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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ a/n. repost from my old account bc i read this one and i thought it was worth reposting. missing the time i was hyperfixated on twst (🥹).

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pair. room hunt × gn! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ warning. none

The boy's bright, green eyes were on their sleeping figure.

They, who snatched the heart of the hunter. They with whom Cupid himself had predestined him. They, the Ramshackle's prefect who had become the whole world of the poor blond.

Stepping out of his own universe of mind, Rook couldn't stop the corners of his lips from curling up at their sleeping form. They looked so cute, like a small rabbit, oblivious to all the dangers surrounding them.

After letting out a small laugh, he closed the space which separated them, taking a couple of short steps, and once in front of them, he crouched down to have his face at the levels of theirs.

With silent and delicate movements, trying not to disturb their sleep, Rook reached up and brushed back some of the loose locks that fell on their face. Once that was done, he carefully left a more than tender kiss on their forehead.

—Tu es l'amour de ma vie, mon cœur.¹

Whispered the hunter before getting back on his feet and leaving their bedroom through the window, as usual.

A more than evident smile on his features as he made his way back to Pomefiore.

¹ -You're the love of my life, my sweetheart (literally translated to "my heart").

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ a/n. i decided to post this one for the funsies, but genuinely it's all self-insert and silly as it is. i swear it's all platonic between them (i wish i had a friendship like that). if you see any grammatical mistakes, let me know for the love of god (🫠).

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pair. platonic! winchester brothers (mainly sam) × gn! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ warning. they're in a bar, reader doesn't like drinking and even comments on the bad smell of it, they talk about a case in which young women had been taken advantage of which seems to tick off the reader

Not to be even remotely close to your usual Friday plans, you let yourself be carried away by the man's words on the matter. Accepting his proposition to go to some nearby bar in the area and, once there, have a supposedly good time. You weren't one for drinking, it being mostly something that could disgust you with its mere smell, but you didn't particularly feel like spending those hours alone in the motel either. Therefore, grabbing a jacket once belonging to one of the brothers, the trio headed towards wherever a bar could be in that random town.

Sam and you were already sitting at a table in a few minutes, whispering among yourselves with your chosen drink by your side. Meanwhile, Dean was playing pool, a round that would become two and then three in no time.

You crossed one of your legs over the opposite knee, your arms crossed in front of your lower abdomen, your gaze on the younger brother's face while talking to him about something, a vain way to pass the time between friends. Sadly, you weren't giving him your full attention when your mind was unevenly split between listening to him properly and the deceptive thoughts that tormented you. However, it wasn't like he didn't notice your half-minded absence, soon enough Sam decided to try to make you separate yourself from those turbulences with some tricks.

Thus, he slowly held one of your hands, caressing your knuckles with his thumb to bring your attention as close as possible to his person.

Then he smiled, the same smile you returned.

—What are you thinking about? –Your eyes met, as expected in a conversation.

—Nothing important… –Taking the initiative, you stood up and changed your place for the free space next to him. —The usual, really. –In search of some more comfort, your head rested on the man's left shoulder, your hands still together.

—And what is that named usual? –Not knowing yet where exactly the shots were going, Sam had to investigate it cautiously but being direct nevertheless.

—The last mission. It has left me somewhat upset.

Eight bodies of young women, in their twenties, were found in different parts of a forest. All with different appearances but something united them, the obvious signs of abuse on their corpses.

For issues like that, Sam knew that they left a bad taste in anyone's mouth, especially yours, who could be so sensitive; However, work was work, and things like that had to be carried out despite the difficulties.

—I understand. –Taking your hand with a little more impetuosity, he gave it a soft squeeze and gifted you another smile. —I'm sorry if this has brought back bad memories.

But, you shook your head, claiming he shouldn't worry so much.

—It's normal that we've to deal with things like this, after all, we fight against evil, literally. –Your smile, despite being sincere like your words, held a certain bitterness. A layer of resentment that you hid inside; And he knew the reason for it.

