Hi, my name is Arsenic and I use any pronouns. This blog will be reserved for drabbles and smaller fics, my more serious fics will be on my ao3, linked below!
I DO NOT SUPPORT AI, IF YOU USE AI DNI
I am in many different fandoms, but I'll likely mostly post COD, LADs, FF, or Enstars. (And undertale omfg I almost forgot) My favorite game of all time if FF7 Dirge of Cerberus.
I will be posting whatever pops into my mind, so don't expect anything particular from me lol. I am a bit of a freak, but I'll probably post mostly fluff.
My reader inserts will always be bisexual, and gender neutral unless specified, because I am a very fluid person and I want my reader inserts to reflect that.
My blog will feature girls kissing girls and guys kissing guys, so if that bothers you please look away
My asks are always open, feel free to put whatever you want in there, if I don't want to write or respond I just won't. But, if I haven't responded to your ask don't take it as a rejection! I am a busy college student (electrical engineering is not easy), so don't take it personally :)
The sight above you is quite… unbelievable. Though, you’re a little too lost in pleasure to really admire how they look. The black leather of Zayne’s belt stands out boldly in contrast to Valko’s warm skin.
The make shift collar should be restricting, suffocating even. But Valko only seems fueled by the feeling of being under the doctor’s strict control. “Remind me…?”
It wasn’t smart, it was genuine. You could see by the look in his golden eyes. Your fingers dig into your palms, aching to hold his face, but his hands are pinning your wrists down to the mattress.
A sharp click of Zayne’s tongue sends a whole new wave of heat through your body, whimpering as Valko’s hips stutter in their pace.
The very pace that Zayne so thoroughly instructed him on, slow yet steady. Not slow enough to hurt, given his girth, the stretch was enough to have your teeth clenching if he thrusted too leisurely.
“No marking her, dog. Your teeth stay here.” You watch Zayne’s free hand come around to grab Valko’s chin, one finger hooking in his cheek and pulling. Revealing the sharp canines that are all too eager to bestow you with the fated bond mark.
To make you his mate, to drive Zayne absolutely wild and make you Valko’s one and only.
“Got it this time?” Zayne releases his cheek with a slick pop, his other hand still gripping the makeshift belt-collar with a white knuckle grip.
“Y-yeah, doc.”
“Good dog.”
The pleasure between your thighs is steadily building, every sinful drag of Valko’s cock as your head reeling. “You still with us, princess?” He’s panting, pupils blown wide and nose visibly twitching as he inhales every bit of your intoxicating scent.
“You’re being such a good girl for us, my love.” Zayne adds behind him, peering over the broad expanse of Valko’s frame to smile down at you. The rosy hues covering his cheekbones as you clenching.
“Oh shit…!” Valko shudders, head falling forward but getting restricted by Zayne’s grip. The sound is a choked gasp, nearly a gurgle as his cock pulses between your fluttering walls. “D-don’t… you can’t look at her like th-that it makes her all tight…”
“Keep moving, dog. Don’t let her lose her orgasm.”
Zayne’s knee comes up, pressing into the muscles of Valko’s ass and forcing him to bottom out into you. The guttural sounds that escape both of you has his cock standing at attention, twitching and leaking precum as Valko audibly pants and tugs at the collar.
Without clear instruction, Valko begins taking the reins with slight hesitation. “Val, please…” you manage to gasp out, eyes watering as you struggle against the death grip on your wrists.
That alone seems to be enough, though you’d wager that Zayne’s silence is all the confirmation the wolf needs before truly pouncing.
Valko’s hips drive into you with new vigor, still mildly held back by Zayne’s grip, but still. Your breasts bounce embarrassingly hard, your eyes screwing shut as you’re unable to swallow any of the noises slipping past your slackening jaw. “Atta boy, fuck her good.”
Zayne’s words send you over the edge, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm unexpectedly slams into you. Stars explode through your vision, so lost in the moment that you barely register the painful swelling between your spread thighs.
By the time Zayne processes what is happening, it’s already too late. He yanks the collar, whipping Valko’s head back until it hits his shoulder. “What are you doing?” There is an icy edge to his tone, one that mildly sobers you up. Valko, however, looks blissed out.
“You said no marking, but you didn’t say I couldn’t knot her, doc.”
