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you’re not in this alone -> take my fucking hand and never be afraid again -> i’ll never let them hurt you, i promise -> i fought them all off just to hold you close and tight -> i mean this forever -> if you were here, i’d never have a fear -> holding on, i hope you do the same -> things are better if i stay -> i really need you to listen i’m telling you the truth -> we’ll love again, we’ll laugh again, we’ll cry again, and we’ll dance again -> i’m taking back the life you stole -> so give me all your hopeless hearts -> don’t stop if i fall and don’t look back -> i’d encourage your smiles -> so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be -> defiant to the end we hear the call to carry on -> we’ll make them pay for the things that they did -> we’ll show ‘em all what we mean -> give me sincerity -> if i could figure it out, we’ll both never be afraid again -> i’m not afraid of your condition -> you’ll never take me alive, you’ll never get me alive -> i am not afraid to keep on living, i am not afraid to walk this world alone -> the future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary -> so let me be the one to save you -> can i be the only hope for you? -> i’ll keep you safe tonight -> i’ll find you when the sun goes black -> this planet is ours to defend -> salute the dead and lead the fight -> we are never gonna die -> if i ever let you down, i’ll be the one who drives you home tonight -> if you all keep believing, i’ll keep believing -> that for every failing sun there’s a morning after -> tonight belongs to me -> be afraid of who i am, i can take it -> so we’ll press till you can’t take it anymore -> get up coward

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the feeling when your fictional crush is so wild you can't even defend them:

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a/n — “i like noses. i like big noses because, well, because you can kind of like, you can, like, sit on them.” — doja cat

you’re sprawled out on the couch, tangled in a mess of limbs, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the tv in the background. your legs are slung lazily over evan’s shoulder, and his chin rests on your stomach as he absentmindedly traces circles on your skin. you’re barely awake, drifting in and out of that sweet spot between sleep and consciousness.

“i love your nose,” you mumble, voice slurred.

“it’s so pretty.”

he lets out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating against you. “seriously? my nose?” evan repeats, his fingers pausing their little pattern.

“mmhm.” your eyes flutter open just enough to catch his amused smile—not to mention those dimples. your heart aches at the sight. he leans down, brushing his lips against your thigh in a soft kiss that sends warmth pooling through your body.

“you’re something else, you know that?” he says, his voice low, playful, but there’s a sweetness there, too. his thumb gently caresses your skin, and you can’t help but smile. you’re too tired to respond with more than a soft hum, letting the comfort of the moment wash over you. he kisses your inner thigh again, softer, slower this time, like molasses. telling you without words how much he adores you.

“go back to sleep, babygirl,” he whispers, his chin finding its place back on your stomach, and you do, with a smile on your lips and the feel of his kisses lingering on your skin.