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Melatonin

I would not recommend fighting a home care android on sleep.

Googliplier x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 587

“Sensors indicate you are resisting circadian rhythm instincts. Is there a particular reason for this?”

“I’m in the middle of something, I’ll go to bed in a bit.”

You stifle a yawn as you turn your attention back to your screen, waving him off as you slip the other ear of your headphones back on. Google approaches your desk, bending down so his large frame doesn’t hinder him from observing your screen.

“Studies have shown that resisting circadian rhythm instincts negatively affect melatonin production, an essential hormone for sleep.”

“Thank you for that. Very helpful.”

You’re unsure if he picks up on your sarcasm or not but you can’t faintly hear his mechanisms whirring as he ponders how to solve this problem. It’s not abnormal for him to stand nearby and watch you, so you don’t really give it a second thought. Google on the other hand, analyzes the current situation and is picking up on your vitals. He notices that despite your attempts at staying awake, you’re still slowly dozing off regardless.

“I propose a solution.”

“And that is- WHAAA-”

Google picks up your chair, with you still in it, and begins carrying it throughout the house and bringing you to your bedroom. You grip onto the handles in the event his hold slips. His face is void of emotion but you know internally he’s enjoying this.

“Google! Put me down!”

“Command unknown.”

“Command unknown, my ass! Put me the fuck down you giant tin ca- AHH-”

In one swooping motion he drops the chair and catches you with one of his arms, flinging you over his shoulder. His mechanical grip keeps you put despite your squirmings, squeezing your sides as a tease.

“I’m just going to get out of bed as soon as you put me down.”

“According to my calculations, the probability of that happening is unlikely.”

“You’re such a prick when you want to be.”

You can clearly hear him prepping things with his other hand, but with how he’s holding you it’s rather difficult to see. Clinking of dishes, scraping of ceramic against the countertop. But even with all of your might as you try to stay awake, you can’t help but give into the yawns you try to hold back.

“Googs…”

“I am right here, just getting a few more things done.”

You groan, trying to readjust yourself to be more comfortable as he throws a blanket over you. Staring down at the floor you can see him taking you back to the bedroom again, setting something down before readjusting his hold on you and wrapping you in the blanket. At this point you don’t even have the energy to fight back, smacking your head against his chest as he settles the two of you down onto the bed.

“It is not recommended for one to forcefully impact another with their head, as it can-”

“It’s not recommended for deez nuts…”

You laugh, not even caring if it makes sense. He lets out a mechanical chuckle, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. His fingers peel back the blanket from around your hands, carefully handing you a hot beverage and a few gummies.

“Melatonin gummies can be supplemented when natural production is inadequate.”

“Thank you, Googs.”

Your hand pops them into your mouth as he holds you closer, smoothing his hand along your arm through the blanket. A quick wash down with the hot beverage and you settle in, him gently taking the mug from your hands. 

“Sleep well.”

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Fatigue

Shhhhh... this isn't an old prompt. Shhhhh...

Murderiplier (Murdoch) x GN!Reader, TW: mentions of death Words: 490

Soreness settled into his muscles, back straining against the weight of the death upon his back. He tells himself that it’s worth it to keep you safe, that there’s some light at the end of this bloody tunnel. But it’s days like today that just make him want to hide away in the depths of his den and not emerge for a few weeks, allowing his body to catch up with the fact that he’s just a human. 

He steps into the house and hangs his keys on a hook on the wall and when he sees you pop your head around the corner, he steps up to you and drops to a knee. Kissing your palm as you grab his cheek, noticing how tired he is.

“Long trip?”

“Too long. Too long away from you.”

Every part of him just wants to collapse in this hallway, too fatigued to even make it to the carpeted floor. You’re not built like he is, but you manage to tug him to his feet and at least get him to his recliner. The comfort allows him to melt into the cushions, head hitting the head rest as his fingers tiredly fumble with the controls to tip it back. Your hand brushes against his forehead, pushing his hair back before taking his glasses off with care.

“I’m glad you’re home, Mur.”

