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  1. Public Bookmark 4

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    Do you dream of hands around your throat because you want to die, or because you want someone to make it matter?

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    09 Jun 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 27

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    “What does it feel like,” he whispered, leaning closer, lips brushing against Norton’s ear, “to finally be seen—”
    His breath lingered, warm against his skin. “—and be hated for it?”

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    18 May 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 3

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    Something presses against Mike’s back, and he shifts uncomfortably. His uniform is unbearably thin, and when the train squeals to an abrupt stop, the man behind him inches closer until whatever that thing is rubs more firmly against his lower back, his spine. Ah, he knows what that thing is now. The stranger hunches over until his hot breath fans against a tiny ear, and a low moan rumbles free with a purr at their contact.

    “What the fuck?” Mike squeaks out, face an even darker red than before.

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    12 May 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 5

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    sergei takes more of his frustrations out on a clown who wont resist him,
    it wont change anything, will it? ofcourse not

    its just sex

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    04 May 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 11

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    And then there’s Andrew.

    Andrew, who decided to join him. Andrew, who is now leaning over his shoulder, peering at the page like it holds the secrets to all his problems and not just three highlighted bullet points about Shakespearean structure. Andrew, who smells like soil and that suspiciously good herbal shampoo Richard pretends not to notice.

    It is intolerable.

    “Do you… need something?” Richard asks, very calmly, very evenly, while his soul tries to physically escape through his mouth.

    Andrew blinks down at him. He’s so close. So close. “I just… I don’t understand this part.”

    “Then sit,” Richard says, gesturing vaguely at the bed, the chair, literally anywhere that is not breathing down his neck. “You don’t need to hover.”

    Andrew frowns. “Sorry.”

    He does not move.

     

    Richard has a crush on Andrew. He's losing his mind.

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    25 Apr 2025