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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — mohabbot x reader smau series
1. coffee smell and lilac skin
# 𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 — you realize you’ve been into your college roommate turned coworker for years now. you think it’s gonna be an issue, so you end up switching to night shift. upon working with your night attending, you also realize you really like him too. you also see his tension with the girl your infatuated with. what you don’t seem to realize is that they are pining for you, too.
↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — features roommates javadi & reader! reader is a year 2 resident. santos, whitaker, javadi, and reader are four peas in a pod, lwk cringe, very boring hoping to come out with more in the next few days!
next part. series masterlist. dividers by @/cursed-carmine.
ᘛ꒰ྀི ◞ ◟ ꒱ྀིᘚ Pink & Purple Pixels
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learning to accept that i’ll never feel totally okay
“accept you can’t control everything” NOOOOOO
when the song has lyrics that make you wonder if it was written specifically for you
And i keep praying, and praying and praying and praying
resident evil requiem ♡
Absinthe
The wall covered / with the remnants of half-eaten meals / stained green in Absinthe.
Bruised ankles carrying weak knees / to kneel before the toilet seat. Vomit nestles in the troughs between bathroom tiles / in place of my lap.
I fold my spit-soaked fingers / as gently as I may / and I pray / to choke on it the way I did on them.
Frail, glossed over hands grasp desperately onto the lid. They slip / it closed over my head.
With every gasp rings out / I'm overcum by ecstasy. With every starving gasp / I bang it down. Over / over and over / I beat it into the dent at the back of my head it forms.
My forehead rests / against the pristine porcelain border. I drool into the bowl and spit into it / the blood pooling in my mouth.
The remains of shame and mania / condemned before me now. I am again pure of what taints me. I am salvaged in this misery;
Nausea before my eyes. Nausea / lacing between my thighs.
I can almost taste the absolute filth on my lips / with my skull lying in the toilet bowl / my conscience echoes: Sacrifice / cums and sighs / like an Angel, unforgiven.
Nausea / staining the white night gown I married in. Slumped over / the ceramic edge of heaven.
Ricky Martin guest performing at Bad Bunny's Apple Music Super Bowl Halftime Show
Goooo Benito Go!
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