“Can’t keep me away for long…”

A sleepy smirk crawls onto his lips, but he struggles even to keep his eyes open to look at you as you play with his hair.

“It’s okay, Mur. Go ahead and sleep, you look exhausted.”

He grumbles, reaching for your hand as you walk to the kitchen, halfheartedly squeezing it as he flips around to look at you with squinted eyes.

“You’re not trying to escape from me, are you?”

“No, just give me a second, I have to set the crockpot to cook so we have something for dinner. Caught me in the middle of food prep.”

Murdoch growls as he flops back onto his chair proper, appeased with your answer. It’s rare when you get to see him like this, but you know the only thing he wants right now is to hold you. A few button presses and a snatching of a blanket from the bedroom later, you sit yourself on the arm of the chair before swinging your legs over next to his. As soon as he senses you, arms snatch you to hold you close, growling as he noses your hair. You throw the blanket over the two of you before you settle against him, knowing it won’t be long before he’s snoring beneath you. Your lips press gently against his cheek, scruffy facial hair brushing against your face from several days of not shaving. As your head hits his shoulder, you can already see his breathing slow, grip loosening slightly as he settles into sleep.

“I missed you too.”

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ANCIENT HISTORY WITH DARK AND THE DA PERHAPS?

Ancient History

So in this specific scenario, this is an AU where the DA is the one that gets corrupted by The Entity. Also Mark/Celine/William are in a poly relationship because I said so.

Mayor Damien, Actor Mark x Celine x William J. Barnum, DA!Reader, TW: break up, possible codependency, possession, drunkenness Words: 861

“I think we should just be friends.”

Those words had stabbed him through the heart, after giving all of his heart away to you. Returned to him shattered and broken, hopelessly torn apart as you coldly turned your back on him. It became difficult for him to come to work, knowing you’d be there, a ghost of what was. It’s like something snapped in you, and the person he loved disappeared into nothingness. A void pulses where his softened heart once rested in his chest, clutching it whenever he’d catch you staring at him. 

But you don’t leave him alone, despite him trying to give you the same courtesy. It’s as if you’re taunting him on purpose. Sometimes he swears your eyes turn dark while possibly scanning him for vulnerabilities. Within months he becomes withdrawn, even retreating from Celine and William. It isn’t until Mark pounds on his door with coffee and hair drenched from the rain that he finally breaks down. Falling into his friend’s chest, sobbing his sorrows away. 

Mark doesn’t bother with the pleasantries after he witnesses Damien collapsing, just quickly moving the two of them to the nearest couch and letting Damien spill his heart out for him to see. The pain he’s been bottling inside, how even being at work makes his stomach churn in ways that even makes a simple cup of tea seem like too much.

“I think you need some time off. I can talk to them, if you’d wish-”

“No! Please, don’t let them know I told you…”

Damien pleads with his eyes, clutching onto Mark’s hand desperately as he holds himself as a shell of the confident mayor he once was. But Mark couldn’t promise he wouldn’t, he had noticed something off about your behavior as well. When he goes home to William and Celine, they all agree that Damien shouldn’t be in that house all by himself right now. And Celine, she volunteers to go talk to you, despite every nerve in her body screaming at her to not. 

She was always the bolder twin, protecting Damien but she never thought she’d have to protect him from you. Even if they’re adults, she’s never seen him so shattered before. She grabs folds of her skirt as she walks up your steps, knocking firmly on the front door. Even touching the wood with her knuckles she can feel something dark emanating from within. Her hand jumps up to the protective locket around her neck, rubbing her thumb against the brass heart. 

“What do you want?”

She sees your eye sitting beneath the chain holding the door locked. The shadows seem unnaturally thick, disguising your features even if you should be rather visible with the light outside. 

“We’re concerned.”

“Well isn’t that lovely. Leave.”

Celine’s nostrils flare, stepping a bit closer.

“Look, I know what you did to my brother. We all do. I don’t know what happened to you but he gave you everything and you discarded him like an old teddy bear. How dare you.”

