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After all, as long as you love me,
You really love me, bullets will fly by.
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𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 . . p. I ,, anakin skywalker
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🎬//
teaser:
midnight worries
lead to sundresses and zippers.
ᶜ ʰ ᵃ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ ˢ : modern!anakin x fem! reader
warnings! :
swearing ,, talk of sex.
SUMMARY: in a fit of worry and concern for an upcoming date, you go to your roommate, anakin, for advice, putting aside your hatred for him.
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| part 2 > ( coming soon )
(based on this request. hope u like it!)
not one crevice of the earth can escape rain's wrath.
new york was beautiful, but it was also unkempt. maybe once, long ago, precipitation could've washed away the filth of shoes scuffing concrete and lingering ash, but now, no matter how much its streets are doused, cigarette smoke will forever hang in the air, dirt will forever pollute the ground.
therefore, rain only existed to annoy you.
you stood so close to the roof's edge overhead, that ricocheting water lightly sprinkled the toes of your shoes, unbelieving that this was really happening to you in that moment. your hall laid across the wide expanse of the campus, on the completely opposite side of your english class, which you clung to the perimeters of now. not 2 hours ago, when you had first walked here, the sky had been clear of any clouds, blue and cheery and happy, but now, gray swirls bruised its skin, sinking the air with moisture. of course you hadn't thought to bring an umbrella! you couldn't even ask to borrow one, either. having stayed after class, no one lurked behind once you were done catching up on the work.
so, not only would it take several minutes to walk back to your dorm, getting soaked in the process, but it only meant you'd have to take a shower immediately afterwards. you couldn't climb in bed with rain clinging to your skin, after all.
hence the reason you stood in quiet shock, hoping to whomever listened that if you kept still enough, you'd somehow open your eyes and find yourself in your bedroom. which—
"y/n?" you quickly looked up from the ground, eyes straying to the direction from which your name came from. they met green irises. henry. the kid who sat in the back, two rows from yours. the kid known only for his intelligence academically, not for his person or his role. he was antisocial in ways even you weren't, opting always for the last seat and the quietest corner. you were pretty shy, sure, but you could enjoy a good party here and there. henry though? his black-rimmed glasses fogged slightly under the pressure of the palpable humidity, black curls falling in a charmingly messy way over his forehead. why was he still here, anyways? had he not left with the rest of your peers? "what are you still doing here?"
slightly startled, your mouth fell open, finger pointing to the world beyond. "i forgot an umbrella."
his green eyes swam, studying the movement, before his hand, obscured from your vision, rose and revealed the bundle of black sheen in his hands. "you don't mind sharing, right?"
"you're a lifesaver, henry!" you quickly perked up, shoulders bunching in relief, and body involuntarily leaning slightly towards his. "seriously a lifesaver. thank you so much."
the boy beside you laughed bashfully, his own shoulders slightly lifting and falling in a shrug. "oh, it's nothing, really." he unwrapped the umbrella and it expanded, larger and larger, until he lifted it above his head and motioned you closer. rain hit it's edges slightly. quickly, you scooted closer, folding into the tight area and pressing against his side. "what hall?"
"lipton." you studied your shoelaces, which were soaked through. the walk started.
"really?" he sounded genuinely surprised. you looked to him, a smile of amusement growing on your lips as you studied his bafflement, raising a brow. his face contorted. "i— i meant— my dorm's there too. i've just never seen you around." his stuttered and frantic reply made you giggle, head turning back down.
"yea, i'm not much the productive student. more just staying in bed all day and hoping my homework will do itself." henry seemed to like that, because he laughed, and it was maybe the most empowering and pride-feeding sound you'd ever heard. "you couldn't relate though, could you?" when you met his eyes again, they found yours, bathed in question.
"what do you mean?"
"oh shut up." you batted his arm. "i know you've heard all the talk about you. people here are horrible at keeping gossip, gossip."
a smile pulled wider. "might need reminding."
"i would've never guessed the guy they call an albert einstein reincarnate was so narcissistic. you surprise me, henry."
"ah, yes. you're not just using me for my homework answers though, right?" you breathed a laugh, shaking your head.
"you actually offered me this umbrella," you countered, raising your brows. "so of course not. but... would you give them to me either way?"
he pursed his lips, face pulling taut in what you knew was fake consideration. "no."
you huffed, rolling your eyes. "worth a try."
silence took a spot beneath the umbrella with the two of you, not in a looming, menacing way, but just.. there.
"why'd you stay behind in the first place?" came a question. you looked up at him, but henry was looking ahead.
"i came in late. wanted to make sure i had all the material. you?"
