About me: Hello, this is just something I do for fun and I don't take it too seriously. So I might disappear for weeks as I might be really busy with school or other personal life stuff. My Requests/asks are always open so feel free to communicate with me through that or request any headcanon though I do not guarantee a speedy response. Also, I am always looking for new anime recommendations so if you think I'd like something feels free to let me know that way too. Hope you find yourself at home here, if you find anything triggering or insensitive let me know and I will add a trigger warning or remove the content as this is a safe space and I want everyone to feel welcome <3
God I hate my best friend's boyfriend. Or maybe I hate that I let a man take my best friend from me. Over a decade of friendship (literally the majority of my life) and I've been ghosted. I knew it was coming, I saw signs that he was isolating them, antagonizing me and our other friends. But I guess I thought when the chips were down they would choose us. I shouldn't have given my opinion of him, I let him taunt me and I took the bait. God I hate my best friend's boyfriend. But I really just miss my best friend.
In celebration of graduation let's talk about how a guy I was talking to ghosted me a week before graduation... And he was the class speaker. So when he was giving his speech he made direct eye contact with me the whole time.
Anyway toxic men are not it... But I would be doing a disservice if I didn't tell you how well honors cords work for makeshift handcuffs. They are silky enough so they don't hurt on the skin and the braids prevent them from tightening too much. Stay safe and stay slutty
Begone out of my drafts!!!! Finished this today to finally post something again :D hope you all enjoy
Warnings: yandere! Feitan, college au, female reader, body gore (not reader), murder, description of death, description of torture, description of…. deadlines
“Great! I think I still have your number from that statistics project, so I’ll text you sometime soon.” You put your notebook back in your bag and smiled brightly, shoes clicking on the pavement as you turned to leave. “See you!”
Feitan just held up a hand and waved ever so slightly.
You left, leaving Feitan, Phinks and Chrollo by themselves, the latter two both looking at each other in confusion, Phinks, in particular, looking like he was struck by lightning. Chrollo controlled his emotions a bit better, and just fashioned a calm smile, turning to Feitan with the intention to clarify matters.
“Who was that?”
“You mean what the fuck was that?” Phinks interrupted before Feitan could even begin to explain, the blonde’s eyes wide and hands flying into the air with an exaggerated motion. “’Interview about the wellbeing of international students on campus;?! Since when do you care about crap like that?”
“It is favour.” Feitan refused to show any kind of reaction. “She help me with applying for art project.”
That seemed to satisfy neithers question.
“Pakunoda once busted you out of juvy and you didn’t show up the next day to her birthday because you ‘didn’t feel like it’.” Feitan’s indifference to the anecdote only fueled both men’s confusion at the sudden change of heart. “Since when do you do anything out of the kindness of your heart?”
Chrollo - Nothing special, in general just the basic wrapping style. If he is feeling extra special he might add bows, but will get unreasonably angry when he gets it stuck to his hand.
Hisoka - Really clean lines, dare I say perfect technique and they look stunning. However he absolutely ties the ribbons so you can't get them off without cutting them and he silently judges you for not being able to get them undone.
Shalnark - What he lacks in skill he makes up with pure enthusiasm, but to say the gifts look ugly is an understatement. But it's the thought that counts!
Illumi - Doesn't care about Christmas and doesn't understand the reason to wrap the presents. Hisoka might force him to put on a tape bow, but other than that he will just hand it to you.
Uvojin - King of "just put it in a bag", it could be the easiest thing to wrap, but it is going in a bag. He would also ask for the bags back to reuse next year.
Shizuku - Would watch YouTube tutorials for extremely complex wrapping techniques. However halfway through wrapping she forgets the complex pattern and wings it.
Nobunaga - Watches Youtube tutorials and executes them perfectly.
Phinks - Uses too much wrapping paper and ends up placing the gift inside a crumbled ball of wrapping paper with one really long piece of tape circling around it holding it together.
Machi - Gets them professionally done then claims that they wrapped it.
Pakunoda - Thinks bags and old boxes are copouts and will wrap anything no matter the shape. It is always impressive to see the engineer level patterns she creates.
Feitan - Didn't understand the concept of "wrapping paper" and just used printer paper. Also didn't bother with scotch tape and used duck tape. And used ropes as ribbon.
Franklin - Just gives cash in a card, but Hisoka said something one year, so out of spite he began wrapping the cards.
Kortopi - Buys everyone a blanket and they wrap it in the way that resembles candy.