She feels rage from the other side of the door, your labored breathing the only thing between you.

“I would suggest you leave.”

Celine looks you in the eye once more, and there’s something different in her eye. Pity? Concern? Perhaps mourning the friend she thought she had. With a turn of her heel she glides back down the steps to her car, taking one last long look at your house before closing the door and driving off. 

She gets back home and she explains to Mark privately your conversation, and he just sighs as his shoulders drop.

“We can’t force them to get help.”

“I know! But-”

“Celine…”

He takes her hands in his, squeezing them affectionately as he meets her eye. 

“We cannot. Force them.”

“So what do we do then?”

“Help your brother. If they want to be helped, they will tell us. But we have to trust them right now.”

She doesn’t like that Mark is right, but she relents, visiting Damien and William in the parlor as they try to keep Damien’s mind occupied. 

Late at night, the house phone rings, and Mark rubs his eye as he goes to investigate. He finds Damien already at the receiver, and his heart drops as Damien is almost shrunken against the wall.

“Love, darling, please-”

Once he hears those words, he walks closer with far more purpose, taking the receiver from Damien’s hand while holding his friend close. You’re ranting to him, drunk and slurring your words. Words that would never be used to describe his friend come spilling from your lips, and Mark has to stop himself from squeezing the receiver so tight it snaps.

“Hello. This is Mark. Please lose this number, you are no longer welcome around me or my family. Goodbye.”

He slams the receiver down, letting Damien pull away and wipe away his tears, drowning in William’s silk pajamas. Mark looks at his friend, resting his hands on Damien’s shoulder before bringing him in for a tight hug.

“I know it hurts, but I promise, soon this will be ancient history. Just one day at a time.”

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Also working through some old unfinished prompt lists, since my brain is hella eepy and I never finished Midnight March.

But also just, writing what I want. Amazing how that works.

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For the sake of my sanity I think I will not be doing repeats for the same song. Mostly because I don't want to have to figure out how to get an alternative storyline from the same inspiration, if you feel me.

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Disease by Lady Gaga for Anti? I think it fits him

Disease

This was specifically inspired by the second verse, and it's probably far cuter than most people are expecting. But also it's me, so I'm unsure of what the expectations were for this one. XD

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: nightmares, intrusive thoughts Words: 614

You thrash on your bed, plagued by the memories of past interactions that bring embarrassment and shame with every passing moment. You snatch your pillow and scream quietly into it. Frustration at your inability to let go, to let it just be as it always will. It’s so hard to, when your mind keeps playing it like a clip compilation on Jackass or America’s Funniest Home Videos. They probably don’t even remember anymore anyways. 

Your phone buzzes repeatedly from your nightstand, prompting you to flip around and wait for it to stop. Even if you are awake, you don’t feel like responding to people right now. Eventually it stops, and you sigh with relief. But then there’s knocking on your door, at first polite but continues to banging when you don’t answer.

“Go away!”

They certainly take the prize for worst listener as your door opens, and Anti pops his head in.

“Hey, I felt somet’in’ off wit’ ye. Ye okay?”

You both know the answer, but there’s some pleading in his eyes for you to tell him the truth. 

“I’m fine.”

He sighs with disappointment, stepping in and closing the door behind him. His steps hardly make a sound as he walks over to your bed, sitting on the edge before placing a hand gently on your back.

“What is it tonight?”

“Nothing’s wrong…”

You can hear his nostrils flare as he sharply exhales, clenching his other hand into a fist.

“Horseshit. I can feel t’at yer about t’ cry.”

“I said I’m fine!”

You throw the pillow at him and he glitches out of the way, Hurt washes over his face at your refusal at him helping you. You know he can. Deep down you want that. But that first means admitting that something’s wrong, and you shouldn’t be feeling like this. Embarrassed over something so small. You just curl in on yourself as he leaves, closing the door behind him again. 

