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guysss i’ve been going through a really tough writing block and i’ve been struggling to write new things and complete requests :( i’m so sorry i haven’t updated in a while but i think i can gather up some writing inspiration soon… sigh. anyways, i hope you’re all having lovely days!!

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STARRR HII!!!

ive been so busy but im back and so ready to binge your work (and maybe finish my own requests but thats unlikely)

OMG HI long time no talk! i’ve been super busy too, so taking forever to finish requests is TOO real…🥀HAHAA but i’m happy you’re here again! hope you’re doing well. <3

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i’d like to be put on the tag list for gene related fics :))) also what u write is so cute HEHEHE

for sure!! and thank you so much hehehe i’m glad you’re enjoying it!!

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Hi this is so random and you don't know me but I binge read subject 3 last night since my being away from uni boredom has led me to rediscover my long forgotten silly little obsession with minecraft characters and your story has accidentally inspired me to write fanfic for the first time in FIVE YEARS and now I'm running around like a mad person brainstorming Aphmau story ideas in my notebook so thank you for being my unexpected catalyst. Anyway I absolutely adored your story and I can't wait to read more from you!! I'm so happy to see the fandom still be alive after all this time

OMG. first of all, thank you so much for reading subject 3 and loving it so much, it means a lot to me!! that story is fr my pride and joy. and second of all, I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU!! i can’t wait to see your work if you start posting!! i love seeing more writers come back to the fandom! coming back to aphmau as a uni student is truly an unavoidable canon event glad to see you join us HAHAHA

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Listen I NEED NEED NEED a second part of unlikely protecter 🙏🙏 like maybe this time it can be y/n helping gene out with something or they meet outside if school or anythiiing 😫😫

𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: pdh gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after your first encounter with him, you can’t seem to get the school’s most feared delinquent off your mind. you know now that you aren't scared of him anymore, but you haven’t had a chance to acknowledge your feelings. until an opportunity presents itself to you…

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: the reader is in denial, until she isn’t, and she gains some balls in this part and matches gene’s energy, and he likes it, obviously, fluff, sarcastic banter, confessions

𝐂𝐖: um gene. jk i honestly don’t think there’s any besides some cursing and alluding to delinquency but that’s a given tbh. he also beat some guys up but they deserved it

𝐀/𝐍: tell me why i forgot about unlikely protector like i didn’t cook there. writing a part two was so much fun!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

You heard about it at lunch.

“That’s so unlike Gene…” Two girls had huddled near you as you were stacking your plate with food. Normally, you wouldn’t pay any mind to their whispering, but their directed glances in your direction were a little too obvious for you to ignore.

After straining your neck and (not so) subtly moving closer, you were able to actually grasp onto some of their words.

“I don’t think I’ve heard about him actually going out of his way to beat someone up.”

“I know!”

That’s odd. You’d think a normal fight would be too boring by Gene’s standards. If you’ve learned anything about him—or rather, if anyone in the school has learned anything about him— is that you’re more in danger of being put in a blackmailing mind game with Gene than getting physical with him.

“Apparently his punishment is to scrub down every surface with graffiti on campus. Even if it’s not his.”

“Over punching someone over shit talk? I didn’t know he was close with her like that. That’s crazy…”

Close with her? You pressed your lips together, hoping that if you were quiet enough and moved a little closer under the guise of snagging up some tomatoes from the salad bar… they wouldn’t notice you eavesdropping.

“Oh, shit. I think she heard you.”

Damn.

(They did).

“Girl, shut up! Go, go…”

Gene beat up some guy over something said about a girl… that he is possibly close with? And why were those girls so nervous about you hearing their gossip, and staring at you like you’re a part of the drama? 

You’re not close with him, but you’re also not dense either.

You basically used him to get rid of your bullies, and miraculously haven’t been pestered with expectations of having to repay your “debt” to him for months. This may not be about you, but the slight chance that it is has you curious enough to investigate the source yourself. After all, Gene actually getting caught and in trouble isn’t very common. So who can blame you for wanting to know the cause?

