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“A trendy kiss

with Cater Diamond”

You had held him so gently. While peppering his face in red lipstick kisses, you failed to notice the fondness in his eyes. You’d, instead, mistaken it for discomfort.

“Cater, is this okay?” He focused in on your eyes, maintaining his most stable eye contact. It wasn’t a shocker that you of all people would ask for his consent or permission. No, never. But it surprised him that anyone at all would put this much effort into him.

“It’s…” he drifted his gaze to your hands on your lap. He held his breath as he reached for them. “…fine.”

With a hand on the lipstick bottle and the other on his cheek, (careful of the marks from earlier), you leaned in again. But as you were about to press the final touch against his jaw, you paused.

“Sevens, you’re perfect.” And his heart stopped

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Desperately in need of a fandom to sweep me into writing hyperdrive

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“Capture me in a photograph

with Floyd Leech”

Floyd Leech is a boy who does not care for perfection. All the nitty gritty details of properly walking through various processes step by step never fails to bore him.

But the world goes still when he pulls his phone from his pocket to snap a picture of you. His breath slows to a near-halt. His usually jittery limbs grow to be rigid as he focuses the shitty phone camera on you. He curses under his breath about how he should’ve followed Azul and Jade’s example and picked a device that could capture beautiful things.

You’re unaware of the mental turmoil the mer puts himself through to make this damn picture perfect. Filters? Too boring. But it all looks too blurry or unfocused. He’s not constantly oblivious. On occasion, (if he truly desires), he can pick up on important stuff. All of it centered around you. It’s why he glares at any photos you take of him. You always make sure it feels…right?

A notification popped on the top of the screen. His annoyance dissipated as he opened your text. A picture of you smiling with the top of his head slightly visible.

If only Floyd could capture the loveliness of you.

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“Corset kisses

with Lyney”

As you worked on untangling the strings of your boyfriend’s corset, he chuckled. “I do appreciate your assistance, I hope you know.” In the dressing room before his performance was where you both stood. Lyney had asked you, (pleaded really), to fasten his corset. Though you agreed, you’d come to regret it at seeing how tangled the strings were in the back.

“What if I hurt you when tying it?” Your voice had given him goosebumps from the close proximity. He admired how gentle you were with him, even despite the fact that you were struggling to untie knots.

A fond smile crossed his lips. “You won’t hurt me, mon amour. You never could, I assure you.”

He cherished the intimacy of the predicament. You pulling him closer unconsciously while tightening and securing his body piece. The way your breath engulfed his ears in warmth. It was all so beautiful to the magician.

He wanted nothing more than to beg you to assist him in any upcoming projects, but perhaps that would be better suited for another time.

For now, Lyney will cherish you.

Just you.

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"Water and glue

with Jamil Viper"

“You’re just like him.” Your rambling was cut off by Jamil’s sharp tone. It was strange. Because in all your time knowing the Scarabia vice housewarden, he’d been respectful towards you. As much as that made you want to rethink the intention behind his delivery, there was no mistake.

He meant to inflict malice towards you.

“If you’re talking about Kalim, how?” You fought to maintain a state of composure. Answering his harsh remark with a simple question. It was in a way that only further bothered him.

You saw, hardly out of the corner of your eye, the way his fist clenched. Jamil Viper, as his name suggests, holds venom in his eyes. You challenge his glare with your own practiced eye-contact. “You both are so goddamn annoying.”

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"Religion was taught

with Riddle Rosehearts"

Male Reader

You held your breath as you awaited his response.

You'd liked Riddle Rosehearts since you first met him. Learning what kind of person he was, even despite his flaws. It was like he was easier to love. Knowing he wasn't perfect made you cherish each imperfection he may have had.

You were sure he liked you too. After all, he was so kind to you specifically. More than a friend. The way his volume lowered, or the fact that he eased his shoulders when you were around. You couldn't have misread the signs that everyone in his dorm and others seemed to pick up on.

"But..." his expression was unreadable. His mouth opened and closed. He knew you were waiting for a response, but he couldn't give one. He wasn't raised with this. What if his mom knew? If she found out she'd surely-

...

"Riddle, it's okay if-," he cut you off.

His tone changed with a short and cold statement coming from his lips.

"You're disgusting." For a fraction of a second, you could see a wave of regret wash over him. But he stayed strong in his delivery. Painful words. "Don't come near me again."