—Don't worry, you're not alone. –Letting go of your hand completely, he moved his arm so that it rested around your shoulders in a side hug. —Not when you have Dean and me. –His words brought a kind smile to your lips.

In truth, it felt good to have someone who knew you and cared about you in that way. It was a feeling that you didn't know before but didn't hesitate to appreciate it as if it were the last time you'd have it. So you snuggled up to him and thanked him for being there, which earned a few laughs.

—We're friends, that's what we're here for.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ a/n. repost from my old account bc i read this one and i thought it was worth reposting. missing the time i was hyperfixated on twst (🥹).

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pair. room hunt × gn! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ warning. none

The boy's bright, green eyes were on their sleeping figure.

They, who snatched the heart of the hunter. They with whom Cupid himself had predestined him. They, the Ramshackle's prefect who had become the whole world of the poor blond.

Stepping out of his own universe of mind, Rook couldn't stop the corners of his lips from curling up at their sleeping form. They looked so cute, like a small rabbit, oblivious to all the dangers surrounding them.

After letting out a small laugh, he closed the space which separated them, taking a couple of short steps, and once in front of them, he crouched down to have his face at the levels of theirs.

With silent and delicate movements, trying not to disturb their sleep, Rook reached up and brushed back some of the loose locks that fell on their face. Once that was done, he carefully left a more than tender kiss on their forehead.

—Tu es l'amour de ma vie, mon cœur.¹

Whispered the hunter before getting back on his feet and leaving their bedroom through the window, as usual.

A more than evident smile on his features as he made his way back to Pomefiore.

¹ -You're the love of my life, my sweetheart (literally translated to "my heart").

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ a/n. i decided to post this one for the funsies, but genuinely it's all self-insert and silly as it is. i swear it's all platonic between them (i wish i had a friendship like that). if you see any grammatical mistakes, let me know for the love of god (🫠).

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pair. platonic! winchester brothers (mainly sam) × gn! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ warning. they're in a bar, reader doesn't like drinking and even comments on the bad smell of it, they talk about a case in which young women had been taken advantage of which seems to tick off the reader

Not to be even remotely close to your usual Friday plans, you let yourself be carried away by the man's words on the matter. Accepting his proposition to go to some nearby bar in the area and, once there, have a supposedly good time. You weren't one for drinking, it being mostly something that could disgust you with its mere smell, but you didn't particularly feel like spending those hours alone in the motel either. Therefore, grabbing a jacket once belonging to one of the brothers, the trio headed towards wherever a bar could be in that random town.

Sam and you were already sitting at a table in a few minutes, whispering among yourselves with your chosen drink by your side. Meanwhile, Dean was playing pool, a round that would become two and then three in no time.

You crossed one of your legs over the opposite knee, your arms crossed in front of your lower abdomen, your gaze on the younger brother's face while talking to him about something, a vain way to pass the time between friends. Sadly, you weren't giving him your full attention when your mind was unevenly split between listening to him properly and the deceptive thoughts that tormented you. However, it wasn't like he didn't notice your half-minded absence, soon enough Sam decided to try to make you separate yourself from those turbulences with some tricks.

Thus, he slowly held one of your hands, caressing your knuckles with his thumb to bring your attention as close as possible to his person.

Then he smiled, the same smile you returned.

—What are you thinking about? –Your eyes met, as expected in a conversation.

—Nothing important… –Taking the initiative, you stood up and changed your place for the free space next to him. —The usual, really. –In search of some more comfort, your head rested on the man's left shoulder, your hands still together.

—And what is that named usual? –Not knowing yet where exactly the shots were going, Sam had to investigate it cautiously but being direct nevertheless.

—The last mission. It has left me somewhat upset.

Eight bodies of young women, in their twenties, were found in different parts of a forest. All with different appearances but something united them, the obvious signs of abuse on their corpses.