You were smart enough to observe his schedule and use his status to your advantage before. What kind of trouble can a little more sleuthing cause, right?

There’s no other motive…

When the last bell of the day rang, you were thankful no one noticed when you turned on your heel to venture further into the school instead of out.

So now, here you stand idly, silently bouncing your foot against the tile as you glance into the classroom the renowned delinquent has been assigned to clean today. He’s alone, shoulders tense as he scrubs at a desk with nothing more than a sponge and a bucket of soapy water.

Come on, the teachers couldn’t have even given him cleaner?

Wait.

What are you even doing here? Did you think you’d come scrub graffiti with him before skipping out of the school together to get some ice cream and braid each other’s hair? This is the same guy that scared your bullies away with an irritated glance and a flick of his cigarette. Just because he let you go once doesn't mean he’ll let you go a second time.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Gene exhales sharply out of his nose, lightly punching the surface of the desk and muttering something that—if you have to guess—is likely very offensive to whichever teacher shoved him here.

Shit, he looks pretty pissed.

Maybe this isn’t the best idea…

It’s okay. He hasn’t noticed you yet. You slide a foot back to quietly walk away, and—

Squeak!

You freeze when dark eyes meet yours, Gene’s attention pulled by the loud rubber of your shoe sole skidding against the floor.

Great, you’re in his sights. And it’s too late to back down now.

The two of you stare at the other for a few beats, his face morphing into a Cheshire grin as your face pales a shade.

“You know, stalkers aren’t supposed to be caught so easily.” His eyebrow raises in amusement. “Want some pointers?”

“I wasn’t stalking you.”

“That’s how you got those guys off your ass, isn’t it?”

You swallow thickly, humming in faux confusion. This was a bad idea.

“You’re a smart girl. I know you learned my schedule to scare those guys off. And you know that I know. I’m pretty sure we’ve already had this conversation, actually. So the doe-eye card isn’t gonna work.”

Why couldn’t you just go home?

“But…” Gene leans back on a desk, his punishment forgotten as his stare pins you in place. “I didn’t think you would still be watching me. What, you have a crush on me or something?”

Your eyes widen at his bold claim, heat climbing your neck and rushing to your cheeks. Shit, he’s smiling wider now.

“Wh—no! I don’t!” you sputter.

“That’s adorable.”

You nearly choke on your spit. “I said I’m not stalking you—“

“Then you’d hunt down any trouble maker alone in a classroom simply to check on him?” He stands, circling the desks around you like a predator ready to pounce. “We’ve both established you’re smarter than that.”

You fall silent, mouth agape as Gene reads you like a book, flipping through the pages of your secrets like it’s nothing. “I’m… just…”

Gene smirks at your floundering, and out of pure stubbornness you take a second to steel yourself before continuing. “I’m curious why you’re here in the first place. I heard you got in a fight over a girl. It seems unlike you…”

“Jealous?” he taunts. “You really do pay more attention to me than I thought.”

You squint your eyes, and he simply laughs. He’s just a few steps away from you now, the only thing separating you is a desk.

“The girls I overheard it from were looking at me.” You lift your chin. “Why would they care if I heard? I’m not jealous, I’m… curious, like I said. Why would they act like the situation involved me if it didn’t?”

Gene stares at you for a good few seconds, still confidently smiling as if this confrontation is just simple small talk.

“You know, if you weren’t so irritatingly sweet and quiet you’d be an incredible Shadow Knights member.” He leans forward. “If you were just a little crueler in personality you’d be the perfect little stalker for me. Acting all innocent while gathering everyone’s secrets.”

“You changed the subject.”

He tilts his head, crossing his arms. You notice his scabbed over knuckles now, though he doesn’t seem to be injured anywhere else.