I hope this doesn’t suck… I hope I actually cooked… I’ll tag everyone who wanted to be tagged in the comments :3 - Soul
The months leading to you asking out fem!zayne were brutal. She was so hard to read, and you had teetered the edge to romantic too much to tell.
Constantly going on little outtings, of course calling them "dates" without either of you able to fully commit to the romantic aspect. Just a friend's date, you would clarify, when Tara would call you out on your obliviosness.
"Obviously Zayne doesn't want me, we're just good friends. She can't be interested in me," You keep repeating like a mantra, too scared to ruin your friendship to actually ask her out.
Sure, you two acted like a couple already, cuddling, holding hands, going on "dates" to new coffee shops. But that was how you were with all your girl friends, Zayne couldn't see it as flirting, so how could she like you back?
It wasn't until one night, when Zayne compliments your outfit on one of your movie nights (you're literally just wearing a tank top and shorts.) that you notice the way her eyes linger. Sure, Zayne wasn't much for words, but her eyes spoke a thousand words, and right then they were staring at your tits longer than they should.
"My eyes are up here," You can't help but say, face burning more than you'd like, as you finally force yourself to sit next to her. You give a bit more space than necessary, not sure if you could breathe if you were closer.
She clears her throat, a small blush gracing her ears. "Sorry, I haven't seen you wear that top before. Was... just looking at the design."
She was lying out of her ass, it was the plainest tank top you owned.
"You know... You don't have to stop looking," You force out, a fake chuckle falling from your throat, trying to pretend your words were just playful flirting nothing more. It was easy to hide behind humor, though Zayne was far from laughing.
"Does it bother you, if I say I want to keep looking?" She finally asks after a long pause, clearing her throat as she adjusts her glasses.
"Would it bother you if I said I would let you do anything you wanted to me?" You blurt out before you can stop it, immediately covering your mouth with your hand, like it can force the words back in.
"I mean- I... I just," You falter, eyebrows furrowing as fear makes your blood turn cold. You finally needed to tell her, lest you keep yourself running in circles for the rest of your life.
"I like you, Zayne. Not just as my friend, not just as my doctor, I like you," You finally confess, a weight lifting from your shoulders. "Ive been in love with you probably since we've met, it's all I've been able to think about."
You freeze, watching her expression. It's... Unreadable, more than usual. You can't tell if shes disgusted, upset, or just confused. So you wait there, hands pressing together in your lap, as you try not to panic too hard.
"I... I've loved you since that night in the cafe, the one by the playground, when you talked about that stupid game you were playing for hours. The whole time all I could think about was kissing you, and how I could listen to your voice for the rest of my life."
The confession leaves you stunned, your breath catching in your throat. You're not sure how long you stay there, floundering like a fish, until the words finally register in your head.
"Y-you, can I kiss you?" You finally stutter out. "In a 'I want to go out with you but I dont want to wait to kiss you' way."
Your request earns the sexiest cutest of smirks from her, as she makes to move to sit closer to you, hands gently cradling your face.
"Is this alright?" She asks, even though you were the one who requested this, watching in faint amusement as you quickly nod.
She leans forward, slowly, kissing you so gently you almost feel like you're dreaming. She's patient, letting you get used to her in a way other partners never have, gently guiding you with a hand on your cheek.
You're pretty sure you died and this was heaven.
Of course, the next day when you meet up with Tara, you're quick to move past the whole blunder and embarrassment of your confession, focusing instead on telling her all about the real date you have lined up for Saturday.
And, on your wedding day, Tara will give a speech all about how desperately oblivious the two of you were, and that she always knew she would end up the maid of honor at your wedding.
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Okay this was extremely nothing burger, but I've been trying to write more, and tonight I'm feeling especially gay and yearning than usual. Idk if this is even anything, but fem!zayne has been rotting my mind and I needed to write something about her.
Zayne can't understand your emotional attachment to the media you consume, how you can get to invested in lives other people have written.
He doesn't judge though, even when your movie nights end with you sniffling in his arms, crying over a person that did not exist in your mind 2 hours ago.
In fact, it's one of the things he loves about you, your limitless amount of empathy and kindness. It's what causes him to feed the stray cats he sees on his way to work, simply because he can imagine your scrunched up nose and weepy eyes when you see a particularly skinny cat. He even tries to immitate your soft tone as he feeds them, though he would never admit it.