"missed a presentation. just presented it—" you shrugged. "—mr. t is pretty chill about those things."
"ah, the dust bowl slideshow?" he finally met your eyes.
"yea. possibly the most droning topic ever."
his face twisted in disbelief, thick brows pinning, then rising. "you're kidding, right?" the words were accompanied by a shocked laugh. finally, lipton's brick wall loomed by your side, your hand skimming the rough rock. only a few more feet til you were at the entrance, though your attention was fixed only on him and the ground. "tell me you're kidding."
you stared incredulously at him as the door came into view, your cold fingers wrapping around the colder handle. he stood off to the side, closing the umbrella. it became a debate, your two interests in one field as you walked up the stairs and to the third floor.
"i took english for edgar allen poe, oscar wilde. not to talk about recycling," you drawled, a newfound warmth sinking its claws into your chilled skin. "y'know, the topic we already learned?"
"you're so dull," he chuckled, shaking his head. you looked his way, but henry's green eyes were fixed to the ground. your boots scuffed against carpet.
"says the einstein reincarnate." you came to a stop at your door, and he paused shortly after, turning to you.
"you don't know that. you don't know me." henry grinned, showcasing perfect teeth. "what if they're all wrong and i'm actually really stupid? how would you know?"
cocking your head, you pulled an arm out of its backpack strap, forcing the bag to its knees. from inside, you pulled out a ballpoint pen, straightening and grabbing his freehand, resting relaxed at his side.
"this isn't over." you scrawled your number on his palm, hurriedly and messily as not to think about the fact that you were giving a boy your number. when you dropped his hand and met his eyes again, he looked even more surprised than you let show. "you— call me. or— if you want to. so we can..." you rapidly picked up your bag and slung it over one shoulder. "debate. on that."
henry said nothing, quite obviously paralyzed in shock. though, his eyes followed your movements. you turned to the door, then back again. "and it's not just for homework answers." turn again, and then turn again. "and thank you. for— the umbrella, and stuff."
how embarrassing. you opened the door, then pushed because it had been jammed since you first came, and finally, it gave way, allowing you in. you quickly stumbled through, then shut it behind you, studying the shadow laying still beneath the gap. and studying. and studying. seconds had passed when the silhouette of henry's boots finally dispersed, then disappeared, and you focused on the sound of his footsteps, hand gripping knob, until he was finally out of earshot.
only then did you turn, and nearly jumped out of your skin. anakin. he stood against the dining table a little ways away, his face tilted down and his eyes on yours.
"god! can you not fucking jump-scare me immediately upon walking back into my damn dorm?!" you yelled, your tone comically different from how you spoke to henry. you did not even look his way as you annoyedly slung your bag to the floor by the closet and pulled yourself out of your zip-up jacket.
"immediately? i counted 13 seconds until you turned around."
"you know what i mean," came your sharp-tongued and quick reply, your eyes were anywhere but on his as you pushed past him and into the small closet off to the side, pulling an energy bar from a shelf. "i'm gonna be studying for my presentation tomorrow and i swear to god if you bother me—"
"might need that strauss kid for that too, huh?" he mocked, his tone laced with sarcasm as you paused and whirled on him. "learn something from him. you never struck me as the type to use someone for homework answers."
"sure, and you could learn how to cut down on the ego a bit from him, yea?" you cocked your head, fingernails biting into the bar. "not everyone fucks to get what they want, dipshit. i wouldn't expect you to know that, of course."
"poor kid—"
"studying, don't bother me!" you disregarded him as you sauntered into your room and slammed the door shut behind you, face twisted in fury. he just had to ruin everything for you. groaning, you slunk into your desk chair, resting your forehead on the cool wood and allowing yourself a moment to breathe.
in actuality, you had nothing to study for. and in actuality, it was the excuse you always used to get away from him. you despised anakin, which was apparently fine by him, because he seemed to like you no more than you did him. there was no particular answer as to why, actually. maybe because you had always dreamed of sharing a dorm with a girl that understood you and that you understood, someone who you could call a friend, bond over romcoms and a hatred for teachers with. but no, NYU mainly housed co-ed dorms, for whatever stupid reason.
it did start with his late arrivals back to the dorm, which always woke you up. to this day, you still had no idea as to why he was getting home so far into the night, passing it off as fucking around, which he denied. you argued, argued more, and decided you hated him. sure he was stupidly hot, and you were sure he knew it with how often he got hit on, but no man was worth an inconsistent sleep schedule.
a moment of unadulterated silence before you took the loud music blasting from anakin's room as a reminder to do your work, and eventually, yelled at him to turn it down.
