#i am running in circles so so so aaa

[xochimillilili]

Local catboygirl thing (me) loses its shit over booping all the cool nicey people it sees every day

[absdoll]

AAHHHHGHH YOURE WRITING IS SOO GOOD AND CUTE AND HASKSKDBSKSLANS!!!!!! Do you think you could write sub!abby?? love youuuu💋

TYSM MY SWEET NONNIE ♡💕🩷 I LUV U MORE !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

₊˚⊹ cw : sub!abby , dom(?)!reader , face fucking (r!rec) , fingering (a!rec) , mommy kink , edging (a!rec) 🎀 i think that’s it ? hehe this is gross & i love it <333

“ohhhh, abs” you purr at your 5’10 girlfriend as she sits on her knees at your feet, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes. “you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you bun? hmm?” you mock. abby whimpers when you grab a fist full of her hair, shoving her nose to your clothed pussy. abby inhales deeply, letting your sweet smell swim through her nostrils.

“please baby, please let me taste you.” abby whispers in a low pitched tone, her hands pinned behind her back.

you run your thumb across her pouted bottom lip, “please, i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.” she begs. abby lets out a long sigh, warm breath fogging over your wet panties. you smirk at her, “p-please, please let me show you how good i am.” abby’s voice cracks, her desperate pleads like music to your ears.

you give her a soft smile, granting her permission to begin nibbling at your clit.

abby moans as she sucks and slurps at your hole, “mm- y-you t-aste s’good mmommy ahh.” your hand gripping the back of abby’s neck, fucking her face. “shhh, use that tongue for licking, not talking angel.” you warn sweetly.

“fuck abs th-that feels sfucki- ahh!” you hiss when abby circles your pink pulsing nub, thick shiny cream coating her chin. “y-yeahuhhh right there!” you moan. the blonde keeps her lips glued to your clit, making you curse and gasp with every lick she gives you. abby’s hands still restricted behind her back, she uses her nose to take over for her tongue, the pink muscle now sucked into your tight hole. you continue to push her head deeper into your pussy. as you ride out your orgasm on her face, you can tell abby’s getting frustrated with the uncomfortable feeling brewing between her toned legs.

“what do you need, baby?” you coo at your girlfriend as she falls onto the bed.

you crawl on top of the buff blonde, pressing a kiss to her forehead. your hand travels down to the band of her boxers, slipping under. your fingers sticking to her folds as you kiss her neck. sighs of both relief and frustration come from her pink lips. your hand just resting on top of her clit, not moving a muscle.

abby’s hips are thrusting up into your hand, you still purposely ignoring her whines and whispers of, “please baby, i made you feel so good, please go faster.”

you begin rubbing slow, small circles on abby’s aching clit, occasionally letting a finger dip into her clenching hole, but only for a second. abby is groaning and flailing around on the bed, so fucking desperate. “more! p-please baby!”

“so pathetic abs, so weak and needy coming from such a big strong girl.” you tease. she lets out a sound of annoyance, huffing at your mean and condescending words. “oh? you don’t like that? you’re way meaner to me angel, remember last night? didn’t let me cum for over an hour.” abby’s eyes widen as she realizes what’s in store for her. “ohh poor baby.. you were making fun of me, remember?” you plunge your two fingers deep into abby’s distressed hole. “f-fuck!” abby cries out as your fingers hit her just right, she’s a whimpering mess.

you feel her gummy walls tighten around you, signaling she’s close. you’ve been in this position before, fucking abby blind with just the thrust of your fingers, her teetering on the edge, and right as she’s about to release all over your hand, you jolt your movements to a stop.

“aaa-ugghh! wh-“ abby’s eyes open to see you grinning down at her, her eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. “fuck you.” she seethes. you giggle at her frustration, picking up your pace again. you slide down to her puffed up clit, kitten licking as your fingers slowly pump in and out of your deprived girlfriend.

abby’s getting close again with every swipe of your tongue drawing figure eights on her swollen clit. her moans are muffled and distraught. “p-please let me cum mommy!” your fingers and tongue working faster to relieve your pent up girlfriend, “go ahead abigail, fill my mouth up.” the second you allow abby to cum, her white creamy juice filling your mouth instantly.

you fall on top of abby, who is trying to catch her breath. “you did so good.” you whisper sweetly in her ear.

a/n : i was struggling with writers block these past few days so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best <3 luv u all 💕💗🩷

☁️ @whore4abby @hersweetheart @enbesbians @abbystoy & @d3arapril (for u my subby!abby luvr) ☁️

[weepingwillowwonder]

Aaa thank you for asking, I am doing well also :3

Could I request an Alastor x Male!reader who is also a deer like him? Either the same type or a different kind and our antlers are growing in for the first time in hell (since I imagine only Alastor can control his? Depending on your head canon of that :3)

And we ask Alastor for advice since it keeps getting in the way of things and are overly sensitive (I read that when deers first grow antlers they are very sensitive but I could be wrong) if that is alright!

Ah, I'm glad to hear you're well Strawberry <3 !

At this point, I swear I start every request with “so sorry I took forever…” This one is literally no different. Frfr this one took 5 ever and I'm sorryyyy ( T ~ T)

