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cupid’s chokehold

pairing/s: cyno, diluc, scaramouche x gn!reader

summary: it’s simple, really. one moment you’re laughing, the light of the sun brightening your features, and the next his heart is beating out of his chest, face warm and breaths short, an almost pleasant twist to his gut when you lean close. you look at him with fondness dancing in your eyes, and he realizes, oh, he might just be in love. or — the moment they find out they love you.

note: this is really just an excuse to write diluc being whipped, also this was supposed to include childe heizou and xiao but i lost motivation so here ya go!

CYNO

He finds it hard to believe that you’d be so incapable of writing a simple essay. You once admitted to him how you only got accepted into the Akademiya through sheer luck, but he didn’t believe it then. The Akademiya is known for its strict rules and thorough examination of every student it takes on.

But seeing you struggling not to plagiarize an essay is truly pushing his patience. He’s not one to snap or bark out harsh words to those undeserving of it — and he can think of no one more undeserving of his wrath than you — but it is frustrating to watch you stumble even at the easiest of assignments.

“I think I’ve got it! Oh, I made a little mistake on the spelling there, but this is the one that’ll blow my professors away! Cyno, can you proofread this for me?”

He’ll tell you later that he didn’t mean it, and you’ll accept it without hesitation with an accepting smile — but right now, the searing sun made worse by the humid weather makes a short fuse even for the most patient of saints.

“If you can’t do something so simple, then I see no point in partaking in this fruitless endeavor. The Akademiya is harsh and has no room for error, you would be better off leaving than continue struggling futilely.”

He didn’t mean to come off so harsh, as if he’s belittling all your hard work and effort and telling you that you don’t belong in the Akademiya. But the damage has been done, and your hopeful look turns into shock at his outburst, retreating into yourself and quickly retracting the paper you’d been in the middle of handing out to him. Your face closes off, clutching your essay close to your chest and darting your eyes anywhere but his general direction.

“Sorry,” you say, awkward and fumbling, resolutely not meeting his eyes, “For being annoying, among other things.” Then, you rise to your feet abruptly. He can see the way your fingers are clenched tightly at your paper, tight enough to wrinkle the edges such that he knows you’ll regret later for ruining yet another paper. “I won’t bother you again.”

Your voice is uncharacteristically quiet, almost sounding choked off. You turn and give him a brief glimpse of your face, and he realizes that you’re on the verge of tears.

He catches your arm just before you can take a step forward. “Wait.”

You freeze, muscles tensing beneath his touch. He instantly releases you after he feels how uncomfortable it must have made you. The silence between you is so tangible he can almost see it permeating the air, cloying and thick and utterly unwelcome.

He parts his mouth a few times, going through every possible scenario where he says the wrong thing that pushes you to the edge and makes you hate him forever. The mere thought is enough to steal him of his breath. No, he can’t have that, can’t bear the thought of a world where you aren’t there greeting him brightly in the morning and being so shameless as you fall into step beside him despite his rank and engage him in idle chitchat. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you before, but he looks forward to that part of his day the most.

After what seems like eons of standing in silence, he finally speaks. But what comes out of his mouth isn’t the apology he rehearsed in his head.

“Why did the bike fall over?”

You turn to him with an almost incredulous look, eyes wide with unshed tears that he berates himself for. Then, hesitantly, you ask, “…Why?”

The response comes naturally to him, years of reading through his notes and making them himself has all but ingrained such information in his mind.

“Because it was two tired,” he delivers this with a straight face, tone flat and completely at odds with the nature of his joke.

You stare at him for a moment, lips parted in surprise at the sudden joke. He sees your grip on your paper loosen, shoulders relaxing, mouth twisting into something he can’t quite discern, and then—

“Pft.” It starts out small, quiet as you bring a hand to cover your mouth, before it dissolves into a full blown laugh, the kind that has your shoulders shaking and eyes closed, head tilted back and the sound of your laughter filling his ears. He’s never considered that laughs could produce such pleasant sounds, so it comes as a surprise when yours makes something in him want to lean forward to hear more. Or perhaps it’s just you.

The light from the sun bounces off your skin, making your expression all the more radiant.

And Cyno? Cyno doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a mesmerizing sight before.

You’ve never laughed at his jokes, or rather, he’s never seen fit to tell you any of them, seeing as you’ve always been so at ease around him that telling a joke was never necessary. He’ll have to rectify that, he thinks, watching the way your mouth curves up in a smile, eyes dancing with mirth as you finally meet his eyes.

And he’s suddenly struck by the thought of how much he likes seeing you like this — hair mussed from the wind, exhilaration lining your lips, breaths short from laughing too hard, and gazing at him in delight.

And maybe he’s overthinking things too much, maybe the pounding of his heart and the sudden intake of breath is a result of something else, but he wants to believe it’s because of you.

Later, he’ll come up with a proper apology, something a little less joking and a little more serious. But right now, you’re looking at him like he’s the only person in the world, and that’s all that matters.

DILUC

The sun is particularly hot today, bordering on sweltering, but still, you insist on accompanying him in this menial task of picking grapes.

Diluc has always preferred solitude since he came of age, doing things alone and being lost in his thoughts have become things that he finds strangely pleasant, almost calming. But you’ve never been one to settle in silence, always needing to voice your thoughts and fill the room with chatter about all sorts of topics. It’s something he should dislike, all things considered due to his preference for quietness, but you, he finds, have always been an exception to what he considers the norm.

He wonders why.

“And just then, a hilichurl comes out of nowhere and starts throwing rocks at me — rocks! They have crossbows and shields and those battering things, but that one chose to use rocks to attack me! It’s like he thought I wasn’t even worth the effort!”

He idly plucks a group of ripe grapes from a vine, listening to you retell your encounter with a hilichurl that led to you discovering its camp that held a precious chest, only to open it and find nothing but cabbages. You bemoan how it was a total waste of effort, all that fighting just for a few pieces of vegetables you don’t even like.