For issues like that, Sam knew that they left a bad taste in anyone's mouth, especially yours, who could be so sensitive; However, work was work, and things like that had to be carried out despite the difficulties.

—I understand. –Taking your hand with a little more impetuosity, he gave it a soft squeeze and gifted you another smile. —I'm sorry if this has brought back bad memories.

But, you shook your head, claiming he shouldn't worry so much.

—It's normal that we've to deal with things like this, after all, we fight against evil, literally. –Your smile, despite being sincere like your words, held a certain bitterness. A layer of resentment that you hid inside; And he knew the reason for it.

—Don't worry, you're not alone. –Letting go of your hand completely, he moved his arm so that it rested around your shoulders in a side hug. —Not when you have Dean and me. –His words brought a kind smile to your lips.

In truth, it felt good to have someone who knew you and cared about you in that way. It was a feeling that you didn't know before but didn't hesitate to appreciate it as if it were the last time you'd have it. So you snuggled up to him and thanked him for being there, which earned a few laughs.

—We're friends, that's what we're here for.

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English or spanish

*stop what i was doing*

*static by steve lacy begins playing*

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okay.....even I stop playing what in hell is bad game in a while but my passion about self aware content is not. After I read some whb spoiled....fuck it the king of lust is stand over the top side by side with lucifer about " the most dangerous king " in self aware whb....all the devil in hell fear him for real and even the king hate him 😅😮

honestly, your passion for the self-aware au is admirable, dear anon. and I still have to put myself to read about whb to know what it's even going on there (😭).

from what i've gathered he's, of course, deeply sexual and sees everything as possible mates (to put it lightly). if the others hate him he has to be pretty awful, right (😭)? i'll have to dive more into it, ngl.

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So belphie self aware? I think he would be the most chill one of all the king like beel 🤔

This is my rate about which the most dangerous self aware down to the less dangerous one.

1.Lucifer

2.leviathan

3.satan

4.mammon

5.beel

6.belphie or asmodeus ( I still don't know much about asmodeus so I just put him with belphie )

i may not remember much about whb, much less about the newer characters: however, it's undeniable that lucifer is the most dangerous one by far. i mean, his power range exceeds the rest for sure, so a wrong move, and it's sealed.

then, leviathan jealousy is clearly a threat to anyone involved in whatever made him wary. closely followed by satan's wrath, which is terrifying on its own but debatable if it's worse or not in comparison to leviathan... the harm can be similar. yet satan can be sweet-talked and convinced in an easier way for sure.

now, being honest, i'm not confident which would be more dangerous, if mammon or beelzebub, simply because both seem pretty easygoing and down to earth if you understand me. they've their moments and things, like everyone else; although, i believe beelzebub would be a little more unpredictable, you know?

sadly, about asmodeus or belphegor i know almost nothing, but for what i've seen of the latest i could say he doesn't look as unstable or alarming as the others.

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So belphie self aware? I think he would be the most chill one of all the king like beel 🤔

This is my rate about which the most dangerous self aware down to the less dangerous one.

1.Lucifer

2.leviathan

3.satan

4.mammon

5.beel

6.belphie or asmodeus ( I still don't know much about asmodeus so I just put him with belphie )

i may not remember much about whb, much less about the newer characters: however, it's undeniable that lucifer is the most dangerous one by far. i mean, his power range exceeds the rest for sure, so a wrong move, and it's sealed.

then, leviathan jealousy is clearly a threat to anyone involved in whatever made him wary. closely followed by satan's wrath, which is terrifying on its own but debatable if it's worse or not in comparison to leviathan... the harm can be similar. yet satan can be sweet-talked and convinced in an easier way for sure.

now, being honest, i'm not confident which would be more dangerous, if mammon or beelzebub, simply because both seem pretty easygoing and down to earth if you understand me. they've their moments and things, like everyone else; although, i believe beelzebub would be a little more unpredictable, you know?

sadly, about asmodeus or belphegor i know almost nothing, but for what i've seen of the latest i could say he doesn't look as unstable or alarming as the others.