This request was actually kinda hard for me to come up with something, but I THINK I did okay with it.

~~~

Alastor x Male!Reader 

CW: Suggestive content (MDNI!!!), Reader is a deer demon like Alastor

‘Why would Alastor help me, of all people?’ 

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You think to yourself as hesitation slowly creeps in the back of your mind. The hand you had raised to knock on the door of Alastor’s room slowly lowered to your side as you thought over your current situation. 

Relatively new to hell, you had just finally begun to familiarize yourself with the abrupt changes of your body and the instincts that came with it. Similarly to the radio demon, your form took on the characteristics of a deer: Fluffy ears sat upon your head and a matching tail on your backside reflected each and every change of emotion you took on. Up until now, the physical changes to your body were really only noted in those two areas, and if anything, your personality was drastically more affected. Your senses, heightened in your transition, forced you to become a little more aware of your surroundings, thus more cautious or even skittish depending on the situation. 

At this point, you tried your best to stay low and out of sight, in fear of retaliation from the people around you. And in most cases, that thought process worked. Somehow you managed to survive long enough to make it to the Hazbin Hotel and become one of its beloved residents, on your quest for redemption. Things were going seemingly well, despite mostly keeping to yourself. You learned quickly that some residents were easier to get along with than others, and others, more so Alastor, set off your internal alarm system. 

Despite your body yelling at you to run away from Alastor’s domain, you ignore the warnings in favor of dealing with your current problem. Your antlers were coming in. Of course they were, you were a deer after all. Reaching up to touch the currently small nubs on the top of your head, you immediately flinched. The feeling was foreign to you, hardly painful, but not quite pleasant either. Somewhere in the middle of overwhelmingly sensitive were your antlers and it only grew worse as they increased in size. The current problem? You didn’t know what set them off to emerge. One minute you’re minding your business, the next you find yourself stuck somewhere in your room with various items hanging from your antlers.

You chew on your bottom lip weighing your options: You can keep running in circles, trying and failing to find some sort of solution to keeping your antlers suppressed or… you can seek guidance from the only other deer demon that you know, who also just so happens to be a master at keeping his composure. Before you’re able to make up your mind, the door in front of you swings open to reveal a smiling, yet somehow annoyed looking Alastor.

“Hello, my dear! Exactly how long do you expect to linger in front of my room? You should know it is quite rude to mark in someone else's territory.” He comments, eyeing your panicked expression. “N-no! I wasn’t, that wasn’t my intention at all!” You blurted out, raising your hands in surrender. His narrowed eyes flicker upward towards your head, lingering for a moment before looking back at you. “Hm. Your scent says otherwise.” He says matter of factly, nose crinkling in disgust. 

The room suddenly feels considerably warmer as you feel the flush growing on your cheeks. Your mouth opens to defend yourself, but suddenly your antlers begin to rapidly grow in size. It takes everything in you not to cry out at the feeling, your lips pressing together to keep the noises inside. Catching him by surprise, Alastor reaches out with both hands to grab a hold of your antlers and forces you to your knees. “What on earth do you think you're doing?” He hisses, voice quickly turning into distorted static as he continues to hold you in that position, his antlers also emerging to challenge your own. 

Well this is not how you anticipated this conversation to go. A whimper slips past your lips, partially in fear and partially in something else as he holds you firmly in place beneath him. You didn’t account for Alastor potentially seeing you as a threat, his display of dominance made it very clear he wasn’t aware of your intentions. Instead, he mistook your current state as blatant disrespect rather than a show of inexperience.

The fingers wrapped around your antlers had you gasping for air. Your entire body quickly lights up as the stifling feeling of heat flows through you. Your fight or flight response kicks in and you attempt to pull yourself away from him, instead falling straight on your back when he suddenly lets you go. The feeling of static fills the air as Alastor comes to hover over you, smile tightening menacingly. 

“Please, I’m not here to fight! I don't want-, my antlers, I can't control them Alastor! I-I need your help! I was trying to ask for your help!” The words tumble from your mouth, flinching as he takes a step closer to you. He straightens up once you state your business and quickly shrinks down to his original form. “Hah! Well, why didn't you start with that?” He laughs lightheartedly, both hands now resting on his extended microphone. You stare up at him in complete disbelief.

“That would have saved us both a lot of trouble, you know… As for your antlers,” He leans over to inspect them closer, using a finger to trace the intricate patterns of them. “In my experience they tend to be quite sensitive to your emotions, similarly to these.” He playfully tugs at one of your ears before pulling away, chuckling softly as you reach up to the area where he touched you.

“Anyway…” he taps the inside of your thigh with his microphone, extremely close to the straining bulge in your pants. “Come find me once you’ve dealt with this problem, then we can discuss your concerns for control. How does that sound?”

[violettduchess]

aaa Violet, massive congratulations on 1k followers, you deserve it so much!! your writing always inspires me to improve, especially as a future english teacher! 🫶🏻 i’d love to request prompt 12 with Keith from IkePri, preferably both Keiths if that’s possible 💚🦌

A/N: I am almost at another milestone so I should continue with some of these too!

I hope you like it @mrlovesimps 💜 I tried something a bit different: the same scene, but how it would play out with each Keith

First Kiss Prompt #12: Gentle, then deeper

WC: 1.5k

“Gentle Keith”

You are the one who crosses the line of uncertainty first. It’s impossible to not touch him, sitting so close the way you are, the soft, cool grass of the lake embankment beneath you, moonlight trailing its silvery fingers over the dark, still water. Above you, the trees reach for the starlit sky, their leaves whispering to each other in the soft breeze, almost as if they are watching the two of you, sighing at the blatant yearning that ties your heartstrings together. 

He is shy, his gaze focused on the shimmering water, so very intently not looking at you, not willing to take the chance that his expression may give away the volcanic desire that threatens to erupt when he catches your scent, lavender and roses, when he sees your beautiful lips curve upwards in a smile meant only for him. It brings a wash of heat to his cheeks if he holds your gaze for too long, when he allows his thoughts to wander….what would it feel like to run his palms over the soft skin of your waist, to wind his fingers around a lock of your hair, to press his cheek against the swell of– 

And then he catches himself and bites his lip, his head shaking ever so slightly. 

This is what moves you, the sight of his lip between his teeth, the stiffness of his shoulders, the slope of them as they angle away from you. You’re tired of fighting this and now, in a setting that practically screams romance, you want to let him know that the longing in his golden eyes is reciprocated. 

You reach out, gently but firmly cupping his chin and turn him towards you. Your hand stays there, thumb stroking the line of cheekbone as he looks almost startled, his brow furrowing in something like disbelief with a shade of confusion.

He starts to say your name and you lean in, stopping any other words that are queued for release by pressing your lips against his. Oh, kissing him is so much more than the way you imagined it would be. His mouth feels like it was made to fit against yours, his lips firm and cool and perfect. For a moment, just a few seconds, as the evening breeze serenades you both with the rustle of leaves and gentle lapping of the lake, neither of you moves. You simply revel in this feeling, this new way of connecting, of touching, of giving the feelings that have been growing in your hearts a chance to slowly open their petals and blossom.

And then he shifts, his large hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he breaks contact only to immediately kiss you again. Emotion flutters through you as he does this over and over. Short, gentle, achingly sweet kisses that feel better than a fire’s warmth on a cool night, better than rose liquor, better than melted chocolate. Your hands land on his broad shoulders, steadying yourself as you sigh his name, your voice wavering with eagerness, with satisfaction.

His breathing is becoming ragged. He wants….so much. It overwhelms him, how much he wants you, wants this moment to be the first of a thousand similar moments that stretch out into eternity. He pulls away, just a little, his chin dropping, eyes closed against the hurricane circling its way around his restraint. Your fingers press into him and you whisper his name again. That one syllable, that word in your voice, crossing the lips he has just been tasting, bright with unmistakable desire.

You can almost hear the thundering of his heart, the waterfall rush of emotion churning through him. You murmur his name again, afraid he may be closing himself off from this, from you. But then slowly, his eyes open and he raises his head. It’s still him. He is still with you.

His body shifts as he straightens his long torso to look down at you, golden eyes now alight with desire. And he is no longer afraid of the blaze.

“Keith,” you murmur, reaching out to run the back of your fingers down his cheek. He doesn’t respond with words but with action, his smile warm as he reaches for you and you yield, bending into the strength of his arms, the press of his body as he kisses you.

He begins as gently as before, his lips against yours even as he moves with you, laying you back onto the cool grass, stretching himself over you, like shelter. And then his lips part and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, your whole world shrunk down to this man, the taste of him, the feel of him. There is nothing but Keith and this perfect, luminous moment.

“Dark Keith”

He is the one who crosses the line of uncertainty first. It’s impossible to not touch you, sitting so close to you the way he is, the night-dark grass of the embankment beneath you, moonlight spilling across the dark, still water of the lake. Above you, the trees hold out their spindly branches toward a sky littered with cold, diamond-edged stars. They seem to shy away from the intense waves of want and hunger radiating from his powerful body.

