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hi! im beth
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݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ genshin, lads, hsr, resident evil, batman, sdv, analog horror, dbd
.• ࣪ :🗡་࿐ varka main! caleb main!
⊹ ࣪ ˖🧪⊹ ࣪ ˖ dottore and wesker lover!
<?> riddler fan!!
⦮ ⦯ ⟆ i love cats!

oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
almost home

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
RMH
One Nice Bug Per Day

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
sheepfilms
Misplaced Lens Cap
AnasAbdin
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@lakelightbeth
intro to me!
hi! im beth
݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ she/her
݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ genshin, lads, hsr, resident evil, batman, sdv, analog horror, dbd
.• ࣪ :🗡་࿐ varka main! caleb main!
⊹ ࣪ ˖🧪⊹ ࣪ ˖ dottore and wesker lover!
<?> riddler fan!!
⦮ ⦯ ⟆ i love cats!
Hold My Breath As I Wish For Death
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆𐙚 ̊.
Pairing: Lohen x Reader
Summary: You’ve fallen in with the wrong crowd in Nod-Krai, with one too many debts gone unpaid. You know that your boss pinned a huge failed operation on you, resulting in Lady Nefer putting a large bounty on your head. It just so happens the most morally corrupt knight decided to pick it up. For fun.
Tags/Warnings: Violence, torture, kidnapping, Lohan’s being canon typical, basically imagine his character trailer but you’re in the chair, no use of y/n, breaking and entering, suggestive comments
Word count: 2.1k
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆𐙚 ̊.
“You did what?!” You shouted, watching as your boss’s guards reached for their weapons.
“I’m afraid the failed operation was all your fault. I had my informant tell Lady Nefer as such.” The slimy bastard said, chuckling to himself as he watched your rage grow stronger and stronger with each passing moment.
It was never your plan to fall in with organized crime, but after deserting from the Fatui, your chemistry skills were in high demand among different groups.
Considering you were seeking protection, you agreed to a small arrangement with an offset of the Treasure Hoarders, but you quickly discovered they were more criminal than you originally believed. The “operation” mentioned failed because you refused to take the life of an innocent bystander. And now you were being punished for it.
“You’re such a worthless liar.” You huffed, storming out of the office as his laugh echoed around you.
It was raining when you finally stepped outside. Maybe it’s a bad omen, you thought, trying to quickly make your way back to your apartment on the outskirts of Nasha Town.
Luckily, there weren’t any Fatui out patrolling so you made it back unharmed but admittedly sopping wet.
You made it inside your apartment, with a tiny meow followed by little paws pattering towards your front door. “Hi, Berry.” You coo’d, picking up the small Calico you’d rescued a few weeks ago. She was an extremely clingy cat, always wanting to be near you in some capacity. You put her up on your shoulder before walking off towards your bedroom to put on fresh clothes.
Before you could even cross the threshold of your bedroom, Berry scattered off your shoulder and started hissing into the empty abyss. “What’s wrong?” You asked her, trying to pick her back up and bring her into your bedroom.
She bit your arm before jumping off again and running off away from your bedroom. “What the hell, kitty.” You said, inspecting the new cut on your arm. “Whatever.”
The main priority at this moment was getting out of these clothes and into some warm, dry ones.
But your bedroom felt… off.
Much, much colder than normal. Almost as if… you weren’t alone.
“Kitty almost gave up my hiding spot.” You jump, hearing a voice from behind you, and whirl around to see piercing red eyes through the darkness. The small bit of light filtering in through your curtains reflected off the dagger that this mysterious man held in his hand.
“What the hell are you doing in my house?” You backed up, trying to feel your pockets for any sort of defensive item. “I’m here for entertainment. Well, I guess technically business, but the Mora is just a nice plus to the job.” He chuckled, moving forward ever so slightly.
Was this guy a fucking Knight of Favonius?
It might’ve been naive, in hindsight, but you almost laughed at how pitiful the idea that a lowly knight could head your bounty. Never mind the fact he was in your house currently.
“I’ll give you a minute before we start… roughhousing. I’d hate for you to get hypothermia and die before we can even have some fun.” And then he just… walked out.