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I sometimes wonder what the rainbow would taste like..

Red would be like an organic tomato

Orange probably like a cup of orange juice

Yellow like a lemon meringue or a lemon pie

Green like pesto sauce for pasta

Teal like minty toothpaste or Listerine

Blue like cotton candy from a fair

Purple like grape flavoured medicine

Do you agree? 🤔 Share your thoughts!

i didn't expect this kind of ask ever, but i love it, dear anon. your choices are pretty good (and creative for sure); althought, thinking about it, my takes would be…

red feels like the cool bowl of watermelon you eat on a warm summer day.

orange totally feels like a glass of orange juice at snack time.

yellow feels like a piece of fresh cheese.

green feels like a plate of wakame seaweed with cucumber.

teal feels like this one ice cream flavor that contains gummies in it.

blue feels like those shark-shaped gummy candies.

purple feels like the twelve grapes that are eaten (in my culture) to celebrate the new year.

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guys, may have to lay low on tumblr for a while, I have a bad feeling someone is going to start hate bombing me.

Please if you go and comment on their accounts to spread awareness, DO NOT MENTION ME OR MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT.

This may be a bit too paranoid for me, but I really don’t want risks.

For context, which will be explained later during the week, I promise, but I really need to get this out here first, I found more plagiarized content, specifically, Rafe Cameron content.

I do not know or have any idea what or who this character is, but there is writing stolen, so that doesn’t matter.

There is a person in the comments who is being rude to those who went on Wattpad to ask the reposters (the reposters are bitches too), and that same person in the comment has stated that she will ‘find whoever is responsible behind the calling out”

I know it’s really messy, but the whole gist is that it’s the same thing as the ohmyjung case a week back or so.

I will have to be a bit more off the radar due to the fact that it was me who reached out to the creator’s whose works have been reposted by these reposters. The accounts are @urlittledarkage and @bxgioljs on Wattpad.

More screenshots for proof.

I’m really sorry if I clog up tags, but I really need to get this out here because I have limited time to do the call out post tagging everyone whose works are stolen, and I feel I should spread the word first.

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‼️‼️‼️IMPORTANT ‼️‼️‼️

There is an account called ohmyjung on Wattpad that has been taking fanfictions of many tumblr writers and posting it onto their so called ‘books’.

This entire page is bullshit. 1. It doesn’t matter if your tumblr likes are disorganized, hell, mine are too, but hey, ever heard of fucking reblogs?? With fucking tags?? That way you can read your smut and emotional fics separately???

Also, it doesn’t matter whether you credit the original poster. It doesn’t matter if you have the og post linked, the creator linked, because you DIDNT FUCKING ASK FOR PERMISSION‼️‼️

Take @sh1-n0bu ‘s multiples works you have stolen and placed onto Wattpad.

In addition, just because you say that you’ll take the post down if the creator asks you to, it’s not like they are even able to find it?? This only came to light not too long ago, and it was only because @dvlboy found out and told @sh1-n0bu .

This takes away people who like the posts you have stolen because they are now able to find a conventional source to read their fav works. Without supporting the original poster. This is literally stealing.

Also, 10 books? 10 full ‘books’ full of stolen pieces you have never, EVER asked for permission for? If you didn’t ask my moot’s permission to cross post her work, you sure as fucking hell didn’t ask the rest.

You have no excuse. Reblogs exist, tags exist. SIDEBLOGS EXIST.

This person has not received ANY form of backlash. Not a single bit. I have already called them out in one of their chapters under the account FandomWorld2, but that is not enough.

They must be called out on this. They have been posting MULTIPLE fics in a single day for over a year.

Here is the list of creators they have stolen from. And keep in mind this is only the sub! Genshin book. And most is not all of these creators (even if they don’t exist anymore, tagged wrongly, have moved, if so, please let me know) have had at least more than one of their works stolen. In addition, it does not matter if some of these people have deleted or already deactivated their accounts. You still stole many writers’ works for nearly a year and you deserve to be called out on it.