He wants you, his gaze so very intently drinking you in, dragging across the exposed skin of your neck, the enticing drop of your neckline, not at all bothering to hide the volcanic desire that threatens to erupt every time he catches your scent, lavender and roses, when he sees your delicious lips curve upwards in a smile that he wants only for himself. It brings a wash of heat to your cheeks if he holds your gaze for too long, when what he wants is so plainly written across the devastatingly handsome planes of his face….he wants to hold you by gripping the soft curve of your hip, to trap a lock of hair around his fingers, to sink his teeth into the swell of your– 

You catch your breath at the sight of his bright eyes burning into you and unconsciously, you bite your lip.

This is what moves him, the sight of your tempting lip between your white teeth, the drop of your shoulders, the slope of them as they angle towards him. He is tired of fighting this and now, in a setting that practically screams privacy, he wants to know for sure that his longing is reciprocated. 

He reaches out, gently but firmly cupping your chin and turning you towards him. His hand stays there, thumb stroking over the softness of your cheek as you stare at him, lips parted, your rapid heartbeat causing your breathing to be shallow and airy.

You begin to say his name and he leans in, stopping any other words that are queued for release by pressing his lips against yours. Oh, kissing you is so much more than what he has been imagining. Your mouth feels like it was made just for him, your lips soft and sweet and perfect. For a moment, just a few seconds, as the evening breeze shakes the tree branches and the lake undulates in response, neither of you moves. You simply revel in this feeling, this new way of connecting, of touching, of giving the desire that has been warming your veins and consuming your dreams a chance to slowly burn its way through you..

And then he shifts, his large hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he breaks contact only to immediately kiss you again. Emotion courses through you as he does this over and over, hungry, greedy kisses that turn your blood to lava, that have your heartbeat boom like thunder as it rolls across a stormy sky, that have you dizzy with need. Your hands land on his broad shoulders, steadying yourself as you gasp his name, your voice breaking with eagerness, with want.

His breathing is becoming ragged. He wants….so much. It overwhelms him, how much he wants you, wants this moment to be the first spark preceding a roaring bonfire. He moves closer, his chin dropping as he buries his face into the curve of your neck, eyes closed as he revels in the powerful hurricane of his need for you. Your fingers press into him and you sigh his name again. That one syllable, that word in your voice, crossing the lips he has just been tasting, bright with unmistakable desire.

He can feel the roar of your heart under his tongue, the waterfall rush of emotion churning through you. Yet again you pant his name. And then slowly, his eyes open and he raises his head. He is going to devour you and you welcome it.

His body shifts as he straightens his long torso to look down at you, his hands already running down your sides possessively, impatiently.

You bend into the strength of his arms, the press of his body as he kisses you, laying you back onto the cool grass, stretching himself over you. And then his lips part and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, your whole world shrunk down to this man, the taste of him, the feel of him. There is nothing but Keith and this perfect, unbridled moment.

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[driftsart]

I am running around in CIRCLES I AM IN LOVE WOTH UR AU N THE FACT UR A YEAR OLDER THAN ME WITH SUCH GOOD ART???? RAAAHHH OMG (i feel starscream SO MUCH bro)

BUT I HAVE A QUESTION, do you have any plans to put the other rescue bots like boulder and heatwave into ur au?? I saw the blades n chase pieces and AAA eating those designs like gourmet food

OMG TY!!!

And yes! I do plan on making references for all the rescue bots!

I don't have completed reference sheets for them yet, but I can tell you about them!

Chase: He's a young and unique bot assigned to Jazz and Prowl as a police-in-training. He's an excellent and obedient listener and loyal companion. Prowl has a hard time figuring him out, since he's never seen such an obedient bot before. Jazz thinks Chase is a bit boring, since he rarely "has fun" like Jazz does. Both of them sometimes question if Chase is even sentient or a lifeless robot. Chase is also known for his intelligence, being able to memorize hundreds of police codes and laws better than Prowl or Jazz do. He transforms into a Dodge Challenger just like Prowl.

Blades: Known for his cowardice and fear of heights, Blades was assigned to Ratchet. Sentinel had the hopes that Ratchet, being experienced in the field of medicine for years, would help Blades improve and take over the role of medic for Ratchet. However, it's not going well... Blades being utterly terrified of any sort of bl00d or any sort of surgeries. Blades tends to lack self confidence and sometimes gets angry with himself for being such a failure. Ratchet sometimes sees the frustration in his eyes and goes easy on him. He transforms into a rescue helicopter, which isn't going too well for him either.

Heatwave: Heatwave is a hot-headed young mech who wishes to work with the high command. However, he was paired up with Inferno, who he thinks is driving him away from reaching his dream. Inferno, being the reckless bot he is, and his failures on past missions, has lost Sentinel's respect, especially after Inferno lost an arm. Heatwave is ashamed and even embarrassed of having him as a mentor. Inferno however cares for the young mech, and sometimes hopes he could improve himself to help Heatwave reach his dream. He transforms into a fire truck.

Boulder: Boulder has a different story, he was assigned to assist humans with construction, after Sentinel couldn't find anyone who'd fit being his mentor. He was also assigned to watch over the constructicons, a strange group of cybertronians that were scattered around during the war and found over the years, who apparently lost their voice boxes and one of their members is still missing (Hook, who was found by Decepticons). However, they're a bit hard to control. He transforms into a bulldozer.

[wackytoonz]

HELLO YOU’VE OPENED MY EYES AND I WANNA THANK YOU

OH MY GO- GRRRRRR GROWLSSSSSS RUNS IN CIRCLES HOLYYYYYYYY MOLYYYYYYY!!! AAA IM SO HAPPY U ENJOY THIS SHIP THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY SO WONDERFUL YOUR ART IS SO AMAZINGGG❤️❤️ WAAAA PLZZZZ U ARE FREE TO TALL TO ME ABOUT THEM WHENEVER I AM SIMPLY CRAZY ABOUT THEM!!!

[reanbowful]

Boys with a tomboy reader please^^

I love you and your writing (//•/-/•//)

First of all, THANK YOU AAA!! I’m not sure what tomboy is like to other people but I will write it by how I define it. So it will be more on the personality than their looks.

“boyish”

if you have a boyish personality

*this was harder than I thought, I didn’t want the reader to feel like the ‘not like other girls’ stereotype so I made it like this

(gray, ben, gerard, alex, eugene)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

Suave

When Gray saw you, he noticed that you were unexpectedly more masculine than you appear.

You have certain tendencies to you that makes him feel like he’s talking to a dude(?) rather than a high school girl.

He noticed that you treated your girl friends very gently and that girls in general like you a lot.

“Come on Mijin! I need it for the test next week!”

“Y/N, I told you I’m also shit at biochem. Go ask someone from the upper class.”

“I don’t know anyone there.”

Gray was just passing by the hallway when he saw you and your friend.

“Ah, y/n. Go ask him, he’s at the top of the class.”

Gray shifted his eyes to the two of you, immediately alarmed when he saw a cleaning staff shift his phone just right under your friend’s skirt.

He was about to warn her when you beat him to it.

You grabbed the phone and covered the camera part. Not sure if he managed to take a picture or any sort of footage since you acted very swiftly, but that really could’ve ended very bad.

“Hey, mister. This is premium content, you know. It’s not for free!”

Your friend shifted in horror when she realised what had happen.

The man, humiliated and embarrassed, tries to grab the phone away from you. Which you of course, toss away. To who? The one and only, Gray Yeon.

“Yo! Run!”

Gray cursed under his breath when the man turned to him with crazy eyes and began bolting towards him.

And thus, Gray ran.

“I’ll see you outside!”

Long story short, as he was running, you tripped the man over. Went into his phone using his unconscious body’s face id. (it was quite jarring to see) And thanked Gray for helping you.

“Hey, thanks man. That was really cool of you.”

The way you tapped him on his shoulder as you casually deleted the man’s entire gallery really reminded him of Ben somehow.

I’m honestly not sure how Gray would react, maybe no more than a ‘Wow. They’re kinda cool.’

He will probably notice you more after that, and if you begin to get more involved into his everyday routine, Gray won’t be hesitant to welcome you into his inner circle.

ben park / park humin

Easy Camaraderie

You met Ben at the arcade.

You were both coincidentally playing Tekken on the machine across from each other.

Also coincidental, you’re both ass at it.

Inhaling sharply, you ‘gently’ slammed your hand on the side of the screen. Making it shake Ben’s machine, thus resulting in his loss. (he won’t win even without the distraction)

“Hey! Why did you do that, man?”

“Damn, sorry man, I didn’t see you there. My bad my bad.”

Ben would be slightly taken aback when he turned his head to see that you are a girl.

You raised your brow at him, an awkward pursed smile on your face when he looked your way.

“Oh, um. It’s fine. So, you play too? Any good at it?”

You stood on your chair. Looking over from above his cabinet, peeking at his screen to gauge his skill.

Oh and you thought you were bad, but this guy? This guy is absolute shit.

Scoffing, you jumped down from your chair, throwing an arm over Ben’s shoulder.

“Hm, I think I’m quite okay compared to you. I can teach you a few tricks if you want.”

Don’t fall for it, Ben.

“REALLY?!”

Oh, Ben.

You nodded. Throwing an optimistic thumbs up, completely unaware of just how much of a lost cause this man is.

Within 20 minutes, you could feel a migraine building up. You grimaced when Ben’s character dies yet again.

Ben frowned.

“It’s not working! What am I doing wrong?”

Technically everything.

You bit the inside of your cheek, scrunching your brows to find a way on telling him how much he suck at this game. And that he probably should play something else instead.

“Like, don’t take this the wrong way. But you really suck at this game. Like really bad.”

If he has dog ears, it would definitely lay flat on his head right now.

You nod, tapping his shoulder apprehensively.

It became a routine for you two to play with each other every Wednesday afternoon, every single week.