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henry strauss. what was it that made you think so often about him, anyways? he had never been a continuous guest in your thoughts before, you hadn't even dabbled in the idea. but now... throughout the course of the day, he was all your mind strayed to.
the upside of living with a maniacal control freak was the constant state of cleanliness in your apartment.
anakin might've been a pain in your ass, but at least he wasn't a dingy, smelly fuck boy of a roommate, the type of guy whose oder substituted for a missing maturity and personality. no, anakin had a personality. too much if it, too. it was you who balanced his perfectionism out.
you and your messes, you and your forgetfulness. you and your laundry schedule. or lack thereof. another factor added to the long list of reasons to hate anakin. he was so much better. so, you decided, to take your mind off of green eyes and thick, black curls, you'd actually wash your clothes.
"where are my headphones?" was your greeting, standing in his doorway. anakin sat at his desk, then leaned back and turned his head to acknowledge you, taking out the bud of his own pair from his ear.
"what?"
"my headphones. where did you put them."
his face twisted in annoyance. "i didn't put your headphones anywhere."
"well you're the only one who lives with me, dipshit. and i can't do my laundry without music." you invited yourself in, interrupting the clean state of his room by searching through his things. you already knew he was rolling his eyes.
"thanks for asking to come in," anakin quipped sarcastically, sitting up in his seat. you huffed as you sifted through some vinyls, possibly just to annoy him. "i thought you were studying."
"laundry doesn't do itself," you grumbled, moving onto his bookshelf. not there, not there, not— "oh you're joking—" you bit out a genuine laugh, straightening and coming back up with a box of condoms. "who the fuck are you even hiding these from? like i have a dick to steal these for."
anakin heaved a sigh, standing up and snatching the box from your hand. "i'm studying. and my sex life is none of your business."
"it is if the walls are paper-fucking-thin." you countered, meeting his eyes and smiling broadly. he threw the box onto his bed, his eyes half-lidded as he lifted an arm and pointed to the agape door.
"i don't know where your headphones are, okay?" you stared into those blue eyes, face hard for a moment, just to distract him for when you sauntered past him, snatched his own pair of earbuds, and quickly left.
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it was halfway through your load that a string of numbers appeared on your screen, announced with a shrill ping in your "borrowed" headphones. immediately, you dropped a red shirt of yours, swiping your phone from the bench and bringing it to your face.
hey, is this y/n? your heart leaped, which would've concerned you in any other situation. but right now, you were only thinking of black-rimmed glasses and green eyes. it's henry texting, came the second ping. then, from english.
your traitorous lips pulled into a wide grin, body involuntarily moving until your back was against the machines. you looked up from the screen for a moment, forcing yourself to wait as to not seem like you were looking forward to this text, even though you were.
seconds passed, and then, your thumbs were typing on their own. i was starting to think you'd never actually talk to me again, they wrote, then hovered over the send button. you read it over and over again, eventually adding an exclamation point and a crying face to thaw the iciness from the letters you couldn't thaw with a smile or laugh.
a bubble and three, jumping dots, eager to reveal the typer's words, and then, and miss the opportunity for 'a debate'? never.
and you were giggling. giggling.
glad to see we're on the same page, henry from english, you shot back quicker than you intended, as quick as your body wanted, hitting the send button before you could think much on it.
a typing storm ensued, talk of english class, quoting shakespeare, all the orthodox things kids in college spoke of under the guise of friendly chatting. then, unorthodox things, like, 'i know you're not into parties, but..' and 'of course the child prodigy plays the piano'.
eventually, you pulled yourself up the stairs, empty laundry basket on hip and headphones stuffed only halfway into your pocket. the sun was sinking low already, and your phones' clock told you it was 10:33 pm.
when you pushed open the jammed state of your door, the lights were out save for the one in anakin's room. you sauntered into your room with an energy bar in hand, smiling and occasionally giggling at the gray text box of henry's words, dropping to your bed and laying atop the blanket. you turned to the side just as a new notification came in.
do you have time to call? your heart leaped, then stopped for a few seconds, eyes staring at the words, making them out, flipping them over. you thumbs, as traitorous as your lips, typed the response for you.
of course! and yet, you were still shocked when the phone began vibrating in your hands, his number, which you had changed to his name, flashing across your screen. you bit your lip, turning onto your back and clearing your throat before you pressed the green button and held it to your ear.
"hi," henry.
"hey," you. your heart thudded loudly in your chest, hands slick with sweat and skin prickling. the sound of his voice was so suddenly a lovely, lovely thing. "i'm surprised you're still awake," you joked shakily. "don't child prodigies have bedtimes?"
