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exalok · 22 days
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What Resembles The Grave
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Then the assassin says, "I don't know where to go from here." At first Corvo thinks one of the Whalers must have snuck into the room, that maybe this is a coded message, that that's why it makes so little sense—but no. It's just him, and the assassin on his knees. "I don't know how to change this," he adds. It sounds as drained as Corvo feels. "I've tried... everything I could think of. Nothing worked. This is how it always ends."
i've cursed them with a time loop :)
time folded in over itself! two people folding in around each other! the ravages of grief and memory! the chase! the escape! the inevitable return!
also featuring: the miracle of growing old, one (1) very good dog of no consequence, and a little bit of colonialism
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captainimprobable · 24 days
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“No problem,” she says, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear, “My name’s Charlie by the way.”
“I’m-” you’re about to say “Vaggie” with a soft “G”, because that’s who you’ve always been.  But you really don’t want to introduce yourself to this girl with a name that sounds like a body part, and besides, you’ve always hated your name.
“I’m Vaggie,” you say, pronouncing it the way you’ve always wanted to.
Something inside you loosens unexpectedly.   ~ Baby's first Hazbin fic! The story of Charlie and Vaggie's first meeting! Multi chapter!
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kicksnscribs · 1 month
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One of my favorite, favorite things out of the Spare AU is the inclusion of Midgar and by extension the Turks and how they interact with the Chocobros
Idk just the concept of Reno and Rude harassing them randomly while they are out on missions is so fun to write about and i can see the scenes where Nejry washes up on the shores of Midgar after the aftermath of Leviathan's fury (not to mention the scene where she reunites with the boys after joining the two turks breifly) so vividly that im trying not to drop everything and just draw that chapter right now
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thecaseforblackrep · 9 months
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catsofyore · 1 month
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A greeting for negligent penpals and procrastinating authors. Postcard from my collection, 1911.
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austin from texas:
if you're out there: you bought a custom calligraphy card and didn't fill me in on any information on what you want it to say/what ink colour/what hand
if you're out there lemme know what you'd like written!!!!
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tojisun · 7 months
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thinking about the way jake smothers your moans with his hand. the way he hears the sound of your whimpers swelling, the pitch of your voice rising – slipping past gritted teeth until they fill up the space – before jake finally decides to cover your mouth with his big palm.
“shh,” he whispers, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips. “not too loud, sweetheart.”
the gruff of his voice and the sudden display of his dominance makes you clamp down on him, your tight walls milking his cock for all he’s worth. jake hisses in pleasure, his eyes narrowing at the unexpected reaction he pulled from you.
“fuckin’ hell, baby,” he grunts, bucking his hips up and thrusting his cock deeper into you. you choke on your moan, your dripping cunt leaking even more as you go cross-eyed, teetering into your orgasm.
jake laughs, the sound coming out so mean even as he gazes at you lovingly. “y’like it when i smother you like this? y’like feeling helpless in my arms?”
you whine, clawing at his back amidst your tears, not knowing how to answer. well, not even needing to.
“oh, yeah, you do,” he mumbles, nosing at your damp forehead and breathing you in. he ruts his cock along your walls, the blunt head of it kissing the entrance of your cervix – fuckfuckfuck!
jake nips the shell of your ear, huffing a fond laugh at hearing another of your stifled whimpers, before murmuring, “don’t worry baby, i love you like this too – fuckin’ putty and incoherent all ‘cus of my cock.” then, he presses a soft kiss on your cheek before straightening back up with a sardonic grin.
fuck-
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heiayen · 4 months
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so, when i die, which i must do - neuvillette x gn!reader
summary: "how unfortunate it was, that the later you longed for… never came. not how you wished for it to do." of fate's cruel joke and tragedy
tags: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, braiding neuvie's hair!! fluff/angst. reader gets shot but it isn't described in details. not proofread
notes: i don't know how to write neuvillette. alsooo at first it was meant to just be a fluffy fic of braiding neuvie's hair but thanks to écrin network yall are getting angst <3 and yes. the title is mitski lyrics
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Every morning, you would wake up early to braid Neuvillette's hair.
It started as something small at first, as hushed morning conversations in bed, with your fingers lazily braiding a strand of his hair. It was always sloppy, a little out of shape and you would always unbraid it before he would leave the bed— and you back to sleep, but… it was here. Always was here, a quiet declaration of your love for him.
Only with time did it evolve into actual braids. You remembered clearly this one time when you woke up in surprisingly good spirits and with the sudden urge to properly braid his hair.
