let us bang

THINK TO ME, LIKE LOVERS DO –  3.4k


“Come on, Derek, just let us in, okay? We can’t help you if you don’t let us in!”

Scott banged on the loft door again, the metallic clank echoing around the spacious room, but Derek did not get up to open it. Instead he stayed pressed against the wall of windows, as far away as he could possibly get.

“How would that possibly help, Scott?” he called back. “The closer you are, the worse it gets!”

Even from this distance he could still hear whispers, brushing up against his mind, thankfully indistinct enough to be ignored for the moment. Earlier, in the sorcerer’s lair, the voices had been loud and persistent and completely inescapable at close range. This was better. Obviously it wasn’t a perfect solution, but at least he was no longer hearing things he didn’t want to hear.

Normally, Derek liked to think of himself as a cautious person. Maybe not in all aspects of his life, but on the whole Derek prefered to think before he acted and thereby not act in stupid ways. So what the hell he had been thinking toying with unidentified magical artefacts found in the home of the malicious sorcerer they had spent a week tracking down and eliminating, he couldn’t say. Judging by the suddenly-audible thoughts of everyone around him in the moment the pendant had started glowing and whistling, he hadn’t been thinking at all.

So now here he was, behind the locked door of his loft, hiding from anyone and everyone whose mind he might involuntarily invade. Because that was his luck.

“We need to figure out what exactly is going on,” Scott argued in that annoyingly reasonable tone of his. “If Deaton can determine what curse it is—if it’s even a curse! It might not be! But if he can do that, then he can work on reversing it. But he can’t do that from all the way out here.”

Derek gritted his teeth against a snarl. He didn’t want to be within a mile of anyone else right now. He didn’t want to hear what other people thought of him; he had long had his suspicions on that matter, and the last thing he needed was confirmation of those depressing facts. But Scott had a point. If he didn’t want to live the rest of his miserable life as an unwilling telepath, Deaton was his best shot.

“Fine,” he bit out. “But for the love of all that is holy, Scott, try to keep your mind off Allison.

The mental images Derek had from the ten seconds between the onset of the curse and when everyone else had realized what was happening had scarred him for life.

With every step he took toward the door, the voice in Derek’s ear got that much louder, strangely light and insubstantial in a way that was hard to define but made it obvious even without seeing Scott’s closed mouth that the words weren’t being spoken out loud.

I don’t think about Allison that much, do I? Just because her hair smells good and she was wearing that shirt today with the — like the blue one better, it makes her look like — probably stay over at her place tonight if her dad doesn’t try to shoot me again — need to take milk home to mom, though, don’t forget —

Derek yanked open the door and immediately backed away, hoping that even a few feet would make the thoughts less demanding. He was thoroughly caught off guard to see Deaton standing quietly at Scott’s side; he couldn’t hear a single thought from the man. When Derek turned his attention on him, he just got a very strong impression of a brick wall.

Deaton smiled that cryptic little smile of his, like he was the one reading minds now.

“A mental block,” he said. “A technique for shielding the mind, perfected through years of practice and meditation.”

“Like Occlumency?” Derek asked.

“Not unlike it,” Deaton said easily. “Sadly, not something that can be picked up by novices in a few hours.”

Well, there went his last hope.

Derek let himself be tugged down onto his own couch by Deaton and sent up a prayer of thanks when Scott took the hint to not crowd him. That didn’t stop him from catching stray thoughts— really should get some curtains or something, this place is depressing — smells like sad in here, god, I hate chemosignals —but it was better than a constant deluge of them.

There was some poking and prodding, some following the light exercises, and some sort of obscure, extrasensory magical goings-on before Deaton sat back with another almost-reassuring smile.

“It’s not a permanent spell,” he said, “nor a complex one. However, it is one that requires the source to be destroyed.”

“The source?” Derek asked. “The sorcerer is already dead. Why am I still being subjected to this?”

“By source, I mean the artefact in which the curse was contained,” Deaton clarified. “Luckily, we have the artefact on hand. Now it’s only a matter of destroying it.”

“How long should that take?” Scott asked.

“Shouldn’t be long,” Deaton said, standing up and dusting off his lab coat. “A week or two at the most.”

“A week or two?” Derek repeated, horrified.