You would stay there for 4 hours, laughing at each other’s dumb jokes until your ribs ache. And leave exactly 10 minutes before closing time, bidding each other goodbyes with little sentiment over the interaction.

Well, that is until one of you finds themselves waiting eagerly for the next Wednesday to come.

(Idk what kind of dynamic this is, but I like it)

gerard jin / jin gayool

Lightheartedness

“YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

Gerard didn’t notice you at first, but him and the boys were out eating chicken at Ttosikki during one of his day offs.

And you, were also there. With your friends. Eating chicken in peace.

What’s funny about the whole interaction was that it was all a HUGE misunderstanding.

Basically what happened was that you were eating, right. And some sweet couple were just standing over at the street.

You have a weird habit of spacing out while eating, and you just so happened to face this specific couple.

You weren’t looking at them or anything specific really. You’re just.. spaced out.

The girl, however, is getting annoyed at the impression that you’re ogling her boyfriend.

Gerard was seated on the right end of the table, so he could see the whole shit go down in full hd. He knew something was gonna happen, but he doesn’t see why he should intervene since it wasn’t any of his business. And well, you guys are girls so.. he really doesn’t want to get involved.

When it seems like the warning glares the girl sent your way didn’t seem to faze you (once again, you just didn’t see her), she began to march her way towards you.

“Hey.”

“Huh?”

In complete shock, everyone watch as the girl took the can of coke from the table and proceed to pour them all over your head.

Your friend, shocked and also annoyed at the uncalled for action, shoved her away.

“Y-you! What the fuck was that for?!”

“Me? Maybe you should tell your friend not to ogle at other people’s boyfriend.”

At this point, everyone is now looking at your table. This even caught Gray’s attention which was a rare thing to see.

“What did you say now-“

Before your friend could do anything stupid, you pulled her aside and stood up.

Your uniform is drenched, so is your hair.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.”

Was all you said before pulling that girl into a bear hug, making sure to stick all surface of your skin together and really rubbing your hair in there.

“AHHH YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

“What? Wow, I even forgave you because you have a cute face. And you called me a ‘bitch’? Laundry is expensive, you know.”

With red face, the girl ran off pulling her boyfriend away with her while you laughed your head off with your friends at how ridiculous the situation was.

“They handled it really well, huh?”

Gerard watched intently, a small smile rising to his face at how you handled the situation.

“Yeah. That was very cool of them.”

alex go / go hyuntak

Mischievous

Alex was on his way to meet up with Ben when he saw you.

He merely took a glance at you while he was walking. You were talking to a somewhat sketchy looking older man, holding a pack of something(?)

Well, it’s none of his business.

Or was it?

After like ten steps away, Alex could hear the stomping of heavy heels. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a gust of white. And then he was pulled.

“Wha-!!”

Alex was barely able to keep his balance when you yanked him through the street. He looked at you, then behind him.

The sketchy looking, now crazy looking mf was on fire chasing the two of you. Oh how great this luck of his is.

“WHY ARE WE RUNNING?”

“I’LL EXPLAIN LATER!”

You two ran into a corner alleyway, where you pant and lean back into the wall. Trying to catch your breath. Alex did the same.

“Yo. What the fuck was that?”

You hold your hand up. Retching a little, making Alex grimace.

“Ugh.. yea. So, what happened was-“

You explained to him how this very obvious looking conman was trying to sell you some bullshit. So you pretended to play along and humiliate him afterwards. Not knowing that this was not a conman. But a mf cultist.

“Wtf. So, why did he start chasing after you?”

“I told him it was my boyfriend’s idea.”

“Boyfriend? What do you- Oh fuck no.”

“There you are.”

The two of you turned to see the madman himself standing right there in the open air, looking like he’s ready to bash someone’s head in.

Your eyes widened in horror. But then your body remembered you had a parkour era and jumped straight up onto the red brick wall separating the alleyway.

“HEY BOYFRIEND! JUMP UP HERE!”

You stretched your arm out to Alex who gave a worried look, but hurried over to you when he saw the man approaching behind him.

With a high jump, you pulled Alex up to give him enough leverage to pull himself up and over the other side of the wall.

“I’m y/n by the way.”

“Fuck you, y/n. I’m Alex. By the way.”

eugene gale / seo juntae

Carefree

You and Eugene met when you volunteered in his aunt’s pet store for the summer.

From the get go, Eugene thought you are a very easygoing person. Your way of talking and handling people is very charming, he could see why his aunt likes you.

The two of you have an interesting relationship of friendship but not really.

See, it’s not hard for anyone to fall for you. Eugene is one of the many.

Maybe it’s the way you strike an easy conversation. Or in the way you bob your head, pretending you’re at a concert when it’s closing time and you’re cleaning all by yourself.

Whatever it was, it’s clear now. Eugene didn’t know when he fell for you, but that doesn’t matter now. What does is, what next?

Summer is ending soon, and you will go back to your life. As will he.

Something to note here is that you two never really interacted much than small talks and casual conversations. So he doesn’t even have your contact and socials.

Eugene decided to leave things as it is and just enjoy the moments that you have left in his life.

It was a casual Tuesday when he walked into the store and you were not there.

Looking at his confused expression, his aunt would explain that you started school already and have to stop volunteering.

It left a bittersweet feeling in his heart that your last interaction was left hanging. He doesn’t feel that.. closure in him thinking that he will just see you again but then you’re just.. not there anymore.

Taking his umbrella out, he began to walk home feeling oddly somber.

That is until he heard the busking band. The sound of guitar strums and raw drumming paired with the deafening rain in his ears tuned everything out.

Then he saw you.

All soaked and in the rain. Dancing your heart out. Not caring about how others see you. Laughing and having fun. Just completely free in the best way possible.

Eugene smiled.

You were in his life once. And it was unforgettably beautiful.

It’s time for another to experience your beauty now.

[starheirxero]

*shakes you* just stopping to let you know I think you’re super cool and everything time I see you in my notifs i go :D!!

AAA OMG HI HELLO I LITERALLY FEEL THE SAME WAY !!! U r such a cool mutual 2 me and i'm always so happy 2 see u in my notes!!! I am running circles around u delighted style ^_^

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

sending you Michiru and Makoto :)

:'D aaa thank you!!

Michiru: (whom @docholligay also asked for 👀)

Why I like them: she's beauty. she's grace. she's the most dangerous person in the room. she's dragging me for filth and I'm thanking her for deigning to notice I exist at all

Why I don’t: hmm... well I don't like that she's never canonically kissed her wife onscreen I'll tell you that :(

Favorite episode (scene if movie): that special with the creepy puppet is like PEAK Michiru for me

Favorite season/movie: I still can't make myself watch Stars even though I know there's good things there, so that only leaves S :(

Favorite line: she has so many good lines. probably the one that guts me most though for a bazillion reasons: I like your hands.

Favorite outfit: this blue dress ;-;

OTP: Harumichi. is there even another answer to this one

Brotp: REALLY this is Doc's fault since it's entirely based on how she writes their dynamic but Rei!

Headcanon: this is just bc I think it'd be really funny but I don't think she can sing, like, at all. master violinist but if she sings in the shower Haruka comes knocking on the door like are you dying?? are you okay?? I have my sword ready!!

Unpopular opinion: I didn't think it was unpopular due to the circles I run in but apparently some people think she's naturally and uncomplicatedly kindhearted and nice?? that woman is made of marble and displayed behind velvet ropes and you will never touch her. sorry.

A wish: I think she should get to stab someone. as a treat

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: if Haruka dies before she does the world is ending

5 words to best describe them: (counting on my fingers.) carefully composed silk-covered steel.

Mako:

Why I like them: buff bi femmes with big hair are exactly my type 😞 AND she's a sweetheart, and honest to a fault, and sometimes a little bit dense, and reckless with her own safety for the sake of people she cares about, and -

Why I don’t: this is not her fault but I find the "a new crush every day" trope a little tired :/

Favorite episode (scene if movie): my immediate reaction is 147... 🥺 as with all the heart mirror/crystal/doodad of the week stuff there's some stuff we are not talking about but. there are also,, some very good things. also really enjoy 105 as a Mako-centric episode!!

Favorite season/movie: this is such a tough one. the first season I guess?? I like seeing the dynamics between everyone form ahaha

Favorite line: "I'M THE ONE WITH THE MOST TALENT HERE"

Favorite outfit: ROSE DRESS ROSE DRESS ROSE DRESS

OTP: Makoami...... shocking approximately no one lol

Brotp: Usagi! I like their friendship a lot :')

Headcanon: she doesn't have room for a garden given she lives in an apartment but I just know she has a bunch of little herb plants in pots on her windowsills. the mint is quarantined to its own window though after she lost her first rosemary plant to it deciding it needed ALL the pots for itself, actually

Unpopular opinion: it SHOULDN'T be unpopular given that it's CANONICAL but she is both muscular and feminine!!! both things can be true!!! PUT MORE BUFF WOMEN IN PRETTY DRESSES I AM BRANDISHING A FORK AT EVERY OTHER FAN ARTIST IN THE WORLD

A wish: for her to get to wear more pretty dresses. if I say it enough times will someone listen to me do you think

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: my dear we are DONE letting your big heart be taken advantage of by insincere and villainous parties!!

5 words to best describe them: the foundation you stand on.

[izuagony]

An Eggie Love Story

Pair - Dr. Eggman x Agent Stone

Media - Sonic the Hedgehog (Films)

Type - Fluff / Joke

Note - absolutely nothing here is serious. it’s an inside joke. (that i got too into.)

Dr. Eggman and Agent Stone were constantly together. I mean, Agent Stone worked for Dr. Eggman! In fact, he was his number one employee. Dr. Eggman is tough and cold. He shows no emotion, and is full of pride. Agent Stone is sensitive, but hard working, and he loves his boss. Agent Stone daydreams of Dr. Eggman everyday. He strives for his love. He wishes for his touch.

