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Enemies to lovers self shippers:
Imagine your villainous F/O in the middle of a breakdown at the height of their scheme.
You can see them coming apart at the seams, the sweat on their brow, the manic look in their eyes, the twitch of their fingers.
As they’re ranting, you can’t stand it any more. You have to do something. But what can you do.
You grab their wrists and pull them into your arms.
Not like this, you plead. Please stop. For me.
They stare at you, unsure, and you pull them into a deep kiss.
They tremble against you as you break the kiss, and they tell you, if it’s for you, anything.
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