it might not be totally working. But I'm also very aware that many blogs I used to follow back in the day (as I have been in this platform for over a decade) have been deleted in the ether, and there might be "ghost likes" since the original post may not exist, but if reblogs DO exist, that info is stored somewhere - not in the dashboard, though)
*ALSO, another cool update is the auto-play thing in the dashboard settings - although it has been a feature elsewhere (cough Twitter) for a while, and I know how the environment is there, that's why I have turned off auto-play there... the thing here, however - video auto-play IS STILL annoying... but gifs (and especially gif-sets) is such a part of the Tumblr environment culture since the early days I have been here (and when the internet bandwidth wasn't as fast as it is nowadays in my area)... that I kinda feel it would be a shame to turn them off, if you get me.
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Possession (Tumblr, AO3)
Original Story, featuring my OCs, Gail and Marshall (female feeder x male feedee)
Wounds from the past and how to heal from them (Tumblr: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, AO3: Complete)
Original Story, featuring my OCs, Gail and Marshall; technically a prequel of sorts of the one above)
Pumpkin Spice (Tumblr, AO3)
Original Story, featuring my OCs, Olivia and Nicolás (it's an eventual mutual gaining pair)
¡Su apetito me enloquece! (AO3, versión Español)
A Dan*ce with Dev*ils fanfic (se necesita estar conectado para acceder)
His appetite is driving me crazy! (AO3, English version)
A Dan*ce with Dev*ils fanfic (it requires you to be logged in)
Let's see if trying this out in a new profile HELPS, or what (currently w/o extensions, just fresh out of the oven).
The activity notification just took bare 5-10 seconds to appear after I logged back, but... again - I logged back in, in a "fresh new" tab w/o cache nor cookies, and I already know that song and dance within my current profile during the past few days. Actual test of fire would be turning off the computer and turning it back on to see if anything CHANGES, but, man... I'm so fucking tired. Really.
If it's not a broken profile... I'm starting to worry for the worse, basically.
Finally I can share the fic I was writing in Spanish (and its ENG translation!).
I don't want to tag it with fandom since I really don't want to attract normie eyes to it (especially since I know how niche and small it is), but it's very basic mid-2010s multimedia joseimuke franchise.
...and, look, sometimes, you want to think and write your favorite characters AND ships, as one gets fat (or they both get fat, together🥵)
This took me around 3 months to finish and share it, because I did end up working an English translation immediately as I finished the original, and I was forced to change a few things here and there to improve the flow as I was translating to make it more... delicious? Hence I was going back and forth and so and so. I always try to keep a certain... "voice" when writing, so I wanted to keep it in both versions.
It blew from 15-16 pages in LibreOffice Writer... to 20 (with a difference of 500 words between both versions, but that's the nature of how Spanish -> English kind of works).
(Also some other IRL issues came in - and, I feel this hasn't been my year so far, I swear)
I would have post it sooner, maybe. Only maybe sharing it in Spanish and calling it a day and let anyone interested into basic Google TL or similar... or doing the whole thing from scratch in English... but... I feel there's a lack of wg kink fics (and/or original works) in AO3 in Spanish, and I wanted to do something of my own, as well, in my actual language AND also doing a translation for wider reach... somehow, as an exercise (both kind of exercises - writing smth sm*utty in Spanish is HELL :) ) . But, man, translating is hard work :'3
I'm not going to say that I am not going to do TLs or simply be posting in one language or the other.
Who knows, I might have some other ideas on my mind :'3
(as a later edit - I didn't mention this, but these are locked, only for registered users... because of the same thing above of "small and niche fandom" and simply because I don't want them to 'get them free out from containtment', so to speak - I know this doesn't really stop anyone from there using their AO3 account and finding them to speak about them, but... lesser eyes, the better, I guess?)
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I feel like I should think about in expanding (pun kinda intended) about Samuel, Marshall's little brother, and his... thing he talks with Marshall in... chapter 3 or 4, iirc. And, I kinda have a plan about it, it's just I have too much in my platter right now:
Fic that I should be revising both in English AND Spanish, but I'm distracted by non-kink fics, lol.
A bit of a story about Nicolás and Olivia (partially inspired by a silly dream I had).
Developing more the background about Miranda and Lesath.
Actual more stuff about Marshall and Gail, if I'm honest, lol.
But, noooo, let's write about ship in non-kink situation(s). It's healing me, you tell me. I should write more so I could heal and distract from actual mental health silly stuff.
If you EVER come across by my non-kink AO3 account, you would definitely find out how close I'm writing that specific ship in regards to Marshall and Gail, lmao. It's tooooo close, and yet so far away. The story I'm currently drafting about them feels a little too Gail and Marshall in theory, to me. I don't know. It's the tone, I guess. It's the fact they aren't an established couple there and it's an AU-like situation compared to my "actual" established "canon"/fanon for them that I have been using as a base for the fics I have been writing.