Dr. Eggman doesn’t like to show his love for Agent Stone. He keeps it low in his heart. He will always deny his love for Agent Stone.

But we know it’s there.

Agent Stone is doing his usual work today. Making sure everything goes well. Dr. Eggman is doing similar. He’s creating new machinery to capture Sonic’s power.

“You’re doing a wonderful job, sir.” Agent Stone says suddenly.

“You do not speak until ordered to do so.” Dr. Eggman replies, sounding extremely irritated.

“What is wrong, babe?” Agent Stone questions.

“I have told you not once, not twice, but twelve times to not refer to me intimately during work hours! My employees will not find out about our- our, our issue..” Dr. Eggman says.

Agent Stone looks down at his hands. Tears welling in his eyes.

“Why not? Why not Eggie? Why can’t people know about us? Do you not love me!?” Agent Stone exclaims, while the aforementioned tears flow down his cheeks.

“Agent Stone! You-“ Dr. Eggman stops talking suddenly.

“Stoney, you know why.” He says quietly.

“If anyone finds out, I’ll- I’ll lose my reputation. People won’t take me seriously. People will think I’m a joke. People will view me worse of a villain than I already am.”

“Eggie. I love you, and I know you love me, but, I just wish you were more expressive.” Agent Stone says, while calming himself down.

“Stoney, I promise I will be more expressive when we’re alone. But whenever we are in public, or at work, we act like boss and employee. Not boyfriends.” Dr. Eggman says.

“Okay, that’s works.” Agent Stone says with a small smile.

Agent Stone and Dr. Eggman continue their work. Once they finish for the day, they go back to their apartment. It’s small, but sustainable. They have a pet cat, named Tim. He’s a lovely brown tabby.

“Hello, Tim Tim!” Agent Stone says, in a very happy tone.

“You love Tim, huh.” Dr. Eggman says, while petting the cat.

“Of course!” Agent Stone exclaims,

“C’mon Stone, let’s cuddle and watch T.V on the couch.”

“Okay!!”

Agent Stone is full of joy. He finally gets to have some time with Dr. Eggman.

“My lord, what has Sonic done now!?” Dr. Eggman says, in a very angry tone.

“Calm down Eggie, it’s okay, you’ll get him one day. I promise. I’ll even help you.” Agent Stone says, while rubbing small circles in Dr. Eggman’s hands.

“You will never, ever, help me in the work place. Remember?” Dr. Eggman says, in a strict manner.”

“Yes, sir-“ Agent Stone’s speech is cut off by Dr. Eggman’s lips.

“Oh, my- you- you kissed me!” Agent Stone exclaims, with bright and wide eyes.

“I know, I kissed you.”

“How about you go and make dinner? Make something..savory.” Dr Eggman says.

“Yes! Yes, I will!” Agent Stone is full of joy, and skips his way to the little kitchen.

Agent Stone chops away at the vegetables, quickly, because he’s so eager to eat dinner with his boyfriend.

Agent Stone is struck with sudden pain.

“Ow!! Aaa!” Agent Stone screams.

“Stoney!? What happened!?” Dr. Eggman jumps up from the couch and runs to Agent Stone.

“It’s okay..I just cut myself a little.” Agent Stone shows him his cut finger.

“Ouch, it looks painful, but it looks okay.” Dr. Eggman sighs in relief.

Agent Stone goes back to cooking dinner, while his loving boyfriend holds his waist and follows him around the kitchen. It’s not long until dinner’s ready and they’re sitting at the dining table, eating.

It pretty silent, besides soft murmurs and chewing noises. Until Agent Stone speaks.

“Eggie?”

“Yes, Stoney?” Dr. Eggman says whilst smiling.

“Eggie, can we- we- add to our family?”

Dr. Eggman stops chewing, and swallows his food abruptly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, um.” Agent Stone looks down at his food, he suddenly feels like needs to hurl. He’s having second thoughts, he starting to think he shouldn’t have asked this right now.

“It’s okay Stoney, I don’t care what you say, I won’t be mad. The worst I will say is no.” Dr. Eggman smiles warmly.

“Eggie. Can we, have a baby?” Agent Stone starts to tear up, when he sees Dr. Eggman’s eyes widen.

“Stoney- I- you- a baby?”

“Yes, I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to.” Agent Stone sucks his tears in, not letting Dr. Eggman see him cry.

“Stoney.”

Agent Stone looks up, and makes loving eye contact with Dr. Eggman.

“We can have a baby, I would love to have a baby with you.”

Agent Stone lights up. He jumps up out of his chair and runs straight to Dr. Eggman, who is at the other end of the table.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Agent. Stone exclaims.

“It’s no problem, Stoney.”

“But there’s one thing.” Dr. Eggman pulls Agent Stone away from his chest.

“Yes, Eggie?” Agent Stone says while his smile fades.

“We have to capture Sonic first.”

[standfucker]

[Each noise hits your brain like the boots of marines breaking down the door to drag you back.] This is such a good detail!!

[“You look like death warmed over, little flower.”]

Can I just say I'm living for these nicknames? Little flower, little gift, little morsel, etc they're all give me happy chemicals in the brain

[he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks, and turning your face in one direction. “Bathroom.”]

really loved this, all the manhandling

[“… I’m not naïve.” You grumble, sitting up.

A heavy force shoves you into the bed, and after your brain catches up with what’s happened you’re almost nose to nose with the vampire. Golden eyes hold your gaze as his fingers twitch against your hands. He forces your hands to your sides, a grin splitting his face as you reflexively struggle.

“You are terribly, deliciously, painfully naïve, little flower.”]

sorry to copy-paste the whole thing but I LOVED ALL THIS PART oh my GOD I am running in circles around my room barking like a dog that saw the amazon delivery driver I AM INSANE FOR THIS and the part that follows too ohhh my god???

[“Shh, shh, shh, breathe little flower.” He coos, and something in his gaze and the sound of his voice forces your entire being to calm down. You’re still nervous and trembling, but you aren’t on the verge of panicking yourself into a coma.]

the shushing is getting to me aaa and also another part where I question if he has vampiric powers over emotional states or if it's just a personality thing

[You had been so nervous when they were trying to discover why you were suddenly losing weight, fearful that your deceit and plans would be washed away by a single checkup. Fortunately, it had been written off as you simply developing a higher metabolism.

They did a few more extra tests, monitored your new food adjustments, and seemed perfectly happy when things leveled out again. You were very careful not to over-work yourself after that first scare.]

I just wanted to say this part was very smart, I would not have thought of that u_u excellent work

[A new sensation, sure, but you weren’t in the right state of mind to appreciate it’s newness.]

I love this line too!

[Opening the door to put the tray back you nearly fell onto your ass at the site of him standing in the doorway.] I'm doing backflips I'm losing my mind at everything that happens after this I just want to copy-paste the whole thing and point to it while screaming

[“Naïve. Little. Mouse.”] [“Oh, I’m perfectly capable.” He assures you, dropping the empty tray out into the hall as he steps into the room. “Terrible, monstrous, evil, blood-sucking vampire.”]

fuck it (pointing and screaming) AND THEN THE CHEEK KISS AND STUFF??? also getting laughed at usually gives me secondhand embarrassment but with the entire power difference in this situation it's just kind of attractive despite everything

ugh, this chapter was also so so good thank you for writing it

Honeysuckle: Red

afab!reader x Vampire!Eustass Kid

cw: Vampire AU with blood, violence, gore, some very marginally dubious consent, 18+ only

Summary: Vampires are real, and the World Government has ways of maintaining the balance of power and peace between humans and Vampires. Most of it is simple extortion, but one person's desire for freedom threatens to upend the delicate balance and change the world completely.

Tag List: @keiva1000

Chapter 3: Hunger

You stayed seated on the couch. The master of the house had told you not to move and you intended to hold to that request as best as you could. You heard the door open and close and realized he had left you in his house, fully unattended as far as you could tell.

You were exhausted. It wasn’t just the run through the forest for hours that had done you in, it was the emotional rollercoaster that it had been from the moment you had stepped foot into this house. It was, in all ways, a sanctuary compared to what you had run from, but the experience was far more intense than you had expected.

You were neither injured, nor consumed, nor returned to the facility.

Now that relief was sinking into your body and your adrenaline was fading, there was very little keeping you awake or aware. The fire in the hearth was comforting, not too hot, and the flames were a little mesmerizing as you started to doze off sitting upright. Every crack and pop of the fire helped to keep you awake, every creak of a house you weren’t used to. Each noise hits your brain like the boots of marines breaking down the door to drag you back.

But you only have so much to give, and you’ve long since reached the limits of your stamina. Head lulling back, you sink into the couch and fall asleep.

It’s hard to say how long you dozed off, but you’re vaguely aware of the eyes on you before you open your own. Sitting across from you is the master of the house, looking unperturbed and relaxed.

“Enjoy your nap?” He asks, golden eyes glancing up from the book he’s reading to regard you for a moment before he returns to it.

“Y-yes, my apologies.” You groan, sitting up and trying to focus. You’re still bone-tired, so you couldn’t have slept for too long.

“You look like death warmed over, little flower.” He says, not even looking up at this point. “Fortunately for you, when I play with my food, I like it to be able to fight back.” He pauses, glancing up again.

“Sorry, play back.”

He lets the discomfort of the implication sink into you a little before returning back to his book. “Since you gifted yourself to me, I’m sure you can guess what that means.”

“Th-that-.”

“That I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he says, cutting you off. “I haven’t had an amusing distraction in long time, so I intend to make the most of you. With that in mind, you’re going to sleep.”

Quicker than you could see, he was beside you. One hand was under you, lifting you up and over his shoulder before he walked out of the room. “I’m going to put you in a room, and you’re going to stay in that room until I come get you.”

“Y-yes, but um… b-bathroom?” The heat of his hand against your thigh is making your face red. Aside from the earlier man-handling as he jerked you around in the dark, you weren’t really used to physical touch. Aside from medical exams and blood-typing, there wasn’t much interaction even between your fellow honeysuckles.

“There’s one connected to the guest room.” He says, walking through the dark mansion. “Leave the drapes closed, keep the lights low. If you get cold, sleep, don’t light a fuckin’ fire.”