A small, amused smile flits its way into his lips. It doesn’t escape your notice.

“So you think my suffering is funny, huh?” You narrow your eyes at him.

He turns away and briefly considers the merits of admitting to smiling, not at your plight, but at the various inflections in your tone as you regaled him with your story and the little laughs you let out when you got to a funny part and the way you looked at him with a smile so wide it crinkled the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the sun in its near-blinding intensity.

When he turns back to face you, he’s met with fingers on his lips and something small and round being pushed into his mouth. His teeth bites down into it, tender and sweet. A grape, he realizes, meeting mischievous eyes set upon a face that’s full of promises for future teasings and pranks.

The pads of your fingers are soft against his lips. His eyes wander against his will, landing on your lips twisted into a smirk, and his mind conjures an impossibly dangerous thought. Perhaps your lips would feel softer against his.

And then heat is creeping up his skin, searing red across his neck that reaches his cheeks and stops at the tips of his ears.

It’s nothing ostentatious. Not like the stories told in books where they meet each other’s eyes across the room and falter as their hearts beat as one, where they meet in the carnage of a battlefield, offering each other’s hands and knowing without a doubt that they will only ever have their backs for each other until the day they die. It’s not even one where he holds your hand and feels the way his heart leaps at the contact as he realizes what it might mean.

But this is still as meaningful, still as beautiful, suspended in time and carved in stone upon his memories until the winds of time erode it away.

A gentle breeze blows past you, and he catches the barest hint of a scent that consumes his mind and fills it with thoughts of nothing but you and your fingers lingering on his lips and how he’s never wanted to kiss a person more than he does now.

And oh, oh.

It’s a fanciful thought, but he imagines if his life were to become a book, then it should be one with an ending that intertwines with yours.

He considers that, for such a book, it would begin like this — the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Diluc Ragnvindr is in love.

SCARAMOUCHE

If Scaramouche were the kind to think thoughts that would have him put below the pedestal he’s placed himself at, he’d think there must be something wrong with him.

“Did you really think you could have defeated those monsters all on your own? You’re lucky I was nearby, otherwise you’d be nothing but a bloody splatter on the ground.” His words are as harsh as ever, carrying that biting tone that’s labeled him unapproachable and unlikeable to most anyone — that is, most anyone who isn’t you.

He doesn’t understand you, the reasoning behind your actions and words and generally everything about you that makes you so infuriating. It grates at him, not knowing something, especially when that something pertains to you. Though why that would even matter is beyond him.

You smile at him, a sheepish little thing, utterly unrepentant and unaware of the possible consequences your actions could have brought. Not that he cares if anything happens to you. He’d just rather not deal with the trouble of handling your papers should you die under his service.

(That was, admittedly, a very weak argument that he’ll chastise himself for later. A Harbinger would have more pressing work to do than handle every paperwork about a dead subordinate. Not that the fact about him handling your papers upon your death was untrue, only that it’s only your paper among his countless other subordinates who’ve died that he’ll bother doing.)

Your mask fell off somewhere in the middle of that rather pathetic fight. It’s a breach of protocol to not be wearing your mask while on duty, but Scaramouche chooses to ignore that particular rule. He’s a Harbinger, he’s the one who decides the rules. Having to order you to go fetch your mask to put it back on would be a waste of time and effort. Much more efficient to simply speak this way, he reasons. It’s most definitely not because he wants to see your eyes and the myriad of emotions that pass through them. And even if it is, it’s only a way for him to better read your expressions and discern whether you’re lying or not. He can’t have anyone betraying him the Fatui.

“I apologize, my lord. It seems I’m still unaccustomed to my new uniform.” Your voice carries a sort of lilt to it that makes it more tolerable than most people he’s ever spoken to. It’s not a compliment, lest his mind go against him and begin creating false narratives, it’s an observation rooted in fact. The sky is blue, the stars are false, and your voice isn’t unpleasant to listen to.

He does frown at your explanation. “Unaccustomed? It’s hardly that different from your previous uniform.” He would know, of course, he spent hours watching you in it. Not that he was watching you simply for the sake of watching, no, never, he was merely criticizing your choice of color scheme and the scuff marks and dried blood that never quite went away no matter how many times you washed it. You’ve complained to him enough times about it in a way that no subordinate should to their lord, but he was in a good mood then, so he let it slide… among countless other things he let slide.

You pull at the collar of your uniform. “It’s a bit constricting. I think they may have gotten my measurements wrong—”

He scoffs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me? What use would I have for a recruit who can��t even move properly because of a tight uniform?”

“Well, you did tell me not to bother you anymore with my inane concerns, so I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about this…my lord.” The last part is added almost as an afterthought. He decides to let it slide.

He does recall something along those lines, sometime when he was in a foul mood and had no patience for your presence and the contradictions it brought in his behavior. He remembers being lost and dumbfounded the next day when you turned to leave after giving your report instead of lounging on his office’s couch and telling him about your day and the gossip you recently heard. He hadn’t actually meant for you to stop talking to him, but he was too proud to say so to you, which resulted in a week of silence on both parties. It was completely unbearable, but Scaramouche would sooner cut his own head off than admit it.

“Fine. You’re allowed to speak such drivel to me again, since you clearly can’t function without any sort of assistance from me.” It’s easy to twist the situation as if you’re the one who’s been dying to talk to him normally again instead of the other way around.

You laugh beneath your breath, something bordering on a giggle — a giggle, of all things. The last time someone had the audacity to giggle in his presence was…was a long time ago. Something he won’t dwell in.

“If you insist, my lord,” you say, an almost teasing twinkle in your eyes, and Scaramouche has never been more grateful exasperated that you aren’t wearing a mask. Who do you think you are to show such an emotion like happiness in front of him?

He’ll let it slide though. Just this once.

