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My dear Hal,

you look absolutely delicious all wet and rumpled. Your hands are the most beautiful ones I ever saw. All slender, with delicate fingers and so long. And I’d love to lick that throat of yours. Touch that bulging vein with my tongue. You are sexy beyond description and make me think about debauchery things. My mind wanders to places that make me equally wet as you are. You are really filthy and dirty. And I don’t mean that in a good way. The mud is coming of in pieces from your skin. Please take a bath in something else than wine or ale. I’d help you with that. 

puppy love | shawn mendes

requested by anonymous

word count: 1,513

author’s note: oh look, the title isn’t a song lyric but instead some bad wordplay. sorry if i screwed up on anything, as i have never had a dog nor a dog allergy and my knowledge is limited. enjoy!


Your name: submit What is this?

What is that?”

You held the squirming ball of golden fluff up next to your cheek. “A puppy. I told you you needed to get glasses a while ago,” you joked.

Shawn ignored this and instead kept a wary gaze on the puppy as he nuzzled your cheek. “Why do you have it?”

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Clip - “Imagine all the people living life in peace” - at 20:39, 12.05

(trigger warning: some blood in this clip)

NOTE: I know I didn’t catch everything  - I’m really busy and can’t have a proper listen right now, so I’ll come back and fix up stuff later!


Eskild: Yes, that’s it, that’s Elias, right.

Eva: Elias? Like, your brother?

Eskild: And then I stroke him on the side a little bit, then I just feel that there’s this current welling up through him like this *imitates hurling noises* and then he left quite early, but he uh..he seemed open to more..fun.

(Camera goes over different people)

Eva: I can send you for one beer. Just one beer.

Chris: Send me?

Eva: How much does it cost then?

Chris: Uhh….112.

Eva: It does not!

Chris: 112 for a beer.

(Eva and Chris continue to discuss the beer price while Sana sends a text to Elias)

Sana:
Are you coming?

(Even sings “Imagine” by John Lennon, and shortly after Elias and the boys enter. Even falters, but Isak is quickly there to help him out. Soon the rest of the boys join in, and the crowd)

Chris: Everything alright?

Sana: Yeah. I love you so much.

Chris: I love you, too. Do you remember the first time I introduced you to the girls?

(Sana nods)

Chris: It’s so weird to think about! It’s so long ago, and you stood there like…

Sana: I remember that.

Chris: It was so…Hey, I just I have to tell Eskild something.

(Sana receives a message)

Sana’s mom:
I’m sorry for going through your things. You’re smart
and strong and manage well enough without my silly advice.

(Sana replies with a heart, and when she looks up, Noora’s there looking distraught)

Noora: William has a new girlfriend.

Noora: Did you know?

Noora: You knew?

Sana: I was planning- I was going to tell you, but-

Noora: Did you know it in like, last week? I sat there telling you so much about William, and you knew then?

Sana: I’m sorry. I should’ve told you, but I-

Yousef: Elias is in trouble.

(Sana comes out to see Mahdi and Elias in a fist fight. Isak is bleeding from his mouth and face.)

Even: We need to go to the ER. You coming?

The boys: Yeah, of course.

(Sana goes to the bathroom to wash Isak’s blood off her hands)

Some girls in the bathroom:

Girl: What just happened?

Girl 2: I don’t know, really unpleasant. I don’t understand why people does such things.

Girl 1: It’s probably because they’re gay.

Girl 2: No, you think so?

Girl 1: Yeah, they’re Muslims, and the other ones are gay, so it’s a short way to a fight.

Girl 2: That’s insane. The brother’s a bit crazy. You know at Sana’s bus meeting? He went off! Started yelling and…you know what Vilde told me? That she’d heard that he calls Sana for a slave.

Girl: Seriously? That’s insane. No wonder she’s psycho.

Girl: No, I really don’t want to be there when…could you just check if there’s anyone in the other stalls? 

Girl: No-one, what were you saying?

Girl: I just really don’t wanna be there Sana finds out she can’t be on the bus.

Girl: Have they signed the contract?

Girl: Yeah, this morning. Oh my god, Sara got so paranoid, because Sana started to think something was up, but luckily she managed to tangle her way out of it. I feel kinda sorry for her.