Don’t know why he’s so upset by that, we go weeks without seeing him anyway — kind of a hermit, honestly — oh god, he can hear me, can’t he, fuck —

“It’ll be fine,” Scott said bracingly, and Derek had a strong urge to punch him in the face. Luckily, Scott seemed to sense it and started hastily backing up toward the door, thumbing over his shoulder. “Deaton will get you fixed up in no time! In the meantime, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

“Please do,” Derek muttered.

The silence, when Scott and Deaton were gone and the door shut firmly behind them, seemed emptier than it usually did, but Derek was grateful for it nonetheless.

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anonymous asked:

" You seem to favor a certain blonde slave. Whatever will you do if Caesar finds out? "

Blond slave. Anyone could mention with vagueness that term and Vulpes would immediately pin it to some Arcade Gannon wasting away in misery by Caesar’s side, and not only because he was aforementioned as a « favored » one but rather because they had so few « blond slaves ». The catch here was, no gender was mentioned, he had downright placed the Follower on that word set like a child would the synonyms of sunny and bright. Unlike sunny and bright however their relationship, if they could even call it that, hung tethered to the realms of “I tolerate you”. At least from Vulpes part. Arcade’s side was one of a burning abhorrence.

The doctor was a rarity, he couldn’t deny that. Skilled, intelligent, attractive — a well deserved price to be owned by Caesar, who had become generous enough to share his property by handing him out to those in need, but only when they earned it, just as he had previously done with his Auto-Doc. He’d been one. If it wasn’t for Caesar’s order and the man’s healing hands he would have long been dead on the day that profligate, kissed by Lady Luck, managed to pierce his thigh with one of their own spears. Gratitude, even when illy placed, was not to be confused with favors. Much less something else.

“ And you seem to see things were they are not. ”

This was how rumors were born. How they rose to catastrophic levels if left unattended. He was not going to end up flogged or crucified over false rumors. But by Mars, how little did he notice just how often he seemed to talk to that wretched man — Profligates….Yes, for even when he had abstained himself from using that term to refer to him whenever they managed to strike a civil conversation, Arcade was one of the dissolute. Above them maybe, but still one. That was what made him a slight danger. They always seemed to contain some sort of disease that drew others to them in order to infecting them with their ideals and lifestyles. The fox considered himself immune to them. Just as he was immune to this type of homosexual acts he was indirectly being accused of. He’d ensure himself of that, vowed with his life to only serve his Lord, and abstain himself from ever losing his path. This was the life of the frumentarii who walked among the filth. To suddenly break and succumb to desires, especially carnal ones, was never going to happen. ~p>His gratitude was served. His debt was paid, even when it was Arcade’s duty to ensure his survival back then. This was over, but apparently not those rumors. Maybe it was time to start silencing tongues.

You recently broke up with jimin,why? Because a bunch of stupid reasons kept coming up and oh, he stopped talking to you. Honestly you just gave up in general because you didn’t want to be the only trying,while Jimin isn’t doing anything, so you just cut him off. He was perfectly fine when you were packing up your stuff,just sitting on the couch with his headphones in. He didnt stop you from walking out the door, he didn’t say anything to keep you from leaving.

A few weeks has passed an he hasn’t texted or called you, it’s not like you’re waiting, but it stills bother you that he hasn’t been reacting to the breakup. Did you really meant that much to him? You check on Twitter and he’s still posting selfies, he looks perfectly fine and here you are, thinking about him. You threw your phone on the far side of the bed, you didn’t want to think about him anymore.

You were laying in bed when you hear your phone ring.

“Hello?”

All your hear is loud crashing noises and a door slamming,you hear Namjoon yelling

“Open the door jimin! You’re hurting yourself even more, let us help you.”

He bangs on the door again, but the loud sounds behind the door still continue.

“What’s wrong? What about jimin?” You said into the phone, but all you hear is the loud noises. You got dressed, ready to leave, still holding onto your phone, you didn’t want to hang up because you need to make sure jimin is ok. The noises continue, the yelling doesn’t stop, its so loud so you can’t understand what is going on.

“Y/N?”

Him.

“Y-yes?”.

“H-help me”.

And he hangs up.

You grabbed your keys, closing the door behind you. While running down the stairs you are hoping you would make it in time, hoping he’s ok.