"only on school nights, duh." he deadpanned, or at least tried to, because his words were accompanied by a laugh that made your stomach twist.
"ah, i'll keep that in mind," you replied with a huffed giggle, teeth toying with your bottom lip. "for next time we talk on the phone." risky. your anxiety spiked when he didn't respond for a second, but then, another laugh.
"next time? so you're seriously not using me for english answers?" you breathed a sigh of relief, which came out as more of a chuckle.
"you didn't believe me? how rude."
you talked late into the night. late. at some point, henry, in a raspy and deep tone, asked, 'i want to see you again' and you, equally as tired, said, basically with heart eyes, 'i want you to see me again too'.
it was 2 am when finally you pressed that red button, dropped your phone to your chest and silently smiled at your ceiling. your eyes were heavily-lidded with a need for sleep and your body moved slower than normally, but all you felt was lingering excitement. happiness. it lasted even when you slept, and clung to you upon waking up. a text, significantly later than the ones before, lay in your messages.
does sometime this weekend work by any chance?
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sunday. sunday afternoon was when you'd see him next. a picnic in north meadow was what you ultimately decided on, not too far from campus.
he apologized, then explained that he was busy on saturday. it didn't seem like a long time, 2 days, but it sure felt like it.
saturday night and you were slowly going insane waiting. there was something about the way you felt for him that made you want to confirm it was actually a crush. he was intoxicating you in ways you had never been before.
you tried, but soon enough, sleeping was out of the picture. plans to shop and prepare were set for tomorrow, but at midnight, you got more to thinking, and soon, you were pacing the small area of your room, thinking as to what you could wear, how you would act, what you'd say on your date. so what if he already showed interest in you? you wanted to be perfect. you wanted to be his type.
and so, you paced, and when the idea came to mind, you quite literally laughed out loud at the pure comedy of it, but...
you couldn't believe it. you couldn't believe you were doing this. not as you lifted your knuckles to the wood, and not as you knocked once, twice, three times, hands slightly shaking and mind a whirlwind of protestations. it took anakin 9 seconds to open the door, and there he stood, bathed in moonlight, face countered by shadows and a dim lamp. he wore nothing but a gray pair of sweatpants, his hair mussed, his chest broad and strong. it had you gawking, gulping, looking away.
"what."
"can you put on a damn shirt? have some decency?" you demanded, stare on the doorframe, though you caught the look of disgruntlement that passed over his features, the roll of his eyes in your periphery.
"in my room?" anakin countered, a brow raised.
"at least while i'm here." silence. your cheeks were flushed red, skin going hot as he glared at you a moment, before turning and swiping a shirt off his bed.
"why are you here?" he asked as he pulled it on, his shoulders flexing with the movement. you swallowed, staring only at the back of his head until he was done and sitting atop the mattress. "should i get out the condoms?"
you rolled your eyes, still half-recovering from earlier embarrassment. "no. i need... help." anakin's face contorted into what you could only guess was shock and annoyance.
"with what?" he cocked his head, face slightly tilted down. you breathed a heavy exhale, inviting yourself in and plopping down on his desk chair. dust particles danced in the dim glow of the lamp behind you.
"you.. know how men work. what do they... what do they... find— attractive." you cringed even as you said the words, nose scrunched, and for a moment, it was all quiet. he looked surprised, then confused, and then, amused. he snorted, shaking his head.
"you want me to help you make a guy like you?" came the incredulous question. you rolled your eyes, a hand rubbing up and down your arm.
"no. i think he already does. i just need to... prepare for a... date." and then, it was full laughter. you exhaled sharply as he chuckled, hand over mouth, face twisted in glee. "it's not funny. i want to be his type."
"well if he likes you," he spoke through a fit of laughter. "then you already are his type." anakin was making you feel dumb. you shifted in your seat, glaring daggers at him. finally, he quieted down a bit, sighing.
"are you done?"
"you have 15 seconds to explain before i kick you out."
"fine. okay. i guess— i just want— i want to know what to say. i don't know what to say, so i want you to tell me. i want you to teach me. i want to know what guys look for in girls.. y'know what i mean. i just have no idea what to do. i don't know how to do any of it."
"i think henry will take any chance he gets at this point." a grin. you sputtered, mouth falling open.
"how did you—?"
"i'm not stupid, despite what you think. i heard you last night. and have you forgotten that i know you gave him your number?" you flushed. "oh, what, you thought you were being sneaky?" a cocked brow, a tilted head. you rolled your eyes, looking away briefly, then back to him.
"can you help me... or?..."
"if i get the rest of the energy bars."
"i bought those for myself!"