“Hm… I haven’t blackmailed you to be a part of my group or made you do any dirty work for me—considering you, you know, used me and all—” You open your mouth to interject, but he continues. “And I just beat the shit out of some assholes talking about you. Wanna take an educated guess why I did all that, doll?”

You blink.

Gene rolls his eyes. “I guess I’ll take you staring at me like a fish out of water than you crying like last time.”

“You like me?”

He doubles over, his raspy laugh echoing against the empty classroom. “Are you trying to be oblivious or is it that hard to understand?”

What is happening?!

“I didn’t think I would be your type…” You clear your throat, trying to calm the flush across your face.

“Well you haven’t stalked me good enough if you don’t even know my type,” he sighs under his breath.

“...Why?”

He looks up at you. “Huh?”

“Why did you beat that guy up? What did he say?”

He scoffs, turning his head away. “I did it ‘cause I can.”

You blink again. “That’s it? You’re really not going to tell me why? Or ask for anything in return?”

He shakes his head, letting out an unamused chuckle as me returns to the desk from before, picking up the sad excuse of a sponge.

“I’m not going to tell you what he said about you. You don’t need to worry about those kinds of people messing with you anymore,” he mutters, voice trailing off into annoyance—as if this admittance of softness towards you is a lot more difficult to show than he’s letting on. “And I already told you it wouldn’t be fun to mess with you like that. If you wanna keep your good girl rep you should probably just accept the help and run off like last time.”

You watch as he returns to scrubbing the desk, his dry tone dying into silence. Before it can prolong into awkwardness, you slowly approach him, grabbing another sponge that’s conveniently floating in the bucket. As you fold your fingers into the material and start scrubbing away at some doodles on the desk next to his (Seriously, did someone sit and engrave this desk with a pencil?), he throws you a bewildered glance.

The pure, caught off guard expression on his face is honestly amusing, and though your nerves are shot you can’t help but let out a quiet snort, turning your face away to stifle your laugh.

 “What’s so funny, giggles?”

You clear your throat. “I’ve never seen you look like that before…”

“Well, can you blame me?”  he asks, bewildered. “Why the hell are you helping me?”

“As thanks.” You shrug, cleaning graphite from a heart in the corner.

He deadpans. “You want to help me.”

“Yeah. You’re not so bad.”

His direct stare into the side of your head starts to make your ears burn before he speaks up again.

“You’re not gonna cry again?”

You sigh under your breath. “I’m not scared of you.”

“Really?”

The muscles in your shoulders tense as his footsteps resound against the tile, the faint smell of cologne masking cigarette smoke filling your nose as he crowds your space. 

“Not really,” you half lie. “You used to.”

“And now?”

“Earlier, you said it yourself that I have a crush on you.” You clear your throat, squaring your shoulders in faux confidence despite how you can’t possibly look into his eyes right now. “Why would I like someone I’m scared of?”

“Oh?”

You can hear the smirk in his voice, the bastard, and to save face you quickly jump back, glaring at him with a flustered huff. 

“Do you want my help, or not?”

He chuckles, smiling wide. The soft crinkle in the corner in his eyes is almost startling, but you can’t stare at it as long as you want to before he returns to his desk.

“I guess I am in a hurry today.”

You take a moment for your heart to steady before you respond. “What for?”

“...My mom asked me to go grocery shopping for her after school,” he mutters, before sighing under his breath and hanging his head as he scrubs the desk with a little more urgency than before. “I’m so boned.”

You laugh under your breath again, quickly covering your mouth when you watch him slowly send a glare your way. And though it makes you jump, you can’t sense any true malice behind it, so you let your chuckles prolong for a moment longer.

“Are you really laughing at me again? Do I really not intimidate you?”

“You’re just funny.” You smile. “Big tough guy scared of his mom. It’s typical.”

He shakes his head. “You’d be scared of her too if you met her.”

“With a son like you she’s gotta be a force of nature.”

“…Whatever.”