Kalluto - Does not have Christmas paper so she settles for Happy Birthday paper.
Bonoleno - Uvojin made a joke one year about how he should wrap presents like a mummy and he has been doing it since.
Eyo, what's it been like a couple of months since my last fic post. Crazy! am I right? Please ignore the fact I fall off the face of the earth sometimes. Anyway here is what I do best basic feitan fic. Except this is my first attempt at some sort of yandere/Stockholm situation because, well, I want to and I am in the mood to be treated poorly.
Please note that if anyone attempts to do almost everything you are about to read, that is a red flag. Stop seeing them, ghost them, flee the country and change your name. Whatever you have to do. Though it might be romantic to read it is dangerous to live. This is a story about someone experiencing stockholm syndrome if that makes you unfortunately dni.
Rated R: Gore, Sexual Themes, Dark, Yandere, Feitan
It's been weeks since they left their old life, maybe months. It is hard to count days when the day and night mix so often, but it has at least been 3 weeks since y/n started counting. Maybe it was close to a year? Though that doesn't matter a day or a year hold no meaning when talking about their old life. It's hard to remember a time before Feitan.
He is a monster, he kills with no remorse and he harms with pleasure, a year or two ago y/n would be repulsed at the idea of this person. However, living and watching torture changes you, is at least y/n's running theory. Once the hand of someone inflicting pain softly rubs the red welt or wound compassionately, almost with sorrow, you don't see a monster, at least that's y/n's running theory.
"idiot, no one can comprehend this" a disembodied voice of the past says as clear as day. Suddenly it comes back. The sounds of snapping and name calling. "You can't research me", the sheet paper before their eyes, in one moment it was ink on a page now the face that once laid stagnant moves.
A scared voice, y/n's voice echoes in their head, "not true, you do these things for a reason". The snapping of their healed pinky and the pain that ensues after is all too real. A more clear yell is heard. "There is no reason" a familiar theatening tone of Feitan seeps into the sound proof walls, even though it is only heard as a whisper.
Buildings never forget, a picture hung on a wall stays there even after they're gone- even once the nail is removed the hole remains. A deeper scream than their own y/n recalls, a middle aged man yelps as the nail is driven into his head, followed by y/n's yell, "I don't want to look, please" a shaky breathe from the past being mimicked again by them now, "stop I can't take it anymore". Y/n wasn't meant to live, they weren't meant to eventually drive a knife into someone's stomach, and to watch as feitan pulls the slimy red intestines out of a live person. No, they weren't supposed to be alive, y/n was spared.
A sharp pain runs through their jaw as Feitan black boots make contact, "you grew up in Mentor City" blood rises to their month as the book makes contact with their stomach, "a place people go to disappear" another kick, "you, feitan, never had a chance" the smile they gave Feitan had to be impressionable. The toothy grin with their own blood staining their teeth- why else would y/n be alive.
"bitch" his spit grazes y/n's cheek as it falls to the floor, getting lost in the pile of their blood. Even if external it bonded them, they mixed. "A chance to be human" y/n said looking at their obscured reflection in a small pile of blood, "you only lived as a spider".
Y/n wasn't the first person that spoke up against Feitan, plenty went down trying to get the last laugh, but they were the first to survive it. After they passed out they awoke in a room not so different that the one they stand in now alone. It was like that for a week, out of all the torture endured during the first few months couldn't compare to being alone.
Y/n's vision clears, the once shadowy recreations of the darkest day disperse like smoke. The awareness of sitting on the ground laying against something warm and welcoming, the black sleeves seen wrapped around y/n's waist confirms it being Feitan, "Fei?" A hum is heard telling them to continue, "thank you". The grip around their torso loosens as y/n turns around to face him. Feitan's mask is down and a smirk is adorned with curious eyes. "For?" He sits up to move his face inward towards y/n. "Letting me research you." The response rewarded with a rare peck on the cheek, usually Feitan is aggressive or sensual, but rarely romantic. His face lingers by their face looking at the clear skin, it's been a while since y/n misbehaved. No purple marks tainting their skin, it was pure and unstained in high contrast to the wild and reckless love that blossomed.
Love, what a sick word, spoken from mother to child and partner to partner to show what? The significance they hold to them, something to cover up the pleas of forgiveness and the rough exterior. Though it can be pure, just a reminder that someone will always be there and that they could not live without them. It's simpler to say love than all of that, but yet it is the hardest word to utter, at least for Feitan.
