i just found my discord account and scrounged around for the servers I never left and said goodbye to all my old rp partners and internet friends and everyone who made me me. and I may be sobbing but i am so happy I got myself to say goodbye. these people were a bug part of me. I've always had issues with fearing forgetting the people who formed me as a person so i'm so happy that this time around I still had contact with them and I got to finally say goodbye.
if you still have contact with any of your old friends, I encourage you to talk to them. say goodbye. thank them. tell them you love them. it feels so nice.
I'll miss you guys. thank you.
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to say satoru is just clingy would be quite wrong actually.
“give me a kiss”, he pleads, voice soft, and eyes even softer. tenderness seeping from them as he looks at you, his gaze slowly shifting from your eyes to your lips in anticipation.
“i just gave you one”, you push a finger against his puckered lips.
“that was a long time ago, give me another”, he rolls closer to you. his body now completely on your side of the bed and his head on your pillow.
he throws an arm over you, his hand reaching at your back to pull you in until you’re squished chest to chest.
“that was three seconds ago”, you correct him.
“come on, my delicate. give me my air. or else i’ll suffocate and die”
“mmm? i am your air?”
“yes, you are”, he nods his head and puckers his lips again, waiting.
you kiss him softly. almost through a chuckle at his words at first, until his soft pink lips melt your sounds into a low hum. his hand trailing up from your back to your hair, fingers dancing like a tender rain on your scalp.
when you pull your face away, you drag a needy moan out of him along with it. almost like he’s out of air again.
“another one”, his breath shallow. “give me another”
to say he’s just clingy would be wrong. he’s just a human, so in love, who can’t hold his breath for too long.
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Damian: "Red Hood has a pretty severe concussion. What do I do?"
Tim: "Extraction's still ten minutes out, just keep him talking."
Damian, urgently pressing the comm: "I don't want to talk to him, he's even more insufferable than usual."
Jason, lying on the ground, eyes closed: "That's funny Junior, because head trauma's the only thing that makes you bearable."
Damian, to Tim: "I'm leaving. It won't be the first time we've had a closed casket."
Tim, groaning disgustedly: "Robin--ugh, seriously, just stay there and keep him awake."
Damian, seething even more when he sees Jason's smirk: "Fine."
Jason, cracking open one eye: "Aww, are you concerned about me?"
Damian: "Shut up. The only thing I'm concerned about is our family's reputation after your public wipeout on that stupid motorcycle."
Jason:
Damian: "Are you still awake?" *kicks him* "Todd?"
Jason, grinning: "You said our family."
Damian, furious: "I didn't. You've lost more brain cells than you could afford."
Jason: "Wait 'till Tim hears, I think he'll want a group hug. Bruce is probably going to get emotionally constipated. Dickie would probably cry--"
Damian, panicking as he hears the Batmobile get closer: "Stop. Do not tell him--"
Jason: "You better erase every single fucking video of me crashing then."
Damian: "You have a deal."
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