Girl: Yeah, but come on. She’s pretty stupid when she doesn’t understand that we own the bus ‘cause we’re paying for it, and that she has no rights. You know that she wasn’t captain originally, it was Vilde.

Girl: I don’t get why she joined the bus in the first place. Isn’t that like a huge disrespect towards her religion? AT least when she uses a hijab, then you’re supposed to be a good representative for Islam. But the other girls seem cool.

Girl: Yeah, I agree.

Girl: At least that girl Noora, oh my god.

Girl: She’s so pretty.

(Sana goes back into the crowd, and sees Yousef and Noora kiss)

Realize -- Chapter Twenty-Eight "Missed Calls"

Tom HiddlestonxReader

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain…We’re coming to a head here Kiddos…. If I forgot to Tag you I am sorry, my tag list is ll wonky. here we go Chapter Twenty-Eight!

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chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen | chapter eighteen | chapter nineteen | chapter twenty | chapter twenty-one |chapter twenty-two | twenty-three | chapter twenty-four | chapter twenty-five | chapter twenty-six | chapter twenty-seven


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Neil: “Ah, I want to show you something. Maybe we should sit down?”
Rowan: “Sit down? What is this? An intervention? Am I going to be so shocked that my legs will give out?”
Neil: “What? No, It’s nothing weird.. I promise!”
Rowan: *laughs* “Neil.. I was joking. Let me wash my hand first, okay?”
Neil: “Yeah, of course.”
Rowan: “One freshly washed Rowan, coming right up!”

Playful

Andrew Biersack x reader

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: this is for one of my best bros, I hope this gets you your fix!


“Stop it, you dork!” You giggle, shoving at Andys shoulder playfully. He grins at you, laughing as you threaten to shoot him with a water gun.

“Don’t do it!” He warns. “I swear to god if you —.”

You squeeze the trigger, squirting him right in the face.

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Mama MC deals with Baba and Ota (Headcanon with Eisuke, Soryu and Mamoru)

Prologue

You had just walked into the penthouse after a hard days work, only to walk in on a shocking and horrific sight for any maid. There was paint splatters everywhere, the windows, the sofas, the tables, the chandelier, and you knew that it was going to be a long, tough job. What you next saw though made you just snap. Baba and Ota were running around the room, trying to splatter paint on each other with some of Ota’s paintbrushes. They were drenched in multi colours with ridiculous childish grins on their faces. You went over to the coffee table, got on top of it and yelled, “STOOOOOOOP!” Annoyingly enough, one of the two get paint on your clothes before you yell. The play fight ended immediately after your command as the two men stared up at you in surprise.

“Well hello pretty lady, care to join us?”

“Yeah Koro, it’s a fun game-“

“Fun?! I have to clean all of this! Do you know how difficult it is to get paint out of rugs and sofas?! Or how hard it is to reach the chandelier with the ladder I have to use?! Right, just this once I will clean this mess if you pay my dry cleaning bill, because this,” you gesture to your stained clothes that your boyfriend got for you, “ain’t coming out in a regular wash.”

“Y-yeah, sure pretty lady, we’re sorry.” Baba stuttered, he’d never seen you like this. Ota just grinned.

“Pfft, yes Mum.”

“…Ota?”

“Yeah Koro?”

“If you don’t want to clean this mess by yourself, I suggest you just arrange with Baba to help pay for my dry cleaning. Okay, Ota?”

“Ugh… fiiiiine.” They both go off, leaving you alone with the disastrous mess. You started to clean, yet little did you know you were being watched.

Eisuke:

Eisuke had a scowl on his face when he saw just how much mess Baba and Ota had made. He wanted to take you out on a date to one of his favourite restaurants, and now you were too busy cleaning their mess. He had to admit though, the way you acted like a mother, scolding the mischievous pair was a little bit of a turn on. He’d been pondering as to whether he wanted kids yet, but now he was certain. To hell with it, I can call another maid to clean this mess. He crept down the stairs before sneaking up behind you and lifted you up over his shoulder. “Eisuke! What are you doing, I’m still cleaning-“

“Another maid will be doing it. You are coming with me.” He continued to carry you up the stairs to his suite.