“Let’s return to the camp. I don’t want to be seen any longer with you looking the state you are now.” He deliberately ignores the fact that people will only see the two of you together once you’re back and not at this lone clearing. You turn to place your mask back on and he lets you. Wouldn’t do much good to have others see your face and plot whatever nefarious schemes their minds will cook up, like talking to you or, gods forbid, flirting with you—

And then he stops, completely frozen in place and unable to hide that shock that bleeds through his carefully crafted mask. He’s lucky you’re standing behind him, otherwise he’d have to kill you for seeing him in such a state. Not that he believes he’ll be able to go through with it, but the thought is needed though not necessarily appreciated.

He turns to you after he’s gotten ahold of his expression, eyes scanning your features and, with an almost sickening lurch in his stomach, finding that you’re not exactly unpleasant to look at.

Your hand reaches out for his arm with worry, and he nearly reels his hand back at the sheer audacity you have for assuming he is someone who needs worrying for but—but.

He rather likes the feeling of your fingers brushing against his skin.

So he lets you close your hand around his arm and look at him with through a mask he knows harbors a concerned look behind it. He nearly laughs at the notion of someone being concerned for him, but alas, you’re such an anomaly that even he can’t bring himself to mock even the worst trait you possess.

You are truly the most vexing person he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Perhaps if you keep touching him like this, he’ll let that one slide too.

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scaramouche x gn!reader

this is entirely self-indulgent, and i just wanted some comfort but this may have become fluff to possible angst haha. anyways, no warnings really. 

- fluff, angst, not proofread

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Istg i just know it will drop when im in class

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took us 86 chapters huh..

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OMG MAKA AND CRONA AS JASSIE AND JAMES (REAL)⁉️‼️

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Uh-huh. It’s Them™️.

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— ❝ 18+ content ahead: minors dni ❞ —

hot sugar

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► pairing: george x fem!reader

► song: hot sugar by glass animals

► genre: smut

► disclaimer: this was a req. for car sex with george

► warnings: car sex, fingering, riding/cowgirl position, dirty talk. [ petnames/titles used: pretty girl, love, baby, babe, gorgeous, sweetheart ] MINORS DNI

► 1029 words | nav.

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“Fuck,” George gasped as he watched you pull your top off, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You watched his head fall back against the car seat’s headrest, hair ruffled. “You look so good, love. Such a pretty girl, aren’t you?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, reaching back to unfasten your bra, and fumbling a bit with the clasp due to the lack of room in the driver’s seat. Letting the straps slide down your arms, you watched as his eyes zeroed in on it slipping away from your chest, body bathed in the pinks and blues of the fluorescent lights peaking into the empty parking lot.

“See something you like?” You asked, a teasing tone to your voice. George smiled back at you, a light flush spreading across his face, his brown eyes lighting up.

“Hmm, something like that,” he murmured, voice low and pretty as he slipped his hands from their place on you to the button of his jeans. With newfound urgency, you helped him unzip them as he wiggled the dark denim down, underwear slipping along with it. Heat spread through your lower half as his member slipped out of the fabric, settling on his stomach.

Leaning forward for a kiss, you let your hand brush against his cock, smirking against his lips as George’s hips bucked into the touch, precum beading at the tip of his member. Threading his fingers through the hair at the base of your neck, he pulled you back, breathing heavily.

“Can you grab a condom out of the console for me, love? Don’t wanna make a mess,” he asked, voice thick with want and lips glistening. Your hands were quick to open it, fingers snatching up the silver foil item the second you saw it amongst the other items and handing it to him.

George carefully tore the package open, mindful to not damage it, and slid the condom onto himself, a hiss coming from his mouth at the contact. His dark eyes found yours again, before trailing down to your lap. There was no need for him to say what he wanted, what he always wanted.

In response, you grabbed the edge of your skirt, pulling it upwards, to reveal your panties. George wasted no time sliding his hands up your thighs, before taking his fingers and pressing them against your clothed center.

“Shit, babe. You’re so wet already,” he groaned, head falling forward to lean against your shoulder. His fingers deftly pushed your panties aside, teasing your entrance with two of them. “Is this all from me?” As the words left him, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your skin, lips against your shoulder slowly making their way to your neck.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back to give him more access, trying to grind against his fingers. “Please, George. Want you,” you whined, desperate to have anything from him at the moment.

“You want me what? Have to be specific, love,” he said, voice dripping with delight at your current state. He slipped the tips of his fingers in a bit, just barely giving you a taste of what you were craving so much at the moment.

“Want you in me, baby. Just need you to fill me up please,” your words were breathy and desperate, and George’s grin was wide. Without warning, he slid the two digits in, thumb brushing against your clit.

The pace at which he slid his fingers in and out of you was slow and torturous. With your knees buckling, you let go of your skirt to grab ahold of his shoulders, voice cracking as you spoke again. “Not- Not your fingers,” you gasped..”I need your cock, please Georgie.”

He let out a soft chuckle against your throat, slowly withdrawing his fingers. A whine left your lips as you felt his fingers be replaced with the tip of his member sliding against your entrance and as he started to push into you, you slowly let yourself sink down onto him.

George pulled his face away, his head once again thrown back against the headrest as moans escaped his mouth, “Fuck, gorgeous. You’re taking me so well, yeah?” His words burn through you as he fills you up all the way.

His hands grasp at your hips with a bruising force. You place your hands against his chest, attempting to stabilize yourself as he thrusts up into you with words pouring into the air again. “You’re really so hot, y’know that? Gripping me so tight, love.”

You whined at his words, blissed out from the way he was thrusting up into you. Thighs trembling, you grasped the hem of your skirt once more to hold it up so he could watch himself slide in and out of you. “So good, babe. You’re fucking me so well. So full,” you gasped, your breath ragged.

His grip was burning as he took in your words, lidded eyes sliding up from where his cock was sliding in and out of you to your bouncing chest. George lifted one of his hands from your hips, brushing his fingertips over your nipple before groping your breast, groaning at the contact. “Jesus, your tits are fantastic,” he murmured, and a stuttery laugh went through you as you clenched around him.

