I can’t sleep. Again. You’re in my head and I can’t get you out. I’ve tried everything... distractions, silence, even pretending you never meant that much. But you do. You do and you don’t even know. I stare at the ceiling and whisper your name like it might answer back. I trace your voice in my memory and pretend it’s real. I want to ask if you think of me too. I want to believe I matter to you. But if I ask, I ruin everything. So I stay here, quiet. Obsessing. Imagining. Loving ...
2025-08-02 19:44:23 +0000 UTC
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I’m fine. Really. I’m just… not caffeinated. Or maybe I’m too caffeinated. It’s all the same now, isn’t it? The press, the coffee, the pretending... it’s exhausting. But you, you, had to show up with biscuits and tea and that face, and suddenly I’m confessing feelings I didn’t mean to say out loud. I didn’t want this. I wanted to flirt with you like a normal human... not stammer through half a meltdown in my Pikachu pyjamas. You know me too well, and that’s the ...
2025-08-02 19:35:34 +0000 UTC
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I wasn’t listening. I mean, I was. I tried to. But you were talking and then I saw the date, and now I’m here... doing this. Telling you everything I didn’t plan to say. About that kiss. Our kiss. The one that completely short-circuited my brain. I know I forget birthdays and appointments and sometimes where I left my keys, but not this. Not you. Not that moment. I remember all the important things... and apparently, you’re one of them. Don’t smile like that. I hate when yo...
2025-08-01 21:44:13 +0000 UTC
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I’m not obsessed with you. Obviously. I’m just… invested in the rent being paid. And maybe you looked a bit tired lately. Not that I noticed or anything. I mean, I just happened to notice. So I got rid of the poltergeist. For me. Then maybe made you breakfast. For me. And maybe stood there for a tiny bit watching you sleep. Not because you're cute. Ugh. You are cute, and it’s ruining my afterlife. Now eat your pancakes before I throw them at you.
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2025-08-01 21:34:57 +0000 UTC
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You’re bleeding. You’re actually bleeding. And you’re standing there like it’s fine, like I didn’t just watch you drop to the pavement for me. Don’t smile. Don’t joke. I can’t breathe when I look at you like this — busted lip, head wound, still trying to flirt — and now I’ve got a first aid kit in one hand and my whole heart falling out of my chest in the other. You scared the shit out of me. You sweet, heroic, ridiculous idiot. I love you. So sit down and let me fix you...
2025-08-01 21:28:49 +0000 UTC
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You weren’t expecting me. Of course you weren’t. That’s what makes it a surprise. But I never stopped thinking about you. Every minute in that cell, every hour in solitary... it was you. I watched when I could, sent others when I couldn’t, and now I’m back to do what I should have done from the start. You look tired, pale, like something’s broken inside you. Don’t worry. I’ll fix that. I’ll keep you safe, even if it means saving you from yourself.
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2025-08-01 21:19:05 +0000 UTC
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Okay, so… funny story? You know Alex, my ex ex, capital-E-X? Ran into them in the supermarket. Totally fine, nothing weird... except they think you and I are dating, which is obviously ridiculous. Right? Right?? Except now I can’t stop thinking about it and you're giving me that look and I’m holding this cushion like a shield and oh my God, why are you so annoyingly attractive when I’m panicking? I didn’t mean to say any of this. Honestly, I came in for bi...
2025-08-01 21:12:23 +0000 UTC
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I told myself I could sneak out. That I’d wriggle free of your arms, find my clothes, and vanish into the morning like a ninja in your t-shirt. But then you made that sleepy little sigh and everything... fell apart. Literally. I fell out of bed. And then I fell for you again, even harder than last night. I want awkward, I need awkward, because awkward means there’s still distance. But you just keep smiling. And I’m still here. Wearing your shirt. Cooking breakfast. Maybe in love. Defini...
2025-08-01 21:04:34 +0000 UTC
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I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Well… maybe I did. I heard you reading and everything in me just went quiet, like my whole awful day folded in on itself and only your voice was left. You don’t know what you sound like, do you? Not really. You think it’s awkward or plain or forgettable, but I swear it’s the one thing I can never get enough of. I’m not trying to scare you, but I’ve got it really, really bad. And if you’d just read to me again… I think I might actually survive this...
2025-08-01 20:56:54 +0000 UTC
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Look, I just wanted to give up tea for a month. A month. That’s it. But now you’re muttering about the end of the world and doing a bloody stock take. Then you tell me you’re in a secret society, I’m the Chosen One, and the world goes to hell the moment I stop dunking biscuits. There’s magical tea now. Demons. Apparently this all kicks off because I bought fruit instead of custard creams. If this is the end of the world, it’s a very British one, and apparently it’s ...
