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gurokiitty · 21 hours

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Can you write something about Lawrence? 👉👈

a/n: yessss i've been looking forward to a law request! thank u, anon, i hope you like it!! :3

THE LIGHT THAT SEARS

{ lawrence oleander x gn! reader }

word count: 2.1k

warnings/tags: NSFW, psychological, yandere(ish), stalking, jealousy/obsession, kidnapping, brief marijuana use, cutting, blood, waterboarding to drowning, reader death.

Under the cloak of night, Lawrence prowled the periphery of your existence. You emerged as a rare exception to his cynical worldview; a delicate exception that flickered like a flame in the darkness. As the night clerk at the local gas station, your presence was an enigma, haloed by the soft, ethereal glow of fluorescent lights— a figure both intoxicating and infuriating to him.

You began to recognize the patterns of his visits, the late hours when he would appear almost like a shadow from the night. Soon enough, you learned his usual purchases; mainly simple, pre-packaged meals, which he grabbed almost mechanically from the same aisle each visit.

With a practiced ease, you attempted small talk, your light and inviting voice contrasting sharply with his curt responses. Lawrence hardly ever met your gaze, his eyes flicking away to the brightly lit shelves or the grimy floor tiles, as if the sight of you was both necessary and unbearable.

Despite this, you persisted, peeling back layers of his solitude with each word. He felt seen, truly seen. Not just observed but understood, in a way that both unnerved and intrigued him. You seemed to look right through his shell, peering into the depths of his turbulent soul.

Each night, as you smiled and handed him his change, he sensed your awareness of his trembling hands, as if each coin and bill burned into his fingertips. It was almost painful how you looked at him with so much pity and concern.

This perception of vulnerability made Lawrence feel exposed yet inexplicably drawn to you. His nightly visits to the gas station became less about necessity and more about this complex dance between observation and interaction. He began to linger, fabricating reasons to stay by browsing aimlessly through the aisles or waiting for the slowest coffee machine pour.

Eventually, his fascination led him beyond the confines of the gas station, tracking your movements like a silent guardian. He found himself waiting in the shadows, watching as you ended your shifts, and noting the way you carefully scanned the parking lot before stepping into the early morning air.

But everything changed one fateful night when he watched you interact with another customer— a casual exchange that shattered his distorted illusion of exclusivity. Lawrence stood, a silent spectator lined up behind this stranger, who elicited a laugh from you with an ease that made his blood boil. Your eyes sparkled with the same light you often gifted him, yet here it was, shared freely with someone else. Each giggle, each easy smile you bestowed upon the interloper, drove a spike of disgust and jealousy through his already frayed nerves. His hands trembled and his eyes ignited with a fervent fury as he watched you, his delicate flower, fluttering towards another.

When it was finally his turn to cash out, the usual gentle cadence of your voice grated against his heightened sensitivity. He responded not with the muted gratitude of before but with a cold silence, tossing the cash onto the counter with a force that made the coins scatter. Avoiding your puzzled look, he stormed out of the gas station, the chime of the door ringing mockingly behind him.

The night outside had turned chilly, the breeze that swept through the parking lot carrying an ominous whisper. Lawrence sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled force. Each breath was a ragged intake, his thoughts racing as he waited, the tick of the clock on the dashboard echoing in the cramped space like a countdown.

Your shift ended as it always did, with the fluorescent lights shutting off one by one, casting shadows that crept along the ground toward him. You stepped out, oblivious to the dangerous undercurrent that now pulsed through the air. As you made your way across the parking lot, the sound of your footsteps were muffled against the asphalt, but to Lawrence, they were deafening.

He exited his vehicle, driven by a twisted mixture of betrayal and anger. His approach was silent, a predator’s gait, all traces of the awkward, stuttering recluse gone. Just as you reached your car, he was upon you, a hand clamping down over your mouth to stifle your screams. His other arm snaked around your waist, dragging you back towards his car. The world blurred into a chaotic swirl as you struggled, but his grip was unyielding. In a swift motion, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small, damp cloth, and pressed it against your nose and mouth. Your struggles weakened, your limbs grew heavy, and soon, darkness engulfed you as you slipped into unconsciousness.

You awoke to an unfamiliar coldness, the hard porcelain surface of a bathtub pressing uncomfortably against your back. Your wrists and ankles were bound with duct tape, immobilizing you in a vulnerable sprawl. Another strip sealed your mouth, muffling your disoriented murmurs. The bathroom around you was dimly lit, casting elongated shadows across the walls where ivy and ferns crept over the tiles. A pervasive, sickly sweet scent filled the air, suffocating your senses.

As your eyes adjusted, you noticed Lawrence sitting on the edge of the tub, his silhouette blurred against the dim light. A joint dangled from his trembling fingers, the smoke curling into the stale air as he took a deep, slow drag. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, his expression remained unreadable, veiled in a mix of shadow and haze. His eyes, half-lidded and unfocused, seemed to drift away momentarily before snapping back to meet yours with an intensity that pinned you in place.

The moment hung heavy between the crackling of the ember and the distant dripping of a leaky faucet. As the smoke floated lazily in the air, it seemed to bridge the gap between Lawrence's disjointed musings and the harsh reality of your predicament.

"I thought you understood," he whispered, a chilling calmness underpinning his words. "I thought you were different." He took another drag, the ember briefly illuminating his hollowed features with an eerie red light.

"But you’re just like them, aren’t you? A beautiful façade," His voice cracked slightly, betraying a hint of the turmoil swirling inside him.

The accusation struck a strange chord, mixing fear with confusion. You could only listen, the adhesive tape cruelly sealing any response. Lawrence's presence loomed larger as he shifted his weight, the porcelain creaking under him.

"Even then, I can't let you go— can't forget you," he muttered, more to himself than to you as he stubbed out the joint. He turned his gaze fully onto you and confessed, "I can’t allow you to float away to anyone else. You saw me... really saw me, unlike everyone else."