@secretivemessenger @dvlboy @saelipse @uplatterme @sugarcause @piphours @qaevze @sh1-n0bu (I’m so sorry for tagging you three times 😭) @topheecoffe @smashsubs @woncherie @dilucsrevenge @devilris @rene-darling @dains1ief @dottcre @winterjoy500 @nxiispire @fatui-gf @noomiisz @latimeria-fell-from-heaven @mackjlee9 @cyberbark @fanfic-gallery @thedevilsdom @t4rt4gl14 @xkseii @iansrambles @grincubus @cybersp4c3 @sour-chaii @bunny-eats-fox @sinfulcries @akkkkollle @acid-ixx @genacity @1-800-clawro @chifuyusangel @fairydollsteps @lovingelegance @etsuven @k0rek1yos @euph0ric-bliss @seaoflostdreams @darlingpwease @oceisastar @jhuzen @hhonghu @mothmanperson @latimeria-fell-from-heaven @simeralli @yaekiss @yanyanfeii @limitedtempo @nickae

Again, ONE BOOK! Only one book, and this how many creators you have stolen from. I’m going to bet all my life savings, none of these creators have ever received a dm from you asking if it was okay to use their fics.

Once again, thank you @dvlboy for bringing this entire matter to light. The fact that some people have the fucking audacity to do this is beyond appalling, considering a lot of writers put their passion into this.

Also I don’t care if I clog up the tags. This deserves all the recognition, both good and bad.

Personally, I’m grateful I don’t have to see my works get stolen or crossposted. But if I do, I’ll be sure to tell you to your fucking face because I don’t like my works being posted anywhere or by anyone other than me.

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Sweetie!!! How are you doing? Have you been kind to yourself lately? Treat yourself to some nice stuff, you deserve it ;)

good morning/afternoon/evening, loveliest of them all (<3)!

i've doing normal, nothing good but nothing bad going on. what about you? how has life been treating you?

i'll treat myself this weekend to something nice (^^).

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . dc may have me in a certain chokehold nowadays, especially certain batfamily (shame on me really). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 501 words.

without even having to ask, dick let himself lie down with the tranquility belonging to a prince on your bed. his body, freshly showered after your incessant comments on the matter, relaxed almost excessively before the remarkable comfort of the soft blankets that covered the mattress, adding to the tender pillows where his head rested in absolute calm. in itself, the moment seemed magical, as if he were lying on a cloud; although, the characteristic perfume of his beloved made an unconscious smile appear on his lips.

—look at the prince, so comfy on my bed.

opening his left eyelid, his gaze soon found the figure of whom his mind thought so much. leaning sideways against the door frame, you watched him with a smile similar to the one he had. with slow steps, knowing that he wouldn't move from there, you shortened the space that once existed between both, to merely two meters.

in a similar way to what he had done mere minutes ago, your body met his directly when, as if nothing, you laid down on him. a growl escaped from dick's lips as soon as the collision occurred; despite that, his smile never faded, not when his strong arms were quick to wrap around your waist. his fingers allowed themselves to be immersed in the tenderness of your skin; your reaction being to wrap your arms around his neck. feeling your breath against his neck, he couldn't stop a laugh from escaping him. having you so close, so comfortably close to him, only made his heart beat with palpable joy.