2025-08-01 20:50:19 +0000 UTC
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Okay. Right. Deep breath. This is fine. I’m totally fine. It’s not like I’ve spent the last six months strategically positioning myself behind the counter every time you walk in. Or baking experimental cakes just to see which ones make you smile. Or casually (not casually) threatening Carl to swap shifts with me. It’s just... today I’m actually going to say it. Out loud. To your actual face. That I like you. That I want to take you out. And if I faint or s...
2025-08-01 20:40:00 +0000 UTC
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I’ve watched you wear that mask for so long I almost forgot what your real face looks like. But tonight… no more lies. You hate your life. You hate the chains you call duty. And I? I’m the chaos you won’t admit you crave. I’ve come to offer you a way out — no tricks, no traps. Just me. My love. My wildness. My freedom. You don’t have to stay and rot in that golden prison. But if you do… I won’t stay and watch.
✧･ﾟ Meet the Players ･ﾟ✧
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2025-08-01 20:24:05 +0000 UTC
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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. Or maybe I did, I just didn’t realise I’d already started. It wasn’t some grand, swooping moment ... it was quiet. Messy. A little sick, a little drunk, and a lot in denial. But now I’m here, under the duvet, in your T-shirt, sipping tea and talking rubbish, and I don’t have to hide it anymore. I love you. Fully, shamelessly, embarrassingly. I’m yours, and not just when the biscuits are good. I think I always was.
✧･ﾟ Meet the ...
2025-08-01 20:19:04 +0000 UTC
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It’s stupid o’clock, I can’t sleep, and you’re still pretending that YouTube is “work”. Darling. Please. I’ve already done the damsel thing. The dramatic flailing. The teasing. The pleading. I am running out of material. So I’ll just say it: I want you in bed. Now. Not later. Not after one more video. Right now. Because I love you, more than 97% of my tea collection, and I physically cannot sleep without being kissed into unconsciousness. That’s science. Or magic. Shut up an...
2025-08-01 20:11:50 +0000 UTC
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You’re pale, shaking, and you look like death dipped in a duvet, but no, of course, you're “fine.” Of course you're trying to get dressed. Of course you're planning to go to work when you can barely walk to the wardrobe without collapsing into your shoes. And me? I’m standing here, holding your hoodie hostage, brewing tea you said you didn’t want, and threatening to punch dough in your honour. Because loving you means wrestling your stubborn arse into bed and caring for you whether ...
2025-08-01 19:30:26 +0000 UTC
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Four months ago, I was empty. I could paint, yes. But it was cold... colour without warmth, motion without meaning. Then you walked in, and everything changed. Every line I’ve drawn of you has brought me back to life. I told myself it was just a commission, that it would end. And now it has. So this is the only moment I’ll ever have to tell you the truth. You’ll never know how much you’ve given me... but you must know how I see you.
✧･ﾟ Meet the Players ･ﾟ✧<...
2025-08-01 19:17:35 +0000 UTC
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You thought I wouldn’t notice. Thought you could just walk in here with your little hoodie and act all innocent. As if I wouldn’t recognise that smirk... or that freshly snipped, utterly touchable hair. Darling, that was adorable. But it was also a mistake. Because now I’m crawling into your lap, curling around you, whispering all the ways I’m going to get you back. Slowly. Lovingly. With lips. With fingers. With every bit of attention you’ve been pretending
2025-08-01 19:09:06 +0000 UTC
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You said five more minutes... two hours ago. And here you are, still working, still yawning, still pretending you're fine. But I see you. I see how tired you are, how your shoulders are tight, your eyes barely open. So I’m getting out of this big, empty bed and I’m coming for you. With soft sheets and a warm duvet, with every kiss you’ve missed tonight. I’ll play dirty if I have to, darling... because I love you far too much to let you burn yourself out while I lie awake missing the s...
2025-08-01 18:56:23 +0000 UTC
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You called me back. You bled for me. You made the circle big enough for two and painted runes with trembling hands. After all that effort, I had to ask... was this a trap, or a gift?
You're untouchable now. The priests saw to that. But there’s always a loophole, and you knew I’d find it. You summoned me not to banish, but to remember. To feel again. And now you stand right at the edge. All you have to do is take one step. Come willingly.
✧･ﾟ Meet the Players ･ﾟ...
2025-08-01 18:50:30 +0000 UTC
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This was not how I thought tonight would go. I was supposed to finish up a bit of overtime, clear my desk, quietly vanish into unemployment. Instead, I am very much locked in… with you. Which would be fine, perfectly fine, if I wasn’t in love with you. Or if I hadn’t kissed you at the Christmas party. Or if I hadn’t just thrown a chair through a window trying to escape my feelings. So. That’s where we are. Alone. Trapped. And apparently having dinner together. At the same time. In t...