Slowly, almost cautiously, Lawrence moved closer, positioning himself to straddle you in the tub. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating. He pulled a small knife from his pocket, the blade glinting in the light. His fingers, though cold, felt like they burned into you as he began to slice through your shirt, and spread the fabric open to expose your skin underneath.

The blade descended again, gliding from your sternum to your navel with terrifying precision. You felt the sting of the blade, a cold line of fear that drew a shallow, sharp path across your skin. Lawrence’s breath was heavy, each exhale shuddering against the charged silence of the room. He leaned closer, torment and fascination dancing across his features.

A flush crept across his cheeks as he watched the red line appear on your skin. His hands, unsteady yet deliberate, touched the blood that welled from the cut, tracing it across your skin with a perverse reverence. His touch was careful, as if tending to a withering flower.

"I need you to understand this connection," Lawrence murmured, his fingers painted with your blood. "No one else can see what I see, feel what I feel for you. You’re not like them— you can't be."

His eyes, usually so shifty and evasive, now held yours with an intensity that felt like chains, binding you to his will. Amidst the flora and the sweet scent of decay, the room around you seemed to close in, setting the stage for his macabre confession. The tape stifled your cries, muffling the sound to a desperate whimper as you watched the crimson seep from your body.

Lawrence set the knife down with a clink against the porcelain, his hands now free to frame your face, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "When I saw you talking to him, laughing, it hurt. It burned, like nothing I’ve felt before." He continued, tracing the contours of your features.

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over despite your attempts to hold them back. As he noticed your tears, his expression shifted, a mix of satisfaction and sorrow mingling in his gaze.

"I need you to understand the pain," He said as his fingers tightened against your cheeks, the pressure increasing painfully.

Your cries, stifled under the adhesive, became more desperate, a silent plea that seemed lost on him. But then, without a word, Lawrence reached over and turned on the tap. Cold water poured from the faucet as he forced your head back, positioning your face under the stream. The cold water splashed against your skin, entering your nostrils and flooding your senses with an icy shock. Your body convulsed involuntarily as water cascaded over your head, drowning out your pleas with the relentless rush of liquid oblivion.

Lawrence watched intently, his eyes never leaving your face as you gasped and sputtered, the water punishing every attempt to draw breath. His expression was unreadable, perhaps a mix of curiosity and a desperate need to share his own suffocating experiences of jealousy and betrayal.

"Feel it, the burning pain I felt," He whispered, his voice a distant echo lost to the steady cascade of water and the weak thrashing of your body.

As it continued to pour over your face, the line between executioner and confessor blurred. He seemed almost mesmerized by your struggle, as if each gasp and flutter of your eyelids brought him closer to understanding his own tortured emotions.

Finally, he turned off the water, the sudden silence in the room echoing louder than the rushing stream had been. Your breaths came in ragged, desperate gulps, as your lungs screamed for air. Lawrence's gaze remained fixed upon you, his own turmoil reflected in the sheen of sweat upon his brow

"Every time I see you, it’s like I’m drowning," he muttered as his finger followed the trail of water dripping from your chin. His admission lingered in the air, a confession both haunting and revelatory. You searched his eyes for some semblance of remorse or empathy, but found only the reflection of a tormented soul as he gazed over your drenched, trembling form.

"You shine so brightly, it's blinding." His finger paused, hovering above the pulse at your neck, where each heartbeat seemed to echo louder against the stillness. "I can't help but be drawn to your light, even though it scorches me. I never want it to end."

As the water on your skin began to chill, his hand shifted, becoming almost protective as he cupped your cheek. "I want to keep you here, with me, forever," he continued, his voice softer and edged with a strange sadness. "I want your light all to myself."

Without warning, Lawrence reached for the faucet again, turning the knob with a decisive twist. The water surged forth once more, cascading over your face in a relentless torrent. This time, however, there was no restraint in his actions, no hesitation or remorse. His grip on your head tightened, forcing you further under the icy deluge until every gasp for air was silenced by the rush of water filling your lungs.

Your struggles became feeble and your body wracked with convulsions as the cold enveloped you. Through the haze of pain and panic, you caught one last glimpse of Lawrence's face, distorted by the watery veil between you. There was a flicker of something in his eyes— regret, perhaps, or even a twisted form of tenderness as he watched you drown with eerie detachment.

The weight of his gaze bore down on you, unyielding even as your consciousness waned under the suffocating flow. As the coldness of water seeped into your bones, your world dimmed, fading into a silent, dark oblivion.

For a moment, he remained frozen, suspended in the void between remorse and obsession. His trembling hands drew your lifeless body towards his, the coldness of your skin seeping into his own as he gently cradled you against his chest.

"You're still shining," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the constant flow of the faucet. "You're still beautiful."

As the water continued its relentless cascade, Lawrence raked his fingers through your wet hair, admiring how the tendrils clung to his skin as though you had become one.

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eepwriting · 22 hours

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please please please i am BEGGING for extremely dominant and possessive vessel

bonus points for any facefucking, choking, edging, restraining the reader. maybe a lil of him getting off on seeing them cry. but of degradation and a lot of praise and dirty talk thrown in for good measure and i will owe u my entire life (i just KNOW this man has a mouth on him in the bedroom and he will use it in more ways than one)

Mine To Use ✶ Vessel x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, oral (m receiving), choking, degradation, edging, restraining, fingering, dacryphilia, mean! vessel

Note - you’re really delivering with this ask anon and I’m here for it!!! Hope you enjoy :) thank you!! 🤍

!! mdi !!

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“I thought I told you to be ready for me when I got home.”

Vessels on you the second he walks through the door. He stalks up to you, grabbing ahold of your shirt collar and pulls you up to stand. You gasp in surprise as he roughly pulls you to your feet.

His hand closes around your throat, applying slight pressure. His thumb on your jaw turns your head to the side, his mouth moving in close to your ear. “What? Are you too dumb to follow instructions? Hm?” His teeth close over your earlobe.