He didn't refuse, because how could he? Seeing the shine in your eyes as you asked him, his only choice was to say yes.
He looked beautiful, you remembered.
The braid wasn't perfect, no, far from it even. One of the three strands was a little thicker than the other, the shape was a little off at the end but, really, you just woke up minutes ago and were running on nothing but pure will and adoration for this man. You'd make a perfect braid for him later, you said to yourself.
And as your hands moved to brush your fingers through the strands to free his hair from the plait, he stopped you.
He wanted to wear it for the rest of the day, you remembered him saying. That he didn't care about it not being perfect.
It was yours and it made you happy.
He looked so beautiful, smiling softly at you.
That day marked the beginning of your little tradition of braiding his hair every morning, and today was no different, accompanied by your rambling about the upcoming day.
"…wish I could sleep longer today, though. Right after I am done with the fighting, I will go to your office and take a nap there."
Today was an important day for you. You were one of the Champion Duelists, known for your elegant, but efficient swordplay, and today you had a duel to win. You were confident in your skills and, if anything, more worried for the man who challenged you. He didn't seem like someone adept at swords enough to win, but if he wished to fight for his honor, then it was his choice.
"You are welcome to do as you wish, love. But be careful during the duel." Came his reply in a low voice, with traces of morning sleepiness evident in his tone, "I don't want anything to happen to you."
You appreciated his concern despite your confidence. It made warmth bloom somewhere inside you, as you continued gently brushing his long hair.
"Only Clorinde surpasses my skills as a fighter, there's no reason for you to worry about me." You said softly, finally putting the brush away and starting to part his hair, "But no matter, I will be careful either way."
You leaned to peck his cheek before you went back to braiding. You and Neuvillette talked about mundane things for the rest of it. You shared your plans for the rest of the day, how you planned to meet up with Clorinde in the afternoon, feed her some good desserts or just food because, archons, you two finally managed to find a moment of free time to meet up and talk and you wouldn't pass on the occasion to share your favorite sweets and other dishes, no.
When you were finally finished, you tied it with his usual ribbon and moved from your place behind him to get up from bed. You stood in front of him, smiling.
"It's all done!" You clapped your hands and gestured at Neuvillette with your hands, "You can now go and do your important court duties, dove."
A small chuckle slipped past his lips and he reached out to hold your hands, tug you a little closer to him.
"Thank you, love." He got up and placed a gentle kiss on each of your hands, for your hard work, "I'll be waiting for you to come later."
You wished the later could come faster and that today wasn't so busy for you both. How you wished to spend the entire day with just him, his loving embrace, and the blooming warmth in your chest.
"Me too."
How unfortunate it was, that the later you longed for… never came. Not how you wished for it to do.
In all of your confidence you failed to notice the conspiracy, the tragedy brewing behind the shadows. You took your safety for granted, believing you wouldn't get hurt because why? You were so good at it, and the man who challenged you barely seemed to know how to hold his blade and–
Maybe that was your undoing. The damned self-confidence that prevented you from understanding what was really happening before it was too late.
Only when someone yelled in the crowd, the defeated man smiled wickedly at you from the ground, only when your eyes met the gun's barrel did you realize that your safety never was granted, and that being the Iudex's lover had its price one you didn't wish to pay any soon.
He was your beloved, your Neuvillette in the warm embrace of your arms and at home. Your lover, for whom you would do anything, even if it meant waking up early just to braid his hair and sleepily mumble into his shoulder, your fingers doing the job on their own but in people's eyes you were one of the Champion Duelists, someone important to the Iudex of Fontaine, a playing card in a greater scheme of revenge.
Right.
Before you could react, the bullet hit its goal and you fell to the ground, gasping in shock and scowling in pain. You stared at the man who shot you before someone came and dragged him away, another person trying to move you away, but you could already feel your consciousness slowly slipping away from you.
You weren't ready to pay with your life for simply loving, and yet the decision was made for you.
Your lips parted as you tried to say your lover's name before losing consciousness but you barely managed to utter it, light as a whisper and as lovely as a prayer.
Oh, no.
You didn't want to leave him. Not yet, not anytime soon, not at all, not before spending an eternity with him. Was it foolish to wish for it? To wish for something impossible, yet something your heart longed for?
You wanted to braid his hair again, get all the rainbow roses and other flowers, and ribbons, and weave it into the strands. You wanted to kiss him once more, share your favorite desserts, and talk about your day to him, sleep peacefully knowing he was next to you, knowing that you were–
To think about it, you never were safe, not with how fate loved cruel jokes and tragedy.