He loves to hear about your interests as well, only able to understand the intense emotions they bring out of you when he's hearing about it from your lips. The way you just brighten, like you're talking about something dear to your heart.
You have become his favorite podcast, sending him morning voice notes that he listens to on his drive to work, yapping about that video game that's your current obsession. Of course most of it he has yet to fully understand, but it's nothing a short few google searched during his lunch break can't solve.
Plus, he found he greatly enjoyed your little game nights, where you would force him to be your seat while you played what ever game you were into at the moment.
He did enjoy watching the characters' stories unfold, and your dramatic little reactions, those soft gasps and curses, or when you'd jump out of his lap to yell at fictional men with the ugliest outfits he'd ever seen.
His favorite thing though, was when you were doing mindless leveling up, snuggled up against him, using his shoulder as a pillow as you hit the same three buttons over and over, eyes barely open. Without fail, his hand would be splayed across your stomach, occasionally using his evol to stop you from getting too hot under your soft plush blanket. His other hand would stravel, one second splayed across your thigh, the other gently moving your hair.
After particularly gruelling shifts, he would fall asleep just like that, trusting you to gently wake him if something interesting was happening, or when you finally wanted to go to the bed.
He would never complain about you taking up his free time, finding some peace in just existing next to you, being reminded that sometimes life could just slow.
And sure, he didn't feel the same intense pull to the characters you did, but he did find himself invested more than he would admit. Too many times he'd find himself going crazy, needing to know what was going to happen next, but waiting for your schedules to align to see it.
And maybe he shed a tear or two when that particularly impactful character died, glad you were too busy sobbing yourself to notice the ring of red around his own eyes
Best believe this man was indulging in all your collections too. He wasn't toxic in his masculinity, but he still felt this pull to provide. It meant, more than often, youd find a copy of the game you'd been talking about playing on your console of choice, or a random trinket from your favorite game tucked onto one of your shelves.
Oh and he'd 100% be the best convention boyfriend ever. If you picked out the cosplay, he would wear it (maybe even fuck you in it too if you asked nicely). And he'd carry all your things for you, so you only needed to worry about looking pretty and having fun. Would even carry the heavy ass prop you knew you shouldn't have brung, but brought regardless because you worked too hard on it.
After all, Zayne loved every facet of you. He wouldn't want it any other way.
I have no idea wtf this is lowkey, me and my sister have been trying to beat Braska's Final Aeon in FFX, and I needed to do something or else I was going to lose my mind lol, so this was born. If some of this is disconnected or strange, thats why. Also in the topic of FF, I think Zayne's favorite final fantasy would be eight or maybe even thirteen. I think he would find Squall weirdly charming, and would def be a Rinoa fan. I also think he would really love the music, and would find himself listening to tracks like On Our Way from VII or the thunderplains music from X.
Anyways, this was super nothing burger, Zayne I love you pls come back to us in the main story I miss you.
Been Playing FFX with my sister (we are right at the end of the game, just need to grind b4 we defeat sin) and omfg I love Kimahri sm. I love his story so much, he is so dear to me.
Looking at this on my phone the colors look sooo different, so do not judge if they're a little weird pls :)
Stick figure men but make it cannon bc I actually think this is the funniest thing they've ever done.
18+ for this one, though it's more silly than anything.
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Xavier had seen the little notebook first, caught you doodling in it while he was in the shower, lip caught between your teeth as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He didn't think much of it, more jealous you'd rather write than spend time with him.
You had noticed the glint in his eyes immediately, quickly chucking the notebook in the bedside drawer as he pounced, pressing his face into your neck, tickling you with wet hair.
He didn't think about it after, not until Zayne brought it up on one of their rare movie nights. You were off with Tara and Simone, all dolled up.
Zayne and Sylus were on both sides of him, squishing him between biceps, while Rafayel draped across all three's lap like some sort of cat. For someone so adverse to the creatures, he sure had a lot in common.
"Has she told either of you what she writes in that little book of hers?" The doctor asks absentmindedly, head resting in one hand while his other rested on Rafayel's calf.