“‘M close, George.,” you gasped. With a pleading voice, your voice unstable as the coil in your lower abdomen got tighter, you begged him to let you cum, a string of ‘pleases’ leaving your mouth.

“You wanna cum, love? Go on, come all over my cock,,” he rasped, hips stuttering, a clear sign that he was close as well. Letting out a whimper, you moved your hips with him, chasing the impending orgasm. “Fuck, sweetheart. I think I’m right behind you.”

As you felt yourself coming to your peak, your eyes fluttered shut as stars filled your vision and George’s moans filled your ears. Body trembling as it rolled through you, you felt George’s hips stutter up against you, warmth filling the condom moments later, and satisfaction filling you both as you slumped against each other, bathed in the neons of the city.

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THEY LET YOU DRESS THEM

pairing: cc!karl jacobs, cc!georgenotfound, cc!sapnap, cc!punz, cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary: You're a fashion student and after some begging (or none at all) your partner let's you dress them up for the day

a/n: I took all of the pics from pinterest, so creds to the owner of them!

also I feel like i kinda held back and based the outfits on their online personalities and what sillouete they usually wear, let me know if u want another one of these but with outfits I THINK will look great on them

KARL JACOBS

-he has a pretty open mind about fashion

-he's up for almost anything

-I feel like HE would ask u if u could dress him/ when you asked if he wanted you to dress him up he got so excited

-his outfits irl are so cute too I love him

- white looks so good on him, and a lot of rings to finish the look (without the orange glasses)

-you do some soft black eyeliner too

GEORGENOTFOUND

-ah george

-he's pretty basic ngl (eventhough he looks great in gray sweatpants)

-It took a lot of begging for him to let you dress him

-giving you that look everytime you show him something too revealing

-almost threw a pillow at you when you got out a mesh turtleneck

-"I'm not wearing that- no- no stoppp~"

-finally agrees on something pretty modest but still cute

-looks so hot what-

-something along the lines of the fits under this

SAPNAP

-I feel like Sap would at first be really excited

-like "I have a partner that dresses me up and you don't"

-the second you brought out a cute harness he almost fainted

-"I-i can't wear that, babe"

-after a lot of planning time, you got him the perfect outfit

-it goes really well with his overall style (he demanded for a baseball cap) but a bit more colourful and fun

-yes, the necklaces are part of it

PUNZ

-he said yes straight away

-whatever made you happy

-he loves seeing your excited smile while you pull out items

-still has boundaries obvs but is pretty open obout the whole style experimentation

-he can't stop talking about how hot he looks

-pants a bit more baggy than the pics

WILBUR SOOT

-I want to dress this man so badly

-like all this ideas flowing in my brain AAA

-I think he would look good in anything

-and he would dress in anything you want

-is the most open minded about it

-smiles at you while you ramble and try to match items into a cute outfit

-something like that, with pointy boots for sure (brown ones)

#dsmp x reader #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp karl jacobs #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #punz x reader #dsmp punz #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot #sapnap #dmsp sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #fashion #punz #wilbur soot x you #karljacobs x reader #karl jacobs x you #georgenotfound x you #mcyt x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp x y/n #dreamsmp x reader

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Kissing Them (Series) P2: GEORGENOTFOUND

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pairing: cc!gnf x gn!reader

tw: suggestive themes, making out, slight nsfw

summary: how I think the dsmp men would kiss based on their internet persona

At first you go in hesitant, your arms supporting your weight on your sides as you shyly kiss George, but when his palm travels to the curve of your ass, fingernails digging at your clothed skin while he pulls you closer, you can't help the small moan that escapes your occupied lips.

His mouth is intoxicating, moving in the right times at the right pace, toungue poking and brushing against your lips, not fully entering your mouth, not even when you gape against him, fisting the back of his shirt almost desperately.

George's the unexpected type, kissing you calmly, yet breathless everytime; tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth while the palm that isn't glued to your ass travells to the side of your neck, gently grabbing it to tilt your head to the way he finds fit, to the way that makes heat pool in your lower stomach.

He's not usually eager, but the passion always remains, chuckling lightly everytime he hears the smallest sound escaping your throat.

His hands are swift yet calculated, he knows what he's doing, and you have to pull away more times that you've like, the violent hammering of your heart and the growing desire on your gut is too much to handle. After all, you still have pride, and coming undone almost un-touched was embarassing, especially with George's teasing nature.

But when you do pull back, instead of a mocking grin, you're recived with his red sore lips twitching, fighting a wide smile that finally reaches and lights up his face, his blush reminds you of spring blossoms, and it makes your throat tighten.

He was beautiful, that's all you can say because the boy renders you speechless every time.

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound x y/n #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp george #dsmp georgenotfound #dsmp

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Kissing Them (Series) P1: KARL JACOBS

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pairing: cc!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

summary: just a short series of how I think it would be kissing some dsmp men based on their online persona

tw: making out? slight nsfw ig

Kissing Karl is a whole experience on its own. He's giddy and shy, face warming softly when you tuck a strand of chocolate hair behind his flushed ear. He shuts his eyes like he's about to experience pain, but the smile of gold that tugs at the corners of his mouth betrays that thought.

He is soft, pliant under your touch. Back arching slightly as your hands slid up his side, your tongue brushing against his briefly while he whines over your lips. He keeps one arm secured around your shoulder, the other wrapped around your middle back, like he was embracing you really tightly. It could look like a hug if you didn't pay attention, not like you care.

He reacts at each touch, shivers running up his spine and he tries to pull you closer (even though that's quite impossible) when he feels your teeth close around his bottom lip. He's vocal, high pitched and airy. He huffs and moans with only the mere feel of your fingers on his skin, he goes crazy once your hand slips under the fabric of his sweater.

When you lean back Karl always clumisly chases your mouth for more warmth, he can't get enough of you, and quite frankly, you can't get enough of his either.