Truth or dare - Maya hart

👑Requested: yes

Could I have a imagine where the reader has a huge crush on Maya an they’re scared to tell her about their feelings an they end up doing it an it’s fluffy, please? ^^

Warnings :


The gang was gathered around Riley’s living room table. They all got together to watch the premiere of a new show , but just as it was about to come on , the power went out. The gang lit candles and decided that instead of whining over missing the show , they would enjoy each other’s company and play some games. Naturally they ended up playing truth or dare.

Y/n spun the bottle and it landed on Riley.

“Riley! Truth or dare?” She smiled. Riley thought for a moment before picking dare.

“I dare you…to kiss the most attractive guy in this room, And notice I charitably said guy and not person because let’s face it , if smoke all you bitches! (A/n I know I probably didn’t get that quote completely correct but I don’t care.)” they all laughed and looked over to her boyfriend , Lucas , before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. Lucas kissed her again.

“Okay losers break it up don’t make me get the spray bottle.” She threatened. Maya laughed a little louder than she intended too and blushed. Y/n smiled at her. Riley spun the bottle and it landed on the little blonde girl.

“Maya , truth or dare?” Maya looked at her as if the answer was obvious.

“Dare.” Riley smirked.

“I dare you , to tell you know who how you feel about them.” Maya’s smile faltered but she quickly recovered.

“I didn’t know Voldemort was here.” Y/n giggle and Maya blushed more. Riley rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t , riles.” She lied and spun the bottle. It landed on Farkle.

“Farkle , truth or dare?” Farkle leaned forward.

“Tru-” he not so accidentally spilled his drink all over the table.

“Oh no!” Riley feigned panic. “Maya and Y/n , go get some towels please.”

“Why do I need to go with her-”

“Go!” Riley pushed them away.

“Alright! Geez!” The girls went into the bathroom and started looking for the towels. Suddenly , Riley ran in , grabbed the towels , and shut the door, locking them in. Y/n went to open the door only to find out that Lucas was holding it closed on the other side.

“Come on guys! This isn’t funny, let us out!” Maya groaned , banging on the door.

“Neither or you are coming out until you talk about your feelings!” Riley shouted. Y/n looked at Maya.

“Maya what does she mean?” She asked quietly, growing nervous as she always did around the blonde beauty. Maya sighed.

“Well , I guess there is no escaping it now , right?” She ran a hand through her hair. “I really like you, Y/n. I have for a really long time and…I was scared to tell you I guess. I’ve been left so many times in my life and I didn’t want to risk losing you. I know you don’t feel the same way , it’s okay.” Maya liked down as Y/n stared at her wide eyed. She then whispered something Maya was not expecting.

“I like you too , Maya. I like you a lot.” She giggled slightly. Maya looked up at her with a big smile.

“You do?” Y/n nodded, stepping a little closer and grabbing Maya’s hand.

“I do.” They heard cheering on the other side of the door. Maya turned around and opened it to see the others smiling at them. You both have them a sickly sweet smile and they all frowned.

“Should we run?” Lucas asked , scared. Maya chuckled.

“Well telling you would ruin my enjoyment , wouldn’t it huckleberry?” She chuckled. He laughed nervously as she got closer to him. He gulped.

“You aren’t going to hurt us , right Y/n?” Riley asked hopefully. Y/n smiled.

“Oh , sweetie. ” she played with Riley’s hair before looking up at her. “ yes I am.”

“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” Farkle screamed and the three ran , the newly found couple chasing after them.


I love Maya imagines

A horrific creature of unimaginable power, a creature that is a misshapen wretch, something known as… NanoSounds.
Off Topic #15 - Never Skip Ass Day
  • Gavin: We could just go to the Vomit Comet and like test it out.
  • Michael: I don't think they'd let us bang each other in the Vomit Comet.
  • Gavin: You could simulate it.
  • Jeremy: Why are we banging each other?!
  • Jack: I wanna see Gavin and Michael in the Vomit Comet just trying to hump each other in the air.
  • Michael: Alright, that I'd do.
  • Gavin: I'd be swimming toward Michael and he'd be like [mimes punching] Get away! Get away!

the-walking-trash-can  asked:

Hey may I request a rarl oneshot where Ron and Carl are fighting over Enid but Enid's gaydar is going off about them so she locks them in a closet and tells them to 'sort out their differences' (in other words, smut :D). Oh, and just for extra laughs, every time Carl walks past Enid, can she say: "Beep, beep, beep!" Carl: "What's that supposed to be?" Enid: "Nothing, just the sound of my GAYDAR going off." sorry its super long XD

beep, bEEP, BEEP. RARL ONESHOT COMING THROUGH. Thank you for the request :D

warning: nswf (just a little bit)


Sitting in Carl’s dimly lit room, four teenagers formed a circle on the ground. They were whispering quietly, laughing with their hands over their mouths because they knew it was too late in the night to be laughing too loud.