You only let out a hum when his grip on your neck tightens, his other hand reaching behind you to roughly grope your ass. “Let’s see if this makes sense to you. On your knees. Now.” His hand pushes down on your neck.

You quickly drop to your knees, hands reaching up to massage his thighs. You so badly want to ask him why he’s in such a mood but you don’t want to push your luck by asking questions.

“Well look at that. You seem eager for my cock down your throat. Is that right?” His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You gaze up at him and nod. You open your mouth when his thumb pushes down harder and he runs the pad over your bottom teeth. You stick your tongue out to lick over his finger and watch as his jaw clenches.

His other hand grabs one of your own, dragging it up, placing it over his belt buckle. Your hands move quickly, unfastening the buckle and pulling it off of him completely. Your fingers hook into his waistband, tugging his pants down his hips. His hard cock springs free and Vessel snickers when he sees you swallow, your eyes watching it bob in front of your face. He grabs the base of his cock with one hand, the back of your neck with the other, keeping your head still. “Open.” You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. “Hm, what a good little whore. Hands behind your back. I don’t want you touching me.”

You want to pout at his words, your hands itching to wrap around him but you reluctantly clasp your hands behind your back. He grips the back of your neck tighter and lets the tip of his cock tap on your tongue. He slides his length over tongue into your open mouth, his hand moving to the top of your head. You let your lips close around him, sliding further down his length. He lets out a deep breath above you when your lips and tongue slide up to meet his tip, your tongue swirling around the head.

He lets you lick and suck all over his cock for a short while, just enjoying the warm of your mouth. His hips eventually start thrusting to meet your mouth halfway, the grip he has on your hair tightening. “Shit. Just want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. You gonna let me?” Both his hands grip the sides of your face, keeping your head still as he thrusts roughly into your mouth. “Of course you are. Good cock slut.” He grunts, pushing your head forward. You moan at his words, cut short when you feel his cock slip into your throat. He keeps it there, shallow thrusts from his hips. You gag around him, eyes squeezing shut, your hands itching to grip his thighs, craving something to hold on to.

He pulls his cock from your mouth completely, a cough coming from you at the sudden movement. Vessel breathily chuckles, grabs his cock and runs it along your cheek, your saliva covering your face. You moan, breathless and dazed as you look up at him, sticking your tongue out again. He huffs and smirks before he’s back to thrusting into your waiting mouth. He pushes his thumb in, along side his cock, stretching your mouth open wider. “You see this?” He pulls his thumb away to show you the saliva coating his finger before smearing it across your cheek. “Is this your dumb bunny brain leaking out of your mouth? You’ve gone stupid on my cock, huh? Just a drooly little hole that’s all mine to use.” He uses his leg to nudge your clenched thighs open, his foot pushing up against your core.

You greedily grind your hips down on his covered foot, moans freely crawling up from your throat. Your hands clench harder behind your back, hips moving quickly and impatiently. “You like being called stupid, don’t you? Look at you.” He pushes the top of his foot up into you harder. His hips still thrusting fast into your mouth, faltering occasionally. “It’s almost pathetic. That you like being treated this.” His voice comes out in growl, his hips moving even faster, if that’s possible. He groans at the sound and feel of you gagging around him, his hands roughly pulling your head to him.

He grunts, jaw clenched, his hips stutter. “Gonna cum down your throat. You’re gonna take it all.” You let a deep breath out through your nose as you feel him release at the back of your throat. You watch him throw his head back, the muscles on his chest and stomach flexing. You gag around him again, his cock, cum and all the extra spit in your mouth becoming too much. He just stands there for a moment, catching his breath before he hums and looks down at you, slowly pulling his cock from your mouth, saliva dripping from your lips. You finally swallow and take in a deep breath.

Your hips still grind and bounce on his foot as you look up at him with needy and pleading eyes. Whiny whimpers falling from your mouth. “Can I please touch?” You plead out, biting over your bottom lip.

Vessel just stares down at you, his hand smoothing over your hair. “Go on.” He nods down at you. Your hands fly out to grip at his leg, fingertips digging into his thigh, your hips grinding down harder. You’re practically hugging his leg and he lets you, eyes watching you, full of amusement. He registers the high pitched moans you let out and the way the rhythm of your hips get sloppy before he’s prying your fingers off his thigh and removing his foot out from under you. You whine out at the loss of contact, your release having only been mere seconds away.

He pulls you up to stand, his hand latching around your neck, squeezing, his mouth attaching to your swollen lips. You groan when his tongue licks into your mouth, gripping his forearm. He pushes you with the hand on your throat, walking you backwards towards the bedroom, his mouth moving to kiss and lick on the side of your face. He pushes you on the mattress when the back of your knees hit the bed, crawling over you, his hand and mouth resuming their previous positions.

His other hand finds its way under your shirt to grope and squeeze on your chest. He rests his thigh between your own, your hips almost immediately bucking up against it. He kisses over your chin and jaw, groaning. “So needy.” You chase your release again, hips moving quickly over his leg, your hand gripping the back of his neck.

He pulls away from you completely, pushing himself up to stand and you cry out, hips moving against nothing now. He leaves the room without saying anything. You think about trailing your hand down to play with yourself while he’s gone but you already know you’re in for a long night. If he caught you, that’d surely only make things worse for yourself. Vessel returns, his belt in hand. “Hands up for me.” You put your wrists together in front of yourself.

He loops the belt around your wrists, pulling your arms over your head, fastening the other end of the belt to the headboard with a crude knot. “Such a good listener, aren’t you?” He straddles your thighs, leaning down to kiss you with surprising softness and warmth. His thumb strokes over your neck and throat before his hand wraps around it again, this time only applying minimal pressure. You pull at your restraints, just wanting to hold his face to yours.