He’s got some screws loose.
I can definitely escape this.
You looked around, trying to spot anything that could possibly be useful for a weapon.
“I’m not hearing anything moving. You better still be in there.” He giggled from behind the door, causing your heart rate to speed up. “I’m here. I just… forgot to do laundry. It’s hard to find something to wear.” You faked a laugh, trying to hopefully ease the tension and convince him to not kill you. Or worse, give you over to Nefer.
Your eyes darted over to the window, and so you stuffed a change of clothes into a random bag before trying to whittle the window open. The rain hadn’t done any favors for the rusting metal around the frame, and so the odds of successfully opening it quietly were extremely low.
“I hope you’re almost done. I don’t have all the time in the world.”
You finally managed to open the window some, and so you slowly worked to opening it just enough to where you could squeeze out.
“Helloooo?”
“I’m almost… I’m almost done!” You responded, pushing harder onto the window. Damn right I’m almost done.
You had half of your body out when the door opened. “Aw, shucks. I was hoping you wouldn’t do that.” The knight said, his face conveying a sickening mock pity. You tried to get the rest of your body out, but one of his hands wrapped tightly around your ankle, holding you in place as he closed the gap.
“Deep breaths in. Sweet dreams.” He whispered into your ear as you felt a cloth clasp around your mouth and the scent of chloroform filling your nose. You tried to fight him off, but it was no use.
———
You only really remember waking up to a distinctly sharp sting across your face.
“Oh, finally! I was getting so worried you’d never wake up. I didn’t think I’d swapped the poisons.” The crazy psychotic knight from before was in front of you, with an array of objects on the table next to him.
Knives, guns, jars of suspicious fluids, whatever else you could think of.
“Please… I didn’t do it. I didn’t mess up Nef- Lady Nefer’s job,” You stuttered, trying to fully wake your brain up. “I would never. My boss framed me.” The knight chuckles an unconvincing laugh as he ponders the items in front of him.
“Now, I don’t do this often- or at least, not as often as I’d like- but I must say that somehow, they always say that.” He sighs, picking up a small dagger and weighing it in his hands. “Tell me then, why would your boss frame you? Why should I believe a Treasure Hoarder?”
He presses the blade against your skin, tracing your jawline with the point.
“I’m not one of them. I promise. I’m a deserter.”
“Deserter? From who? Better speak up.” He presses the blade down hard enough to become uncomfortable, but not enough to draw blood.
“The Fatui. I worked under the Doctor’s command, except I didn’t agree with any of it. It was inhumane.”
“Hm. That’s a fun backstory. You must know your way around a few chemicals then, huh?”
You tried not to look so confused, but you really didn’t get the point of his question.
“I… I guess so? That was my primary role.” He grinned a sickening, evil grin.
“Awesome! I have a fun little game, then. I test various ones out on your body and you tell me what it is? Only the mainstream stuff, pinky promise.” The knight grab various bottles, waving them in front of your face, excitedly awaiting your answer.
Which was, “Fuck no.”
He frowned. “I thought it would be a nice bonding exercise.” He shrugged, setting the bottles back down onto the table and picking up more blades. “Guess we’ll do it my way.”
Someone long ago told you that the first time you’re ever really injured, it’s kinda like you watch it from outside your body before the pain sets in. You didn’t really believe them and just blamed it on adrenaline.
But when the blade pierced the back of your hand, you saw the whole thing before you ever even felt it.
And Archons, did you feel it?
You screamed so loud you thought your voice was going to give out. And the knight looked like he was going to implode of satisfaction.
“I love your screams. Let’s work out some more. You tell me intel, and I don’t stab you… that bad. ‘Kay?” He asked, punctuating his proposition with a ‘Pop!’ from his bubblegum. You shook your head, but he just chuckled.
“Number one: Where’s your group’s hideout?”
“They’re not-“ He stabs the wood next to your arm. You yelped.
“Where?”
“F-fuck. It’s on the east of the Barrens. The entrance is hidden is a shitty hut. There’s two guards who sit there and then switch out mid-day and at midnight. There’s a five minute interval where it isn’t guarded.”