“Where?”

He smirks sadistically as he replies with one of his favourite answers. “Bed.”

Soryu:

He saw the entire thing from around the corner. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought that you were behaving similarly to how a mother would act. He looked forward to being a father one day. But that thought was replaced with dealing with the thief and the artist that caused you so much hassle Soryu watched you clean for a while before going into Baba’s suite where Baba and Ota were discussing the dry cleaning bill they now had to pay. He pulls out the gun from his inside pocket and aims it at the two trouble makers. “If the both of you value your lives, you will get back in there and take over the job you left her with. Understand?”

“Woah Soryu, put the gun down! That mobster joke really isn’t funny.”

“We’ll do the job for the princess, okay?”

“Good.” Soryu growled before putting the gun away. He leaves he suite, the partners in crime following close behind. When he reaches the lounge, he grabs your hand and drags you to the elevator.

“Soryu, where are we going? I still need to clean.”

“Baba and Ota are cleaning the lounge now. I told them it was wrong to make you do it because you’ve had a long day.”

“…Uh-huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing. So if I’m not cleaning, what am I doing?”

“You’re coming with me on a date.”

“But Soryu, I’m still wearing the clothes that got splattered with paint!”

“You’re coming over to my place, so you don’t need to worry. Besides,” he started to go tomato red as he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, “you won’t… necessarily need clothes.”

Mamoru:

He watched the entire thing. He was about to grumble at the two guys for disturbing his nap with their noise, but then he heard silence, then your voice. Mamoru had never seen you act like this towards anyone before; behaving like a mother telling-off her children. Our children, he corrected in his head. He wanted to be a father someday, and he knew he’d do anything to make you a mother. And the way you bent over to clean the table was way too tempting. Hell, I’ll get Eisuke to have another maid to clean this shit up. He marched up to you, grabbed your wrist and dragged you to his suite.

“Mamoru! I still need to clean that mess! And my clothes are covered in paint too!”

“Well then, let’s get ‘em off ya.” He chuckled and before you know it, you’re only in your underwear, and he’s only in his boxers, a rather large bulge stretching the material of them. You were about to protest and say that you should be cleaning, but he kisses you passionately and wraps you in his arms. He then breaks the kiss and lifts you, making his way to his bedroom. “I want to be a daddy, sweetheart.” You blush a deep scarlet as you enter his room and he closes the door with his heel.

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Jimin really likes Seokjin. He’s a little stiff sometimes, and almost always awkward, for such a tall and pretty guy. But he’s nice and smart and actually kind of funny once he grows comfortable around Jimin, and Namjoon looks at Seokjin as if he’s the entire world, so Jimin likes him. 

This is why, after about two weeks of meeting up at the coffee shop and getting to know each other, he decides to let Seokjin in on a little project he’s been planning. 

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My cookie easels finally came in the mail so I had fun taking a couple of my Winter Soldier sugar cookies out for pictures. 

Next up: the Bucky cookie, because yes, I am giving him his own post.

Preferences #106 He protects you

Calum:

‘I’ll be right here.’ You spoke to Calum as fans gathered around him, asking all sorts of questions. He nodded looking at you with concern before talking to everyone. You stood there for five minutes, looking at your phone whilst everyone got autographs and pictures with him. You felt someone next to you, so you looked up to see a tall guy with dark hair and green eyes. ‘Hey.’ He said with a side smile, you smiled trying to be nice and went back to your phone. ‘What are you doing here all on your own?’ The guy asked you and you shrugged. ‘Just waiting for my boyfriend.’ You spoke not looking at him, you saw him inch closer to you so you moved away. ‘Hey girl, why you running away?’ He asked slinging an arm round your shoulder. ‘Get off me.’ You said looking up at him, ‘Why? Where’s your boyfriend now hey?’ He asked grabbing your hand. ‘Get off me!’ You shouted making some people turn round and look you. Calum looked up to see the guy trying to touch you, ‘Hey!’ He shouted, walking towards you. ‘Get off her.’ He shouted, angry covering his face. ‘Who are you?’ He smiled, his grip on you getting stronger. ‘Her boyfriend. You dick.’ He said before shoving him away from you, making him fall back. ‘Are you okay?’ He asked walking over to you, his anger washed away worry and concern coming back. ‘Yeah, don’t worry. Do your thing. I’ll be okay.’ You said looking at your hand that he grabbed. ‘No, I’m not leaving you.’

