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Should I do Fuze? I have an idea but like.. does anyone like him??

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“Sorry! Haha! I know I’m really annoying.”

You laughed, resting your hand onto Timurs shoulder as you regained stability in your steps. Crickets sung and fireflies flew. The sun was setting and you two were heading back to the dormitory.

Alone. Just the two of you..

Timur gulped, heart fluttering at the sound of your laughter. “Annoying?” He silently laughed, body aching a little when you removed your hand from his shoulder. “Well- Ya know what I mean! Heh..” You giggled, eyes falling to the pavement below you. “I don’t think your annoying.” He chuckled again to lighten the topic. “Oh come on!” You turned and began to walk backwards, keeping sloppy eye contact with him. “You must of thought at some point that I talk to damn much or something.” You smiled widely expecting him to agree.

“I mean you do but.. I don’t really care. I think your kinda funny even.” He slowed down his pace once the dormitory doors appeared up ahead. “For real?!” You laughed again, playfully shoving him. In truth you were blank in your head. He had to be lying.. Just sparing your feelings and-

“I enjoy your company. A huge breath of fresh air.”

You slowed before coming to a complete stop. No one has ever told you such a thing before. It’s always complaints of your humor being too distasteful or your voice being too loud. You tried to calm it but it was who you were.. and no one liked that.

But him? You glanced back to his face, loosing yourself in his features. God his eyes are so dreamy.. Perfect fucking smile and such a soothing voice. And a tight fucking ass

You quickly snapped out of your trance and swallowed hard. You kicked some pebbles around for a second, contemplating his words. “Do you mean that?”

“Да, I do. Swear.” He placed a hand on his heart and the other into the air. “That’s uhm.. very sweet of you.” You turned to open the door to the dorms before Glaz reached out and stopped you. “Hey.” His voice called from behind you, his strong grip pulling you away from the heavy metal doors.

“Yessss?” You turned slowly, face expressing confusion. “Maybe we could enjoy each others company some more. Like.. A lot more.” His hand slid down to yours, holding it gently. “What did you have in mind.” You grinned widely, the nervousness from before now gone.

“Maybe like a date?”

“Yeah. I’d like that Timur..”

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“God could I get any uglier..”

You sighed, pinching the bright red pimple on your face. You released the pesky bump in defeat, wiping tears from your eyes. Washing your hands and looking back into the mirror, your face dropped more. “Butterfaced bitch.” You mumbled to yourself, aggressively drying off your hands. The distance scent of lavender became sort of calming in a way.

“Don’t talk to yourself like that.” Alex stepped into the steamy room, noticeable fog pushing out the doorway. You jumped slightly at his voice. He was never around much so any time you were reminded of his presence was like a jumpscare. “Heh- I forgot you were here.” You exhales sharply in a relieved way, removing your hand from your chest and placing it flat onto the white countertop of the sink.

Alex stayed silent as he stepped close, boots clunking on the wet tile. “Are you alright.” You asked, keeping your head diagonal in an attempt to hide the pimple. He extend an arm and gripped your chin gently, turning your head to face him fully. Scoffing, you lift your head away from his hand and try to walk out the bathroom but was stopped immediately by his arm blocking your path. “Ah ah ah.” He turned slowly, using the same arm to wrap around your waist and pull you in. Resisting, you continued to struggle in his grasp just before he gripped your arms and held you still.

“What did I tell you about talking about yourself that way.”

“I don’t know. That I shouldn’t do it and I should tell myself I look magnificent everyday??” You spoke sarcastically, relaxing your body finally. Alex stepped closer slightly and hold you better, your dripping hair soaking his sleeves. “Exactly.”

You roll your eyes and try to escape again before he put you back in place and made you look at him. “You can’t keep putting yourself down, малыш.” His eyes bore into yours, expression unreadable but words dripping with affection. “It’s not that damn easy Alex.” You look to the ground to avoid his eyes. “It’ll take time. But I think you should at least start to try.” Alexsandr removed his arm from your waist to pull down his balaclava to reveal a small smile.

“Promise me?” He asked softly.

“Can’t promise that.” You attempted to make a run for it but his grip on you tightened.

“Promise. Me.” He demanded, as if you didn’t have a choice. “Fine..” You dramatically sighed before dropping your head to his chest. “Say it” He ran his fingers up and down your wet back.

“I promise.”

“Good. Dinners almost ready.” He let go of you, drying his hands on the towel around your body. You glanced up at the mirror noticing the pimple again before exhaling deeply.

“And for the record..” Alex stopped in the door way, turning his head to face you, “I think your perfect Y/N.” Alex smiled as your body relaxed at his words. He left as quietly as he appeared and you were alone again.

Once last look in the mirror almost ruined the moment before his words echoed in your mind. Taking a deep breath, you quietly mumbled a half assed affirmation and quickly turned away to finish getting dressed. Over and done with! It wasn’t until you were halfway done with pulling your tee over your head when his words came to you again.

“Perfect.” You repeated in the mirror. You laughed, not being able to believe yourself. A couple more seconds before.. you smiled.

“He thinks I’m perfect.”

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“Do you love me?”

Maxim stayed silent, keeping his back turned to his desk. Seconds passed but just before you could call out his name he sighed deeply. “No. No, I don’t love you.” He replied coldly.

In the moment, you sat dumbfounded as you tried to process his words. “But-“ You started, tears welling in your eyes as thoughts rushed through your head. But just before you could cry out a response he spoke again, keeping his backed turned to you. “I take off whenever I can to spend time with you because I don’t love you. I watch and listen to you carefully so I can determine your mood.. Because I don’t love you.” Maxim stated, eyes still deeply fixated on his knives and daggers.

“I sit through all your cheesy rom-coms and repeated Disney movies just to spend whatever moments I have left with you, cause I don’t love you. Making dinner, initiating dates, teaching you my skills, welcoming you into my home and my bed. Only because I don’t love you.” Maxim turned a little so he could side eye you.

You beamed a smile at his words and sniffled slightly. “You could’ve just said you did..” You giggled, going back to your work.

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Mental illness is when you check the tf2 x reader Tag every night and every time you wake up

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this but Tachanka

i would kill and/or die just to get to wake up every day and see maxim "kapkan" basuda sleeping right next to me. i would sacrifice anything just to be able to jerk suck and fuck him daily, literally every single day of the week, every single hour, minute, second of the day. i wanna worship him ride him smell him lick him inhale his scent and become one with every atom of his glorious body. i want his voice to be the only thing i can hear i want to be in the fabric of his mask his armor and his clothes so that i could feel his warmth all the time and so that i could be touching him every day i want to be the water when he's showering i want to be the food he eats i want to be his weapons i want to be the air he breathes i want to be in every cell his body has i want to be every molecule on him or around him. i want to be his brain just so i could experience him entirely and so i could only exist and live if he does. i dont need therapy i need maxim "kapkan" basuda deep inside of me.

love your writing btw!!!<3

I feel like I’m becoming a confessional booth for y’all. Should I get a black shirt and a white collar and start a R6s church?

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Mental illness is when you check the tf2 x reader Tag every night and every time you wake up

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Guys I mean fictional bf don't come at me-

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NO BECAUSE SHOPPING WITH MICHAEL WOULD BE EXACTLY LIKE THIS

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