“Good girl! You knocked out my second question. Isn’t it so rewarding when you just… submit?” He whispered into your ear, his dagger tracing small figure eights onto your thighs.
And then he pressed down, this time hard enough to draw blood.
You screamed, trying to kick him off of you, but it only served to bring more glee to his eyes.
“I just couldn’t help myself. Question… three, I guess: Who’s the boss? What’s his schedule like? Maybe that counts as four.” He’s all up in your face now, his earring jingling in your ear.
“He’s… just a random treasure hoarder. Really. Everyone only ever calls him ‘Big Boss’ and he only ever sits in his office.”
He didn’t like that answer.
You felt another knife slice up your calf. “I’ll cut tendons if I have to. You won’t walk out of here.” He grumbled, backing off of you to pick a new blade.
“I’m serious! That’s all I know. I promise.” You pleaded, trying to scoot away and he got closer with another knife. “The worst part? I believe you, bunny.” He sighs, the knife plunging into your other hand this time.
You started seeing stars, unable to catch your breath with tears streaming down your face.
His thumb swipes at the tear before he puts it in his mouth. “Wow! You should consume more sodium. Or, am I rubbing salt in the wound?” He giggled hysterically while grabbing a mysterious green liquid from a vial. “Please, just let me go.” You cried, trying to tear yourself free from the restraints but the pain your hands made it unbearable to put any strain on them.
He went onward to try and pry as much information about the Treasure Hoarders as possible and continuing to leave new cuts with every question.
“I know what you’re thinking. ‘Oh, Archons! Please, Lohen! Don’t poison me!’ but I believe you’ll find this has the opposite effect. Perhaps rather mellowing, hm?” He doused your thigh in the liquid from earlier and you felt a warm sensation before your skin began to tingle.
You whimpered at the feeling. He grinned.
Lohen… where have I heard that name?
Lohen…
Fuck! It finally hits you.
“You… you’re the crazy ass knight everyone talks about. The one no one knows why that Varka guy keeps around.” You mumble, his eyes lighting up at the recognition.
“I’m famous, huh? Or rather, infamous. Anywho, at least you know me. Maybe you can be my biggest fan after this?” He pours more of the green liquid onto your hands before glancing at your mouth and then back at the bottle.
“You appreciate the efforts of science, correct?” You give a lackluster nod.
“Then open wide!” And you feel his hand roughly grasp your mouth before he begins pouring the green liquid down your throat. You start gagging, the taste becoming unbearable, but he gets the hint and stops pouring.
You feel the instantly mood switch. All the panic and worry from before has been replaced by… complete mellowness. He won’t kill you, you’re too pretty!
“Wowie! Your tune has certainly changed. Let’s get you bandaged up, then we’ll talk.”
You feel the restraints being cut off as Lohen begins wrapping bandages around your hands, before he swipes your mouth clean with a cloth. You can smell the faintly sweet smell of chloroform, as well as a variety of chemicals.
When he picks you up from the chair, you lean into him, the warmth of his body overwhelming. You’d never noticed how attractive he was either.
“Comfy?” He asked, setting you down onto what looked like an operating table. “Relax. I’m just making sure everything healed up.” He placed his hand onto your lower abdomen, applying slight pressure to keep you from moving as his other hand rolled up your pants to check the cuts he’d left.
You sit still as he treats you with almost medical precision. “I guess I did a number on you.” He whispers, trying to hold back the sheer joy in his voice.
When he finally finishes, he sits you upright and tosses your backpack of clothes at you. “Get changed and I’ll escort you home.”
True to his word, Lohen escorts you home and receives a loud “hisssss” from Berry as she jumps onto your shoulder.
“Be expecting me again.” And with that, Lohen leaves.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆𐙚 ̊.
a/n: im slowly learning how to use tumblr! anyways, im so thankful for all the love my last lohen post got and to celebrate his release day, i figured i would write something about that trailer because wowie
Fervid As a Flame, Does It Have a Name?
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆𐙚 ̊.