The next few hours are torture, laying awake and staring at the ceiling, the laughter in your mind at the subconsciously inflicted humiliation you’re enduring echoing in the otherwise silent room. It feels suffocatingly quiet, not even the hum of Anti’s glitching there to help drown out the low level thoughts. You drift in and out of sleep, unable to escape still. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you reach out for him and he just, isn’t there.

“Anti…?”

His name pierces the silence that surrounds you, and you hear footsteps running down the hallway reaching your door. He nearly flings open the door, running to you to scoop you up.

“I’m right here. Ye want me t’ make it go away?”

“Please…”

Anti readjusts his grip on you to hold you closer, pressing a kiss to the center of your forehead as you try to hide your face in him. He starts humming a song you don’t quite recognize, but your body feels the vibrations and starts calming down. Your mind quiets and all you begin to focus on is the sound of his glitches and how he cradles you close.

“T’ere’s my baby, yer okay. It’s all gone.”

He leans back slowly until his back hits the mattress, allowing you to slink yourself over him as he still grips you close. Your arms wrap around him as if he’s going to disappear if you don’t, placing your ear at the center of his chest to hear his unnatural heartbeat. 

“Yer cured, I promise. Go t’ sleep, mo ghra.”

When that blanket is draped over you, your body gives way to exhaustion and becomes a weight on top of him, just as he would want any day.

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Do I think it's funny that over half of the song fic requests were for Anti? Yes. Yes I do.

Also those are still open! Making my way through them.

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Please gimme Love Bites by Halestorm with Anti! 🙏🏻

Love Bites

Admittedly I pulled a bit of inspiration from Blue Ain't Your Color and Sexy Ladies for this scenario, also good songs. Linked a cover for the former because I love me some Home Free.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: alcohol, drunkenness, attempted bar fight Words: 876

You find yourself sitting at the end of the bar, mindlessly swirling your drink as you scan the establishment for where your date could have run off to. You really didn’t want to believe it, but the longer you wait, the more you believe you’ve been stood up. Watching your reflection ripple in the liquid in your glass waver just like your confidence feels like the final nail in the coffin as you go to pay for your drink and leave. 

As you go to stand, pushing out your stool with your foot against the base of the counter you sat yourself at, when someone pulls up a stool beside you and gestures for you to sit next to them. You’re wary, not really in the mood for any creep jumping at the chance to get to know you. Your hand grips the bottom of your glass as you pull it closer to your chest, entering this interaction with much caution.

“Chill, I’m not ‘ere t’ make yer day shittier. Heard some drunk arse bastard in the bat’room talkin’ about how he’s gonna stay in t’ere until his date leaves so t’ey’d pay t’e tab. Came back out an’ figured yer t’e date.”

You scan him and see genuine pity in his eyes, turning his body towards you while also occasionally peeking over to the bathroom to meet the eye of your leeching date. There’s a growl that reaches his lips as his eyes narrow, sending whoever was looking out reeling back in with a near slam of the door. 

“I’m so sorry about t’is, ye don’t deserve t’ be used like t’at. Can I pay for yer tab? Least I can do.”

At first you hesitate, not really wanting to get involved after having your heart toyed with. But he seems rather protective, making you wonder if this is his first time doing this for someone.

“Sure, why not. Not like I have much to lose at this point.”

“Oh don’t say t’at. It’s his loss, not yers.”

His comment comes out so freely that it catches you off guard a little bit, processing it as he waves down the bartender. He places a hand over your arm and to your surprise you don’t flinch away. You may feel eyes boring into the back of your skull, but you don’t really care. Your hand finds its place over his, keeping it there as you bring him closer. Some part in you wants to spite the bastard who you now know is watching with probable bitterness in his mouth. 

You lean over and rest your head on the stranger’s shoulder, who looks at you with alarm as he tries to figure out what you’re doing.

“You said my date’s watching, right? Wanna help me show him what he’s missing? You said it was his loss anyways…”

He glances between your eyes and your lips as he tries to figure out if you’re joking or not, while his cheeks turn a lovely shade of red. Your heart flutters in a way you weren’t expecting from tonight, but deep down you’re hoping that the feeling doesn’t go away. He turns to better face you, looking dumbstruck and smiling like a fool.