When you finally manage to calm his eagerness, he giggles, softening the room even more, as if his gentle sound could make the lamplight more golden and the fires burn warmer. That sweet eruption of pure glee was the gift you didn't know you needed, and it made your heart hammer like crazy.

#karl jacobs #dsmp #dsmp x reader #karljacobs x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x you #dsmp karl jacobs #dream smp #cc!karl

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Lovely Neighbour (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

genre: fluff

tw: cursing, the words 'porn start', sickness, over-working

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"Ok, you just go there and...give him the-" you look down at your hands, fingers fiddling with the paper wrapper nervously. "Give him the present- which is weird, because we're not dating- oh my god what am I doing"

You swallow a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you lift your fist up, but the door opens abruptly and almost hits you in the head.

"(Y/n)! Hey! Sorry for that darling, you ok?" The man asks, and as you're trying to find your words, he begins to walk away. "I'm in a bit of a hurry! We'll talk later, yeah?" He's screaming the last part as he starts quickening his pace, disappearing in the hallway.

Sighing once again, you frown, eyes glancing at the present for a second before looking back up at the direction he ran away to. "Sure, Wilbur, talk to you later..."

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You've moved to this apartment for some months now, and everytime you tried to begin a conversation with your floor neighbour, something happened.

From him having a meeting, to him spending all of his day locked up in his office working, to him not being home for a couple of days. Yeah, luck wasn't on your side.

You developed a crush on Wilbur the third time you spoke, his charming and kind words while he helped you get into your apartment when the door handle decided to pop off of the door from the outside made you swoon. He was a respectful and attractive British man, and dropped everything the second he saw you struggle to get home, even helping you with the groceries when you both got the door fixed, throwing some jokes here and there that genuinely made you cackle.

You decided to give him a present for helping you out. Maybe you were overdoing it, buying something just because he helped you get a door open, but you couldn't help it, you owed him in a way. And maybe you also wanted to see his expression when he received the pine scented candle. 

And you also had an excuse to chat, so why not? 

The answer seemed pretty simple the third time you attempted to give him the candle. He's a busy man, he doesn't need a little hopeless romantic following him around while he tries to do his job. Talking about jobs, you didn't even know what his job was, but you didn't want to seem nosy, so you let the matter go.

You did give him the present though, by leaving it in the post office of the apartment, his only reply being a smiley face on a piece of paper that you found lying on the floor near your door, a capital W on the bottom of the page.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be? It sure was depressing at first, but you were an independent person, and you needed to catch up on your own work, so you did.

Business calls, replying emails, zooms; it all became like a routine. You indulged yourself up your nose with stuff, and if you finished for the day, you still asked your boss for more.

Dylan, your boss, was a lovely man. He told you about his husband a lot in business calls, and even though you were firstly trying to get more assignments, you listened to him whole-heartedly, but he also began voicing his concerns about your physique.

Your eyebags were more noticeable than ever, your eyes were droopy, and your skin turned paler over the course of three weeks. You explained that it was just a side effect from some pills you were taking, which was a lie, but he bought it for some time.

Until you had someone knocking at your door on a Saturday night.

Your fingers froze over your keyboard, eyebrows furrowing as you checked the clock of your laptop. Who was knocking at 11 PM?

Standing up from your chair was strangely difficult, your vision fogging for some seconds until you found balance on your wooden desk, your hand gripping the edge.

"Coming!" you said, shaking your head softly to clear your mind, eyes blinking to adjust to the lack of light in the room, the only source being your screen.

When you opened the door, you had to retain yourself from gasping when you faced a 6'6 figure hovering over you behind your doorframe, his face and smile dashing as ever.

"Wil-" you got cut off by his hand placing on your forehead, your cheeks turning pink. 

"You're burning up, (Y/n)". 

As you were about to ask him what the hell was he doing at that time on your door, it was like he read your mind. 

"Your boss called me, Dylan, he said he was worried about your health and suspected that you were lying about taking pills. When was the last time you slept?" He asked, selectively ignoring the way you shot your eyebrows up in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, that is none of your business" you said, crossing your arms around your chest to later puff it out slightly, trying to seem more 'intimidating'.

Wilbur scoffed at your cuteness, leaning against the doorframe like a porn star. "I mean, your boss called me, after all. He also mentioned the fact that you 'seemed to have a crush on me''' He even moved his two fingers up and down while he said the last part. "And I didn't thank you for the present, so why not? Lovely candle by the way"

If you were in your right mind, you would have been completely embarrassed, but you were not.

"I HAD a crush on you, but every time I tried to talk to you you were busy, so I gave up", a throbbing headache hit you on the left side of your brain, so you stopped to run your hand over the curve of your skull, trying to ease the pain. "Look, I know it's not your fault that you're busy, you are successful in-...whatever you do, and I didn't want to bother you".

The wide smirk Wilbur had on his face while he leaned forward just a bit made you freeze, your eyes staring directly at his, like that would give you the answer as to what was going on in that hot head of his.

"How about this!" His 'seductive' persona shattered in seconds as he beamed, leaning back so you could release the breath that you didn't even know you were holding. "You rest for the next few days and- what day is today? Fri-Saturday, okay so the next Thursday I'll take you out to dinner, if that's ok with you" 

Your mind went blank for a moment, looking up at the smiling man as if he just revealed that he killed thousands of people and blew up a country.

Seeing that you weren't responding, Wilbur grew nervous, maybe Dylan was not really serious, or maybe he made the sleep-deprived woman in front of him uncomfortable, which was the last thing he wanted to do. "Sorry- that was really sudden. It's totally ok if you don't want to, but at least get some sleep and eat, yeah?" 

You snapped out of your trance and smiled back weakily, nodding your head. "I would- yeah, I'll go on a date with you, Thursday seems great". 

He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

"And I'll take care of myself".

Wilbur shifted his weight from his left foot to his right, his cheeks a soft hue of red. "Cool, I'll be here, to pick you up".

"Yeah, thanks"

He glanced at you for the last time, putting his palms together so he could lean his head against the back of his hand, reminding you to get some sleep as he walked away.