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head. “I’m helping you, and you’re showing me attitude?”

“Don’t—Are you using my own intimidation tactics against me?” he scoffs, raising his own eyebrows in return. “Are you going to help me?”

“Only if… you buy me ice cream after.”

“…Fine.” He dips his sponge into the bucket, before suddenly smiling to himself, a small chuckle following after. “Ice cream is all you want… I’ve gotta teach you better blackmailing methods.”

“No way.”

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if subj 3 book 2 was The Power of Friendship and slice of life sprinkled with plot while all the characters go “👀 aph seems to be going through a lot huh? anyways” i know i wouldnt be mad

(like obviously they check in and care about her but largely theyre like “girl we do not envy whatever drama you have going on”)

hahaha honestly i'm going to go that route just because the issues and plot points in pdh s2 don't really align with the plot line i already have going. i'll incorporate some of it but the alpha trials and stuff will not be making the cut i fear

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I honestly feel so bad whenever someone mentions how Jess had to change HER story to please others AND to not get threats. Like come on people I loved MCD but knowing the shit Jess (AND JASON) had to go through is sad

i know... most of us were kids back then, but it really does only take one or two really rough people to ruin someone's spark. i'm not super informed on the whole situation because i haven't watched or read what they've said about it yet (that's on me lol whoops), so i'm not fully sure how i feel about it, but i could never imagine harassing someone over how they write. it's pretty terrible behavior.

but! on a lighter(?) note i recently saw that the cocomau videos were solely to fund their roleplays since they weren't making good money in 2019. i hope them talking about this finally means we'll be getting our older style videos and roleplays back!

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me patiently awaiting ur next appearance <3

hi hi hi!! i am in fact about to make another post :D i spent a little extra on this one (on accident lol, i got carried away) so that's why it took me so long!

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I love Gene so much but we'll we be able to get more Vylad content?? 🥺🥺🥺

yes! i love vylad! i'll try to include him when i can hehe

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Omg I remember when I had first started reading you last summer, and let me tell you queen…

THAT SUMMER WAS GOOD 😛🙌

Your writing is absolutely amazing!! And I know things may be rough right now for you to find time to write sooo take all the time you need and do not push yourself

HEYYY omg thank you!! :') it has been a little difficult to find inspiration but i'm so excited to have more time to be motivated and take my time writing new stuff! thank you for this though it was really motivating and reassuring to hear you're so kinddd

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I’m taking a poop right now and you’ll never guess which one of your followers is telling you this LMAO

yeah except anon i bet you didn't guess i do know who you are and that i was in your walls like this

um jk... i hope your poop was... successful?

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STAR IF YOU CAN HEAR ME MAKE THE CHARACTERS (esp laurance & garroth) TRUE TO THEIR MCD SELVES CUZ APH LITERALLY SAID SHE BUTCHERED THEM SO SHE WOULDNT GET THREATS 4 HER CHARACTER ENDING UP W AARON. WE NEED CHIVALRY BACK

don’t you EVER doubt for a second that i would, anon. they will NAWT be selfish and immature on my watch. not on this blog. i’m a chivalrous garroth and laurance truther!!! knights in shining armor!!

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Looking at number sixteen on the request list with an overly excited smile. Gene save me!!!!!!! Save me!!!!!

HAHAHA so valid anon. gene content is something i crave for

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I missed ur writing and HUZZAAHHH!!!! you're posting again!!! YIPPEE

hiii!!! yes i am back!! i’ve cut down on hours at work and i’m almost done with my last summer class so you’ll be seeing more from me!!

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trying to plan out pdh s2 portion of the next book of subj 3 and omg at this point i may just go full canon divergence cause why is the whole plot centered on alpha/omegaverse stuff and boy drama </3 i forgot that part of mys starts so early i'm gonna cry where is the platonic love and relationships where is it i need it NOW.