Walking into a room he tosses you off his shoulder. You yelp as you land on the bed, and once you’re done bouncing against the mattress he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks, and turning your face in one direction. “Bathroom.”

Letting go of your face he glares down at you for a moment. “You’re exhausted, repeat the rules. I want to know you heard me.”

“Don’t leave the room. Don’t light a fire. D-don’t touch the drapes?” You answer, rubbing your jaw a little.

“… and the lights?”

“A-and the lights, er, keep the lights low.” You repeat back.

“Good. There’s more behind those eyes than fairy tales.” He says, crooked smile on his face.

“… I’m not naïve.” You grumble, sitting up.

A heavy force shoves you into the bed, and after your brain catches up with what’s happened you’re almost nose to nose with the vampire. Golden eyes hold your gaze as his fingers twitch against your hands. He forces your hands to your sides, a grin splitting his face as you reflexively struggle.

“You are terribly, deliciously, painfully naïve, little flower.” He assures you, head tilting as you can feel his breath against your neck. “The pleasures I could find in you don’t even begin with the euphoria of drinking you dry.” You can feel his fangs tease the small hairs on your body, not even truly touching your skin.

The sensation and situation have your heart pounding, in fear you think, but you felt fear when the marines knocked at the door, and this wasn’t that. Your body aches to move, but as pinned as you are you can’t even twitch. Your face is red, and your breathing is coming out wet and heavy, and you aren’t sure you could hear him over the sound of your own breathing, but you didn’t miss a word.

“The sounds you don’t even know you can make.” He promises you as he shifts again, catching your attention with his eyes. “Yet.”

You feel the weight of his knee come up onto the bed and begin to shake so much you’re almost hyperventilating.

“Shh, shh, shh, breathe little flower.” He coos, and something in his gaze and the sound of his voice forces your entire being to calm down. You’re still nervous and trembling, but you aren’t on the verge of panicking yourself into a coma.

The air around you shifts entirely as he lets you go and steps away. “Piss in the bed and you’ll be sleeping in it.” He grumbles, walking out of the room.

Minutes pass by as you lay in the bed. You’re afraid if you move too suddenly you’ll throw up from the mix of nerves, fear, adrenaline, and arousal. As terrifying as he looked, he was beautiful, and you hated that.

Once you collect yourself you make your way slowly to the bathroom and clean up a little. Looking through cabinets and closets you find enough workable pieces of clothing to cover yourself in clean clothes after a brief shower. Even brief, the warm shower did a lot to help calm you down, and by the time you climbed into the bed you were well beyond what you thought were your last legs.

It had been barely dark when you had run from the facility. It was barely light as you drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow was a new day, for the first time in your life you slept in a different bed, and you’d wake to a world outside the facility. For now the other details were irrelevant. Your small victory was still itself a victory, and you would appreciate it.

. . . .

Tomorrow also brought a new sensation you weren’t used to.

Hunger.

Your stomach knotted in strange ways as you woke up, and at first you thought you were ill. The burning sensation in your muscles, especially your legs, and the tension in your back were reminders of all that you had gone through the night before. Time you usually spent resting had instead been spent running, or being terrified, and the carefully curated meals of the facility were not crafted for such exertion.

Even though your meals had been bigger than most others once the physicians realized that you were losing weight, it still wasn’t enough to off-set the events of yesterday. You had been so nervous when they were trying to discover why you were suddenly losing weight, fearful that your deceit and plans would be washed away by a single checkup. Fortunately, it had been written off as you simply developing a higher metabolism.

They did a few more extra tests, monitored your new food adjustments, and seemed perfectly happy when things leveled out again. You were very careful not to over-work yourself after that first scare.

Clamoring out of the bed, you walk around the room. Daylight reflected into the room through the curtains enough to allow you to see easily. There wasn’t much else in the room aside from the bed. An overstuffed chair sat near the fireplace you weren’t allowed to light, and there were only a couple oil lamps you could even hope to reach, but you weren’t supposed to use those either.

You were fairly certain that the rules of last night had been to keep from giving away that there was someone in the manor in need of light. Even so, you weren’t uncomfortably cold, and you didn’t need any more light than you already had.

The gurgle of your stomach was weird, and while it wasn’t painful, it was irritating. A new sensation, sure, but you weren’t in the right state of mind to appreciate it’s newness.

Since you weren’t supposed to leave the room, you decided to distract yourself by digging through the closet. There had been a surprising amount of clothing in there, and maybe you could find something that would fit.

The only clothes you owned, after all, were nearly in shreds. You were a decent hand at embroidery, but you weren’t sure that you could mend them.

You find a pair of linen pants and a loose shirt that you manage to hold in place with a sash easily enough. With a little adjustment you even found some undergarments to wear. It took almost an hour, but in the end you make yourself a functional, and comfortable outfit. It wasn’t like you had fashioned clothes from thread you spun yourself, but it still had you feeling resourceful.

You didn’t want to climb back into bed with your day clothes on, so you leaned against the wall by the curtains and looked outside through the small gap. There’s not much to see in the tiny sliver of area you have available, but it’s more than you ever saw from your own room before, and you drink it all in.

The exterior of the house is a light blue-grey color, with dark navy trim. It looked almost entirely black last night, but it wasn’t a scary color in the daylight. You wondered what the rest of the manor looked like with the sun up, but as you understood how vampires lived, the master of the house wouldn’t be around to get you until the sun began to set.

It was a long time to go without food, but you could miss a day without concern.

So you assumed.

It wasn’t necessarily the hunger that was hard to face, it was the hunger without anything to distract yourself. There weren’t any books in the room, or parchment. None of the sweet distractions you were used to, and you didn’t want to jog in circles. You didn’t know when you were you were going to eat next, and wasting what energy you had seemed like a bad idea.

The sun had moved across the sky some distance, and your curiosity won out over the rest of you. The doors opened in and weren’t locked, so you listened by the keyhole for a moment before carefully opening the one side. If there was someone else in the manor you didn’t want to create a problem, but you needed to at least look out in the hall before the sun set.

You looked down the hall from inside the room, and stuck your head out of the doorway enough to look down the hall in the other direction. Long stone halls with thick, blood-red carpeting. Suits of armor lined the hall, and heavy, menacing looking weapons were on display. The ceiling was high and arched, and there were murals painted on it, but you didn’t look at them long enough to sort out any details. What caught your attention was a single tray outside the door with a covered plate in the middle of it. You could reach it easily from where you were – without even having to leave the room – and so you hooked a finger on the lip of the tray and pulled it into the room.

Dried meats and fruits, a slice of bread and some bits of cheese. It was hardly a feast, but it was a load more than you expected to have. You forced yourself to eat a little slower than you would’ve liked, but despite your attempt you still cleaned the plate in under twenty minutes.

Opening the door to put the tray back you nearly fell onto your ass at the site of him standing in the doorway. The sun wasn’t setting yet, but it also wasn’t like there was any direct sunlight in the hallway either.

“Naïve. Little. Mouse.” He clicks his tongue, reaching out and taking the tray from you, lifting the lid and glancing over at you. “Didn’t even stop to think that I could’ve done something to the food.”

You pale, taking a step back. “I… you…”

“Oh, I’m perfectly capable.” He assures you, dropping the empty tray out into the hall as he steps into the room. “Terrible, monstrous, evil, blood-sucking vampire.”

“Y-You haven’t been t-terrible.” You try to keep your voice steady, but some part of you is worried you really did eat drugged food. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, since you had very few options available as it was. “Con-considering everything you-you’ve been… g-generous.”

“Mm, not kind, huh? Interesting.” He licks his lips and practically looms over you. “I’m still not sure just how naïve you are. You didn’t touch the drapes, didn’t leave the room – even slept like the dead too.

“Comfortable enough to bathe and use clothes that aren’t yours, and scared enough you can’t even meet my gaze.” You look up at him at that and he quirks an eyebrow. “There’s fear in your eyes, but that’s not all.”

He crouches down to be at eye level with you, if not a little lower, and grins. The expression is a mix of amusement and hunger. You almost shrink back from it, but manage to keep yourself still.

“Give me your name, little gift.” There’s a command in his voice, despite the ease of his body language and the grin on his face.

“(Y/N).” You say softly.

“Eustass Kid.” He offers. “Master of this manor.” He reaches out and barely runs his thumb over your lips. “I fed you, you should show your appreciation.”

“Th-thank you for the food.” You say it as clearly as you can, but you already know that’s not what he’s referring to. The heat rising in your face is certainly giving you away as well.

“Mmm. Naïve. Little. Mouse.” He muses again. “I’ll close my eyes for you, why don’t you try again.” He says, closing his eyes. “I’m being very generous, so don’t take too long.”

Swallowing heavily, you lean in before embarrassment can slow you down and kiss him on the cheek. You barely manage to pull away when he starts laughing. He laughs for so long you start to feel a little indignant. He tries to talk a couple times and devolves into laughter again and again before he manages to get himself under control, even walking into the hall for a moment to try and compose himself.

“Well played.” He says finally, holding your chin in his hand and tilting your gaze up to his. “Very amusing, little morsel.”

[strugglingclassicist]

fräulein help i signed up for a workshop on digital humanities I absolutely do Not have time for :)

[islawritesmegumi]