Y/n is different than the other people he killed, but he can't lay his finger on it. They carried the most dangerous ability, to make him feel seen. It's an addicting effect, one he can't risk losing or letting go. The only person to make him feel something other than boredom and bloodlust and to not run at every chance they get, something they grew out of: they must be his, y/n must be his there is no other explanations, at least that is Feitan's running theory.
The person he holds so much power over at all times holds the same power over Feitan. It keeps both of them in check, and it works. The person in his arms, y/n in feitan's arm brings more warmth to him than the sun. It's addictive, it's love-- at least to them.
Y/n traces their lips against Feitan's, asking for permission silently. The neediness rivals a dog's need for affection after their owner when to work, an obedient and well trained pet. Feitan gives in taking the lead as usual, tightening his grip on their waist pulling them closer, leaving a trail of light kisses down until he finds the base of y/n's neck, slowly sinking in his teeth, biting the skin to leave a mark. A different purple mark, rather than a bruise it is a mark, a confession of love; of ownership. The squeal that escapes his lover's month is intoxicating, a high he never wants to come down from.
"I love you y/n" Feitan bits the edge of their ear in a barely audible, just for them to hear, his love is for no one else.
In celebration of graduation let's talk about how a guy I was talking to ghosted me a week before graduation... And he was the class speaker. So when he was giving his speech he made direct eye contact with me the whole time.
Anyway toxic men are not it... But I would be doing a disservice if I didn't tell you how well honors cords work for makeshift handcuffs. They are silky enough so they don't hurt on the skin and the braids prevent them from tightening too much. Stay safe and stay slutty
Update no one wanted! I've been seeing a bunch of tarot readings about him coming back into my life (like twin flame shit) and boom now he's in my DMS asking to meet up. As a self respecting woman I will be dropping everything and driving two hours to see him on a Wednesday...
Second Update no one wanted! "Long distance" is working out and we are back home for the holidays. Like I am showing up as his girlfriend to his parents house on Christmas. Like I snuck into this house before now I'm being let in! Anyway stay safe no one wants herpes for Christmas.
ও summary. things get even more difficult when Atsumu needs help with his homework before his next game, and who better to help him than the class tutor. | wc. 2.1k+
cw/ tw. college au. nerd!reader, volleyball player Atsumu, sexting, dirty talk, reader wears glasses, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby)
ও featuring. Atsumu x Fem!Reader
ও an. hi, yes it's been a minute, but real-life has gotten in the way of creativity and spurred a lack of motivation. anywho, I hope this was worth the wait! | series m. list
You glance at the coffee shop doors for the dozenth time since you’ve sat down. It’s unnecessary, considering you know when Atsumu will be there, and there are still ten more minutes to go—the big hand on the clock above the door moves.
Well, now nine.
Time is moving slower than ever today, and you can’t decide whether to be relieved or anxious: relieved that you have a few extra minutes to collect yourself and nervous that you’ll actually have to talk to Atsumu face to face instead of through a tiny plastic box.
Speaking of, your phone vibrates against the table. Looking down, you bite your lip when you find a message from him asking how your day’s going—
Okay, maybe you’re more nervous than relieved at the moment.
It’s weird, you think, knowing that you’re about to meet up with him in a few minutes, and he’ll sit by you, none the wiser, about the fact you’re the one he’s been messaging all morning. Like you and the girl he talks to through the phone are two separate people.
Strange, really, that you’re almost unsure how to feel about it.
Your foot taps against the linoleum floor until Kay sets your coffee on the table, and her arched brow makes you stop.
“So, do I know him?”
You roll your eyes. “This isn’t a date, you know.”
“Well, you’ll eventually knock over the table if you don’t stop bouncing your leg.” It’s honestly a miracle that you haven’t yet.
The glare you give her ensues a little smirk across her red-stained lips. “Whatever. Aren’t you supposed to be working instead of harassing customers?”
“What a way to talk to your friend,” she huffs in mock indignance. "Is it that guy you met at the grocery store last week?"
You make a face. "That guy was like sixty, with grandchildren.”
"Fine, fine. Is it that stuffy library aide?"
"No⎯"
“I mean, he didn’t even join us for Friendsgiving last year. Didn’t he make the excuse that his cat hopped onto the subway?”
“That did happen. We spent two hours helping him, remember?”
Kay purses her lips. "I'm only looking out for you. What if this guy turns out to be a total weirdo?"
"He’s definitely not a weirdo."
At least, you don’t think he is.