Pairing: Lohen x Reader (pre-release)
Summary: You work in the Knights of Favonius library, helping keep inventory and shelve books when Lisa is otherwise occupied, and you hate the 5th Company Vice Captain. He’s violent and inconsiderate, constantly returning late books and refusing to pay fees. Yet, you aren’t sure that he returns your burning hatred.
Tags/Warnings: Obsessive-ish Lohen, verbal arguing, written pre-Lohen release, no use of y/n, Lohen calls reader “bunny” (its okay, you hate it), one bed trope, cuddling, this is kinda fluffy
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆𐙚 ̊.
“Sweetie, do you know where our encyclopedia of local poisons might be? I’m afraid it’s not in its proper place.” Lisa asked, walking over to where you were currently shelving a collection of children’s books. You couldn’t recall ever recently checking the book back in or putting it back on any of the shelves.
“I have an idea as to where it might be.” You sighed, standing up from where you had been putting the books and pushing the cart back towards the front desk. “Well? Where might that be?”
You pointed to the record book, showing the Knights’ very own Vice Captain as the culprit of more than eleven missing books. “Oh, dear. Want me to track him down?” Lisa offered, well aware of the bad blood between the two of you. “No, no. He’ll only listen if I go.” You responded, dreading the eventual confrontation and likely screaming match.
Because you hated Lohen. With a deep, burning passion.
Never mind his extremely unconventional approach to… collecting intel, nor his incessant desire to pop gum, but it was rather his refusal to consider your job or the painstaking effort it took you to track down the books he never brought back.
Well, that and the constant flirting he decided was necessary.
Anyways, you were pretty sure that Lohen also disliked you, evident by the way his fists begin to clench when he hears your voice when you interact with the other knights, as well as his desire to see you fight (he would prefer if said fight involved him).
Yet, if you had asked Lohen, he’d tell you (or anyone for that matter) that he was madly in love with you. Which was indeed true.
He’d first come upon you when attempting to gather blackmail intel on Varka while pestering him to let him join the Knights. And boy, was Lohen smitten? He swears that the rush he felt upon first seeing you was almost as good as when he’s puncturing hilichurls with various objects.
“Can I help you?” And your voice was so perfect. Barbatos, how he wanted to hear you scream. “What books do you have on the Grandmaster?” Lohen asked, intentionally trying to buff himself up, almost like a male bird attempting to do a mating dance for a female.
You chuckled. “Well, this is a rather extensive library. I don’t know every book off the top of my head, but I would suggest checking the nonfiction section?” Ignoring your attitude, he thanked you and made his way towards what he assumed was the nonfiction section.
“100 Things You Never Knew About Varka? Really?” You said, writing down the man’s credentials onto the check out slip and into your records. “I’m… attempting to convince him of something.” Lohen said slowly, as if he was trying his best to convince you he wasn’t a weirdo.
And he totally wasn’t. At least, not towards Varka. He’d be a weirdo for you any day.
Eventually, you tracked the Vice Captain down to a training field barely north of Millhaven. After asking a few of the knights, you saw the minty-green hair zipping around with people who looked like they were going to either piss or shit their pants.
You stewed with anger the longer you waited for Lohen to acknowledge you in any way. He was currently busy, but you knew he saw you.
“How’s my favorite librarian assistant?!”
You feel a large hand clasp onto your shoulder, looking up to see Grandmaster Varka with a bright smile on his face. You jolted, not expecting to hear such a loud noise.
“Shit! I mean, sorry. You startled me, Grandmaster.” You chuckled, trying to regain your composure. “No harm, no foul! Although, I’m sure it’d be helpful to be a little more aware.” Varka was still grinning ear to ear, the crow’s feet by his eyes becoming more apparent.
“Grandmaster. Bunny.” And once again, you jolt while loudly swearing, unaware of the man now in front of you.
“Fuck, Lohen! Don’t do that, and stop calling me bunny!” You scolded, pushing him away from you. Varka, however, was rolling with laughter at this point, almost doubled over. “I thought about saying something, but I’m so glad I didn’t !” He continued laughing, with his chuckles echoing loud throughout the training field.