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hi star!! if rqsts r open could you write for mcd laurance garroth & gene w that trend where reader accidentally calls them husband (when they are dating alr but not married)

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth, gene, & laurance

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: cheekily calling them husband as a prank... how do they respond?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, established relationship, slight angst for gene (not sorry), i tried to make the reader gn!

𝐂𝐖: jealous reader in laurance’s, subtle innuendo in gene’s (but nothing explicit), and gene’s takes a bit of a dark turn with hints of kidnapping (it’s mcd gene what do you expect)

𝐀/𝐍: hi anon!!!! this was a fun one so thank you for requesting! also i actually checked my work before posting this time so if there's an error lmk so i can pass away in shame /j

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

“Once again, my husband must leave me by my lonesome…” you sigh, leaning back against the tree with a dramatic toss of your arm and droop of your head.

“Wh—what?”

Peeking open an eyelid, you watch the unraveling of the head guard’s composure in pure amusement. Despite the fact that the two of you are alone on the path to the guard’s tower, Garroth whips his head around for any witnesses, his ears turning a dark shade of red that spreads over to his cheekbones in quick succession. You’re sure that if there is anyone around who heard your claim, the poor man might actually faint from the "scandal".

He blinks, once, twice, as if trying to reprocess your words, his eyes rounded as he stares at you. It takes a few moments of him stammering before he finally finds a sliver of composure.

“Husband?”

You hum in agreement, lacing your hands together and batting your eyelashes. A part of you feels guilty in teasing the reserved man so much, but you can’t help but push him a little further, giving a faux pout. “Do you not like me calling you that?”

“No!” he quickly says, clearing his throat and looking to the side in timidness for his loud outburst. “I do not dislike it in the slightest. I just… It’s unexpected.”

You tilt your head, inching closer to him with an air of innocent curiosity, though if he took the time to look you in the eye (which the poor man was struggling in doing this very moment), he may notice the twinkle of pure mischief in your irises. “Is it?”

“I… did not know you took your feelings for me so seriously.” He sucks in a breath, looking up at you through his thick blonde lashes. “Unless you didn’t mean it?”

His serious tone stops you in your tracks, and you suddenly feel a little guilty. You almost gasp at the look he’s giving you, the sight comparable to a kicked puppy, and you rush forward to cup his cheeks in your hands.

“I do mean it! I’ll admit, I was teasing you, but I truly do wish to call you my husband!”

He looks down at the grass beneath your feet, his eyebrows still furrowed as he reaches up to cup your hands in his. After a moment, you watch his face slowly relax, before… a smile slowly curls up on his lips. In fact, he looks a bit smug.

Realization dawns when his previous worry is nowhere to be found in his expression.

“You—!”

Garroth closes his eyes, tilting his head into your palm. His ears are still a bright red, and his fingers tremble over yours, but his expression is purely content. Oh. He got you good.

“You’re going to be my undoing, my darling…” he sighs, giving a shy glance at the empty road once again before pressing a kiss against your fingers. “Though I will gladly make your wishes come true. Any and all that you can give me. And if one of them is to make me your husband, I am more than willing to comply.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

“My husband doesn’t care for those, thank you…” You raise a polite hand to the marketplace vendor offering you some fresh vegetables. “I’ll just keep what I’ve already bought.”

“How considerate…” Gene’s deep voice practically purrs by your ear, his hands clasping around your shoulders. “For you to remember my preferences.”

You blink, eyeing him from the corner of your peripheral vision as he leans forward, smiling at the vendor. “Isn’t that the sweetest?”

“Ah, yes…” The vendor uncomfortably nods, setting down the basket he had been trying to barter with an awkward smile.

“Thank you for your services today. Now, I have husbandly duties to attend to, so we’ll be off.”

The vendor’s face turns red at the implication, and you’re sure yours is a similar color as you whip your head towards Gene with wide eyes. He merely smirks, fingers still almost possessively curled around your arms as he guides you back towards the street.