—aren't you comfortable there?

his voice, warm like no other, asked with an obvious tone of playful sarcasm. what he was looking for was obviously to gain some other reaction, any would do for him. however, the one he did earn was enough for his lips to seal with nothing more to comment on.

your head moved up and down gently in an affirmative answer to his question, and then your entire body snuggled up against his. you had your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, cheek resting on the part mentioned above, arms still around his neck, body pressed against his left side and legs hugging his own. it was noticeable that you were tired, or at least you faked it a little too well in the eyes of the man. however, that didn't matter anymore, especially given the tempting prospect of being able to sleep with you in such a way.

a sigh escaped dick's lips, one that more than anything showed how gentle he was with you. with an expression of calm content, he rested his lips for a quick second on your skin, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. so immediately after, allowed himself to settle against your body. and, once you were both more than comfortable in the sweet embrace, the slumber in your bodies made itself felt.

the couple fell peacefully into morpheus's arms sooner than later.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . dc may have me in a certain chokehold nowadays, especially certain batfamily (shame on me really). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 501 words.

without even having to ask, dick let himself lie down with the tranquility belonging to a prince on your bed. his body, freshly showered after your incessant comments on the matter, relaxed almost excessively before the remarkable comfort of the soft blankets that covered the mattress, adding to the tender pillows where his head rested in absolute calm. in itself, the moment seemed magical, as if he were lying on a cloud; although, the characteristic perfume of his beloved made an unconscious smile appear on his lips.

—look at the prince, so comfy on my bed.

opening his left eyelid, his gaze soon found the figure of whom his mind thought so much. leaning sideways against the door frame, you watched him with a smile similar to the one he had. with slow steps, knowing that he wouldn't move from there, you shortened the space that once existed between both, to merely two meters.

in a similar way to what he had done mere minutes ago, your body met his directly when, as if nothing, you laid down on him. a growl escaped from dick's lips as soon as the collision occurred; despite that, his smile never faded, not when his strong arms were quick to wrap around your waist. his fingers allowed themselves to be immersed in the tenderness of your skin; your reaction being to wrap your arms around his neck. feeling your breath against his neck, he couldn't stop a laugh from escaping him. having you so close, so comfortably close to him, only made his heart beat with palpable joy.

—aren't you comfortable there?

his voice, warm like no other, asked with an obvious tone of playful sarcasm. what he was looking for was obviously to gain some other reaction, any would do for him. however, the one he did earn was enough for his lips to seal with nothing more to comment on.

your head moved up and down gently in an affirmative answer to his question, and then your entire body snuggled up against his. you had your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, cheek resting on the part mentioned above, arms still around his neck, body pressed against his left side and legs hugging his own. it was noticeable that you were tired, or at least you faked it a little too well in the eyes of the man. however, that didn't matter anymore, especially given the tempting prospect of being able to sleep with you in such a way.

a sigh escaped dick's lips, one that more than anything showed how gentle he was with you. with an expression of calm content, he rested his lips for a quick second on your skin, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. so immediately after, allowed himself to settle against your body. and, once you were both more than comfortable in the sweet embrace, the slumber in your bodies made itself felt.

the couple fell peacefully into morpheus's arms sooner than later.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i don't know how to write anymore, but i know i like this meow meow. also, i linked the poem once it's mentioned. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 587 words, fluff with v.

with his dark green gaze fixed on the set of intriguingly meaningful words in his book, the same one that he never seemed to let go of, v seemed to pay little to no attention to his surroundings. or that was what it seemed like when a pair of hands went on his shoulders, an unexpected touch landed on him, almost making the dark-haired man jump high in surprise.

when he was about to express his certain annoyance at such an act clearly against him, knowing in advance that it'd have to be one of his friends, his words and thoughts were inactivated by the sound of lively laughter. it wasn't the first, and he hoped not the last, time that he heard such a joyful melody that not even the most virtuoso of musicians could reproduce in its likeness.

it's not that v was someone to whom love came easily. but, you made it easy, simple, and comfortable to feel that unique appreciation.

the corners of his lips soon lifted into a soft smile, one that was accompanied by a clear relaxation of his body. the sound of your laughter decreased in volume until only the previous silence of the room remained.

—i'm sorry for scaring you, –that was the first thing that came out of your sweet lips, a false apology that was made evident by that playful grimace on your features.