Luke:

‘Wassup London!’ Luke shouted through the microphone, the screams got louder again making you smile. Everyone here was so supportive of the boys, ‘It’s very nice to be here!’ He shouted and the screaming rang through your ears. ‘We’re going to play an old song today.’ He went on and the notes to Try Hard started playing making everyone scream louder. You felt a tap on your shoulder and you saw a girl there, ‘Aren’t you Luke’s girlfriend?’ She screamed in your ear and you nodded, you two had told the fans a year ago you two were together. ‘Luke was mine bitch!’ She shouted and you frowned, ‘Well I’m sorry-‘You said trying to be polite but she cut you off. ‘No! Why do you deserve to have him? What have you got that I haven’t?’ She screamed and then she started lashing out trying to hit you. ‘Woah!’ You shouted feeling pangs of pain here and there. ‘Stop!’ You said but she didn’t. Luke looked down to see she was attacking you and immediately stopped playing, ‘Stop!’ He shouted and jumped down making girls scream. The girl didn’t dare touch Luke, he wrapped you in his arms dragging you off backstage. ‘Are you alright?’ He asked and you nodded, ‘Just a bit shaken up that’s all.’ You said and he nodded, ‘Luke!’ Someone shouted and he looked up. ‘Back on stage please?’ He asked and Luke nodded, ‘I’ll be with you as soon as possible.’ He said before pecking your lips and running off.

Ashton:

 You jumped up on a wall. It was just a higher up path, ‘Babe, I don’t think you should be walking up there.’ Ashton said worry toning his voice. ‘And why not?’ You asked smirking, ‘Because there are big red letter printed across the wall saying ‘DO NOT WALK ON’ He said and you sighed, ‘C’mon Ashton live a little.’ You said, ‘I do live!’ Ashton said offended, ‘I didn’t mean like that!’ You sighed noticing the hurt in his voice. ‘It’s just a wall.’ You said and Ashton huffed angrily. ‘Well I’m sorry I don’t want my girlfriend to get hurt by falling to her death.’ He told you and you giggled. ‘I won’t die Ash, if I do fall I know you will be here to protect me.’ You replied making him smile. The wall was very thin so you had to put one footstep in front of the other. It was also just a bit too tall to hold hands with Ashton. You felt a huge gush of wind making you unbalanced, you only had one foot on the wall when you fell. Letting out a scream, your eyes shut tight preparing for a crash. Except you didn’t hit the floor with a loud ‘thud’ like you expected, your landed was softened by Ashton.  ‘Oh my- Ashton are you okay? I’m so sorry! I’m so stupid.’ You said standing up and helping him up. ‘It’s okay I’m fine.’ He said, ‘Are you sure? That was a pretty big fall and I’m pretty heavy-‘Ashton had wrapped his arms around you, ‘I’m fine. I told you I would protect you if you fell.’ He said smiling and you kissed his lips. ‘Thank you.’

Michael:

‘I’ll be off then.’ You said to your boyfriend Michael. He was slumped in a chair watching telly, you had put a dress on and some heels and decided to meet your friend who lived in London which is where you are now. ‘Okay. I’ll see you-Wait what?’ He said looking up at you, ‘I’ve told you a million times Michael. I’m going out to see a friend.’ You replied a light smile on your face. ‘Why can’t I come?’ He pouted and you rolled your eyes. ‘You said no, that you wanted to stay in.’ You mocked his voice, ‘well I don’t sound like that.’ He replied but stood up anyway. ‘You can’t go! Look at everyone outside once they see you they’ll go crazy. What if you got trampled on?’ He asked and you shrugged. ‘I won’t they’ll be security.’ You said walking towards the door. ‘I’ll come with you. I’ll be your protector.’ He said smiling before quickly getting changed and running towards you. ‘C’mon lets go.’ He said and dragged you downstairs. People started screaming when they saw Michael, security wouldn’t let Michael stop though pushing him through the crowd. ‘Hey,’ Michael said when he realised you had no security on you. He held out his hand for you to grab and bought you to his body, ‘I’ll protect. I promise.’

the reckless and the brave - michael clifford au

summary: bad boy michael might not be such a bad boy after all.