can u do a part two of this scenario where the boys regretting and want them back but it was too late bcs the reader already move on? :((( i've thought about this kind of plot before BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT IT'LL HURT THIS BAD UNTIL I READ YOUR SCENARIO AAA</3

anyway i just found your blog and i already falling in love with ur writing. you bokuto fic is sure hurt so bad but it's really well written! <3

A/N: so sweet, anon! tysm for your support~ also, here’s my attempt at part 2. hope that everyone inc. you and others who requested will like it <3

Ex: Iwaizumi, Ushijima, DAISHOU, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Meian, Futakuchi

Present: Bokuto, Kageyama, Kuroo, HANAMAKI, Semi, Terushima, Romero, Mattsukawa

Part 1

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, I would like to inform you that you have an outstanding balance of $50,000 that is still yet to be paid. I'm also calling in to let you know that there has been another purchase all amounting to $6,000. Please pay by the agreed deadline to prevent your account from freezing."

"I apologize. I will deal with the issue as soon as possible," his head ached. He hanged up the phone while massaging his temples. He sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and let his elbows take refuge on the granite.

He let out a sigh. He has been working himself hard but he knows he couldn't handle shouldering all the bills when there's no one to help him. He couldn't ask his partner. His partner knew nothing but to max his cards as if there was no limit. As if he doesn't have his own limits.

He heard the door open and let his eyes be greeted by the sight of shopping bags.

"Hey," his partner approached him and gave him a kiss but he turned his head away.

"The credit card company called. What did you buy that cost you $6,000 in one day? Do you even need it?" he tried hard to compose himself but he felt that his marriage life was being unfair so he was close to exploding.

"It's just a bag and a few clothes. Calm down," his spouse chuckled, still not feeling the gravity of the situation.

"Calm down? I am working my ass off 24/7 for us to have a comfortable life but that doesn't mean that you will abuse it," he raised his voice, the anger getting to him.

"Oh, excuse me? Wasn't this the life that you promised me? That I would have everything I wanted?" they retorted.

"You're unbelievable."

Suddenly, a memory came to him as fast and as harsh as the winter wind.

You screamed, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist, "this is expensive, I told you not to get me anything!"

"You know I love spoiling you and you should know, there are a lot more coming when we get married," he smiled at your tear-stricken face. You buried your head in his neck, the love you have for him increasing every minute.

"And I will make sure that you will never have to worry about anything," he continued, kissing your cheeks as he hugged you.

"No, I don't want that. I want a life where we share each other's happiness and burdens. With every hardship that you face, know that I'm never going to leave you. We will resolve our issues as a family. And no matter how lavish or so-so our life is going to be, it will be okay because I am with you. And being with you is where I always ever wanted to be."

Your word burned into his mind and his heart numbed. It was too late. Way too late for him to back out of a marriage he shouldn't have offered to the wrong person in the first place.

"I was wrong," he said. Nowadays, he has been thinking of you a lot. And right now, as he stood across the person he didn't know very well yet he married, he realized the mistake he had done. He didn't want to feel it but the regret was uncontainable inside of him.

"What do you mean by th-, hey! Where are you going?" his partner questioned him as he went straight to the door. His mind was running in circles. He didn’t know what to do but his feet wanted to take him to the place where your love sparked and grew.

Your cart bumped against someone. You would have ignored it if it wasn't for the large amount of force applied to it, as if it was done on purpose.

"You again?"

"Ooh, if it isn't the one who went to their ex's wedding," he teased.

"You really have to say that? That was two years ago," you rolled your eyes and proceeded to buy your coffee mate.

"Masochist much?"

"Meddler much?" you retorted at the guy you met at his wedding. When you were about to walk out that day, he bumped into you so hard you almost fell. After that, he followed you because apparently he needed to apologize multiple times.

"Can I score a date now?"

"Nope, I'm busy," you pushed your cart and went to the condiment aisle.

"Don't you need this?" he said as he took a soy sauce from the shelf.

"Not really."

"Oh, I thought this is where you're getting your saltiness from?" he snickered.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes once more while a small smile grazed your lips.

"How 'bout this? Your source of spiciness and hotness," he then pulled a sriracha bottle while he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're so annoying," you couldn’t help the giggle that went out your lips. You pulled his tie towards you to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I missed you," he said when you retracted.

“I missed you,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you fell for this guy. He had an awful attitude and you didn’t like that. You always pushed him away but the guy seemed like he had a never-ending container of persistence.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Huh? Like what” your eyes blinked at his randomness.

“Like you want to french kiss me.”

You scoffed and hit his arm while he laughed continuously at your perplexed face. He always loved teasing you and making up for it after was the icing on the cake. Oh, and he loves biting you, too. His day wouldn't be complete without sinking his teeth onto the softness of your flesh. 

"What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be back later?"

"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I like. And since my partner is out on a grocery spree, why not beg for some attention," he hugged you and swayed the both of you sideways. 

"You're unbelieva-" you were cut off by a familiar sound. Your eyes moved away from your boyfriend to the man who stood eight feet away from you.

"Hey," you greeted him, not bothering to move away from your boyfriend's hold.

"Nice to see you again," he said as his eyes travelled along the arms wrapped around you.

What was he thinking? Did he really think that you couldn't move on from him? That you'd be running after him and waiting for him to come back? He was so stupid.

"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing the forlorn look on his face. He looked like he hasn’t slept for days, his eye bags and beard covered the handsome face you once knew.

"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to you?" he hoped, prayed desperately that you would let him but this was the start of his agony. He thought that with every broken promise he made, he deserved the accompanied jabbing pain to his chest. And this pain quickly spread to his body leaving him vulnerable. 

Can you give him one more chance? He would do everything just so you can give him the time you used to freely waste on him before. And even if it takes a long time, he would wait just like you did for him. 

"I'm sorry, now's not a good time. We have to pick up Miu but it was really nice seeing you again. You really got that marriage feel to you-,"

Your boyfriend cut you off, "What feel? The feel of emotional and physical exhaus-."

You jabbed your boyfriend by the waist making him whine. He was blunt as ever.

"Sorry about that.. we uh, we have to go, see you later," your ex looked like he wanted to stop you. But the glow you had on your eyes and the smile painted on your lips... he couldn't take it away. Not again. And you have a kid now.

So, he let you go for the second time around because he was a coward. He didn't deserve you, right from the start up 'til the end, he could never deserve you and the warmth you give. It was better for you to be with someone who would appreciate and love you like you should. And that person was already beside you. It was hard for him to say it but he was happy for you. 

"What do you mean by picking up Miu? My brother doesn’t need to be fetched, he's 17 years old," your boyfriend was confused.

"I know, I just felt that... whatever he needed to say, he should've said it years ago. And even if he said it now, it wouldn't make a difference," you intertwined your hand with his.

"Because I’m more handsome?" you chuckled at his obliviousness to the weight of the situation. 

"Because I have you now and that's all that matters."

Little did you know, your ex heard everything-- maybe you meant for him to hear it. He just didn't really expect to have his heart broken by you once again. As much as it felt wrong, he regretted letting you go. And he had to live with this mistake for the rest of his life. 

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[niilue]

Hello! I Hope you're having a great day ^^!

For the 1k event , could I request a drabble with fem reader + Yor ( spy x family) with promt 6 + cw , virgin ,praise and pegging?

‧₊˚⊹ sub yor forger x fem! dom reader

prompt: "(character) first time"

cw; drabble, dom reader, femeale reader, virgin yor, praise, pegging words; 622 1k event

yor was literally the most adorable and sexy girl you had ever met. you couldn't believe the situation you were in, yor was asking you with her hands clasped together and her cheeks burning for you to take her virginity.

"(name) seriously, i want to do it with you..." she said a little shaky with nerves she was totally adorable.

you couldn't control yourself when you were with her, so this was more than a gift to you. 

you took her face gently and gave her a chaste kiss. "I'll make you feel so good, yor." you said close to her mouth, caressing her wet lips.

you guided her to the bed and as you undressed her you slowly kissed her and kissed and kissed her all over.

telling her how beautiful she looked today, touching her pretty hair, kissing her softly, so you could make her relax a little.

when she was in her underwear you lowered your hand down to her middle and found that she was wet. so fast aww.

"yor such a kinky girl, you're already wet for me? how adorable~" you teased, circling her center, stimulating her clitoris even over her clothes, feeling her getting wetter and wetter.

"aaa-aahg! y-yes-it feels... mhmmp, s- so good." yor mentioned looking at you with desire and teary eyes. she was so turned on by this.

"yeah cutie, you like it when i rub like this.."

yor moaned as you sped up the movements on her pussy, making them start touching her big breasts while she couldn't control her moans.

“cutie” you pulled down her panties and saw how wet and red her sex was, throbbing and eager for you to enter.

yor covered her face in shame while you just looked at her beautiful body without missing a detail.

you searched through your things for the strap-on and put it on as fast as you had ever done before. you put lubricant on the dildo, since you didn't want to hurt yor.

"okay bae, i'm going in, gently okay." 