"Got it, bye!" 

You closed the door when he was out of sight, when a wave of exhaustion hit you, making you groan out loud and clutch your head in pain. You stood still for some seconds before walking down your apartment and into your bedroom, not before snapping your laptop shut with one hand.

You woke up the next day at 9 PM because of some distant screaming and clapping, but paid no mind to it, going back to sleep.

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At first Glance || (Noah Schnapp x Reader)

setting: SAG awards, red carpet.

A/N: the dress in the pic is what I imagined, but you can choose whatever dress you want! Enjoy~

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She excused herself to the bathroom after one and a half hours, the bright flashes of cameras making her stepping clumsy, not taking into account her bruised feet. She'll never wear heels again.

The girl swore it wasn't like three minutes after she left the red carpet when her co-workers started calling and texting her, begging for her to return so they could be interviewed together. 

It's not like she didn't like red carpets, it's just that after a while, the flash of cameras begin to get in your head, and interviewers start to get a little too intense, not to mention nosy.

Why would they need to know who she would choose to date out of all of her co-workers? No one needs or wants to hear that, and they are mostly adults too.

Returning was dreadful, the idea of her headache worsening because of the paparazzi made her rethink all of her life choices, but she had no choice, so she forced a smile, straightened her dress and secretly switched her pointy stilettos with flat shoes. No one would notice right? Why would anyone point a camera at her feet?

Oh god.

As soon as she stepped into the light, cameras were flying to her direction, paparazzi fighting to see who could scream louder so their questions would reach her ear.

She ignored them and sighed as she spotted her co-workers at the distance, her pace quickening but still maintaining a professional and cool posture. As she was walking past a celebrity being interviewed, she couldn't help but look, maybe it was Tom Holland? She would really enjoy catching a glance of him in person.

Her face turned slightly to the right, meeting with a boy her age laughing at something an interviewer had said. 

He was...he was beautiful, that's all she could think of because that boy rendered her completely speechless. All of the following events seemed to happen in slow motion for her, and she grew excited with the sentiment. She was a hopeless romantic after all, and the boy seemed to glow under the artificial lights, his silver-blue suit strangely complimenting his skin color. Ah, stunning.

His eyes found hers for a second, and she grew nervous, too embarrassed to look back at him to catch him staring at her the same way.

The boy sheepishly cut the interviewer off, the question rolling out of his tongue with a way too soft tone as his eyes followed the girl walking away, her hair caressing her upper back elegantly, dress flowing behind her like gentle waves near the shore. He didn't really try to hide that his attention was elsewhere, so why not ask.

"Excuse me," he paused, signaling the girl with his head. "Who is the girl in the (f/c) dress?" he asked, still looking at her now distant figure with a gentle smile and love-struck eyes.

The interviewer turned half of their torso around, eyes shifting through the crowd of celebrities.

"Oh! That's (Y/n), lovely isn't she, she plays the character of Nic's sister in Beautiful Boy, such a good performance, have you seen the movie Noah?" 

Noah slowly shook his head, adding to his mental notes to check the movie out when he arrived home. 

The 'conversation' returned to him in a matter of seconds, so he finished answering some questions before taking off to find his friends, the girl in the gorgeous (f/c) dress still lingering in his mind. 

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A/N: I know there is no sister character in Beautiful Boy, but I made it up so it made sense as to why the reader was in the SAG awards.

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Puppy Love (Ranboo x Reader)

genre: fluff!!! 💕

credits to the artist of the pic!

"I like your shirt...it-it looks good on you"

That was the first compliment you ever recieved from Ranboo, while you were chatting with him on discord with your facecam on. To say your whole face turned red was an understatement, but you smiled shyly at his words and thanked him, not noticing the tip of his ears turning red too.

This kept on for months, stuttering compliments to the other with lovesick smiles and flustered cheeks, ignoring your friends and chat's constant teasing.

It made your heart race everytime, leaving you with sleepless nights thinking of him while staring at the cealing and giggling to yourself quietly, so as not to wake your family members.

When Tubbo suggested to meet up with the gang in real life, taking into account that everyone was on the UK, for a vlog, you couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, prepearing your outfit days prior with hopes of impressing your tall friend. The thought of being able to see him and hug him making butterflies burst in your stomach.

The day arrived quickly, and you were really nervous to say the least. You checked yourself on the mirror one last time before running out of your house and into your car, driving off to the place you all arranged to meet, parking your car nearby the park and spotting them in a few seconds.

For the last few hours, you found yourself leaning near Ranboo the most, which he didn't complain about once, so you were really happy.

"Um- you look really pretty" He spoke all of the sudden, once he assured that Tubbo and Tommy were far ahead from both of you to hear, your cheeks blooming into a cute pink as well as his, but you didn't notice since he had his mask on.

"Thanks! Uh- you're eyes are beautiful by the way"

Ranboo's grayish eyes widened slightly, but he laughed at your comment, scratching the back of his neck.

"Thanks, I forgot I didn't have my glasses on" He confessed bashfully, letting his arm drop to his side, accidently brushing his hand with yours.

Your fingers tensed with his touch, and he muttered a flustered "Sorry!", worried he had made you uncomfortable.

Your eyes stuck to the ground but smiled anyways, boldly reaching out for his hand, grabbing two of his long fingers on your grasp.

"I don't mind- I...is this ok?" You asked hopefully, your face turning even redder along with his, but when he moved his fingers against your palm and interlocked them with yours, you couldn't contain your wide grin.

"Um-yeah...yeah totally" His tone was airy, almost like he was out of breath, but continued walking with you, hands still interlocked.

Tommy's voice snapped you out of the  bubble you were in moments prior, making you face him with a confused expression.

"We get it, you two are in love! But contain yourself, geez, don't eat infront of the poor" He mockly said, making both Ranboo's and your eyes to widen, letting go of the other's hand like it had burned them.