Someone's warm, gloved hand cupped your cheek and soon, you could feel the first drops of rain on your skin. You wanted to speak an apology into his palm, but you didn't have enough strength for it anymore.
It seemed the rain wouldn't stop for a long time.
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heartbreak-sandwich · 5 months
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The first time Billy concedes to anyone, it's to you.
He snapped, and he yelled at you, and he's already sorry, but he doesn't know how to make those words tumble out from behind his gritted teeth into the stale, quiet air.
Here, in his Camaro, parked outside of your house, he grips the steering wheel hard enough to make his knuckles turn white as he steeps in his own shame bordering on self hatred. He's still sorry, but he's battling his own carefully curated stubbornness, so he just listens to your staggered breathing as tears slip down your cheeks, and he knows that every second of silence is another lost chance.
You couldn't speak. You just stared straight ahead. He yelled at you over something so stupid, and you were embarrassed and hurt. You didn't want to make things worse by starting conversations, and you were almost sure this was it. When you get out of his car, it will be for the last time.
Billy sucked in a deep breath and sighed it out as his grip on the steering wheel loosened, and he finally looked over to you. You didn't meet his eyes, still staring straight ahead, quiet tears still streaming.
"Hey," he says, his voice level and husky. "I didn't mean what I said." You still stared straight ahead. That wasn't an apology, and you still didn't have anything to say. Billy sighed again and rested a hand on your thigh.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you," he offers, his eyes becoming more focused on you as you continued to stare into the night through the windshield. "Please talk to me."
You took a deep breath and shook your head slowly, overanalyzing every action in the last few moments before he exploded, wondering if there was anything you possible could have done differently to avoid the current situation.
"I'm sorry," he finally says. He means it - you can tell. You rest a hand on top of his and meet his eyes as he reaches up with his free hand to catch another falling tear. "I'm sorry," he repeats, the words sounding more solid this time.
You nod slowly and lean over the center console into his shoulder. He holds you until your breathing evens out, softly petting your hair and whispering his apology over and over. He didn't have to, but he wanted to. He knew he was wrong for what he had done, and the more he said it, the easier it was to say.
He shuts his eyes, and holds you tighter, and hopes with his whole heart that he can fix himself - that he can stop standing in his own way. He doesn't know exactly what's wrong with him. All he knows is he doesn't want to ruin the only thing that's mattered to him since he was ten years old.
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cerise-on-top · 1 month
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Hiii! Have a great day!
How about Ghost, Valeria, and Price with a close friend who is a professional boxer? Imagine asking them to practice/train with you n stuff
Unrelated, what's your favorite color?
Hello! Thank you! I hope you have a great day as well! My favorite color would be either a nice purple or a nice pink! I just really love both colors, so it's hard for me to choose!
Price, Ghost and Valeria with a Boxer!Friend
Price: He’s not a boxer per se himself, but he can bust out a few moves if he needs to. He’s had his own boxing matches with the enemy from time to time, so he can definitely pack a very mean punch if he wanted to. Thinks it’s very cool that you’re a professional boxer and definitely supports you however he can. As he knows plenty of people, he can probably arrange a friendly match between you and someone he knows so you can get some practice in with all kinds of people. However, you’re more than welcome to ask him for some sparring as well, he’ll laugh but won’t turn you down. But beware, he won’t go down easily either. He’s a captain, he has his pride and wants you to know that he’s not just some goon you can pick off and defeat just like that. And he will give it his all. He’s fairly bulky and, due to his profession, can take quite a lot. Might fake mock you from time to time, asking you if that’s really all that you’ve got. Doesn’t hold back in the slightest, the fact that you’re his good friend doesn’t matter too much to him at that moment. While he sort of does hope that you’ll win, he won’t make it easy for you. Price has very quick reflexes and could dodge you somewhat easily, but you will be able to get a good hit or two in as well. Very proud of you when you do beat him, regardless of whether you’re able to do so on your first try or if it took you several times. After every match with him he’ll take you out for a drink, one that is on him, and gives you pointers on how he thinks you could do better. He just really wants you to thrive and do well as a boxer so you can rise almost effortlessly. He knows it’s hard, but he’s with you all the way and will support you however he can.