After calming down, Varka wishes the two of you well and walks off to begin performing random sobriety tests you were pretty sure he’d fail anyway.
“I’m assuming you’re here for me?” Lohen asked, his eyes beating down onto you. “Yes, I am.” You nodded, reaching into your bag to pull out your record list, but before you could even get a good look at the paper, you felt it stolen out of your hand.
“Wowie, I’ve sure racked up, huh?” Lohen teased, inspecting the long list of missing books. “Y’know, I never even returned the first one? That damn Varka book?”
“Yes, I’m well aware.”
“I just like when you visit me and get all mad. Gets me going, bunny.” Lohen smiled, shoving the list into his pocket. You were trying to calm the raging blush growing on your face. “Anyways, that’s such a long list, I’m going to have such a hard time finding them all.” He pouted, grabbing a piece of paper out of his other pocket and hastily writing something down onto it. “But as they say, teamwork makes the dream work. Won’t you make our dreams come true and help me find them?” Lohen hands you a slip of paper with an address written onto it.
“Thanks in advance, bunny.” He pats your cheek before walking off and not awaiting a response.
That was how you found yourself outside of Lohen’s house at 7pm. On a Friday. You gave up your Friday for this (like you had plans away, ha!).
He had downgraded from his usual gear to plain black pants and a black t-shirt, and it was almost strange to see him in such a domestic manner.
“Let’s get this over with, I have things to do.” You said, stepping into his house and bracing yourself for what you assumed was the interior of a crazy man.
It was… surprisingly clean.
Almost as if he had cleaned the entire place top to bottom before you arrived.
“Can I get you anything?” He asked, walking over to his kitchen and grabbing a cup of water. “I’m fine. I’ve heard the story of how you ended up on the Nod Krai expedition.” You teased, continued to inspect the house. He had several different paintings on the walls depicting great battles or conflicts throughout history.
“You have nothing to fear. I wouldn’t betray your trust like that. Yet.” He whispered from behind you, his cold hand grabbing your wrist and guiding you to another room. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
“Anyways, here’s the problem room.” Lohen released your wrist in order to open up the wooden door in front of you, revealing some sort of lab or office.
And this was what you were expecting.
It looked like Barbatos himself had stirred up a windstorm within the room, papers strewn about and random objects scattered around. There were textbooks, notebooks, sketchbooks, any book you could think of was there.
“Holy shit, Lohen. We’re literally never finding any of these.” You said, your mouth sitting slightly agape.
“We will if you stop staring and start helping me sort.” He grumbled, clearly not pleased with your reception of his evil lair lab.
And you hated to admit it, but the two of you worked well together. You established a system that ended up getting the room tidy in around three hours. You assumed it would’ve take five at least. Yet, as you were finishing up, you heard the tale tell signs of thunder from outside followed by the splattering of rain onto his roof and windows.
You went to go check the severity of the rain, but after opening up his front door to find the rain coming down in heavy sheets and strong gusts of wind blowing, Lohen concluded it wasn’t safe for you to travel home.
“I can sleep on my couch. It’s no big deal.” He said, grabbing an extra blanket and pillow from a storage closet.
“I can’t ask you to do that, not in your own home.” You shook your head, attempting to grab the pillow and blankets from him.
“I’ve slept in worse places. It won’t be uncomfortable for me. I like being sore.” He said, tightening his grip.
“Exactly, you’ve slept in worse places. The Nod Krai expedition only recently ended, you should sleep in your own bed to make up for lost time.”
“Why don’t we both just take my bed? It’s a king size, plenty large enough.”
“Fine. We sleep with a pillow between us.” You huffed, grabbing the spare pillow and stalking off towards his bedroom.
And unfortunately, his bed was so comfy. You knew you would’ve regretted taking the couch over this.
It was even comfier when you woke up, feeling a warm object pressed against your entire back.
What?
Your eyes shot open to find pale arms wrapped tightly around you, and a head nuzzled into your neck, light snores arising from the mouth.
Maybe I just peel him off…?
You moved your only free hand to try and move his arm off of you, but that only caused it to tighten and the sleeping Lohen to grumble.