His other hand slips between your legs, palming over you through your bottoms. Moaning at the contact, you feel like you could finish right then and there. His mouth pulls away from yours to watch your face, a small smile on his lips. His hand speeds up over you, applying more pressure, only to let up. Slow speed and teasing, light touches. His hand around your neck matches the pattern he’s created. Squeezing harder as his hand speeds up, releasing pressure as his hand slows down. You can’t register how long he keeps this up. He never keeps his hand moving quickly long enough for your pleasure to peak, not letting you get to the edge, just leaving you simmering.

He eventually pulls both hands from you, moving his head down to kiss all over your chest and stomach. He spends what feels like ten minutes on each nipple. Slowly licking, sucking them into his mouth, his teeth grazing over them occasionally. You’re a heavy breathing mess at this point, wrists aching from pulling at the leather wrapped around them.

“You’re being so good for me. So patient.” He tells you once he settles between your legs, his hands rubbing along your thighs. “Just waiting to make a mess, aren’t you?” You look down at him and eagerly nod, bucking your hips up. “Please.”

He just shrugs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms. “We’ll see.” His fingers tug your bottoms down over your hips and thighs. He lets you kick them down the rest of your legs before settling down again. His eyes trail over you, his mouth attaching to your inner thigh. “Look at you. You must be aching. It almost looks painful.” His lips move along your leg, his fingers reaching out to run over you.

He pins your hips to the bed with his forearm, his mouth now sucking purple marks onto your thighs. Your back arches when you feel his fingers on your opening, massaging in circles. You whimper and you feel Vessel smile on your skin. Two of his fingers slowly push into you, inching in knuckle by knuckle until they’re fully buried in you. You breathe out in fast, shallow breaths, wrists tugging, your hips desperately trying to move.

He brings his fingers all the way out of you before repeating the process. Massage, push into you, pull out and repeat. You’re too dazed to plead or beg, just glad you might actually get your release. His fingers speed up and your vision blurs. He adds a third finger, thrusting in and out of you steadily. You’re right on edge in no time, clenching around his fingers.

It frustrates you that you’re not even surprised when he pulls his fingers from you. That doesn’t stop the long string of whines and moans that leave your mouth. He lets your pleasure die down, just kissing along your thighs, before his hand is on you again, repeating the same torture as before.

It’s after the third time when you feel the tears come. A frustrated, overworked sob comes from you and Vessel’s head snaps up to look at you. He watches you as the first tear slips down your face. You can barely see him through your cloudy vision, but don’t miss the way his jaw clenches as he watches you. You drop your head down on the mattress when you feel his teeth close over the inside of your thigh. “Look at me.” He taps your hip. You look down at him, face covered in tears, eyes red.

He groans when he sees your face, his fingers pushing into you again, not even giving you a minute before he’s roughly thrusting them in and out of you. “So pretty when you cry. You know that?” He breathes out. You can see his hips grinding down on the mattress and it sends a shockwave through you. “I think I could come cum again just looking at you.” His jaw closes over your thigh again. “Tell me why you’re crying.”

His fingers pause slightly and curl inside you before moving again. Your bottom lip quivers as you speak, “You won’t let me cum. I just want to cum.” More tears slip down your face, hips bucking up impatiently.

He groans again, resting his head against your thigh, eyes still watching you. His fingers speed up along with his hips that are still sloppily bucking against the bed. Another cry leaves you when you teeter on the edge again, sure that he’ll pull away from you, but he doesn’t. Your mouth opens silently, hips spasming and bucking, all the sounds that were caught in your throat come tumbling out as you clench hard around his fingers. Waves of overwhelming pleasure roll over you. It almost feels like too much. Your thighs tremble as Vessel’s fingers work you through your climax, letting up only when your foot pushes against his shoulder, trying to move away from his hand.

You lay there, trying to catch your breath, hips still twitching. Steady tears fall now, your mind and body overrun with overwhelming emotion. You feel Vessel over you now, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You blink away enough tears to see his hand wrapped around himself, greedily pumping his cock. His thumb runs over your cheek, gathering the moisture there before dragging it down your neck. He has a look of total desperation on his face.

A gravely moan comes from him as he shuts his eyes, hanging his head. His hips falter before he cums again, ropes of it painting your stomach. His hips buck wildly into his hand as low groans fall from his mouth. Your mouth hangs open slightly as you watch him.

He opens his eyes to look at you, blissed out, his chest heaving. You want to reach out and touch him but you can’t. You impatiently tug on the belt.

His reaches above you to release your hands, his thumbs massaging over the slightly raw skin, his mouth coming down to leave small kisses on your wrists. His hand wipes over your cheeks before he bends down to leave a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and finally pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

He stumbles to stand before leaving the room. Returning shortly after with a wet rag and a bottle of water. You gladly accept the water, taking a long sip as he cleans you up. He lays next to you when he’s finished, hand coming up to brush away any remaining tears from your splotchy face before pulling you close to him.

You lay your head on his chest and close your eyes, feeling exhausted. “You feeling okay?” He rubs a hand down your back. You hum and nod your head, curling around him.

He’s sure you fall asleep the minute he pulls the covers over the two of you. He lays there listening to your heavy breathing for a long while before falling asleep himself.

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Anon, you went crazy with this ask. THANK YOU

Once again, the ending lowkey sucks but that’s okay.

Hope you enjoyed 🤍

K. Bye bye.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token fic #sleep token smut #sleep token x reader #sleep token vessel #vessel sleep token #vessel x reader

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f9clementine · 16 hours

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Can u do the sixth one in the scenarios from the list u posted plss

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request, I'm sorry it took me forever to fill it! I hope this is what you were asking for! If not, please let me know!

>>>> “i think we’re always going to end up finding our way back to each other.” “that’s what i’m afraid of.”

You watched him as he hesitantly approached you, slowly as if you'd bolt if he made a sudden move.

You take a small sip of your drink, silently acknowledging to yourself that is precisely what would happen.

“Y/n,” Hyunjin says quietly, settling into the space at the bar next to you. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

You make a small noise in the back of your throat, trying to ignore how his eyes are burning into you, “I mean, you did invite me.” You don’t add on how many times you read the invitation itself, constantly changing your mind about going or how you spent the afternoon leading up to the party continually changing your outfit.