“Okay, between Mikey and Enid…“ Ron whispered with a grin. “Who is more likely to piss their pants at a sudden sound in the dead of night?”

The mentioned two glanced at each other; Enid raising an eyebrow and Mikey pursing his lips. They didn’t say anything to one another for a good ten seconds, both of them eventually peering at Carl as if expecting some of his input.

But with the low key glare Enid was giving him, he felt it was safer to not get into the middle of it and simply shrugged his shoulders.

“This is a no brainer,” the brunette girl finally said.

“Yeah, obviously it’s Enid,” Mikey added, throwing an arm around her with an innocent smile.

The teenage girl focused her little glare onto Mikey now, unknown to her the relief it had given Carl. “What? No way, Michael. It’s you.”

Mikey opened his mouth to counter her claim, but whatever his first word had been easily converted into a fairly high pitched yelp when Ron slammed his palm down on the floor suddenly, startling only him because Carl, who was sitting right next to him, had seen it coming. On the other hand, Enid only turned her head in the direction of the noise and hadn’t jumped at it like Mikey, who was now clinging to her with both his arms wrapped tightly around her.

When he noted the amused looks his friends were shooting him, Mikey quickly pulled away from Enid and ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. “Okay, that’s not fair… I wasn’t prepared for that,” he retorted hoarsely.

“Yeah you were,” Enid countered, nudging her shoulder into his.

Mikey nudged her back right after. “No, I wasn’t! Next time won’t scare m-”

The second time Ron knocked his fist against the floor, it was harder and louder than the second time. Enid might have flinched and Carl visibly cringed, but Mikey was the only one who seemed to have actually been scared, nearly jumping out of his sitting position and scooting closer to Enid as a result.

“This is Mikey harassment!” The boy cried loudly, burying his face into Enid’s arm and groaning in defeat.

As she patted his head and murmured, “there, there…” Ron broke into hysterical laughter and the only way Carl was able to shut him up was by yanking on his sleeve harshly.

“Shut up, you guys,” Carl hissed in a low, yet forcible whisper. “You’ll wake up my family.”

Mikey raised his head and covered his mouth in silent apology, but Ron waved him off.

“Last time I checked, Judith sleeps like a rock so she’s probably fine,” the Anderson said with a light shrug. He then grinned at Carl and leaned on the smaller male. “And Michonne and Rick are probably up…”

The way Ron was looking at him was almost concerning to Carl, but he was honestly more concerned about being too loud for his family. “No, I saw them go to their room. They probably went to bed already.”

Enid and Mikey exchanged amused glances when Ron blinked at the Grimes kid in confusion, his smile collapsing just a little as if he were disappointed. In fact, they both looked like they were holding back their laughter and Carl couldn’t understand why.

His innocent blue eyes searched his friends for an answer. “What? Am I missing something?”

With a sigh, Ron placed a careful hand on Carl’s small shoulder and had a moment of silence before saying his next words softly. “Carl, I don’t think you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”

“You know…” Mikey murmured gently, putting his hands together and rubbing them in a way that only served to further confuse Carl. “…the do-do-do….”

Enid rolled her eyes and pushed Mikey’s hands down before turning to Carl. “They mean sex.”

Mikey gasped. “ENID!” He screeched in embarrassment as if the word were something taboo to their generation. If the room weren’t practically dark, it might have been easier to see how red his face most likely was.

Carl’s reaction to the word was almost a mixture between his and Enid’s. Yeah, he was a teenage boy with those hormonal urges, but he never really thought about it because of the world they lived in now.

Ever since his mother died, survival had been the only thing on his mind so hearing the word now, in the safety of Alexandria, surrounded by kids his own age, was actually making his cheeks grow hot.