—i wouldn't be able to tell the authenticity of your words, –he laughed now, closing the book he was once reading and focused his attention on and only you; —not when that smile gives you away.

more laughter followed his words, a mix of almost angelic cacophonies to his ears. in a few moments being accompanied by his own one. how could he help but feel so alive when you were next to him?

it was so peculiar and unique that it was impossible for him to explain it verbally. after all, there were no words in any language to express every feeling and every emotion that you in him aroused just by your mere presence.

just the memory of your face, those eyes that seemed to shelter the most beautiful paradise in them... a loving sigh was all v could let out of him when those thoughts came to him.

raising his right hand, he made an inviting motion, asking you to sit next to him on that couch. an invitation that took little time for you to accept, quickly sitting on the free right side of the furniture, now finding yourself even closer to him.

—william blake? –you asked, your index finger pointing at the book resting on the nearby tea table.

in response, he nodded to continue his movements by stretching his right arm in front of them and taking the book in his hand. he once again turned behind to hand you the literary volume.

a side smile decorated his face, one which became more evident when you accepted his offering and, as if nothing had happened, opened the book to read the first poem that your eyes met. to his pleasant surprise, you even began to recite it out loud.

—he who binds to himself a joy does the winged life destroy. he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sunrise. –you delivered its content calmly.

—eternity, right? –now knowing almost all of the poems by heart, v remembered the title of the piece, receiving a nod from you as an affirmation to his guess.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i don't know how to write anymore, but i know i like this meow meow. also, i linked the poem once it's mentioned. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 587 words, fluff with v.

with his dark green gaze fixed on the set of intriguingly meaningful words in his book, the same one that he never seemed to let go of, v seemed to pay little to no attention to his surroundings. or that was what it seemed like when a pair of hands went on his shoulders, an unexpected touch landed on him, almost making the dark-haired man jump high in surprise.

when he was about to express his certain annoyance at such an act clearly against him, knowing in advance that it'd have to be one of his friends, his words and thoughts were inactivated by the sound of lively laughter. it wasn't the first, and he hoped not the last, time that he heard such a joyful melody that not even the most virtuoso of musicians could reproduce in its likeness.

it's not that v was someone to whom love came easily. but, you made it easy, simple, and comfortable to feel that unique appreciation.

the corners of his lips soon lifted into a soft smile, one that was accompanied by a clear relaxation of his body. the sound of your laughter decreased in volume until only the previous silence of the room remained.

—i'm sorry for scaring you, –that was the first thing that came out of your sweet lips, a false apology that was made evident by that playful grimace on your features.

—i wouldn't be able to tell the authenticity of your words, –he laughed now, closing the book he was once reading and focused his attention on and only you; —not when that smile gives you away.

more laughter followed his words, a mix of almost angelic cacophonies to his ears. in a few moments being accompanied by his own one. how could he help but feel so alive when you were next to him?

it was so peculiar and unique that it was impossible for him to explain it verbally. after all, there were no words in any language to express every feeling and every emotion that you in him aroused just by your mere presence.

just the memory of your face, those eyes that seemed to shelter the most beautiful paradise in them... a loving sigh was all v could let out of him when those thoughts came to him.

raising his right hand, he made an inviting motion, asking you to sit next to him on that couch. an invitation that took little time for you to accept, quickly sitting on the free right side of the furniture, now finding yourself even closer to him.

—william blake? –you asked, your index finger pointing at the book resting on the nearby tea table.

in response, he nodded to continue his movements by stretching his right arm in front of them and taking the book in his hand. he once again turned behind to hand you the literary volume.

a side smile decorated his face, one which became more evident when you accepted his offering and, as if nothing had happened, opened the book to read the first poem that your eyes met. to his pleasant surprise, you even began to recite it out loud.

—he who binds to himself a joy does the winged life destroy. he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sunrise. –you delivered its content calmly.

—eternity, right? –now knowing almost all of the poems by heart, v remembered the title of the piece, receiving a nod from you as an affirmation to his guess.