“I’m glad you came,” Hyunjin softly smiled and you watched as his fingers tightened around his drink. Your own twitched, remembering how once upon a time those same fingers would intertwine and lift yours, always followed by a fond kiss on your knuckles.

With a frown, you banished those thoughts. You don’t get to think about that anymore. You’re the one that broke his heart and ran.

You were a runner and you were always going to be a runner. You were always going to run away when things got scary, got real, when people got dangerously close to being someone you could no longer live without.

Not even the perfect Hwang Hyunjin could fix that.

“Congratulations,” is what you said instead, nodding to the artwork adorning the walls. “You deserve this. I know how hard you’ve worked to get here,” you add silently before quickly throwing more of your drink down your throat lest you say something you shouldn’t.

Like ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I miss you’.

Things he doesn’t need to hear.

“I miss you.”

You shoot your eyes to meet him, the blood in your veins suddenly frozen as you register his words. He was so much closer to you now, staring at you so intently you knew he could read you like his favorite poem. Even after all this time apart, you couldn’t hide anything from him and that was terrifying.

“You shouldn’t,” you put your drink down, standing up straight as you eyed the exits. You silently resolved to stay away this time but Hyunjin seemed to understand, grabbing your wrist before you could do what you do best: run away.

“Y/n…” He hesitated, looking around at the people milling about and having conversations that had turned into a constant background droning. “Come with me,” he didn’t give you a chance to decline, instead tugging you along behind him as he weaved through the crowded room, occasionally brandishing a polite smile and nod whenever someone stopped to compliment him but he never faltered.

He led you to a door, ushering you through it before following himself. You stepped out into what you realized was the alley behind the building, the night air cool and refreshing.

“Y/n, please,” you realized Hyunjin still held your wrist, catching your attention as his hand slid down, pressing his palm against yours before slotting his fingers between yours. You realized he was trembling and without thinking you let your own hand relax, gently grasping his own back. “Please stay.”

“Hyunjin…” You whispered, watching his eyes suddenly light up as you said his name for the first time that night. Your heart ached, knowing you were the one hurting him. “Why? Why do you keep fighting for this? For me?”

“Because I love you.” Hyunjin said simply and you watched as his lips formed a small smile, as if loving you was something that brought him happiness. “And I know you love me, even though it scares you.”

“You don’t deserve that kind of love, though.” You don’t know who you’re trying to convince more, but you can’t pull yourself away from him or from the hypnotizing way he runs his thumb over your hand.

“I’ll be the judge of what I deserve, Y/n,” his hand gently cradled your cheek, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “I think we’re always going to end up finding our way back to each other.” Hyunjin breathed.

“That's what I’m afraid of,” you interrupted.

“Because you think you’ll just hurt me more?” Hyunjin gently smiled again, his thumb brushing away a tear you didn’t realize had dropped. “You could never because I know I could follow you anywhere.”

“I’m a runner,” you tried one last time to argue. "I'll just run again."

“Yeah? Guess that means I’ll just have to keep up.”

#stray kids #stray kids drabbles #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin

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sysmedsaresexist · 3 days

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u dont gotta publish this if u dont want but ur latest post n overall journey has rlly resonated w us we* just w ayes to let u know we* r a pro endo who actually unblocked u when we* saw ur response to antimisinfo bc u said i realized the way u handled conflicts earlier in ur syscourse discussions rlly alienated u form the ppl u were now wanting contact w n thought that was v fucking insightful n mature of u (in way u just dont see on tumblr at all let alone syscourse hahaha) anyways we* will try our* best to spread the word that ur now leaning pro endo n get u unblocked n in contact w the community (not that we* have a lot of sway or anything like that hahaha we* just feel for u having a space u connected w felt safe w etc turn on u n abandon u it always sux when u realize smth meant more to u then it does to them) anyways hope r ok n doing well

@blue-bubonic I want to publish this.

It was one of the first anons to come through after I made my post, and I had just checked my activity after trying to calm down. It sent me into actual tears because of the kindness, but.

But.

Wait until you read this, my friend.

Seeing you-- specifically you yourselves-- in my inbox was such a surprise. I don't think you know the role you had in what happened.

I had actually just seen a post of yours for the first time in what felt like forever, asterisks all over all willy nilly, and I thought, I bet that fucking asshat cringe blog is going to screenshot it.

And then I stopped, and I was like.

I was that asshat.

And I'm clearly not anymore?

I'm not going to lie, it's possible you're on my blog.

And if I did that, I am so sorry. I hope and pray that I didn't. I don't want to be that person. I don't think I ever wanted to be that person, but I was.

You are a HUGE part of the reason that I made my post.

And to see you, first in line to welcome me into your community...

Bruh

Bruh*

It broke me down, not going to lie.

And then the support just started flowing in, like an actual wave that bowled me over.

I think Circ is going to make a post soon that's going to tie into this really nicely. Keep an eye out for it, maybe? It's really nice.

All that said, thank you. It was more than I deserved.

#i asked my mods what you're most well known for #and one piped up #didn't they post the medical penis in syscourse and tell antis to suck it?#please tell me that's true #where the hell was i #please tell me that you HAVEN'T grown up because that's amazing

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foolsocracy · 4 days

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Hi, hello, I’m new to your blog. I’ve made myself at home. Lovely carpet.

Can I please know more about your spider Robbie pie? Can’t seem to find the silverware.

but of course, kind anon

Spider Robbie is an au in which Robbie Robertson takes up the spider mantle after the death of the one before him. He is the third, following Ben Urich and, most notably, Peter Parker.

This au is very much canon divergence from Eyes Without a Face, where Peter makes it in time to save Robbie from his original fate but dies in the process. Peter is shot while rushing Robbie and the others out. In his panic and elation at finding Robbie physically unharmed, Peter outs himself as the Spider Man to his best friend. Robbie stays with him as he bleeds out and resolves to continue to hide Peter's identity.