"And how am I supposed to know that?"
“You don’t need to because I’m only tutoring him like I’ve told you four times now.”
“So, if it’s not a date, then why don’t I get to know?”
She leans against the table, tapping her newly manicured nails against the wood—waiting. For such a seemingly unimposing person, she really is persistent.
“Okay,” you say, and Kay smiles. “I’ll tell you. But no more questions.”
“No more questions. Promise.” She runs an imaginary zipper across her mouth for emphasis.
You sigh and admit, “he’s a guy in my calc class.”
“Okay…” She nods, encouraging you to continue without going against her word.
“His name’s Atsumu—”
Her eyes become comically round, and she says almost too loudly, “Atsumu?”
“Shh.” You whip your head around to make sure nobody heard her. “Could you be any louder?”
“Are you talking about—”
“Yes, yes. Now, no more questions—”
You hear someone clear their throat behind Kay—the thought, oh fuck, passes through your brain like someone just pulled the proverbial rug out from under you. Because there’s Atsumu, hair damp and falling onto his forehead messily, but there nonetheless.
His smile is easy, charming.
“Sorry, I’m late.” He tugs the strap of his backpack further up his shoulder. “Practice ran longer than I expected.”
“No…It’s—It’s fine,” you choke out.
When he pulls out the chair beside yours, you feel your heart begin to pound, and you pretend not to notice how Kay winks at you over his head as she walks away with his order.
You clear your throat, trying to stop feeling so fluttery. “Do you have the worksheet I sent?”
Your stomach keeps giving this weird knee-jerk reaction every time his arm brushes against yours. It’s on accident, obviously.
Obviously.
Because he’ll give you an apologetic smile—not that he can fix how broad he is—and ask you to walk him through the next question, only for him to bump into you again several seconds later.
“Good. Now drop the zero,” you hear yourself say from very far away, your finger trailing across Atsumu’s paper. It’s a good thing, you think, that these assignments are basically muscle memory at this point.
“Like this?”
A little shiver runs up your spine with his voice so close to your ear. It reminds you of things you shouldn’t be thinking about in a room full of people.
“Yeah,” you breathe, adjusting your glasses on your nose. “That’s perfect. I think you should be good for Friday. How do you feel about everything?”
“Better than yesterday. Yer pretty good at this.”
You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, ignoring how that crumb of praise sends butterflies swarming in your chest. “Thanks.”
Atsumu smiles. “If I pass, I’ll get you free tickets to my next game. Ya know, as a thank you.”
“Can you even do that?”
You can’t stop the giggle that slips out, and he turns to look at you. An expression trickles across his face, one you can’t place, but it passes just as quickly as it comes before he says, “probably not, but I’ll buy them, so they’ll technically be free. For you, anyway.”
“Technically.” You slip your laptop into your backpack. “But not.”
“You’ll go, though, right?”
The way he says it makes you stop packing up the papers on the table and glance over at him. He eyes you, mouth twitching, gaze hopeful.
It makes you warm to him—more than you already have—and a second later, you’re saying, “sure.”
A smile slides across his face, and you don’t even realize that’s the nth one he’s given you today—because you once thought they’d never be for girls like you.
And yet…
And yet.
Of course, Kay pries as she ought to about any trace of gossip, but you only give her half-truths. In a way, it makes you feel better about lying to your best friend.
“How long have you known him?”
Since the start of the semester. Although, you didn’t really know him until recently.
“I didn’t know you talked to the Miya Atsumu.”
We don’t. Not in person, anyway.
“He seemed to like you, though.”
He’s nice to everyone. Which, to be fair, you don’t really know. You’re just working under the assumption that he is since you sometimes spot him around campus talking to everyone.
“Did you know he’s packing? If you know what I mean.”
No. Yes.
“Did you get his number?”
No.
“Why not?”
Because I’m the tutor…Because you already have it.
“What’re you going to do once you’re not tutoring him anymore?”
I don’t…You don’t know.
Will you always want to be the faceless girl over the phone?
Eventually, that won’t be enough. Something inside you recognizes that with a dreadful certainty. Soon, Atsumu will want more—he’s already shown that from the pictures and video calls.
You’re just not ready to find out how it’ll unfold yet.
We won today.
The message comes as you’re getting ready for bed, and you smile, snuggling into your clean sheets.
I assume that means more parties.
Nah, not tonight.