"She has a book?" Rafayel perks up, tilting his head as he up at the three men, pouting at the lack of surprise on their faces. "What- like a diary?"
Sylus can't help but chuckle, hand petting through the fish's hair like its common place. At this point it really was.
"Shes smart, knows better than to get caught by someone so nosey," Sylus teases, that insufferable purr to his tone making Rafayel pout.
"I think its a diary, but she's also never been that into journaling before," Xavier hums softly, face resting against Sylus' shoulder, halfway between a nap.
"I thought it was odd," Zayne says with a hum, turning his attention back to the movie, curiosity satiated for now. He didn't care much, as long as he had the same information as everyone else.
"Why would cutie keep something from us?" Rafayel asks, voice practically a whine, thought he toned down his antics around the other men just a bit.
"To hide some dirty secrets, why else keep a journal?" Sylus muses, deepening his voice just to watch Xavier grimace and use Zayne as a pillow instead. He was too easy to mess with.
Zayne gladly takes the attention, relaxing in spite of the cold expression on his face.
They left it at that, turning their attention to the sight of you drunkenly stumbling into the house, happy giggles falling from your lips. It was much to easy to forget what they had been thinking at the sight of you.
It was only a matter of time that one of them got too curious, Rafayel sneaking into you (their) bedroom, looking over it's contents.
What he finds is way too good not to share, body rolling on the bed as he laughs, eventually catching the attention of the other three men.
"She- she- Oh you have to see this! I never knew she was such an artist!" Rafayel hands the journal out to the other three men, shoulders still shaking with laughter.
What they find is... a sex journal? At first glance it looks normal, your pretty hand writing and what looks like normal stick figure drawings. They aren't very good, endearingly bad.
But they also aren't very innocent either. The page Rafayel had shown them had a stick figure that seemed to resemble their dear doctor, and you bent over a desk.
"A sex journal?" Xavier is the first to voice it out loud, eyes going wide as he takes the journal out of Zayne's hands, reading over the details with a furrow in his brow. He was over his earlier jealousy towards the other men, in favor for being jealous of both you and them (very confusing, hes still getting used to it).
"On the desk? Really?" He can't help but say below his breath, earning another laugh from Rafayel and a chuckle from Sylus.
"It... It was one time," Zayne says with a sigh, looking away with burning ears.
"Let me see," Sylus plucks the journal with his evol, reading through the pages with a quirk in his brow.
"Shes been very thorough," He mutters softly, earning another embarrassed huff from their doctor.
"Her art really sells it," Rafayel adds, jumping up from the bed as the four men crowd around your journal.
It must be wrong, to get turned on by something like this, but there was a voyeuristic quality to reading about the other's escapades with you, and of the dirty reminders of what they've done together to you.
It feels like they're teenagers watching porn for the first time, some morbid curiosity mixing to coil in their gut.
So, of course that's how you find them, all four of them crowded around the journal you desperately did not want them to find, all sporting obvious hard ons.
You can't even find it in yourself to be mad, not when Rafayel turns to you with the widest smile, quickly pressing soft kisses to your cheeks while praising your art (as if he wasnt laughing at it a few minutes prior). He was obviously trying to distract you, trying to soothe your anger before you let it swell, and it was working.
"Sweetie, you know you could've told us," Sylus speaks with a dangerous tilt to his smirk, taking a step forward. "I'm sure we'd all be happy to add our own escapades."
As he speaks, he drags both Zayne and Xavier close by the collar, breathes mingling, just to watch your eyes dilate. You always got so needy at the sight of them together, part of you melting at the fact all your boys got along.
With a few more kisses to your neck, you can help but give in, a small sigh escaping your lips as you steal the journal from Sylus' hands.
"We're gonna need a larger book, then," You reply, placing a quick kiss to his lips before escaping Rafayel's clutches, placing the notebook back in it's rightful place.
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Dont even ask me what this is, I have no idea. I just saw the teaser and thought, yeah 100% my mc would make a sex journal. Youd have to, being with four insatiable men like that.
Take this as dialogue practice or something ig lmao
Been sooo lads pilled lately, so here's a part two to this drabble.
Sylus takes care of his hoard, and it just so happens that you and your men are part of it.
