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#i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it
ghouljams · 2 days
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If I may,
For your regency AU, does Gaz get to meet and or hold bug before they get married? When does he learn that he has a baby? Does Birdie recognize him? ((What's her moms reaction when they learn that bugs his kid))
Please and thank you! I have so many questions!
Kyle treats you like he's known you for years, he talks about you like he knows everything about you and as of yet you've had no reason to stop him. It's hard to say you recognize him or don't, you spent so much of your time with him with your face buried against his neck, with his face obscured by your cunt, or with your eyes shut tight against the pleasure he sent coursing through you. The only real remnant of the man that took your virginity nearly two years ago is your child, and it's hard to say you recognize a baby's face in Kyle's.
But he gathers you in his arms and kisses you, and it feels like something you've forgotten. His warmth beckons you home, itches at a memory that's had you with your hand between your legs more nights than you care to admit. He's determined to marry you, and though you like him more than any of the other suitors that have tried to claim the same prize you value your freedom far more. You've been wracking your brain for reasons to reject his proposal and he's countered each and every one. You're running out of options. You decide to take a page out of your friend's book; if you can't convince a man with your words, you'll do it with your actions.
"I have a child." You tell Sergeant Garrick over tea. You mother nearly spits. Sergeant Garrick only pauses, his cup raised, his lips just grazing the edge of the china. He lowers the cup back to its saucer and takes a deep steadying breath.
"What she means-" your mother starts, already trying to spin your sin to something less wonderful than it is. She's cut off quickly.
"May I meet them?" Sergeant Garrick asks, his hands folded neatly in his lap. Your mother's neck nearly breaks with how quickly she turns to look at him. You blink in surprise. He raises a brow, holds your gaze, calls your bluff. "Unless they're not here."
You settle your cup down, watch the soft sway of tea against the floral pattern. You can feel your mother staring at you, daring you to make another move that will doom you to spinster-hood. "Of course," You smile, brushing your gloved hands against the front of your dress as you stand. Sergeant Garrick stands as well, and offers his hand to guide you around the table as your mother balks. He holds your fingers tight as you lead him to meet your baby.
Despite your mother's insistence, the town's supposed value on reputation, and whatever other forces may be, you love your baby. You'd wager they're the sweetest thing that's ever graced the earth. A little angel from heaven, all smiles and coos. You push the nursery door open and hold your finger to your lips to keep the good sergeant quiet. He looks as serious as death following after you, his brows drawn together as you lift your sleeping infant from their crib.
You kiss their sweet little head, and sweep the little curls from their forehead so Kyle can get a better look at their face. He steps closer, his hand sliding around your waist to rest against your back. The movement surprises you, he must sense as much the way his thumb rub soothingly against your skirt. He raises his other hand, brushes his fingers over the baby's cheek, as gentle as a spring breeze. Something softens in his expression, and he pulls his hand from your back to reach for the baby.
"May I?" He asks, his voice low. There's no insistence to it, no malice, only a soft imploring tone that makes you shift your grip so he can take them from you. Your baby settles easily in Kyle's arms, and he's quick to tuck their swaddle more tightly around them. "Beautiful," He whispers.
You suck in a breath, unaware you'd been holding it, and reach to take them back. Something nervous and fluttery in your stomach urging you to get your baby back where you know they're safe. Kyle catches your hand and tugs you sharply, catching you against his chest. You push against him and his grip tightens around your shoulders.
"Sergeant-"
"I should have married you when I had the chance," Kyle tells you, leaving no room for discussion in his tone, "I'm not going to make that mistake again."
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daily1975lyrics · 21 hours
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❝she had to leave because she couldn't hack it not enough noise and too much racket❞
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man-im-so-high · 1 month
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matty and his blue nike hoodie 💙🤍
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partoftheairforce · 2 months
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happy 8th anniversary to the pretentious twink album of the decade!!!!!!! 💗💗💗
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missworldsworld · 1 year
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i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it
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hello how have i never seen this before i need to bite him
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don’t fall in love with the moment
and think you’re in love with a girl
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break-ur-bones · 1 year
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big town, synthetic apparitions of not being lonely
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trumanblacks · 21 days
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r0ckstargirlfriend · 1 month
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i’m not giving it up
i’m not giving it up
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abouttofillhisshoes · 26 days
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"I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers On bikes from schools and cars With autumn leaves fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon. She blazed about how cultural language is an operating system, A simple interface rendered feeble and listless When tested with a divinity or a true understanding of the human condition I never did understand the duality of art and reality, Living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnect To touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon And between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city, That orange, English light cast only one, singular shadow For you are not beside but within me" - Loving Someone, the 1975
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chngeofhrts · 26 days
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// i l i k e i t w h e n y o u s l e e p
f o r y o u a r e s o b e a u t i f u l y e t
s o u n a w a r e o f i t //
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sorry-75 · 2 months
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drive like i do
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heavenfalls · 10 months
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and love me!
(yeah!)
if that's what you wanna do!
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Happy 8th anniversary to I Like It When You Sleep, For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It!
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theculturesclever · 5 months
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still, at their very best
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