"We-shut up Tommy!" You complained, running ahead and pushing him out of the way, Ranboo catching up with you and staring down at the blonde, dissaprovingly shaking his head before calling your name.

"Great way to ruin the moment, asshole" Tubbo snickered next to Tommy, looking amused as Ranboo chased a flustered and annoyed you through the croud. The 'big' man rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Shut the fuck up, Toby"

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Sweet Tooth (Angry/Souya Kawata x Reader)

Sorry for the delay @marwhoa ! Hope you like it :)

Ever since you were little, you had a thing for sweet food. You couldn't choose between all of the options, all too appealing to you.

So when Souya found out about it, he made it his personal mission to learn to bake.

He wasn't particullary good, but he tried none the less, with your first anniversary consisting on trying the chocolate frosted cake he had made. It was ugly at sight when he finished it, because he didn't let the cake cool off before applying the frosting, the melting pink substance making him cringe, but he gifted it to you anyways, proud of the smile that he had provoked on your features.

You squealed in delight at the taste, it was really sweet and tastefull, making Souya choke on the first bite but you didn't seem to mind at all, devouring your piece in a matter of minutes.

The rest of the evening was spent with both of you cuddling on the couch, watching a movie while you munched on caramel popcorn that he had bought on the store earlier, your fingers quickly becoming sticky, but again, you didn't mind. Even laughing outloud when you watched your boyfriend sprinting to the bathroom in the middle of the movie to wash his hands under the cold water.

From that day on, his cooking skills got better, managing to balance the sweetness of the food a lot more, making it possible to eat for him too.

You teached him how to make pastries a lot, they were your favourite dates for both of you.

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"(Y/n), how many minutes are left for it to be ready?" Souya complained, his usual frown on his face. You giggled at his expression and checked the timer on your phone.

"Um-15 minutes"

The load groan made you punch his arm playfully, telling him to be patient.

To wait, you decided to play with his hair, your fingers running down his curls while he closed his eyes, he liked you touching his hair, not that he'll ever admit it.

This went on for about some minutes, before the alarm blasting on the speakers you had connected your phone to a while ago to play sone music while you baked.

"OH FUCK! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!" He yelled over the loud sound, fearing that his brother will be pissed.

Your shaky fingers clumsily pressed the orange button on your screen, a sigh of relief escaping both of your lips when the alarm stopped ringing.

"SOUYA~"

The light blue haired boy freezed on his spot al looked at you, his back facing the corridor, where a widely smiling Nahoya appeared.

"Shit" You whispered, taking his hand and running down the kitchen, your hand quickly fumbling with the door knob of the front entrance, opening it and sprinting down the streets, Smiley following hot on your trail, closing the door behind him.

When the man-hunt ended, after one hour of running through the streets of Tokyo with a panting Souya practically being dragged by ypu, you returned to the house and opened the door, being greeted by a thick wave of smoke coming out of the house.

"Oh, the cinnamon rolls"

Long story short, Nahoya made his brother sleep on the street, forcing you to go home and not take Souya with you.

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Idiot (Karl Jacobs x Reader

tw: implied eating disorders or lack of eating for a long period of time, read at your own risk

You haven't seen your roomate for the past four days. He had been locked in his room, rejecting all of Mr Beast requests to join him on new video ideas and even not streaming at all.

He didn't even open up his door to recieve food you cooked, using the excuse that he 'wasn't hungry'. The first two times he had said that you belived him, but after the third one, you caught on a familiar pattern on his behaviour.

"Karl," you knocked on his door twice. "You have to eat something, sweetheart".

You heard a soft 'go away' from the other side of the wall, making you frown.

"Karl, please open up" You begged, your fingers grazing the door knob and twisted it on your palm, surprisingly it wasn't locked. The now louder 'NO' made you flinch, but you stepped on the room anyway after setting the trail of breakfast on the floor outside his room.

Your eyes found the boy curled under his thick blanket, his eyes puffy and half-lidded, familiar pills on his bedside table.

"Karl!" You exclaimed, sprinting next to his bed, taking the pills off the table before he could reach for them, hide them from you.

The embarrassed expression on his face made your heart stop, tears building on the corner of your eyes as you sat down on the edge of his bed after putting the pills inside your pocket. You reached carefully for him, which made him panic, so you retracted your hand but was surprised when he grasped your wrist in the air with sudden movement.

You locked your fingers with his and lowered both of your arms to lay flat on the mattress, your gaze not leaving his as you faked a smile that didn't reach your eyes, your free hand brushing against the bangs that were sticking on his forehead.

"When was the last time you've eaten, Karl" you asked, your hand finally resting on his reddened cheek so he didn't look away.

He hesitated at first, he didn't want to worry you, but by the look on your face, you weren't here to judge him or tell him off.

"Um...maybe five days ago? I'm not sure" His cracked voice made you sadly sigh outloud, leaning over his body to hug him, his arms instantaniously wrapping around your back, a soft sob escaping his rough lips.

"Baby, why are you doing this to yourself?"

You carressed his hair gently, trying to calm him down, but his sobs only got worse.

"I-i- i'm recieving a-a lot of h-hate towards-towards my b-body and b-because i paint m-my nails, and i-i thought that i-if i didn't-" he bursted out crying, not being able to finish the sentence, but you understood clearly what the problem is.

"Karl, look at me" You sort of demanded, pulling away from the hug to face his flushed face, tears painting his skin, which now had an undertone of yellow, like he was sick. You cradled his face between your hands, thumbs running over his cheekbones lovingly.

"You are the most stunning person i have ever seen, you're unique, you're funny, you have a compassionate, kind soul, you rock painted nails, better than me!," he giggled along you. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, you are the most stunning and talented human being i have ever had the pleassure of meeting, and i love you so much, Karl"

His eyes sparkled in a way you have never seen them do, his smile stretching on his face, his cheeks blooming from an angry red to a baby pink.