“Those are bold words, sweetie…” You stumble along with him, and you sense your small little prank may be unfolding into something you didn’t expect. “Are you willing to go through with your claims?”

“Ah, hm…?” you shakily hum, daring to meet his piercing gaze as he grins at you. You swear you catch a glint of red, the color possessive and deep.

“If I’m your husband, I’d have to whisk you away with me every time I leave, wouldn’t I?”

You swallow, nodding quickly at the idea. “I’ve been asking you for months.”

He looks down, tucking you into his side as you leave the crowd, the dirt road that eventually leads to your cabin a familiar sight under your feet. Though the tight grip Gene has on you is new, his touch burns into your skin—a dominating and almost overwhelming feeling.

“And once again, I’ll tell you you don’t know what that means,” he murmurs lowly.

You frown at his words. “But I want to be with you.”

It should be concerning that you truly don’t know much about the details of his job, especially with how much he cautions you about it. You know you’ve asked him about it before. Still, anytime you try to remember the conversations, it feels like soft cotton fills your brain, the memories hazy before slipping away altogether.

“Maybe one day, I’ll kidnap you and really show you what I’ve been hiding, like you keep naively requesting.”

You freeze at his sudden words, looking up at him once again. A part of you wants to laugh it off as a joke, but the intensity of his stare has you short of breath, and it hits you that maybe the sinister twinge of his statement is something you should take a little more seriously.

“But for now…” You stare up into red, unable to turn or look away, and his hand curls around your jaw. “I think you should forget this silly little prank of yours before you realize the man you call your husband is actually a monster.”

And as your vision goes black, that soft cotton wraps itself in your head once again.

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“Please.” You cross your arms, a sense of possessiveness rushing over you as you stare down the bold person who dared make a move on your lover… right in front of you. “Despite the… innocence of your request, the only partner my husband will be dancing with is me.”

The festival-goer blinks in shock, a flush washing over their cheeks as their previous bravado fizzles out under your unimpressed stare. “Ah, my apologies, I didn’t know you two were actually—”

A smooth chuckle cuts them off, but before you can look back at him, Laurance pulls you back into his chest, his fingers lacing with yours.

“Yes, as a husband,” he enunciates, the shit-eating grin he most certainly has on his face evident in his amused tone. “I prioritize my loyalty over everything else. I must remain diligent to my duties as a husband, don’t I? What kind of husband would I be if I accepted a dance invite from another person?”

The person’s face has now morphed into a fully embarrassed cringe, their hands raising as if it could stop his smug rambling while they slowly back away. “I… I will take my leave, now…”

You watch the failed pursuer scurry away, not sparing either of you another glance as they disappear into the crowd. Though even if they stuck around, you have a feeling they wouldn’t be the biggest of your worries. Laurance squeezes your hand, spinning you around until you are chest to chest with him. And oh, the wide smirk on his face is enough to tell you that you’ve signed up for a war you will never win.

“My my… I didn’t know you were so possessive, my love. I can’t say I can complain, though…” He trails a finger along your cheek, inching his face closer to yours. “As your husband, this is something I should get used to, no?”

You can’t back out of this one.

“I… was just trying to get them off of you,” you huff, clearing your throat as you look anywhere but his smug face.

“Oh? Do you not want me to be your husband?” he practically whines, nudging his nose into your cheek. “My love, my light, your words wound me.”

“I didn’t say that...”

He chuckles at your quick response, and before you know it, he’s spinning you into the start of a theatrical dance, leading you into the center of the plaza. “You always keep me on my toes, don’t you? Then… should we practice the first dance of our wedding? I don’t want to waste any more time in making your claims on me a reality.”

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this is how i feel when i comment on your posts alerting the town

HAHHA bro... this made me giggle out loud fr

i honestly didn't realize how long it's been since i last posted something, that's crazy! i was scrolling through my requests realizing it's been half a year like damn... my bad guys HAHSDHDA