I just wish I can finish the editing process of the kink fics, though, lmao.
Gail was gritting her teeth, while rubbing her gloved hands to get some warmth into them, at the front door of her apartment.
“Brrr! It’s freezing!” With a feel of rush, she went through her bag to look for her keys, while her whole body was trembling. “Keys, keys...”
The dark-haired woman didn’t do well during the winter, no matter what day it was.
Once Gail found her keys, her entire mind was fantasizing in the moment she would enter, running to turn on the heater, leaving her stuff at the side, and throw herself over the couch. After all, there was also a blanket she left there the night before, so she could cuddle herself into it.
She wanted to disappear for the rest of the day.
“Come on, come on, open…!” The key entered into the lock, she turned it, searched for the next one and, finally, having the door opened in front of her. Gail didn’t waste time in entering.
The apartment was very warm actually. The TV was on, and then she noticed her romantic partner’s presence completely passed out in the living room’s couch. Gail was quite confused about why Marshall was there in the first place, considering he supposedly went off to work not long after she did.
Leaving her bag and papers, she went to see him. He was there, definitely asleep and snoring in a passive way. His ample chest rising and descending rhythmically. One of his hands was grasping the TV remote control, while a blanket was covering his wide belly.
She quite enjoyed the sight she had in front of her, but she was slightly annoyed at it, as well. Although, to be fair, it wasn’t Marshall’s fault.
She cleared her throat, her voice feeling very hoarse.
“Marshall.” She expressed, not convinced her voice would reach his ears. And she was right, as he didn’t move a muscle. “Marshall!”
He shuffled in his seat.
“Huh… what?” He mumbled as he was starting to wake up. He went to stretch up his arms, but he suddenly noticed how sore he felt his whole body. “Gail? What’s up?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I live here with you? Ugh…” He groaned, attempting to grab his glasses, slowly reminding himself where were they in the first place, reaching for that place, instead.
“No, no… What are you doing here right now?”
As Marshall stretched again, the blanket slowly slid down his gut.
“Oh, that?” He yawned, as he rubbed his face. “The reunion I was going to have today ended up being remote. Slippery roads, quite cold and watery outside… so, home office it was.” He adjusted his glasses, taking a glimpse at the image of his wife, before continuing: “How are you still dressed warmly like that?”
As soon as Gail realized she was still fully dressed with her coat, sweater, scarf, hat, and even her wet and cold boots, she started to get rid of everything.
“Ugh, you know perfectly well that I don’t do well when it’s freezing outside.”
“Yeah.” He scratched his stubble. “I still remember that one time at the winter trip we did back in high school.”
“I swear, the less you do, the better.” Gail rolled her eyes, laughing nervously, as she was taking off her scarf.
“I kinda wonder if that’s how your interest in fat guys started to shine, seeing a bunch of guys using coats and such.”
“Haha.” She falsely laughed, throwing her scarf at him, before proceeding in getting her boots off. “Trust me… I’m not really in the mood to discuss some stuff.”
Understanding the situation, Marshall shook his dark hair, and got up. Well, more like he tried to. The fatter he got, it was going to be inevitable: the weight of his girth was becoming an obstacle. The couch was creaking below him as he groaned, eventually gaining the impulse and force he needed to get up from there.
“So, Gail, have you eaten?” He offered her. “Sam brought some of mom’s stew that she made yesterday, earlier.”
“Wow, really?” She mentioned, rubbing her temples. “No, I don’t think… I haven’t eaten anything since… midday? I barely ate the sandwich I bought then.”
“Huh... It looks to me that you didn’t have a good day, at all. Your voice also sounds pretty hoarse…”
“If I knew it was going to be like that… I would have preferred to stay the entire day here.”
“That bad?” He snickered, as he stretched his neck. “Well, then. I will heat and bring you some of that stew. Pretty sure it will fix something”.
“Whoa, I wonder how true is that…” Gail sat down on the couch now.
“Well… sometimes, my mom’s food can be truly magical.” He smirked at her. “And I think you might need some warmth from it, too.” He went to the kitchen, walking with a slight waddle. Gail noticed how his thighs rub against each other in his pajama pants, still fascinated at the whole work they both have invested in him.
“Thanks…”
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Marshall came back from the kitchen, carrying a cup of lemon tea with honey, and gave it to his partner.
“I prepared some tea for your throat, in the meantime. I left the stew heating on the stove, so it might be ready in some minutes.”
“Heh.” Gail touched her throat, letting out a series of coughs. “Hmm? Didn’t you get anything for you?”
He fanned one of his hands signaling her to not worry about it.
“Nah, you know how bad caffeine is for me. I’m doing fine.” He mentioned as he sat down on the couch, again. His partner looked at him with suspicion, as it looked he was carrying something else in his other hand.
“Sneaky~” Gail teased him.
Marshall gulped, as he revealed the couple of thumbprint cookies with orange jam he took from the kitchen.