Good thing it was near pitch black in his room.

Mikey’s voice brought Carl back from this thoughts. “….I think you broke him, Enid.”

Carl scratched his messy mop of brown hair and tried to smile. “I’m not broken…I mean probably…” He muttered awkwardly, trying his best not to think of his father doing sexual things with Michonne. “They’ve done it before so…”

Ron gaped at him. “How do you know?”

The last thing Carl wanted was to explain that. He actually just wanted to get away from the topic all together and was fortunate enough to remember that they had been playing a game earlier. “….I’m not getting into that! Next question. Mikey, it’s your turn.”

Mikey, who’s eyes had been darting back and forth between the two boys, was startled by Carl’s statement, showing that he didn’t have a question in mind. He thought long and hard for a few seconds and then smiled mischievously (like the evil cinnamon roll that he was).

“Alright…between Carl and Ron,” he started, already amused by the way the two mentioned sideways glared at one another. “Who is more likely to win Enid’s big heart and nice bod?”

The last word was said almost seductively which not only horrified Enid, but had her looking at her body questioningly, something which Ron and Carl also did but they had done it in a way that was less obvious than she had.

“That should be easy,” Ron sneered. “I already dated her so…”

“That doesn’t mean you’re more likely,” Carl retorted almost immediately, glaring blue daggers at the other.

Ron whipped his gaze at Carl mockingly and narrowed his brown eyes. “Has she dated you before? No, I don’t think so. Next question–”

“No, not next question! I think you can’t use the past as evidence,” Carl growled, shoving his face a little too close to Ron’s in the midst of their confrontation. “Are you still dating her? No, I don’t think so.”

“Beep beep beep!”

All three boys turned their heads in the direction of the sound, staring questioningly at Enid.

She smiled and waved them off. “Oh, sorry. My gayder was just going off.”

“I’m not gay!” Ron and Carl hissed simultaneously.

Enid pointed at the closet and puckered her lips playfully. “If you’re not gay, then run to the closet of straightness or forever be known as homosexual.” Surprisingly, she noted that all three of the idiots in the room jumped up and made a beeline for the closet. She grabbed Mikey and pulled him back down. “Not you.”

Having not bothered to turn on the light, Carl and Ron poked their heads out the dark closet.

Ron blinked at his friend still sitting down. “Mikey…have you been in the closet this whole time?”

Enid stood up and walked over to the closet, ushering both boys inside. “The only two people in the closet are you and Carl.” Then she closed it and moved a chair against the door.

“What? WHAT? This isn’t funny! Let us out!” Ron banged on the closet door repeatedly but it stopped as fast as it started. “Ow, don’t hit me!”

“Then stop being loud!” Hissed the other boy in the closet.

“Enid, Carl just hit me!”

From outside the closet, the girl shrugged. “That’s your problem. This is between you two. Now sort out your differences. Mikey and I are going to enjoy some chocolate pudding downstairs. We’ll save some for you both if you gaybies kiss and make up. Better hurry,“ she teased.

Carl and Ron both listened to Mikey and Enid’s giggling on the other side. The way their footsteps echoed from the room to the hallway and downstairs made it clear that Enid wasn’t bluffing.

Carl wasn’t sure what was worst; being locked in a closet with Ron or having his chocolate pudding devoured by a mean lesbian and her cute minion.

He leaned against the wall in defeat and slid down to the floor. He would have been content with being in total darkness, but unfortunately Ron had found the light switch.

“I can’t believe this,” the Anderson muttered under his breath, grabbing the door knob and pushing against it as he twisted. When that didn’t work, he sighed and then looked down at Carl. “Aren’t you going to help me?”

Carl shook his head slowly. “Sounded like Enid pushed something in front of the door. We’re not getting out unless she moves it so there’s no point.” He raised his head and glared at Ron. “Getting out would require…noise. If you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”

Ron obviously did. Without another word, he pulled away from the door and sat down next to Carl in silence.

He didn’t say anything until a minute or two later. “Why were we arguing again?”

“It was over who could get Enid,“ Carl replied monotonously.

Ron grimaced at that which Carl noted but didn’t address. “Ah….want to settle for a mutual agreement?” He inquired, looking at Carl with a smile.

The Grimes shrugged. “Try me.”