"choose wisely."
quiet.
"fine..."
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"stop moving. you look uncomfortable."
"i am uncomfortable."
"well you shouldn't look like you are."
you sat, on the floor in front of anakin, pretending his face was henry's and the cold wood below you was actually a field of grass and a blanket. his hand reached out and steadied your bouncing knee, and the skin that made contact with his fingers prickled oddly, a strange feeling twisting and turning within you.
"okay..." you whispered, eyes meeting his once his hand fell away and back beside him. you cleared your throat, straightening. "how are you, henry?"
quiet. his face was calm one moment, then all amusement and laughter another.
"what?!" you squeaked, feigning anger. "i did what you told me to!"
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry— i just can't take you.. seriously." he made himself quiet down, shaking his head slightly. despite yourself, you felt your lips pulling upwards. "okay. okay. i'm good now." he licked his lips. "just— look more open. like you want to talk to me."
you forced your shoulders down and back, tilted your head slightly, went through all the motions. "like this?"
he studied, then reached out, a hand under your chin, which he brought more upwards. "there."
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"this?" it was now 1 am and you were in a floral sundress with dots of pink flowers on fabric and soft ruffles, turning in circles in the middle of anakin's dorm room. you even wore added heels, the color of book pages, and a matching handbag tucked beneath your arm.
your roommate sat at his desk, leaned back in the chair, studying your every movement in that stupid dress like you'd die in it, and you couldn't help but be a bit grateful for it.
"no," he ultimately decided, and you were left to grumble and moan as you tried on yet another outfit, which you were running out of.
next, was a plaid, loose skirt, a white tank top, and a leather jacket, which he also turned down, all pursed lips snd narrowed eyes. you thought you'd ran out of clothes completely when you stumbled over yet another sundress, except this one was the soft green of early spring. this would be the one. you even donned some extra necklaces, a spritz of perfume, new heels.
"this?" you fixed the sleeves a bit in the full-body mirror by his door, eyes meeting his face in the reflection. quiet. your brows screwed together, confused as to why he had suddenly gone quiet. you turned around, giving him that bewildered, slightly concerned look. "what? do you not like how it looks?" turn back again, to fix the dress anxiously. then, in the glass, he stood up, walking over, and his hands were on the collar, and you tried to whirl around, but realized he was zipping it up fully. you must've forgotten.
you stood there, his hands on your back and his eyes fixed to the dress, your stomach twisting and turning for the first time around him. you gulped, going perfectly still beneath his touch in fear that if you shifted, he'd go back to hating you, and you'd go back to hating him for hating you. once it was done, his fingers dropped back to his side, and he looked carefully up and down at you through the mirror, which had you squirming, his eyes void of any emotion.
"this one."
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| part 2 >
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG 😭😭 (I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SO FAR)
this is only part 1. i want to finish 2 maybe the day after tomorrow but no promisesss! let me know if you'd like to be tagged and requests are always open! ❤️❤️
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person25 · 1 day
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how i imagine obianidala get together in a happy universe:
Anakin & Padme: be our dilf!🤗
Obi-Wan:…what am i about to get myself into?😔
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maddywillow · 3 days
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I already know what the comments are gonna say but let me break it down. I know AI isn't one of the most liked things in the world, especially here on Tumblr of all places, but AS AN ARTIST MYSELF I can understand why people don't like it. However I think it can be used to make some pretty neat things and I wanted to share what I generated using AI, because I had an idea. An idea Invisioning star wars characters in a lofi setting/aesthetic. I wanted to share them with y'all because I think they came out really cool and maybe can act as inspiration cause the force knows artist block is a b!tch and a half. Hope y'all enjoy part 1 cause I definitely wanna generate more of these.
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reevesartisse · 6 months
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SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.
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autism-crime · 1 year
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Me when tragic siblings:
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the-boroughh · 2 months
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why is this so fking funny out of context
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aberrantcreature · 2 months
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When your former padawan disobeys the council for the 63846336th time.
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truuskn · 10 months
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well everyone is drawing this sooooo...
pov: ahsoka and anakin are living their best lifes while obi-wan in panic tries to figure out how he will explain this to the council
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snawleyy · 2 months
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not anakin smiling blushing giggling kicking his feet when Padmé tells him obi-wan wants to help him sir wtf😭😭😭
he was THIS CLOSE to ask her in a silly voice “omg did he really??? so….do you think I have a chance??? my love sit down you have to describe me EVERY single facial expression he made while saying that and you have to tell me his EXACT words”
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littlefallcon · 1 month
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a grave for two
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agingerpanda · 2 months
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We’ll be fine, as long as we stay together.
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