“To be fair! I have been asleep for hours.” He pointed out. “I also tend to get hungrier during the cold season. I wouldn’t mind a snack!”
“Neither your habits of a big hungry bear.” Gail sipped her tea, giggling, as she continued teasing him.
“Haha, imagine that.” He grabbed his burgeoning belly and gave it a jiggle. “I probably could become one in peak hibernation season, huh?”
“Please, don’t give me any ideas, honey.” She laughed as she took the remote control and started zapping through the channels. “By the way, what were you watching earlier?”
“Well, I…” Marshall bit one of the cookies. “I caught an early marathon of Christmas movies. It’s the season and all. Once the reunion finished, I went straight to lunch, and I started watching one of those that was already 30 minutes in. That was, at least, until Sam knocked the door.”
“And then you continued watching…”
“Up until I fell asleep, sure. I was already cuddled in the couch, so I couldn’t do much else.” He gave another bite to the next cookie. “Oh, that reminds me, I tried calling you to let you know that I was staying in, but you never responded.”
“Yeah? I don’t think the calls entered… I was unbelievably busy…” Gail reached her phone, so she could check it. “Uh… histerically busy, I meant.”
“So, what happened?” Marshall grabbed the control back and put the TV guide to take a look and check what was on at that moment.
Gail’s sunken eyes focused on her tea, while she kept sighing.
“I told you before about how I got a new transferred client, right?”
He nodded.
“Well, I knew they were quite complicated to work with, but I made my part and trusted them. I don’t like putting pressure to my clients, and I didn’t want to push this one further. But, I really needed to get through a draft that my supervisor has been asking me about. And earlier today, I couldn’t contact the author. At all.” She responded, flabbergasted.
“That sounds quite stressful. So, how did you… did you try every mean, or…?”
“And I did! I sent an email, sent some messages and when I got TRULY desperate, I called them like 10 times! I wanted to throw my phone so badly at the wall at that point, and I even screamed at it!”
He then gave her a look, until she reassured him it wasn’t in the office, per se. She drunk a little bit more of her lemon tea.
“And then, I finally got a hold of them!” She said, as she coughed. “But, the infuriating part of all of this was finding out that the reason they didn’t return my messages was that they were in another country right now, as they were already taking a vacation due to the holidays. Due to miscalculation from their part for a time-off…”
Marshall put his hand over her shoulder, as he saw how she was also feeling down about it, her hands posing over her forehead.
“Gail, it isn’t your fault.”
“I know it isn’t. But it’s everything else what keeps bothering me. I still could have had let them know about needing their draft sooner. Or, at least, they would have let me know they were going to vacation or that they had that issue...before finding everything out.” She posed her hand all the way down her mouth, groaning out of frustration. “I kid you not, I wanted to curse them right there at that moment.”
“I wholeheartedly agree that the least they could have done is letting you know.” Marshall patted her shoulder, before passing his arm all over behind her so he could reach her other side. “I’m glad that you didn’t curse them, though.”
“The only thing that made this slightly better is that they promised me that they would send me whatever they had worked on in the upcoming days. Hopefully so. I even spoke about this with my supervisor, and he gave me a thumbs up to work on it as soon as I have it.” She sighed. “Perhaps I am the one who needs a vacation.”
Marshall got thoughtful for a brief moment. On one hand, he decided to get into the streaming service they were subscribed to. On the other, the smell of tomato sauce and beef from the stew was starting to fill the air.
“I will tell you what we can do right now: let’s relax for the rest of the evening.” His face getting closer to her ears, patting her knee. “You have me at your side, you will have a great and warm bowl of stew for dinner, and we can watch a movie (or two) while cuddling below this lovely blanket. Does that sound enticing to you?”
Gail giggled.
“Sure.” She grabbed his hand. “It sounds good. Especially since we haven’t been spending these past few evenings together.”
“And,” he pointed out, “maybe we can make plans for holidays. If you are in the mood, as well, that is.”
Gail stood up and turned her back to him. “I would love to. Knowing you, do I bring you a bowl of your mom’s stew, as well? Besides the fact you already ate some earlier?”
Marshall wanted to stand up again to help her.
“Would you? I can…”
“Whoa, stop there, big boy.” She attempted to stop him, but he was already trying to stand up. “You can continue to spoil me as much as you want once I come back and cuddle with you, Marshmallow.”
“I am the one offering you the stew, at least let me be and help you out.” He stubbornly replied, as he got up, holding her hand, and groaning while his fat rolls jiggled with the movement.
“Haha, oh, well.” Gail pointed out, hugging him from the front, his gut pushing against her. “I can’t stop my lovable husband when he proposes himself into something, right?”
“Oh, and he hopes dearly that once we eat the stew, we could get a little more naughty under the blanket, that all this fat should be taken as an advantage during these cold season.” Lifting her chin, he lowered his head to give her a kiss. “I’m stubborn as that~”
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