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"The look of love

with Diluc"

The man's usual hardened gaze never fails to make you smile.

You admire with a lovesick expression plastered across your features. Diluc working hard for his business, (and loved ones), as always. It was so hopelessly amazing to you. He could be so devoted to so many things that pique his interest. He juggles all the hellish schedules and late nights with enough time to kiss you good morning and good night.

"You're staring." An astute observation from the man of your dreams. "May I know why?" You watched as he pushed his seat out of his desk to meet you when you approached.

You kissed him when your bodies were finally close enough. Nothing serious. Just a small peck.

But it was enough.

It was enough for his rough demeanor to crumble instantly. Upon the contact, his eyes fluttered closed and open again. A soft sigh left him as he embraced you by your waist.

"So this is it," he chuckled. "You just wanted attention?" You didn't laugh though. With lips still parted, you pondered why. Why did you want to do this?

"The look in your eyes," you trailed slowly, "it's like love."

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“Oh, I'm sorry! Are you an artist?"

"Uh huh!"

🎀 — Creator

🧸 — Connection

🌷 — Coffee

🧦 — Creations

"Are you famous?"

"My name's Orange Blossom."

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"Am I cruel

with Vil Schoenheit"

"Don't be ridiculous," was all you said when Vil asked if he was ugly. It was playful, as most of your responses towards him were. You worked on your soon-to-be due assignment from the comfort of his bed. Basking in the silence was comforting until you heard him clear his throat.

You looked up and were surprised to see him staring directly at you. "I don't mean looks. Are you aware of that?" You only nodded.

That wasn't good enough of an answer.

"Despite all I am as a hero or villain; do you think I am ugly?" A furrow of his brow told you this was more than just a curiosity. It was an insecurity. Something rooted in fear and chaos of his mind.

You were careful in your movements. Setting all your notes and books aside. Maneuvering from your spot in the middle of his bed onto the edge and sliding off. Walking over towards him as he glared with a guarded expression.

Your responses were inadequate to him. That's been made known. And now you had the responsibility of making it right.

"You're not either, Vil." Hero or villain. "You're human, and that to me..." you trailed off, reaching to hold his face, "...is the most beautiful aspect of you."

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"You keep me...

with Epel Felmier"

"A fight?" He winced as you pressed a pad to his cheek. "What were you thinking, seriously?" The boy had nothing to say for once. His witty and rather irritating replies fall dead on his tongue.

They said something about you. Some savanaclaw nobody had the nerve to speak ill of you. He couldn't just sit there and say nothing.

But in trying to defend you, he only caused you more chaos to deal with.

"'m sorry," was all he could mumble as he tried to push the cloth in your hand away. He didn't want you to tend to his wounds. He just wanted you to say you accepted him still. Knowing that he screwed up, Epel just wanted to know that you still cared about him, (as if you tending to his injuries wasn't enough).

You allowed him to remove the cloth from your grasp. Rather than focusing on his wounds, you focused your eyes on him. Just like you knew he wanted.

He leaned forward until his head rested on your shoulder.

"Please, forgive me."

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I love the fact that I've published five books, containing prose or poetry of some kind.

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"Untreaded territory

with Jade Leech"

"What are you doing, weirdo?"

A small gasp came from your boyfriend. You already knew what was about to come. His award-winning performance.

"You..." he faked a small sob, "wound me with your cruel words."

Through his closed and solemn eyes, he took a small peek to see your reaction. As usual, you had a look of adoration. The same look that sent him into a dizzy spell.

He was fighting a smile. "How am I meant to continue knowing my lover holds hatred for one such as myself." His façade cracked so immensely whenever he was around you. It was almost comical.

After seeing you weren't offering any more of a reaction, he resumed his gazing at your eyes, or underneath them.

"Have you ever noticed the discoloration underneath your eyes? Azul has it as well." Regardless of any thoughts you had about your eyes before, hearing Jade be so blunt about referring to them was enough to make you nervous.

"My eyebags?"

"Is that the proper term?"

He reached a gloved finger up towards your face. Stopping a few inches away, he waiting for you to nod or say yes to him moving closer. A silent question that became routine.

"I don't care much for Azul's, but yours are fascinating."