Ghost: He used to box for fun when he was a bit younger. It definitely wasn’t too long ago, so he still knows how to box somewhat well. Ghost is a bit stronger than Price physically, so taking a punch from him would definitely hurt, but that’s just him showing you that he loves and appreciates you: By not holding back in the slightest. He can take a lot, so I’m wishing you good luck as you train with him, it’s definitely not easy taking him down. You can train with him just about whenever he has the time, though, he really doesn’t mind. In fact, he quite likes it when you ask him to train with you, it makes him feel as though he’s a trusted friend of yours. He may not be as quick as Price, but his reflexes are still cat-like. Sometimes, he has to spar like that with Soap still, so he still knows what he’s doing since the sergeant is very persistent in matters like those. Ghost is quick, focused and his punches are very calculated, he can take down and defeat just about anyone crossing his path. Besides, you’re a professional, surely you won’t go down so easily when it comes to someone who shouldn’t be on your level, right? Gives you pointers as well during your matches. He means well, but he also just wants to piss you off and break your concentration like that a bit. However, a fight with him is entirely fair. Ghost knows the rules and knows them well, so he won’t do anything out of the ordinary. Besides, he’ll check up on you after the match, regardless of who won out of the two of you. You are a good friend of his, you should be doing well at all times, Ghost can take care of himself too, after all. Like Price, he’ll take you out for a drink or two afterwards. However, if he’s not on deployment, he’ll try to go to some of your matches as well, when he can. He’d love to see you in action against a proper opponent.
Valeria: She’s probably tried to hire you since you’re very good at what you do, but you said no every time, so she gave up eventually. While she will still hint at wanting you to work for her, she can understand why you’d say no, your job is much more honest than hers, after all. Valeria has a certain appreciation for your boxing, thinking it to be rather cool. You can defend yourself in close combat, if it comes down to it, so she really doesn’t have to worry about you as much as other people. Like Price, she knows plenty of people. In fact, if you want to go up against some celebrities, she could probably pull some strings and have something arranged. It’s amusing to her, watching two people beat each other up in the name of sports. Will watch your matches as well when she can, you are her dear friend, after all. You can ask her, too, to fight you, and she likely won’t say no to that. If she has the time, that is, and is in the right mood for it as well. She doesn’t have nearly as much experience boxing as Ghost or Price do, but she can hold her own if it comes down to it. While she may not be as powerful as the other two, she will turn a match of regular boxing into kickboxing. She knows she shouldn’t, but as soon as it looks like you’re about to win she’ll do whatever she can to turn the tides. Her kicks are very powerful, so it’s not like she doesn’t know what she’s doing either. You need to nag a lot at her for the both of you to have a proper match without kicking on her behalf. If you’re having a regular match then it’s not that unlikely for her to just lose. She doesn’t have a lot of experience in the field of boxing since she prefers ranged weapons over melee. She’ll sulk a bit if you do beat her, but won’t hold it against you. If anything, she might challenge you out of her own will again just so she can beat you at some point. Such a thing is important to her.
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exalok · 2 months
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Bite the Hand
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It's not about the killing. It's about the satisfaction on Attano's face, when he's done sponging off the filth. The gleam in his eye and the curve to his mouth like he knows something Daud doesn't. What does he think he's looking at, in that moment? A sword isn't less a sword when it's not hilt-deep in guts. A mountain of corpses isn't less a mountain of corpses when it's dumped where the living won't see. The rot in him would take more carving than he could survive to clear out. All Attano's doing is papering it over.
WOE. DAUD ANGSTING BE UPON YE
(yes i will reuse this meme until everyone is begging me to stop. and then i will continue anyway)
featuring: daud dealing with emotions he can hardly figure out let alone manage, a series of assumptions and bad decisions, nobody really getting what they want, and a mostly hopeful conclusion (mileage may vary)
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captainimprobable · 6 months
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@triforcegods asked for Veesha, specifically Masha reflecting on how cool it is that their girlfriend is a basilisk. This is what I came up with. Hope you like it!!! ~
Masha may already be late, but that will not stop them from getting their girlfriend flowers.  
Usually they’d go to the actual florist, but time is not on their side right now, so Trader Joe’s it is.  They sidle up to the register with a bouquet in their hand, and the cashier smiles.
“Those for anyone special?”
“My girlfriend,” Masha says proudly, and then, because of who they are as a person, adds “She’s a basilisk.”
The cashier’s face transforms into one of polite incredulity.
“I’m sorry?”
“She’s a basilisk,” Masha repeats, taking their change from the counter.
“Oh, okay,” the cashier says, accepting this because it’s retail and she’s heard weirder.
But Masha isn’t done.
“That’s right, she’s so cool, and she can shapeshift into a human being.  She also eats magic for breakfast!”
“Sure,” the cashier says with a shrug.
Masha gives them a wide smile, takes the flowers back, and leaves the store.
They check their watch.  Yep, still late.
