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outthewoods

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outthewoods · 1 month ago

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𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞. 𝐯 — 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

❦ rated e | 6.1k+ words

❦ victorian serial killer au

❦ ao3

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outthewoods · 1 month ago

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IDOL MIMI AND ACTOR EREN YALLLLLLL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

del I love you so much 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷🩷 you made my day omg

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outthewoods · 1 month ago

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outthewoods · 1 month ago

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No words, just full of feeling.

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outthewoods · 1 month ago

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sharing the mirror

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outthewoods · 1 month ago

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I’ve got my eyes on you.

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outthewoods · 2 months ago

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chemical hype boy, track iii — ‘tell me when you’re ready’

୨୧ rated e | 25.2k words ୨୧ eremika idol/actor au ୨୧ STREAM HERE ୨୧ summary: “And…” she said, her voice feather-light but unmistakably cheeky, “are you going to do something about me being stuck in your head, Eren?” The question seemed to hit him like a slow-moving storm. And then he stared at her for a heartbeat—two, three, or four, perhaps. She looked so calm on the outside, but she knew her eyes were betraying her. They searched his face like she was trying to memorise every inch, as if daring herself to ask again if he didn’t answer. Eren didn’t answer with words. Not at first. He let go of her hand—only for a second—and brought one hand up to her face, fingertips so gentle it almost felt like a question: Can I? “Yes,” he whispered, voice like gravel and warmth all at once. “Yes, I want to do something about it.”