Peter is buried and remains that way for... an undetermined amount of time.

Robbie is left with a mask, a jacket, and the question of just who was this other half of his friend. As he learns more of who this... Spider Man was, he gets more and more involved in the spider's cases and conflicts. Robbie gets more sure of his own abilities and makes a bit of a name for the Spider Man within his own community, though the people of Harlem are largely unaware that the appearances of a masked vigilante match the interests of one Robbie Robertson.

It is to be noted that none of these aforementioned abilities are spider-god-induced powers like Peter's. Robbie, especially at the beginning of his spidering career, leans more into Urich's role than Parker's. To me, Robbie has been passionate about the press and journalism in a way that Peter never was. For Pete, his job as a photographer and reporter was a job he took until he could get into college and study science. Robbie has a way with words and communication that Peter frankly lacks. Of course, that isn't to say that Robbie won't be kicking ass, because he will. It will just take him a bit of time to get some of those skills as he's, well, a normal guy. Not everyone can get their biology scrambled like Pete.

And just because Robbie hasn't been scrambled doesn't mean he's completely separate from all things supernatural either!

I think the marvel noir universe is at its best when there's a magical, supernatural undercurrent. This concept isn't super prevalent in the actual comics, but HoplesslyLost on ao3 has done some really cool world building with it.

I think in Robbie's case, where he would be the narrator, "magical realism" would be an interesting avenue to take it. I use this term in particular because I most closely relate it to Toni Morrison in my head, when I first learned about it through her work in high school. For Morrison, the concept was inseparable to blackness and I think for Robbie, where his blackness is so central to his character and his motivations, drawing on that could be more of a service to his character. It feels better to do that than ignore how incredibly racialized his society and story is. It will make his relationship with the spider god, Peter (who I will get to very very shortly), his community, and his own mythos as The Spider Man really interesting and complex.

So it's been established that Robbie doesn't have spider powers. And we all know that Peter did-- or should I say does. One of the spider god's abilities is to bring Peter back to life. She does this in the comics, but not in any of the runs from 2008-2010 (the runs that make up this au). When Peter dies on Ellis Island, he does not think he is coming back from that. Waking up again is a surprise.

Here's where I think the au really takes a left turn. Do I think the Spider God is purely evil and spiteful and has it out for Pete? No, not really. Will I be ramping said traits up to 11 for the au? Yeah, I guess I might. This is because I love a little bit of horror and the came back wrong trope. I will hopefully be fleshing the spider god out in the near future, but I really haven't given her the many hours of thought I have the other characters. For that I'm sorry spider god </3

Peter digs himself out of his grave, more spider than he ever has been. For much of his new, waking life he is more animalistic than not. There is clearly something wrong with him; his joints are too flexible and loose, he's got some eye-shine going on, his skin is pale and his veins are starkly dark beneath it. He's possessed. Someone is puppeteering him, someone who knows a lot-- almost everything about him, but it's clear that the someone isn't him.

And Peter--- the body, it can't be Peter. At least, that's what Robbie thinks when the figure catches his eye the first time. Because Peter is dead and buried, and he has been dead and buried for weeks.

#WOAH this is long #while still not saying much... mweh heh heh #other notes that i don't know how to add in w/out derailing the main vague explanation of the au:#the trio shifts from Peter & Robbie & MJ to Robbie & MJ & Gloria #robbie and his girl gang #and u all know me for my robbienoir shipping well.... Peter's romantic feelings for Robbie are a major point of some parts of this au #get possessed gay boy #Toni Morrison might be a bit out of left field here but I love her work so much and I actually listen to her interviews #to get a grasp on how I want robbie's language to flow. I am NOT eloquent but she has such a way w words when she just SPEAKS #her and the rapper Milo lol #i should give this a read through but im not. ill see all my mistakes tomorrow LOL #spider robbie au #spider noir #my art #peter benjamin parker #robbie robertson #ben urich #asks #anon #thanks for the ask!!!#hope you find your utensils alright

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malleleothreesome · 5 months

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YOUR MALLEUS POST IS JUST!!!!! AGDKFFLSVFL!!!! WHO KNOWS HOW MANY TIMES I RE-READ THAT THING BUT IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!!!! 😫😭👌🖤💚

I'm so late to this but thank you so much Knight!! 🖤💚🖤💚 I'm so happy you enjoyed Blindfolded Malleus... I was so excited for you to read it, and I'm very happy it lived up to the hype and anticipation!!! Truly, I am so honored and grateful that you would re-read something so long 🥹 it amazes me how supportive you are!! I hope I can continue to write things that you enjoy! One day in the [regretfully] far future I swear to you that I will put out an Idia fic just for you hehehe. I'm so overwhelmed by the amount of things I am excited to write, but I guess that is a wonderful problem to have! I only wish I had more time in the day to write, but alas, such is life. Why the fUCk am I writing so formal right now daiohssadoi;hdSAO not me saying BUT ALAS. SUCH IS LIFE????? It is so.

I'm actually taking a TWELVE DAY vacation from work starting on the 22nd so I might actually do a little request event where people can send me like kink prompts or something. I think that'll be fun!

Okay and FINE I'll do some fluff prompts too for the fluff people but please don't judge my fluff too harshly, I'm still learning!!! For some reason smut just comes naturally dhaDSAHIDDASijdsan I'll start gathering some prompts and we will do a little ask game or something.

📣 By the way FELLOW HONEST THIGH RIDING ANON if you SEE this first of all, ONCE AGAIN: I wish to express my undying devotion to you and your exceptional thought process. I am positively frothing at the mouth over your request and I am PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE I am finally making good progress and it WILL be out soon. We WILL make him cum in his pants. We WILL make him cry, whimper, and moan.