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It wasn't rare for you and Zayne to get home around the same time. You stuck writing reports or fighting wanderers at ungodly hours, and Zayne stuck with long emergency surgeries and late nights on call.
Usually by that time, most of the house is asleep, or the fish is off painting, leaving Sylus alone as he begins his day, just waking as you and the doctor walk through the door.
On nights like these, you and Zayne are too tired to do much. If it was just the two of you, you both would barely get through the motions of brushing your teeth and changing into comfier clothes before passing out.
Instead, Sylus couldn't stand to watch the two of you walk through the door looking so exhausted. Sure, he had riches and weapons that could count as his hoard, but the things - or people - that got his instincts stirring was the people he cared for. He couldn't stand to see his treasures, usually so radiant, so drained and dull.
Thus, he usually made it part of his routine to fuss over you and the doctor, gently crowding you both into the bathroom.
Sure, he did get some satisfaction peeling the clothes from your bodies, but his gaze was never overtly sexual in these moments, instead looking over your bodies like you both were Rafayel's paintings. Something to be admired.
He would gently coax you both into the shower, the water just warm enough to be soothing but not scolding, letting you both relax under the spray first before finally joining.
He didn't talk much in moments like these, never forcing conversation unless you or Zayne felt like lazily rambling about your days. Despite how cute your long winded mumbling can be, or how satisfyingly low Zayne's voice would get. It gave him some sort of pride when you two would talk to him without prompt, like even exhausted to your cores he was still something worth expending energy for.
He would start with you, it was always you for both of the men. Sylus always stood so you were in the middle, letting Zayne get a small show as Sylus scrubbed soap down your body. Even exhausted, the man couldn't help but admire, and something about bearing witness to Zayne's watchful stare sent a thrill down his spine.
There were a few times when the shower would pause in this moment, you or Zayne growing too needy, and Sylus was ever ready to provide. He never initiated anything too tiring, though, always content to put his mouth or his hands at work. Plus, he knew Zayne enjoyed seeing him on his knees.
Most of the time, though, the three of you would just bask in the simple intimacy. After you, Zayne would get his turn, both you and Sylus working to wash through his hair. It was rare that Zayne's evol would act up, but it wasn't uncommon. Without any words or unnecessary flare, Sylus would hold onto his arms, ignoring how the ice felt like it was burning his skin. Sylus didn't mind the pain, barely feeling it, knowing Zayne was feeling it worse. Instead, he just runs his arms across freezing skin, waiting for the moment to pass and for Zayne to relax.
Eventually, the pair would turn to Sylus, cleaning him off in spite of his continued reassurance that he was fine, that this was for them. Regardless, the two of you would gently help him wash up, lazy hands gently scrubbing pale skin as Sylus practically purred.
It's the closest thing to heaven Sylus will ever feel.
Of course he'd wrap you both in fluffy towels, till he's content with the dryness of your hair. In spit of his need to work, he always curled into the bed with the two of you. Most times Xavier would already be curled into the bed, sometimes Rafayel as well. Luckily the bed was big enough for all of you, especially since your bodies clung to each other like second nature.
For a few hours Sylus will stay like that, surrounded by the touch and warmth of his most precious things, watching over you all like a protective mother hen. It gave him great comfort to watch the stress ease from your expressions, to listen to breathes even out.
Eventually Sylus will peel himself from the bed, change into his more "business" friendly attire, and return to the underworld. But for these brief moments, all that matters is the warmth and comfort he feels surrounded by the people he's shared his soul with (literally and figuratively).
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Okay this was kind of nothing burger but I really wanted to write something tonight. This is partly inspired by the fact that in the home system, Zayne's evol acts up in the shower, and I've been feeling so so sad over him.
Plus! The new multi banner trailers came out and... Omfggggg I'm losing my shit. Genuinely foaming at the mouth I love these men sm
Hope this is somewhat enjoyable, sorry for no dialogue, I'm not the best at writing it and I felt this drabble didn't really need any.
Brushed my teeth and this came to me before bed. Low key struggle a lot to take care of myself, and this fic was just a super self indulgent way to make myself feel better about that.
Sylus and Rafayel help you with your bedtime routine, slightly suggestive but not really.
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It came soft, a small admittance neither of them were expecting.