“Ant’ony, by the way…”

“Oh I don’t need your name to kiss you, stupid.”

His mouth opens and closes like a fish, watching the cogs turn in his head before it clicks.

“Oh!”

His hand grips the underside of your stool seat, dragging you closer so you sit between his legs and he leans in for the kiss. There’s a breathy giggle into your lips, almost laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. You just grab his face as the bartender pretends they aren’t keeping an eye on the two of you. His hands move to your waist, right as you hear the sound of fumbling footsteps behind you.

“H-Hey! That’sss MY date! (hic)”

Your initial date looks disheveled, perhaps regretting the expensive, alcohol heavy beverage he tried to sneak you into paying for him. Probably a lightweight. You barely look away from Anthony biting at your lip as you pull away, meeting the eye of the drunkard interrupting the two of you.

“Sorry buddy, you had your chance.”

“N-No! I ref-f-f-(hic)-fuse!”

He tries to take a swing at Anthony, who just dips you low over the back of your stool as he takes your lips again. You hum in shock, before giggling at your date nearly flinging themself over the bar with their drunken momentum.

“Alright buddy, leave the happy couple alone. Security?”

They’re dragged out by a couple of bouncers, loudly slurring a mix of swears and other foul mouthed language that would make a nun blush. Perhaps you dodged a bigger bullet than you thought.

Anthony looks a bit out of breath but doesn’t look like he wants to stop any time soon. And honestly, you don’t either. 

“Happy couple, huh? I mean- AH-!”

You blush as the hickey starts reddening, with Anthony looking rather smug.

“Can ye be mine fer tonight? Unless ye want anot’er, proper date…”

“If you don’t carry me out of here I’m pretty sure the bartender will kick us out for kissing too much.”

“As ye wish.”

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lumberjack

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money money money~

Inspired by a revenge I got from a friend on Art Fight! Haven't drawn him in forever.

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I don't wanna make this post but I'm pushing comms because I've had to dip into my savings and would like to pad it out again just to feel safe. I have various art tiers and I am absolutely willing to work with people on timelines. Turn-around is usually fast but I make no promises. Thank you guys.

Oh, and if you'd prefer a writing comm from me, I'll make a listing for that as well.

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So I finally joined art fight this year, so take an art dump of what I’ve done so far.

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So I finally joined art fight this year, so take an art dump of what I’ve done so far.

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I cannot believe I need to say this again, but this is not a roleplaying blog and I don’t want it to be. Ever.

Don’t respond to one of my fics with an RP response. You will be blocked.

Sincerely, a very pissed off snake lady.

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Song Fics

I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a while but haven't had the time to put together a comprehensive list of songs I want to use for it. So here it finally is. These function like any other prompt list, just gimme the song and ego you want. All links go to the actual songs on Spotify.