you said and began to stimulate her vagina first with your fingers, listening to the soft moans. you did this for a while until yor seemed to have become accustomed to the intrusion.

you took the plastic dildo and placed it at her entrance. you looked at her asking for her permission and slowly began to penetrate her.

at first soft and slow, yor was shedding some tears from the pain and pleasure. "shhh, that's okay, you're doing great."

after a while yor was more excited than sore and she was whimpering for you to go faster. 

and without thinking you started to fuck her harder and deeper. the dildo was glistening with yor's fluids, she was so wet.

you bit your lips loving the erotic image of the girl. with each penetration her breasts bounced wildly in a swaying motion that your eyes couldn't stop. they had slipped out of her bra and her hard nipples were clamoring to be touched.

"more, more, (name), here..." yor was touching her clitoris while you kept on ramming her, increasing the pleasure.

"yor, what a good girl look at you, you take me so well. completely." you brought your fingers to her mouth. watching as she sucked them passionately. over and over again. getting them very wet.

she looked lost in excitement, strands of saliva running down her mouth as she said nonsense while still sucking on your fingers. it seemed she had an oral fixation with them.

"yor, yor, my pretty yor." you hummed, increasing your movements, the sounds of your bodies coming together along with your moans were all that could be heard.

"haaa (name), am i a good slut for you?"

[selfshippinglover]

no school only GILFS fgjlgfhj

BUT AAA I ADORE BOTH THE MOVIES? LIKE I FEEL THAT THEY ARE BOTH REALLY GOOD AND THE SECOND ONE IS ONLY A FEW FOOTSTEPS BEHIND THE FIRST?? IT’S INCREDIBLE HOW THEY KEPT THE MOMENTUM GOING!! The first one will always just be my favorite by a liiittle bit more though <3333

GOD IDK HOW TO SAY ANYTHING THAT ISN’T OMG THTA WAS HILARIOUS OR HOLYSHIT DDID YOU SEE THAT FIGHTING SCENE?? OR LMAOOO SAME EGGGSYYY XD LIKE IT’S JUST SO GOOD FROM START TO FINISH!!

So I’ll jsut point outa  few of my absolute favorite stuff from each movie and then talk chaarcters dsgkjbgbj

OKAY CAN YOU WATCH THE MOVIE AND NOT MENTION THE CHURCH SCENE? I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO?? NOT ONLY IS THTA SOME OFG THE MOST INCREDIBLE VIOLENT BLOODLUST I’VE EVE WITNESSED BUT HOLY SHIT THE IMPACT THAT SCENE HAS ON EVERYONE? THE WAY EGGSY RECOILS AND MERLIN IS LOOKING AFRAID? AND THE PURE RUN OFF OF ADRENALINE AND BLOODLUST? GOOD LORD THAT SCENE AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME LIKE FUCK

ALL OF EGGSY TRAINING WS SOS GRETA TO WATCH BUT ESPECIALLY ESCAPING THE FLOODING CELL AND HAVING TO SHIOOT THE DOG MOTHERFUCKER WE’RE ALL EGGSY IN THAT ONE!! YOU KILLED YOUR DOG??? LIKE OUGH THAT ENTIRE PART STAYED WITH ME THE WHOLE MOVIE

HAHA SHOUTOUT TO HARRY’S INTRO SEQUENCE? ANOTHER THING THAT MADE MY CHEST POUND AND KNEES WEK BECUASE DAMN THE SHOTS AND ANGLES AND HIS TONE AND POISE?? I AM SOOO FUCKING WEAK DUUUDE

SamuEL JACKSON WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY TBH xD MOTHERFUCKER IS A BILLIONAIRE EATING FUCKING MGNUGGETS KJDSKBGJ

AND HOU BET WHEN THEY AID HARRY DIED I BALLED AND FELL INTO DESPAIR AND DENIAL SO HARD LIKE NOOO NTO MY FAAAV DDD:

I REALLY CAN’T SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT THE FIRST MOVIE IT IS TOP TIEEERRRR

NUMBER TWO STARTS WITH HARRY BEING LIKE “I LIVED BITCH” AND OH MY GOD I CRIED HAPPY TEARS CAUSE I WAS RIGHT AND SOOO RELIEVED ABOUT IT ;W;,, (Eye patch suits him ngl)

AS ALWAYS THE FIGHTING SEQUENCES WERE FUCKING BANGERS BUT AN ESPECIALLY BIG SHOUT TO THE END CONFRONTATION STRAIGHT BANNGGER

EGGSY REDOING THE INTRO SEQUENCE TO BRING THE MOVIE FULL CIRCLE? INCREDIBLE! INSPIRED! LOVE IT!

OH FUCK ME I CRIED SO HARD WHEN MERLIN DIED AND THIKING ABOUT IT LITERALLY STILL MAKES ME TEARY-EYED LIKE OW MY HEART? MERLIN I LOVED YOU AND I WISHED WE GOT MORE OF YOU T-T

IDON’T LIKE JULIANNE AS MUCH AS SAMUEL’S CHARACTER BUT DAMN SHE WAS FUCKING GIRLBOSS, GASLIGHT, GATEKEEPING IT UPPP LIKE A QUUUUUEEEN  >:)))))

ELTON JOHN JUST BEING THERE WAS A WEIRD AT FIRST BUT ENDED UP BEING FUNNY SO IT GETS A PASS FROM ME KGAJGSD

SHOUT OUT TO EVERY KINGSMAN WEAPON EVER THEY ARE PERFECTION <3

UUUGH AND REALLY JUST CAN’T SING ITS PRAISES ENOUGH

I’m sure you can tell that Harry is my favorite but Merlin and Eggsy tie for second <3

They’re all so enjoyable i can’t possibly put any of three lower than that!!

Anyways, who’s ur fav? fav scenes? Are you working on an s/i? 👀

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the movies! Also, uh Harry has my entire heart<333

S A M E LIKE GODDAMN

hes so cool i am totally normal abt him /s

also I LOVE ALL THE MOVIES LIKE SECRET SERVICE GOT THE MOST COOL FIGHTS WITH HARRY BUT GOLDEN CIRCLE DOES HAVE THE GALAHADS WORKIN TOGETHER SO ITS JUST AS GOOD

id rewatch it but c l a s s e s akdnwkfjs

wbu tho? thoughts?

[whorefordazai]

oh nice, your requests are open again, I really enjoy these! uhhh how about some sleepy cuddle (separate) hcs for Chuuya, Gin (I think that’s they’re name), Fyodor, and Dazai with their significant other? I love cuddles and I think sleepy cuddles are just 👌👌👌👌🥺🥺

sleepy cuddles

ft. chuuya | dazai | gin | fyodor x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: none

Chuuya

very clingy when he’s cuddling you.

he’ll be the big spoon 80% of the time. he likes having his arms around your waist, back pressed against his chest, and hips pressed on him. if he gets comfortable in that position, and you attempt to move around—give up 😊 cuz he’ll definitely firmly hold you back and mutter a soft “you’re not getting up yet.”

he loooves burying his face in your neck when he’s the big spoon. he’ll press soft kisses on the back of your neck. expect him saying a lot of “mhm, you smell good. did you use my body wash?” or “I could kiss you here for the rest of my life.”

If he sees you tense up or blush, he’ll hug you tighter and chuckle onto your skin.

yes, chuuya can be forward and not a little blush boy sometimes too 🙄

he really enjoys it when you play with his hair. I mean like, he literally melts under your touch.

he’ll sit between your legs, with his back leaned against your chest and be like “play with my hair ( ･_･)♡”

as you start to weave your fingers through his red locks, he’ll be two seconds away from falling asleep cuz he can’t hold his head up anymore. so his head will fall to the crook of your neck...and for a few seconds it’ll be quiet with just him snoozing on your chest.

he looks so innocent and peaceful with his bangs curling around his face and the soft snores coming from his mouth. his chest will slowly rise and fall and he’ll subconsciously squeeze your hand in his sleep like a new born baby *cries*

but he’ll suddenly shoot his head up, all disoriented like “NOT SLEEPING. I WAS NOT SLEEPING🧍‍♂️”

when he sees you just staring at him blinking in surprise—he’ll just grumble, roll his eyes, grab your face to place a huge kiss on your lips and then basically dive back into your arms, trapping you under him ♿️♿️♿️

Dazai

he’s on top of you. that’s it. that’s the headcannon.

dazai isn’t really clingy per say, when you both are cuddling before bed—it’s more like lazy cuddles. his limbs will be tangled with yours under the sheet, his arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

one of his legs will be wrapped over your body, keeping you closer to him. but this man does not sleep LMAO so instead, he plays footsie with you.

“dazai.”

“yes?”

“that tickles ಠ_ಠ”

“but I just wanted to play footsie with my cutesy little honey bunny 😔💔”

he’s using cringy pet names to woo you ☺️

he kinda doesn’t stop talking 😗—it’s not constant chatter, it’s more like he mumbles a few sentences in your ear every ten minutes.

“I think I left the kitchen light on.”

“I ran out of bandages.”

“I borrowed the rest of your bubble bath soap. and by borrowed, I mean I used half the bottle.”

“you’re so cute I could sacrifice you to satan.”

he likes feeling safe in your arms, so he’ll be the little spoon more than the big spoon. he only sleeps for a few hours, so he’ll just pull you close to him and lay his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. that way, he can hear your heartbeat.

don’t be fooled—once you guys are in deep sleep, the positions you’re in change drastically. either he’s sprawled out like a starfish and stealing the blanket to his side, or you’re head in on his stomach, being suffocated with his arm.

somehow, you both make it out alive to see the daylight. good job soldier 👊

if he’s laying on your chest and facing you, he’ll put both his hands on your cheeks and literally attack you with kisses. “Dazai” you’d manage to say between his lips on yours.

“Hm?”

“I might faint from oxygen deprivation if you keep this up.”

“REALLY?? what a wonderful way to die! kissing until we both run out of oxygen! let us do more of that then 👹!!”

careful, you just ignited a new hunger in him.

he actually loves laying on your stomach with his head on your chest and arms circled around your waist. definitely while you play with his hair. he considers it his prize for the day.

his face will be rested in the crook of your neck, and soon he’ll fall asleep from the comfort of your fingers running through his hair. aAA 😖 just imagine Dazai’s peaceful face and his soft breaths against your skin while he snoozes away 😶

Gin

little spoon on a good day <3

she’ll either lay in bed with you or rest her head on your chest with her arms circled around your waist. similar to dazai, one of her legs will be between yours with her chest pressed against your back. 

she’s an assassin, but she lefts off her guard when she’s with you—so once she falls asleep, expect her to be in various weird positions.

ah, the classic patrick the star, and then we have falling off the bed 😎

I think you’ll often wake up during ungodly hours of the night and see half her body falling off the bed with her ass in the air.

don’t make a big deal about it—just get used to it 🥲

simply just carefully yank her back into your arms, and you’ll see her snuggle up closer to your chest (completely unbothered by the fact that she almost suffocated herself with her own arm)

of course she’ll let you be the little spoon. that includes her just softly rubbing soft circles on your back while holding you in her arms.

Fyodor

this man is extremely touch deprived and sleep deprived.

he actually just enjoys being the big spoon—pulling you close to his chest while the both of you are facing each other. one arm wrapped around your waist while the other softly caresses your back.

he especially likes keeping his face near your hair just because he enjoys the smell of your shampoo.

does the hat stay on while he sleeps? possibly sometimes, yes 🙂 so please take it off him once he falls asleep. or else his hair will get matted and have knots that he’ll refuse to brush in the morning.

he likes to be sneaky and lightly grope you, but that’s only because he wants to see a reaction that’ll feed his ego 💃

fyodor likes having your head rested on his chest. he doesn’t fall asleep that quickly, so when you’re the one to be snoozing off first—he’ll just enjoy the peaceful silence and the sight of you clinging onto him.

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