"But... But my teeth are so yellow, and I have so much acne," You can't help but huff while you look in the mirror, poking at your skin while the two men stood behind you, watching you do your bedtime routine.
It was common for them now, for at least one of your boys to follow you to the bathroom to watch you, simply basking in the domesticality of it.
It wasn't the first time you voiced your insecurities, but it was rare. Especially these. It was something you usually never commented on, though they had noticed the way your eyes would linger on your teeth or your face with that slight furrow in your brow.
Rafayel was in the middle of comparing you to a painting when you said that, the soft teasing turning into a tense silence as both men take a minute to process your words.
Their silence makes you nervous though, unable to read the look in their eyes as you glance at them through the mirror.
"I know I should take better care of them, I just... I don't have the energy to most of the time," You admit, biting at the inside of your lip as you turn your gaze to the sink, nails tapping on the ceramic.
A soft murmur of "Cutie," and "Kitten," sound at the same time in both of your ears, causing you to look up with a small pout, barely able to stand the soft affectionate way they look at you.
"Why didn't you say something? If I knew it was bothering you I would've offered to help," Rafayel says first, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on the top of your head.
"Just... Feels silly, to admit I'd rather just go to bed then do simple things like brushin my teeth or washin my face," You mumble in response, eyes following Sylus as he moves to grab something from one of the cabinets.
"Nothings silly when it comes to you, Sweetie," Sylus responds, voice like melted honey as he finally seems to find what he's looking for, pulling out some boxes and some jars. No doubt the skin care was all Rafayel's, the brands all expensive and colorful. Plus, he was the only one of your boys who actually kept extra skincare at your apartment, most of them settling for just soap when they stayed over.
Rafayel stiffens behind you for a moment, before sighing into you hair. "You better not be using those when I'm not around," He grumbles, glaring at Sylus from behind you, earning a small chuckle.
"I can buy you more, if you're so pressed about it, fishie," Sylus responds, rummaging through your things now til he finds a fluffy blue headband, a gift from Zayne, as he finally turns to you.
"Go on, sit down. We'll take care of you," He says, softer than normal as him and Rafayel gently coax you to sit on the counter, helping you up with distracting hands on your hips.
They work quietly for a moment, Sylus humming a tune out of tune as Rafayel gently rubs some creams you don't know the name of onto your skin. It's... relaxing. A task that usually makes you feel overwhelmed suddenly rendered simple with their touch and gentle smiles.
For once their teasing stays off of you, shared only between them and never at your expense. It's soft, quiet until Sylus speaks again.
"Open up," He practically purrs, taking Rafayel's spot between your legs. Your eyebrows furrow for just a second til you get the memo, opening your mouth with slight confusion.
Without a word he manhandles your jaw, pulling your lips to get access to your teeth. If it was anyone else you probably would've cringed, but there was something about the almost-animalistic determination in his eyes as he examined your teeth. It made you feel a bit more at ease, and maybe just a little turned on.
Didn't help that Rafayel was leaning against your shoulder, breath ghosting your neck, clingy as always.
"Stay still, sweetie," Sylus mutters as he takes a whitening strip, ones he double checked on the box was for sensitive teeth. He pulls the strip over your teeth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stretched them just so.
You can't help but drool a little, mouth held open by his hands, eyes fluttering shut.
Maybe you would let them do this more often. Or maybe you just discovered something about yourself.
If Sylus notices his affect on you, he doesn't comment on it, simply stepping back once he's done to let Rafayel continue to gently wash your face.
When the whitening strips are done and thrown away, Sylus doesn't even let you brush your own teeth, brushing them for you while Rafayel continues to cling to you, whispering soft compliments in your ear.
Never has self care felt easy, often times falling asleep with a tinge of guilt before you even grab a toothbrush or a bar of soap.
Yet, your boys make it easy. Not once letting you lift a finger, unless its to trace a hand down their arm or to hold their hand. Nope, they simply take over every step of the simple tasks, even drying your face for you before gently pushing you towards the bed.
As you're curled up between them you forget what had you insecure in the first place, feeling cleaner in your own skin than you have in a long time.
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This might be horribly written, I'm literally about to crash bc I have an 8am lecture in the morning, but I wanted to write. Might edit this in the morning idk. This is for all the people out there who struggle to do basic tasks, I feel you.