"Really?" You had hoped your voice came off as more sarcastic than desperate. it wasn't like you needed him to validate something as silly as that.

He chuckled though. "I'd love to just pull them from your face, season them, and feast on them." With such sincerity, he ensured his delivery was soft and almost a coo.

"Thanks..."

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

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"Stretched shirt

with Azul Ashengrotto"

You traced shapes into his torso. And he wanted so badly to push you away. He felt the need to run or hide away from your loving eyes. Disguising himself in the surrounding terrain to keep himself safe from a possible enemy.

But he couldn't allow himself to be weak once again.

You were no enemy. You were his lover.

"I fail to see what is so enjoyable about this," he muttered as you moved your fingers to his hips. The outline of the bones filled you with an odd sense of pity. Or maybe just sadness.

You were proud of Azul and how far he's seemed to come with his confidence and body image. Still, that didn't stop you from wondering how he'd be if he didn't calculate every meal. Allowing more than just bone to be added to his figure.

"You've stopped. Are you done?" He interrupted your silent conversation.

"No, I'm just thinking." Knowing he wouldn't let you go without an idea as to what it was, you continued. "What would it be like if you were still chubby?"

". . ."

Neither of you spoke. You didn't elaborate further. And he didn't respond. But you knew he reacted. He tensed up. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything.

". . ."

"I suppose I'd have you to love me...even if I can't love myself on some days." His voice had a small tremble to it, but that showed his sincerity. And you nodded along with him before resuming your tracing.

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"Cracked Walls

with Jade Leech"

Sexual topics ahead!

"Please, be gentle with me," he spoke. His voice was soft, with an even softer tremble to it.

To an outsider, the idea of Jade Leech being at another's mercy is unheard of. Much less than that, being anxious towards a situation with his partner.

But you know that this took a lot for him. You recall those nights of frustration from him when he shoved you off in a state of panic. Strings of apologies came after his outbursts from the vulnerable position beneath you in the air of intimacy.

But this time, he swore it would be different.

He flinched when you touched his bare stomach. You were about to pull away from him in case he was already overstimulated, but he was quick to grab your hand and hold it there.

His eyes were glued to your hands as you sat next to him, rather than above him. Watching your every move in case he needed to act. He hadn't heard you the first time you spoke due to the ringing in his ears.

"Jade," he hummed finally, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to." Unsure of how to react, he remained unresponsive. The way you were sure he heard you was the tightened grip on your wrist on his body.

"I won't stop you if-," you cut him off.

"I need you to."

An air of silence covered you guys. He didn't understand your meaning. Wasn't this about letting the other do as they please? Why were you objecting it?

"I need this to be comfortable for you as well."

"I-," he hesitated, "okay."

When you were done, he held onto you tightly. Like he'd lose you completely if he let go. His chest would rise and fall at an unsteady pace.

But he seemed comfortable, relaxed. And no matter how spent you were as well, you made sure to focus and care for him. After this, you weren't sure how he'd handle the idea. But you'd be there for whatever he felt.

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"A prank is what this is

with Kalim Al-Asim"

"I love you," you confessed after another one of Kalim's extravagant parties. Everything had been cleaned up, with all the guests gone. The only ones who remained were you, who volunteered to assist Jamil with the tidying, and Kailm, who convinced Jamil into going to bed after all was said and done.

The air immediately went tense. A string of silence hung over the two of you as he kept staring at the corner of the couch where the two of resided. His eyes seemed to soften, or harden maybe? With Kalim, it wasn't an expression you'd seen before.

When you studied his face, you couldn't find an answer to his reciprocation.

It was known by most students as he'd shown off immensely, that you two had started dating casually. He had waved off any questions of how his parents, or just family in general would feel.

If he was so proud, why was he seeming to struggle so heavily now?

"You don't though," he whispered after a few minutes of eerie silence. He had a small pout on his lips that failed to reflect the steel stare he gave when he held your eye contact.

Before you could even ask what he meant, he was quick to continue. "No one's cared for me aside from family. I learned that." You felt a pit in your stomach take place. "I'm sorry for not being able to...but I can't share the words. I-!"

Tears formed in his eyes. Ones that you wished to wipe away.

"I won't let you use me too."

I had the question of whether or not I believed Kalim would've had trust issues after the betrayals he's faced, so I wrote it.

Could be out of character, since I didn't have too much of a vision.