I was one of the first people to enter the art room for class, people tended to get a bit sluggish the period before lunch. I liked art; it was one of my best subjects and it didn’t seem like a chore unlike the majority of my other classes. I got to sit down and paint while listening to music; it was more like leisure time than something I needed to do in order to graduate.

“Jessica, I’m going to leave the classroom open at lunch for anyone who’d like some extra time to work on the assignment, did you want to stay back?” My teacher asked as I took my usual seat in the back corner of the room.

I nodded as a few more students entered the room. She shot me a warm smile as she explained the same thing to the bunch of kids that had just entered the room. I put in my headphones and got to work on my painting.

I hardly even noticed the other students around me as I worked, I sort of zoned out when I was working on something and the loud class seemed to fade away. The hour seemed to pass really quickly and before I knew it the bell had gone and everyone else had left the class room, not willing to give up their spare time even for something that determined more than half of their final mark for the class.

Placing my brush down I went for a quick walk around the room to stretch out my limbs which were stiff from sitting in the same position for a while hour without moving. I had just sat down and was about to put my headphones back in when the door opened.

I looked up to see none other than the school’s very own resident bad boy, Michael Clifford.

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Preference #55  - Children Spend Time With Their Newborn Siblings

A/N - I haven’t written a preference in suuuch a long time! Leave me some requests please🙈👑✨

Ashton:

Rocking the newborn baby girl back and forth in his arms, he yawned sleepily. Ashton had only slept for the maximum of 4 hours in the past day or so. He couldn’t help but smile though; you were currently resting in bed, healing your sore body leaving him alone time to bond with his new daughter.

“Daddy!” Your three year old daughter Molly exclaimed, bounding into the room and clinging onto Ashton’s leg.

“Shh.” He chuckled, reaching a hand down to stroke her curly hair, identical colour to his own. “Hi monkey.”

“Do you have the baby?” She asked, trying to reach up.

“I do, do you wanna see her?” He replied, as she shyly nodded.

Ashton knelt down next to her, pulling the baby pink blanket away from the newborns face so her sister could see her clearly. “Isn’t she pretty? Do you like her?”

She nodded and smiled, still not saying anything.

“You can talk to her you know love.” He chuckled softly, wrapping his free arm around her and kissing her temple.

“No Daddy, have to be quiet.” She whispered, pressing her finger to her lips. “Baby is sleeping.”

“Oh, okay. You’re just like your Mummy, you know that? Do you think you can help me take care of your sister when Mummy isn’t around?” He asked, her face lighting up. He knew you’d go back to work eventually then he’d definitely need help from Molly.

“Yeah. I love her.” She grinned, kissing her tiny forehead.

“You’re adorable baby girl.” Ashton smiled, his heart bursting with love as his two baby girls interacted.


Calum:

“Shh, you’re gonna wake your big sister and Mummy up.” Calum murmured, rocking the week old baby boy in his arms.

The microwave made a noise as it heated the milk up, Calum trying to pass time as he moved around the kitchen, trying to comfort his baby boy.

“I know you’re hungry but Daddy’s fixing it and I’m right here, you’re alright, yeah?” Calum said, holding him again his chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming the newborn.

“Daddy?” Two year old Alesha entered the kitchen, carrying her blanket, dummy in her mouth and rubbing her eyes.

“Hi sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked, bouncing the baby boy in one arm as he scooped up his daughter with the other. “Did we wake you up sweetie?”

She nodded and rubbed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. He swayed the two of them, feeling like he could fall asleep himself.

“I’ll feed your baby brother then we can have a cuddle, yeah?” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Can I help?” She asked and Calum grinned, happy at the fact that she wanted to get involved.

“Of course baby. Are you gonna give him some kisses? I’m sure he’d love that.” She reached down as he spoke, pressing her tiny lips to his nose. “Aww, good girl!”