Acting Like That by Yungblud

Ancient History by Set It Off

Angels In The Wind by Burn The Ballroom

Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab

Animal In Me by Solence

Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead

Applause by Lady Gaga

Bad by Jake Daniels

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

Bad Word by Panicland

Best For You by Solence

Bonnie & Clyde by Phix

Burning Up by Marianas Trench

Calm Down by Burn The Ballroom

Can You Hear The Thunder? by Animal Sun

City Of Angels by DeathbyRomy

Crazy by Burn The Ballroom

Dancing With The Devil by Set It Off

Dead Inside by Younger Hunger

Death Do Us Part by Solence

Desperate Measures by Marianas Trench

The Devil Is A Gentleman by Merci Raines

Disease by Lady Gaga

Drinking With Cupid by VOILA

Echoes Of You by Marianas Trench

Echo (Ready For War) by Autumn Kings

Ego by Smash Into Pieces

Every Word by Animal Sun

Exes by Tate McRae

Fan Behavior by Isaac Dunbar

Favorite Poison by Fuller

Fight Fire With Gasoline by Self Deception

Heathens by Smash Into Pieces

Hellhound by DeathbyRomy

Holy Water by The Funeral Portrait

Joyride by Kesha

Killer In The Mirror by Set It Off

Kill The Lights by Set It Off

Kiss Me Goodbye by DeathbyRomy

Kiss Me You Animal by Burn The Ballroom

Let The World Burn by Chris Grey

Load by Solence

Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Machine Mind by Bjorgamus

Make The Angels Cry by Chris Grey

The Martyr's Crown by Demi The Daredevil

Me & Ur Ghost by Blackbear

Moon by The Cab

No Mercy by DeathbyRomy

Obsession by Innerpartysystem

Once And Never More by Shadow Academy

Only The Lonely Survive by Marianas Trench

Parasite by Connor Kauffman

Phantom by NateWantsToBattle

Psycho by Self Deception

Reckoning by Smash Into Pieces

Riot by Hollywood Undead

Russian Roulette by Ryan Mitchell

Shatter Me by Lindsey Sterling

Silver Screen by Jonny T

Sirens by Bear Ghost

Six Feet Under by Smash Into Pieces

Stalker's Tango by Autoheart

Story Of The End by Burn The Ballroom

Teeth In Me by Jonathan Tilkin

Telephone by Lady Gaga

These Are The Lies by The Cab

Too Much by Dove Cameron

Trap Of Love by Dreadlight

Truth Or Dare by Marianas Trench

Venom by Smash Into Pieces

Vicious by Tate McRae

Want Me Back by Cody Fry

Waves by Solence

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off

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Okay I'm like, fully back now. I think.

Health got scary for a bit, then I started my journey of being a PNG mama for streamer friends, became a streamer myself, and then finals kinda kicked my ass. Apologies for saying "hey I'm back" and then not be back, unfortunately I have been the busiest I've been in legit years.

I've missed writing these boys. I have a few ideas brewing, but I don't think I'm gonna nosedive into a monthly challenge anytime soon.

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Maybe some fluff with Actor and a male da reader where maybe reader plans to confess his love to Mark but he does it first and reader gets really flustered and stuff?

Interrupt

So this came out pretty gender neutral, but I hope this very late reply satisfies your request.

Actor Mark x GN!Reader, TW: relationship trauma mention Words: 415

“Mark, I’m serious, I need to talk to you about something.”

He holds the rose between his teeth, glancing back at you in the mirror as he does his eyeliner.

“I’n lishening!”

You feel mildly defeated, having your feelings dismissed in such a casual manner. For a moment like this, you really wish that he would be giving you his undivided attention. Your stomach twists and knots, making it difficult to bite back the words that sit on the tip of your tongue. It feels as though your vision is spinning, desperately trying to get a foothold as your heart starts steering the ship.

When you remain silent, Mark raises an eyebrow at you. He caps his eyeliner pen, moving onto mascara. The rose keeps his lips in that same forced smile that you see him perform on stage all the time. Slightly pained, shining in the spotlight to draw attention from what is lurking in the shadows behind. You ring your hands together in a nervous attempt to grip onto reality stronger. But your fingertips release as you start sliding down the steep slope into the deep pit where you have shoved down your feelings.

Fuck. Now is a terrible time to confess to him. Minutes away from walking on stage and putting on a show just like every other night, and here you are taking up his limited time in his dressing room. What if he rejects you? What if he laughs in your face and turns your confession into the next punch line for his audience to gawk at? Then there is the other part of you that is scared of him getting hurt again after what happened with Celine. You love him far too much to see his heartache once again, especially at your hand.

Mark quirks an eyebrow at you, wondering why you’re so silent despite giving you the floor to speak your mind. He watches you struggle to form the words, wringing your hands together as the cogs keep turning. It then dawns on him, softening his heart as he approaches you, taking your hands in his as he gives you the rose that stayed between his teeth.

“I love you too.”

A wave of relief washes over you like a warm hug, which he quickly wraps you in one of his own. You blink back the tears of worry that had built themselves up, not wanting to ruin his performance attire.

“I always will, and that’s a promise.”