“Okay. Unless Enid has become asexual or lesbian…” Ron begun, noticing that Carl was already grinning before the punchline. “…the only guy who would be capable of getting her would be Mikey. Agree or nah?”

Carl didn’t spend too much time putting thought into it.  “Well…” If he was being honest with himself, Mikey was adorable. “Alright. Yeah, I agree.”

“Cool…now we made up,“ Ron murmured. They fell back into silence until he spoke up again. “And you know, I think now is a good time to mention that I actually fall somewhere between straight and round, and low key have the hots for you.”

Carl looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you telling me that you’re bisexual?”

“To an extent, yes…” Ron responded. “Or better yet, I’m Carlsexual.”

“Making out with you right now doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Oh. More mutual agreement. Good.”


A couple of minutes later, Ron had Carl pressed against the closet walls with his back to him.

Both of Carl’s hands were on the wall in front of him, serving as his only way to keep himself up. Ron’s hands were busy with Carl’s body; one on his hip and the other digging into his pants, jerking him off.

They were trying to keep quiet because they weren’t sure when Enid and Mikey would come back up, but it was harder than it seemed.

Carl was getting close and getting louder as a result, despite how hard he tried to muffle himself. And it didn’t help that Ron’s mouth was ghosting over his neck and shoulders at the same time.

The pleasure was making him jerk back and grind himself against Ron’s crotch. The two of them were honestly a hot mess; just a pair of hormonal sexually frustrated boys.

Ron moved his hand from Carl’s hip to his face, brushing his hair away so that he could kiss Carl’s jawline. His lips then traveled up and to his ear which he nibbled on, licked and then blew into.

Carl gasped and shook his head like a wet dog. “Don’t do that!” He rasped between his little moans.

“Sorry,” Ron whispered. “I just like messing with you.”

When that feeling hit Carl, he threw his head back and let out a broken moan as he released. Ron clamped his hand over his mouth and Carl added his hands in hopes for extra muffling effect. Afterwards, they both pulled away from each other, breathing heavily.

It was perfect timing because the sound of Enid and Mikey coming up the stairs echoed into the closet. Sharing a glance, Carl straightened himself up and Ron turned the closet lights back off. They both scurried to the floor and sat side by side, pulling on their best irritated expressions.

A knock on the closet door and then the sound of something being moved. “I DON’T HEAR ANY TALKING IN THERE!” Came Enid’s voice before she opened the closet door to find the two boys glaring up at her.

Ron leaned his shoulder into the boy sitting next to him.  “We were talking, weren’t we Carl?”

Carl nodded his head. “Yep. We had a friendly talk and a mutual agreement. It’s all cool now.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow at this and grinned. “My senses are tingling, Enid. Do you feel it, too?” He asked, nudging the girl beside him with his elbow.

Enid was looking between Ron and Carl with suspicion etched in her expression . “You bet your cinnamon roll ass I do, Mikey.”

Carl rolled his eyes and stood up, pushing past the two of them with Ron following behind. “Let’s just get back to the game already.”

“The Ron and the Carl are leaving their nest, coming this way at twelve o’clock.” Mikey announced quietly as if he were a narrator on Discovery Channel.

Ron groaned. “Guys, stop it.”

“BEEP BEEP BEEP!”

Carl turned and furrowed his eyebrows before hushing her. “Enid, stop being so loud.”

“My gayder can’t help it!” She cried.

kurogaru  asked:

Peridot babysitting a bunch of gemlings maybe? I think her care range from being very concerned about the well being of the babies to forget completely that she left them duct taped to the wall in an attempt to keep them quiet.


Needless to say Jasper has taken it upon herself to take care of and raise the gemlings till they are of a more mature age. But I guess Jasper knew what she was getting into when she decided to hook up with the most passive aggressive sass master on this side of Homeworld.

anonymous asked:

I like how Sans is kinda distancing himself from the souls. Asrial didn't have the souls visible on himself anywhere, so they were probably real close to his core. Sans meanwhile is keeping them in his wings, as far away from him as possible

Ahhh thank u for noticing.

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She makes the mistake of meeting his eyes.

He’s giving her that look. The look that no other man has ever been able to replicate. The one that says without words, ‘I see you clearly. I understand you like nobody else ever has. I love you completely and always will.’

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