The microwave finally beeped and Calum tested the milk against his wrist, making sure it wasn’t too hot for the week old boy. He pressed the nib of the bottle to his lips and he latched on, drinking the milk contently.

It was 3am, he was exhausted but he wouldn’t change anything for the world.

Luke:

Luke rolled over and yawned, his sleepy gaze meeting your own as you continued to cuddle with your two week old daughter, Daisy. She was pressed against your chest, her soft, delicate, toffee coloured hair tickling you.

“Morning my loves.” Luke smiled, kissing you then reaching down to kiss his baby girl on the head. “She is so gorgeous. Thank you for giving birth to her.”

“Thanks for helping me make her.” You winked, kissing him again. “She looks a lot like you, she’s adorable.”

Emily wailed from her crib at Luke’s side of the bed, waiting to be held. “Daddy! Daddy!”

She had recently turned 2 and was still trying to get used to sharing you and Luke with the new baby, she wasn’t enjoying it so far.

“Come here my cutie pie.” Luke reached over to her and lifted her out, ticking her sides in the process. Her blonde curls were sticking in all directions and her blue eyes were wide, happy to see her Parents.

“Daddy! Mummy!” She half squealed half mumbled, dummy clinging in her mouth. “Baby sister!”

Emily snuggled down into the warmth of her Dad’s chest, looking over curiously to the small baby curled up now sleeping again on you.

“Did you sleep good?” He asked her, pressing kisses to her forehead. She nodded quietly, not taking her eyes away from your baby sister.

“Baby?” She asked. You and Luke chuckled, knowing she still didn’t understand the concept of another baby in the house.

“Yes. You’re both my babies!” Luke exclaimed, ticking her sides and lifting her in air, making her laugh louder than ever and Luke’s heart burst with love. “How did I get so lucky?”

Michael:

“Can’t I stay with you Uncle Luke?” Four year old Ella pouted, clinging onto Luke’s leg, not wanting him to leave.

“Aw, sorry babe. I think your Mummy and Daddy want you to stay here with your new baby brother.” Luke replied chuckling, rubbing her back. “I’ll come and see you tomorrow though, yeah?”

“Come on love, time for your bath! You can help me wash Noah, yeah?” Michael asked, as Luke said goodbye again and left the house.

“No Daddy, don’t wanna.” She said stubbornly, crossing her arms and refusing to move.

“Why not sweetheart? Don’t you like your new baby brother?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He knew she was jealous but he wanted to her to tell him herself.

“You love him more than me.” She said sadly, Michael’s heart breaking.

“No no no, darling! Daddy loves you so much! He just needs more care than you, because you’re a big girl now.” He reassured her, pulling her into a hug.

“Pinky promise?” She said, cuddling into him and holding her pinky out to him.

“Pinky promise baby girl.” He replied, kissing her cheek and linking fingers with her. “Now do you wanna go help us bath him?”

She nodded and followed Michael upstairs, helping to get out the towels and baby soap. She helped to fill the small bath and then washed her baby brother, being more careful than Michael could’ve imagined.

“Good girl! Your baby brother loves you lots.” Michael grinned, kissing her proudly.

“Love you baby brother.” She said, pressing kisses to his wet hair as you and Michael watched fondly.

RvB: Generation Gap

My contribution to RvB fic has been small this week, but i had to do something when I realized that Theta could now talk to Tucker.

After he has shouted himself hoarse, Tucker sits down on a lumpy berm next to a tire track and is grateful, maybe, that Church has the decency to float instead of sitting down like he’s a human being. Leaving his friends to follow Carolina’s cause, then leaving them to Chorus’ war and all the loss and blood that came with it, are enough without the stupid theatricality of a guy who can’t be tackled.

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“Shh,” the Nogitsune crooned, stroking Scott’s hair with long and pale fingers. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re going to be okay.” The fingers trailed down Scott’s neck and rested on his shoulder. “Do you want to take a shower?” it asked, nuzzling the back of Scott’s neck.

“I killed him,” Scott said. Blood dripped from Scott’s claws, splattering on the floor. The Nogitsune looked down at the designs that the droplets made with its borrowed brown eyes. It smiled with it’s borrowed lips and rubbed Scott’s back. “I killed my dad.”

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