Before you can reply, another message pops up on your screen. Well, actually, it’s a video, a bit grainy, but you can easily make out Atsumu’s hand palming the straining bulge in his underwear. And your stomach flips at the sound of his groan coming through your speaker.
But we can do other things to celebrate, comes the message right after the last.
It’s terribly cheesy, maybe even for him—the nerve-endings buzzing between your thighs don’t care, however.
You slip out of your underwear, kicking them to the foot of the bed, and then pull up your shirt until it’s bunched underneath your breasts. The flash of your camera is bright, but you’re less worried about that as you make sure the angle is right before you take the picture.
There’s no message attached when you send it, but you bite your lip, giddy and floaty, as you watch his text bubble pop up and disappear several times.
Fuck, sweetheart. You’re such a little tease.
The next picture is of your hand laying low on your stomach, close to where you’re wet and aching but not touching.
He calls you immediately after, and you answer on the first ring. “You wanna hear me play with my cock. That it? Then you’ll show me those pretty tits, huh?”
You stifle the needy sound you were about to make. “Please.”
The sound of him stroking his cock is loud and sinful in your ear, enough to make your hand drift between your thighs to touch your clit and the relief has you hissing between clenched teeth.
“F-fuck. If you were here right now…”
“Tell me,” you whisper.
He tells you how he’d trap your wrists with your shirt and suck on your perfect tits. See if he can make you cum just from that. You’re pretty sure you can—if it’s him. You moan just thinking about it, and he tells you how he’s going to stuff you full with his cock. How he knows your soft, wet cunt can take it.
How he’s going to fill you with cum until you’re dripping—
You cum with a barely muffled cry, hips bucking into your hand and your mouth parting with a soundless moan. One that only you can hear bouncing around boundlessly inside your head on repeat.
Atsumu. Atsumu. Atsumu.
Class ends earlier that day since Professor Ackbar spends the last few minutes handing back tests from last Friday, and you get halfway down the hallway before you hear someone calling your name. You stop midstep because you’d recognize that voice anywhere, and you turn to find Atsumu jogging toward you.
“You dropped this.” He holds out your pen.
This is the third time he’s talked to you outside of class, and each time your heart feels like it’s trying to compete with how fast it races from the time before.
“Oh, thanks—”
Two things happen in a matter of seconds. A group of students coming out of statistics across the hall shoves you and Atsumu together, incidentally forcing him to crowd you against the wall. You watch his face shift between a kaleidoscope of expressions—most of them you can’t quite decipher—until it finally settles into something neutral again.
Meanwhile, you’re still staring up at him, open-mouthed and breathless, swaying slightly on your feet.
He rubs the back of his neck, his mouth opening and closing like he can’t decide what to say. For a second, you think he’ll drop it and walk away before he says: “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” you mumble, fixing your glasses that fell. “It wasn’t your fault.
“And, uh, here are those tickets I promised.” He pulls two tickets from his pocket and hands them to you. “The other one is for your friend, or uh, if you want to bring someone else.”
You swallow, curious as to how much he spent on them. “Oh, you didn’t have to, you know.”
Color tints the high points of his face. “It’s no problem, really.”
“Well…thank you.”
He pauses, watching you put the tickets into your coat pocket. “Would you want to go to my fraternity’s party tonight?”
You think you’re holding your breath—you feel dizzy, faintly out of yourself.
Did he really—
No.
But he’s staring at you insistently, his eyes roaming over your flushed face.
You swear you can picture Kay squealing and making lewd gestures, nudging your shoulder encouragingly to do something for yourself for once. To take risks, to take chances until you finally say—
Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.
◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇
The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior
◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇
Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha
(Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)
◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇
This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.
◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.
Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.
There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).
◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇
You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.
◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇
This is a super casual project.
Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.
Novel format without narration (full dialogs).
There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.
There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.
Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.
Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.
To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.
Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.
I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇
No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.
I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!
◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇
hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace
In celebration of graduation let's talk about how a guy I was talking to ghosted me a week before graduation... And he was the class speaker. So when he was giving his speech he made direct eye contact with me the whole time.
Anyway toxic men are not it... But I would be doing a disservice if I didn't tell you how well honors cords work for makeshift handcuffs. They are silky enough so they don't hurt on the skin and the braids prevent them from tightening too much. Stay safe and stay slutty
Update no one wanted! I've been seeing a bunch of tarot readings about him coming back into my life (like twin flame shit) and boom now he's in my DMS asking to meet up. As a self respecting woman I will be dropping everything and driving two hours to see him on a Wednesday...
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