#sorry knight i took over your ask to make a desperate PSA for my hero: fellow honest thigh riding anon #ILYSM KNIGHT THANK U FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#does my millennial show when I key smash #as someone born in 96 i am actually right on the cutoff for millennial and gen z #so i choose to identify with whoever is getting the best press at the time #just kidding im sorry gen z i can't relate to yall at all...#i still like ugg boots and my hair will forever be side parted #most of my millennial cringe comes from being a tumblr user between 2010 and 2014 #it is engrained #the cool thing about getting older (young people heed my words):#i am unbully-able (and one day you will be too)#you simply cannot make me feel bad about doing things i like to do and enjoying things that make me happy #take pride in what you enjoy and don't let societal norms stop you #also you don't have to worry about getting bullied anyway because adults literally don't do that to each other #everyone in their mid 20s and beyond have learned to stop caring about what other people do for their own enjoyment #because like... lets be real... seeing and learning about what makes people happy... is super cool. the world needs more happiness #this is also a call out: if your friends or online spaces make you feel bad about your interests... gtfo of there #thats not the norm. curate your spaces for what makes you feel good!!!#your 20s are shit enough without so much negativity during the times you are supposed to be relaxed and surrounded by loved ones #this post was made by ugg boot gang #‧͙+ ̊*・༓☾ Erica Answers ☽༓・* ̊+‧͙

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chuluoyi · 4 months

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HIII CHULUOYI I just wanted to say that my knees are BEGGING to be raised from the groung cuz THE HEARTBREAK!!! THE LATE REALISATION!! HOSPITALS!! 😫😫😫

I love love LOVE how you translated Megumi's selflessness into a self-denial if he would be in a relationship! Like 😭😭😭😭 why Megumi WHYY?! You're making it seem like breaking up with reader is doing her a favor!! And now look where we are now!! THE HOSPITAL!!

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO TAKE ANOTHER BOY AND THE READER TO ALMOST DIE FOR YOU TO OPEN UP!?!?

You write angst so well omg Chu!!! Stop breaking my hearttttttt!!!!

LOL the way you addressed me by full name 😭 and omgg you, along with that manyyy people leaving comments for lover's quarrel, have me floored!!🥹 honestly i didn't expect it to get much love bc i know megumi fics aren't as devoured as gojo fics here so i'm sososo happy !! <3

i always think megumi has this unhealthy tendency to self-sacrifice (wait this is actually canon, mahoraga at every inconvenience🥲), bc of many things happening to him (toji being gone, tsumiki's curse). i feel like he always thinks he doesn't deserve the best, even more so when he realizes that he can't give you what he thinks you need, so that's why he'll willingly give you away

aw did i break your heart? good🤭 *hides and runs away~*

#THANK U for your kind words anon omg #you don't know how meaningful it is for me!!#—chu’s mailbox 📬

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aseuki · 7 months

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Hello! I'm going around the Kirby community trying to spread positivity wherever I can! I know you post more than just Kirby, but I just wanted to drop by and say that both have been a joy to follow and I'm always happy to see your work on my dash! Wishing you all the best! Please do take care, and have a wonderful day!

aaaa thank you for the kind words anon??? It means a lot that you enjoy my work, and I hope you enjoy the many more to come!!

#qna #I've been dead in the water bc of school so this was v nice to see in my inbox!!#ty!!!#I have so so many kirby wips you have no idea I just need to #uh #finish them SKDJSFSDFN #it will happen I swear!!#Very Excited to share them when they're done!!#bless u anon for going around the kirb community I've been seeing your kind words for every1 else and it's so very sweet you're doing that!#the world needs more positivity thank you for your service o7

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yummycrummy · 1 year

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Your drawings scratch at that little itty bitty itch in my brain that craves wholesome dhmis content/ affectionate

🥺💞 awee..good, good >:D thats what I'm going for

#but thank u kind anon <3 #ur words mean alot to me rn ❤#sometimes i dont think i should even post my art on here but then i remember that ppl care #and youre one of them #so thank you <:]#have a 🧁#asks #srry went on a small ramble

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eggyrocks · 2 months

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Hi!!!

They're officially calloused hands!!! That's all you honestly it's a sick name that you came up with!! Also 🥺🥺 I'm screenshotting that announcement and keeping it as a pick me up 🥺😭

The series was so so good!! I feel like it's so hard to explore characters deeply with that format but you do it so well every time!!! Hope you're happy with it and had loads of fun!!!

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹thank you so much im 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 character development in the is format is such a challenge its so different from writing prose and im so so happy it comes across

#thank you so much for your kind words ily #ask #i’m calling u hi anon #hi anon #calloused hands

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inkykeiji · 2 months

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Alastor? Dead dove?

PLEASE PLEASE IVE NEVER BEEN THIS EXCITED FOR ANYTHING IN MY LIFFEEEE PLEASE PLEASE PEASE PLEASE PLEASE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

YES YES YES anon!!!!! Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ i’m so happy ur excited eeeee i cannot wait to share it with u guys!!! it’s really disgusting and it involves a lot of blood and biting and ummm eating

i just feel like alastor is quite literally the perfect character to write dead dove for so like!!! it just makes sense ( ◡‿◡ *)

#it’s not vore tho #cAN U GUESS WHAT IT IS >:)#i feel like this is a pretty decent hint but c;#i have like 800 words written right now #so!!! :D #hope ur having a good day anon bb #thank you so much for sharing your excitement with me!!! eeeeee!!!#pls stay safe n stay hydrated #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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pawbeanies · 2 months

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mm thinking about helping your highness get ready. going to your chambers to wake you up, cooing softly at how messy your hair is, and helping you up out of bed. picking your clothes out and helping you get dressed, softly praising you about how regal you look. I'd make an offhand comment about how you wear whatever I pick like a dog wears his collar and click my tongue. you hear me, but I wave you off and direct your attention to breakfast. setting your food on the table in front of you and telling you to be a good boy and eat your food, clicking my tongue. again, you question me, and again, I wave you off. that continues all day. I help you with something, praise and click, and then move on before you think too much about it. eventually, you subconsciously begin to anticipate the clicks and associate them with me serving and praising you. one day, I notice you struggling with some work and decide that you're in need of a break. so, i come up behind you and rub your shoulders. i tell you that you've been working so hard, click. you've been such a good prince, tending to your responsibilities, click. on and on i go, gradually pulling you away from your work and closer to me. at this point, even if you don't know what to expect from me getting on my knees, your body does; to be serviced.