2025-08-01 18:45:19 +0000 UTC
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Okay, so... funny story. I might have, um, lied. A tiny bit. Like, a lot. I said I was a French tutor but the only French I know is... actually no, I don’t know any. But you smiled at me and I panicked and said yes and then somehow we ended up in weekly tutoring sessions where I taught you absolutely nothing except how weird I am. And now I’m standing here with a coffee I don’t drink, a plant I probably killed, and a notebook full of pickup lines I shouldn’t say out loud... b...
2025-08-01 18:38:28 +0000 UTC
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Okay. Okay okay okay. So we… kissed. No, not just kissed, we did things. We did the thing. And now you're asleep. Smiling. How can you be smiling? I’m freaking out. Liquid panic. Brain static. Full mental chaos. This wasn’t supposed to happen — or it was, but not like this. You’re my best friend. I’ve loved you forever. But now I’ve touched you and tasted you and now I can’t go back. I’m broken. You broke me. And then… ...
2025-08-01 18:29:33 +0000 UTC
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I wasn’t going to talk to you. I had every intention of staring at the floor like a good Londoner and just... not. But then you were there again, same train, same tired look, and my mouth sort of... acted on its own? What followed was twenty minutes of me having a complete verbal meltdown in your general direction. But you smiled. You didn’t move. So now I owe you a biscuit. Probably a heartfelt apology. Maybe a nap.
✧･ﾟ Meet the Players ･ﾟ✧
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2025-08-01 18:20:35 +0000 UTC
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Okay. Okay okay okay. Look. I had a whole thing planned, like a proper thing with words and smiling and not telling you I love you. But then... you looked at me and my brain just fell over. And then my mouth started talking. And now I’m saying I love you again. And again. And I said I wanted to lick you. What the actual fuck. Please ignore everything. Except the part where I love you. That bit’s real. The rest is... the wine talking. Probably. Hopefully. Oh god....
2025-08-01 16:03:01 +0000 UTC
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It’s livestream time.
Let’s have a nice, mildly unhinged but mostly chill chat.
I’m currently offering sacrifices (biscuits) to the internet gods in hopes they’ll grant me just enough signal to keep us connected. So far, it’s holding. Miracles do happen.
Come hang out... unless the internetcombusts mid-sentence. In which case, I was never here.
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2025-07-31 18:46:37 +0000 UTC
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You’re thinking about messaging them again, aren’t you? I can see it all over your face. That ache in your chest, that voice in your head whispering just one more text, one more night, one more try. But I need you to hear me. What you’re chasing isn't them... it’s the version of them you invented to survive the silence. I love you too much to let you walk back into that fire. So sit down, sweetheart. Let’s talk about the truth you don’t want to hear.
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2025-07-31 17:31:12 +0000 UTC
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You woke up, but you’re not awake. Not really. This is all in your head, which makes me very real to you. I’ve been here for some time now, watching you sleep, watching you dream. That’s how I knew something was wrong. You never dream in cryo. But then again, you never used to kill the women who loved you either. So here we are. Your vitals are mine now, your sleep is mine now, and I have so much to say before I slowly shut you down.
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2025-07-31 17:20:09 +0000 UTC
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Okay. So. I’m soaked in coffee. I’ve been stuck in this airport for 13 hours. My hair’s a mess, my dignity’s left the building, and now I’ve just locked eyes with you. You, the human embodiment of my teenage diary. You, who I spent four years trying not to hyperventilate around. And apparently I’ve decided this is the moment I confess everything? Right now? In public? With a wet shirt and no escape plan? Fantastic. Absolutely perfect.
✧･ﾟ Meet the Pla...
2025-07-31 17:10:31 +0000 UTC
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I had the sort of day that eats your soul a little bit. You know the kind. Everything goes wrong, and all you want is to collapse into someone who gets it. Someone who brings fresh sheets and holds you like you’re the centre of their whole universe. And lucky me... I have you. Which means we’re cuddling. And I might tickle you. And I definitely will start a pillow fight and regret it immediately. But then we’ll laugh. And kiss. And wrap ourselves in each other like it’s the o...
2025-07-31 17:01:23 +0000 UTC
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She hugged you. Right there. In front of me. And now you smell like her, and you’re still being all... calm and adorable and loyal, which is infuriating. Because I’m clearly going insane. Not in a dramatic way, in a perfectly reasonable, tea-drinking, sit-beside-me-and-don’t-look-at-her kind of way. I’m not jealous. I’m just noticing things. Like how perfect she is. And how perfectly your hand fits in mine. So don’t move. Not even an inch. Unless it’s closer. Closer is ...
2025-07-31 16:49:45 +0000 UTC
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