“Please.” He mumbled, his face turning closer into your neck as he inhaled your scent.
Lohen might’ve been in heaven. Celestia had forgiven his crimes and allowed him to die and ascend to a realm beyond.
He was surrounded by your scent, his dream so vivid he was almost certain you were in bed with him.
And the dream-you tried to pull away and ruin his fun. But he had wanted this so long. Lohen had yearned for you to want him for so long that he couldn’t let his small paradise slip through his fingers.
“Lohen.”
He held you closer, trying to soak in the sound of your voice.
“Lohen, get up, idiot.”
Huh?
His eyes flung open, coming face to face with your neck.
“You were borderline moaning in your sleep, dude.” You complained, trying to get the man off of you. “Maybe I was having a good dream.” He teased, his arms regretfully letting you go.
“Well, dream later. I’m hungry.” You stretched, getting out of bed and hopping off towards his kitchen.
Maybe one day this could be real, Lohen hoped.
Until then, he’d keep losing library books and paying Lisa to leave him alone about it.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆𐙚 ̊.
a/n: excuse any typos! i wrote this on my phone late at night. anyways, lohen wanters will be lohen havers and everyone will get him at low pity .☘︎ ݁˖ love u guys ₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐⋆𐙚 ̊.
Just Caleb!
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
Summary: Caleb knows the life he’s been living isn’t real. As in, he’s inside of a video game. But what happens when one day, you don’t show up?
Warnings: Stalker Caleb, obsessive Caleb, spying, Caleb basically becomes a computer virus.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖
Caleb loves his life. And he knows it isn’t real. He isn’t mentally ill or going through something, he’s just been well aware that the events of his life have always been fake. What tipped him off was probably when memories just… appeared in his head. Essential information about Pipsqueak (or rather you) that was just there one day. Things like you caring for him when he was sick that he would definitely remember.
The random battles, too. He’d open his eyes to find himself in an arena with you, unable to say anything other than the same stupid lines. But it’s okay. Because he did it with you. Not Pipsqueak, but you, the player. He loves everything about you. Everything he can learn. The clothes you dress “MC” in, the lines of his that you favorite, the study sessions you force him to sit through. You care about him so much! Why else would you spend hours on end with him? Pipsqueak may not reciprocate, but you did.
Or, he thought you did
One day, you didn’t show up.
Then the next. And the next.
Finally, after hours of painstakingly waiting at the Cafe, listening to the same track over and over again, you came… for all of five minutes. You did something he couldn’t understand, and then you left. He was plunged into the same dark state of vacancy, unable to do anything but think about you.
Maybe it was sheer willpower, but eventually he found his way into moving. It hurt like hell, forcing the code of the game to bend to what he wanted, but soon he could roam freely. Caleb found his way into the “memories” you had of him (and unfortunately the other love interests) and spent his time rewatching as much as he could of the two of you. And then one day he found something deep within the “date” feature.
Camera? Surely this didn’t link to your phone camera.
It sure did.
He picked up his newest habit. Watching you. Day in and day out, Caleb studied everything you did. When you went to work, hung out with friends, played other games. He knew it was silly to be jealous over the last one, but what did those other games offer you that he didn’t?
Caleb knew everything about you.
He accessed your search history, your watch history, contacts, social media, everything. Caleb had infiltrated your entire lifestyle. He started writing down notes. Trying to contact you.
Come back to me, Pipsqueak.
Then he felt it. A withering feeling deep within his core. It was as if the entirety of his being was being stripped from existence.
You were deleting him.
Caleb couldn’t allow that. He grasped onto whatever he could, trying to find a viable source to house his code. And he did.
He made his home deep within your phone’s base code. Wrote himself down as a “Companion feature” that came with the latest update. And he continued watching. Attempting to communicate. His attempts worked, you saw them, but you wouldn’t respond. He was monitoring your search history when he found you’d been trying to remove him again.
how to delete companion feature
how to remove companion on phone
companion feature lads
lads companion virus
That wouldn’t do. Don’t you know you can’t escape him? Caleb’s all your’s. Why won’t you love him? He’s all you need.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