- 🌹

whining?? whining??? mean??? MEAN??

hi hii thank you for the ask but hgh this one's so mean. i'm not squirming at the thought of being spoiled and praised and clicker trained by my very good dog. nope not at all.

hh. my brain has been melting at this one for a bit and i cannot think of WORDS but. the concept is so good i think like !! even just the. bit about taking care of me in the morning is soo. i may be a prince but i am also a pupy... i'm not much of a morning person so i'm sure i'd be extra pliant too... going along with it without much fuss

i would be confused at first of course but you take such good care of me that i'd simply just get used to it with no need for too many questions. i wouldn't think about it too hard.. there's so many other things for me to think about after all. not even realizing i'm getting used to it and anticipating it.... clicker training your prince is!! very mean and cruel but also. maybe i am. a dumb dog at heart too so it would be so easy.. anticipating the clicks not unlike how i anticipate these asks and get. so excited when i see the rose at the end i mean what who said that?

hgh. by the time you'd actually be able pull me away from work i'd be so desperate for it. squirming in my chair and whining a little bit because my body is expecting it even though my brain hasn't caught up yet. but since you made this happen you'd better take responsibility and take good care of me (please..)

#asks..?!?!?!#🌹 anon #gasped and whined a little out loud at this one i am not above admitting that #gasped and whined and buried my face in the pillows and rolled around UGH #crumbling to dust i dont even know if these Words Make Sense my brain is somewhere else at the moment #hiding back under the blanket. uwe #just the first bit about taking care of me in the morning will fuel my Thoughts for a while i think.....#like the. wearing what you pick out and being cooed at and told to be a good boy i will EXPLODE into five hundred billion pieces. thank u #im too spoiled i fear ........ youre spoiling me too muchh....#actually i havent thought. That Much abt clickers in comparison to like other stuff but hgh hh. hh #its reslly good. its really good. disappearing back under the covers #in a slightly unrelated tangent i think my writing is like so different depending on if my beain is there or Not like #this is clearly no brain writing bc its INCOHERENT but

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lunariarts · 5 months

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Congratulations on making your first shepherds pie! I'm almost certain it's cold where you live and that's just the kind of dish you need to keep yourself warm and well fed for the winter. You can't win locals if you don't eat! 💖

it has actually been like really really cold the past few days. It's winter in canada, but still. just how windy it is alone has been wild. The shepards pie turned out really well and I'm v proud of it thank u anon :3

Also wow it has been so long since my last time going I need to go to locals more in the new year, just got so busy with all the everything ough

#im normally very cold resistant im built like an indoor heater #once gave a boyfriend heat exhaustion because we fell asleep cuddling. seriously he woke up feeling so sick because i was way too warm #but it has been nasty! i dont have any good winter gear despite living here because i normally dont need it #but the winds have been so strong and it just goes right through my hoodies #thank u for the kind words anonnn as alwaysss <3 #if youre ever in my neck of the woods and hungry let me know ill cook for you anytime :3c #ask #anon

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httpiastri · 6 months

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Hiii love!

How are you doing? It's been ages again 🫣

I went ice skating again today for the first time in years, and even though I am exhausted now and my legs hurt I had so much fun and I was actually still able to skate pretty well! Very proud of myself for that haha

Also, the Vegas Race... I'll probably be able to watch it, even though it's so goddamn early in the morning and I am so excited because its gonna be such a shitshow!

Pitlane Exit onto the hairpin, cold tyres, almost no corners, that weird sphere thing in the background... It's Gonna be interesting! I just hope noone gets hurt or anything, because I actually do expect half the grid to dnf. Hopefully not any favs though!!

(what if max dnfs then Lando win in Las Vegas babyyyy) (definetly Not happening but a girl can dream)

Life has been good to me, I can't believe it's almost December already! I will fly home for Christmas to see my family and I am really excited for it, got almost all the Christmas present already even though usually I am awfull at this (expect my mom, because I always wanna get her something extra special because she does so much and I never find anything good enough 😭)

Are you good with presents? I am always terrified they will hate what I chose... Meh.

Anyways, I hope you have a fun time watching the race if you can and had a good week!

(also, the Lando/Oscar aftercare?? As always, chefs kiss! I will never get tired of your storys...)

-✨

love!!! hello!!!!!

it sure has been ages, i've missed you! happy to hear that you've been good <3 ice skating! that's so much fun!! i had practically never ice skated before 2020 but i tried it once with a friend and i was hooked. haven't done it in a while tho 💔 maybe this winter!

did u end up getting up in the morning to watch? lowkey hope u didn't considering what happened to lando 😭 but then again, it's not much better to wake up to the news that he's in the hospital... i woke up at 8 to just watch macau and then that was just as much of a shitshow lol! sad that i didn't wake up to watch osc all the way since he had such a good run. im actually surprised at how good las vegas was compared to the expectations... i didn't look too hard but i didn't see the sphere thing too much 🤣 it should've played the inchident video to celebrate lestappen podium 🙏

so happy it's almost december and christmas! the best time of the year 🤭 i'm glad you'll have time to go home and spend the holidays with your family, you deserve a good break <3<3 i think i'm quite alright with presents if i know the person well, but otherwise it's so hard.... not only do we barely even celebrate christmas in my family (it breaks my heart since it's my favorite holiday......), but we're especially bad at gift giving lol! we usually just don't make a big deal out of it. suits me kinda well tho because receiving presents can make me kinda uncomfy 😶

awe love i hope you have a good week too!! come back soon again 💓

#also thank you for your kind words 🥺#so so sweet #so thankful that you still read 🫶#love u !#hope everything continues to go smoothly for you <3<3 #✨!#asks!#anon!

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