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-hail hydra

Nice things to whisper when hugging someone

-you smell different when you’re awake -please help me (then smile as if nothing happened) -soon -you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it -your hair tastes like strawberries -tonight….you. -he knows, don’t go home. -I always knew you would die in my arms -no one will ever believe you -yessssssssssssss -I killed mufasa -I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear -mother told me it would be like this

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"It tends to."

"That didn’t last very long…"

"Was it supposed to?"

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WHAT THE FUCK

I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN IT OKAY? 

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Dean: Dad went on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days.

Sam: ...

Dean: ...

Sam: ...

Dean: *plays the trombone*

Sam: *slams the oven door*

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saaaame

I want shotgun kisses so bad— 

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Peter had gotten used to climbing, yet it felt like the first day he discovered his climbing prowess all over again as he stumbled through his ascent. An ascent. He scoffed at that. What he was doing -- it was far from an ascent. It was a cowardly choice. Perhaps he was in fact doing the best thing for everybody and removing the flaw from the gene pool. 

Perhaps that was his excuse to escape the guilt of Uncle Ben's death. Uncle Ben had supported him and it was his fault he'd died. An eye for an eye. His thoughts scrambled his mind weighing down on him. Slowly, he let go of his supports, his feet carrying his weight. Taking a deep breath, his last, Peter leaned forward letting the imbalance carry him towards the water below him. 

He didn't hit the water. He barely even fell. It was then he registered the voice. The desperate cry. With a grunt, he hit the pavement with his side. There was sure to be a bruise over it by morning. "What the hell?!" he demanded rage seeping into his voice, forced and strained. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He'd finally worked up his nerve and he didn't even go through with it. 

Crashing Down (Dark!Charles Verse) - Open - TW: Suicide

If one were to look closely, they might see to worn-shoe clad feet sticking out the bottom of the branches. If particular attention was made, they might even notice the faint outline of the young man nestled amongst the branches. The tree was one of many that littered the park, but this particular one was easy to climb and overlooked the point where the pavement met the dock and turned to the sea beyond.

High above, there was a sweet sense of serenity. High above, there weren’t any mind to bother him or… Someone had approached the dock, leaning against the wooden beams and slowly, shakily, they ascended upwards.

Charles hit the ground hard, taking no care for a soft landing. There wasn’t time. He’d lost count of how many deaths he’d seen, he wasn’t about to stand by and watch another. "Stop!" he screamed, scrambling towards them and just managing to grab hold of their jacket in time to yank them away from the edge. Both fell back to the safety of the pavement.

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send me 'well hello' and my muse will climb into your muse's lap

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it has been three hours, fifty two pokeballs, three great balls, and i have caught absol. *uncontrollable sobbing*

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"Yours."

∅

The Goblin’s fingers shifted to rub up along Recluse’s jaw. Thebeast leaned in to press severalkisses up Peter’s neck, feelingevery pulse point.    Every shiver.

"My mate. My equal.      My Spider.”

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The corner of Recluse's lips pulled up into a coy smirk and he pressed his lips to the soft skin at the Goblin's throat.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He groaned, drawing out the sound, low and wanton in the Goblin's ear and he shifted his hips to the side, purposely grinding them against his mate's. 

The Goblin’s lips were pressed up

again Peter’s ear, teeth flashing out  to sink into his young mate’s earlobe.

     ”I can be as bad as you want me         to be.” The beast hissed, lips moving          out to brush against Recluse’s throat.

The fingers drove the Goblin crazy, but he could play his own version of this game if he had to.

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         "Benny." Peter laughs aloud, his free hand rubbing at his               eyes. "Benny, I've gotten myself into a load of shit."           He's hardly looking at him, not making eye contact. As if               doing so would impact him so greatly that his entire                                       world would crumble.

                                          "Can't resolve anything. Can't be fixed anymore. Don't you see?           This is why I have to -- I can't fix it anymore." 

                                             Benjamin’s hands slowly move up just above his shoulders            as he sees the gun aimed at him. He has one of his own by                      his back — but he’s not going to reach for it.               ” Not getting any closer. Nothing will get resolved with           pointing guns in peoples faces though , just a word of advice. “

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He wriggled, as if he were a cat preparing to pounce, head resting in the crook of the Goblin's neck.                      "Are you? Will you be? What if I want you                                            to be a very bad man?"

Peter's fingers were thin, delicate, it was a wonder they could support his weight when he swung through the city on his webs, but they were without a doubt, the fingers of an inventor. Each digit guaranteed the utmost precision. 

The beast smirked over

towards Recluse, long fingers moving to curl into Peter’s own hands.

    “It’s not. But that tone          made me feel like a very bad man.”

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"Don't! Don't do that! Don't -- stop telling me what to do. His hands shook and he hated the weak feeling in the pit of his stomach. "You don't understand."

"What’s wrong…are you okay? Just…put the weapon down…." Elizabeth spoke calmly and used a soft tone, backing away.

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to: fnaf rpers

my recent murder follow spree is for my sideblog foxypirate-ofpiratecove

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 Peter wrinkles his nose

        "How on earth      is                monster in bed  a bad thing?" 

"Oh, darling.     You call me monster like      it’s a bad thing.”

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He levels a gun at the figure before him                                         hands shaking           He's struggling both with the person in front of him                           and with himself                                                         The Recluse wants and Peter needs. "Don't --"                  he forces through gritted teeth,                                            "don't you get any closer." 

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Pointed ears perked up and the god all but jumped from his perch to land before the Prince. He'd have given him a huge hug, but something told him strangers didn't really appreciate random hugs from other strangers -- gods or otherwise. 

"Of course I showed up." He scrunched up his nose, almost offended the Prince thought he would ditch. "I brought you something!" 

The Spider God and the Goblin Prince

Up from the hole in the ground the prince appeared after awhile. He still had a hood over his face, but he looked up towards the Spider God and gave the slightest bit of a smile.

"Well, what do you know? You showed up." He chuckled slowly and lowered the hood since the moonlight wouldn’t burn him.