You took your hands away from his cheeks and smiled back, a surpised yelp coming out of your mouth when the boy quickly sat up and leaped in your arms, almost making you fall over. His excited giggles made you hug him tighter, your hand running through his locks, fingers massaging his scalp.

When you leaned away from his form, his wide smile seemed contagious, because you coudn't stop grinning like an idiot.

"I love you too, so, so much (Y/n)" He confessed confidently, making your face flush a pretty pink.

The gentle kiss that followed shouldn't have surprised you, but it did anyway. His chapped lips and his slender fingers gripping your shoulders made you dizzy, but you returned it anyways, a soft hum against your lips escaping his mouth.

After some hours of cuddling, kissing and talking, you stood up from his bed. He whimpered and grabbed your arm, to pull you back on his bed, but you smiled at him, saying that you weren't going anywhere.

You reached his door and scrouched down, grabbing the trail with his favourite breakfast and walking back in and under the matress, placing the food on his lap, which made him gulp nervously.

"Karl, i know it's hard, take as much time as you need, i'm right here" You assured, pecking his cheek.

He nodded slowly and stared down at the four pancakes with syrup and a side of fresh fruit on the trail on top of his legs, hesitantly grabbing a strawberry between his fingers, taking a small bite of it. His face lighted up, his stomach opening in a second, basically vaccuming all of the food.

"You need to be careful, not eating for some days and suddenly eating so quickly can make you have a stomach ache! Take it easy" You rubbed his back.

He nodded and slowed down a bit, your carresses making shivers run down his arms.

"That's it! You did great"

He nodded his head and you both smiled widely, like idiots.

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a/n: Karl deserves better! He's a sweetheart. If you are suffering from a similar situation, please don't be afraid to call for help. You are all beautiful and valid!

Won't be doing Tokyo Revengers fanfiction for now btw

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Panic Attack (Ranboo x Reader)

genre: not speciallized, could be platonic/romatic-ish, but not really?

t/w: anxious ranboo, ranboo has a panic attack on a public place, reader helps ranboo, implied that reader has had panic attacks before

-you were walking down the streets of london, the music that came out of your earbuds making your stepping rymthical in a sort of way.

-you stopped by a nearby park and sat down at one of the wooden benches, taking off your earbuds for a moment to take off your hoodie, but panicked speaking caught your attention, and your eyes flickered to the nearby sound, you found two boys surrounding another one who sat by the floor, knees close to his shoulders as he rocked his body back and forth.

-the familar movements made you stand up, putting your earbuds on your purse as you walked to the trio.

-you tapped the shoulder of a screaming blode guy, who turned around instatly and watched you cautiously with his ocean eyes.

-you pointed behind him at the rocking boy.

"Is he ok? Heard you screaming from back there"

-The tall guy shook his head and looked back at the boy's forme for a second before speaking.

"He's having sort of a panic attack, and we don't know what to do" he said akwardly.

-You nodded your head ligthly.

"I can help, if you want"

-As a nod shook his honey blonde locks, you took careful step towards the shaking boy, kneeling in front of him.

"Hey-Hi, I'm (Y/n), you don't know me, but i'm here to help, okay?" Your voice was soft and sweet, trying to reassure him that you meant no harm. You took off your mask slowly, not to scare him.

-His lensed covered eyes flickered to your face as he nodded shakily, his rapid breaths making it hard for him to utter a single word.

"Ok, good, what's your name?"

"It's uh-Ranboo" the brunnette boy behind your back stated, and you smiled.

"Hey Ranboo, i need you to breath with me, is it ok if i hold your hands? So if i'm going too fast you can sort of tell me, yeah?"

-Ranboo, you learned, shook his head rapidly a couple of times, so you slowly put your hands above his, his fingers shakily opening to let you move your own around his, he squeezed unintentionaly your hand, hard, as you opened your mouth to speak.

"Hey, it's ok, i got you, now, breath with me".

-You explained the exercise slowly and patiently, telling him to inhale with his nose and exhale with his mouth, after he "confirmed" that he had understood with the rapid movement of his head, you began.

-after, about, two minutes, his hitched breath and rapid huffs began to calm down, and you squeezed his hands and smiled at his covered face.

"That's better, you're doing really well, Ranboo"

-He nodded yet again, this time more slowly, and before he knew it, his breathing became normal, he had relaxed his shoulders and his legs slided down the pavement with a soft thud.

"Great! That's better, innit?" You beamed at him, and stood up, offering a hand to him and he took it without hesitation, standing up as well.

-The voices of Ranboo's friends started to speak at once, asking "how??" "how did you-" "wow that was so cool".

-You turned to them and smiled, your hands shaking in the air to make them calm down, as you knew that the tall boy was sensitive at the time and could break down again.

"I'm actually used to this, i'm glad i could help" You said, glancing back at Ranboo who stood crutched down a bit and fiddling with his fingers.

"Welp, gotta go, see you guys, take care Ranboo!"

-As you began to walk away, a hand stopped you by the wrist.

"Hey-um- do you-If you don't mind- have, um, instagram or something? Not because of what you may think! I just- um-" The tall boy's cheeks were obviously flushed under his mask, but that was something you didn't notice.

"Yeah, i do, it's @yourinstausername!"

-Ranboo gripped the collar of his shirt and accomodated it akwardly with his tumbs.

"Cool, cool, i-i'll add you-um-follow you? If you want of course"

-The corner of your lips stretched a tad upwards, your eyes wrinkling a bit as you smiled at him.

"Sure, see you around"

-And with that, you waved and walked away.

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Bonus:

-Ranboo layed late at night on the sofa where his desk was placed, his figure covered by a red blanket as his fingers rapidly typed away on his phone, the dm page reflected his gray eyes.

-You were so nice to him in person, and even on chat? Wow, he sure was lucky to have met you.

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A/N: The method used in the fic to calm the panic attack may not work for everyone, it is the one that i'm familiarized with and works for me. I'm not implying that Ranboo has panic attacks, and even if he has, he may not be calmed down with this method. This is all fictional.

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