They only have a few blocks to go, though, so it’s fine.  Plus, Vee doesn’t care, and it’s not like they’re going anywhere special.  They’re planning on playing video games all day while snacking on popcorn and tarot cards respectively.
Goddess, it’s so cool that Vee eats tarot cards.  Literally everything about Vee is cool, from her nose piercing to her basilisk form.  She’s so powerful, and could probably take Masha in a fight, but she never would, and that’s one of the things Masha loves most about her.  She’s a powerful magical being, and she’s chosen humanity and love over power and fighting.
Masha knows Vee still loves her old home.  It’s not so easy to leave the place where you grew up, no matter how scary it is. But now that she can go back and forth between realms, she’s much happier.  She spends most of her time here with Masha, but she has taken them to the Demon Realm a couple times, and man is it cool.
Masha walks up to the Noceda house, smoothing their hair down absentmindedly.  After checking to make sure all the flowers are still in the bouquet, they knock on the door.
They hear footsteps approaching, and they feel butterflies in their stomach, but when the door opens it’s just Vee’s sister.  
Luz leans against the door frame, blocking the way in.
“Masha,” she says seriously, which is alarming, because Luz is rarely serious.
“Hi,” Masha replies, not sure what to say.
“Just what are your intentions with Vee?”
Masha tries not to laugh.  “Luz, we’ve been dating for three years, I think you know  my intentions.”
“That does not answer the question.”
“Oh my god Luz, cut it out!”  Vee appears behind her sister, wearing an annoyed grimace.  As soon as she sees Masha though, her eyes light up.
“Hey Masha, come on in.  Just push past her, pretend she’s not here.”
“Hey!” Luz complains, but Vee is already reaching over and pulling Masha into the house.
“Don’t think this is over,” Luz calls as the two of them head to the living room, “I’ll be back with a warrant!”
“That makes no sense,” Vee calls back.  She leads Masha to the couch, but before they can even sit down, Masha swoops in and kisses her cheek.
“What was that for?” Vee asks.
“You’re just the best,” Vee says simply, “Now ready for me to kick your ass at Mario Kart?”
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qcomicsy · 11 months
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I must be so fucking annoying be Robin in Gotham because everyone fucked your dad and they cannot stop talking about the fact they fucked your dad and the ones do didn't (joker) can't stop talking about it how much they want to.
But your dad is Batman so you think, "well at least when I'm not in costume I can have peace right?" but your wrong because you dad when is out of costume is also fucking Bruce Wayne.
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thecaseforblackrep · 9 months
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b1mbodoll · 5 months
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everytime i think of omorashi, i thought of you bae (not in a bad way at all but bcs i know you're into it) so was thinking of you were hanging out with jake and friends and you told him you need to pee but he told you to stay put and hold it as long as you can but he's so mean :( he kept pressing you lower tummy making your pee trickle out to your panties over the time
p/s: writing this scenario with you as the y/n bcs I believe in you having the cutest reaction while having your blader pressed (i hope this is not weirding you out)
pairings: jake sim x f! reader
warnings: omorashi + exhibitionism + humiliation + jayhoon are there and they watch you
💌: omg im so honored to be the face of omorashi fics :D i’m sorry this is so short n not very good but i just had to write smth bc i love this <3 and it’s not weird!!! idk im kinda honored :3
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jakey is so the type to make you hold it T_T he doesn’t care if you get all teary eyed and beg for permission because his favorite thing ever is humiliating his sweet girl.
if you ask for permission while out with friends he tells you no firmly and the tone in his voice leaves no room to disobey. makes you squeeze your thighs together and purposely gets you glass after glass of your drink when you all sit down to eat somewhere. he wraps an arm around your waist and presses down on your bladder softly at first, fleeting touches and slight bumps to make you shiver.
when you start getting a little too needy and too full, he starts getting mean. presses down hard and forces you to drink more while he does it, laughing to himself when you let out soft whine and drop your head in shame as sunghoon and jay nearly break their necks to look at you, their cocks stiffening softly because of the slutty little noises escaping you.
“look at ‘em, princess,” jake orders, placing a hand under your chin and making you stare back at the boys, unshed tears glazing your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. “don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, i think they like seein’ you like this.” teases jake, his hand still pressing against your tummy causing some of your pee to leak out onto your panties and your eyes to squeeze shut, wetness staining your face as you cry.
jay and hoon remain quiet as they watch jake belittle you, sunghoon swallowing thickly and jay shifting in his seat when they hear your sobs and watch your jeans grow damp, eyes locked on the wet spot growing larger the more their friend torments you.
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xxrrisxx · 12 days
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe
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