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How the bois would react to their partners dressing up in a formal outfit
Thanks to @thesunandmoons-blog for helping me come up with this idea!
If anyone wants me to write these headcanons in fics, feel free to let me know!
Happy reading!!
@sealriously-sealrious @daveysangelsposts @sherlo-ck-holmes
𝕎𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤
ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ
The first time Angel gets ready to meet the pack, they wear a pantsuit and as soon as David sees them, he growls and mutters “fuck” under his breath before pulling them closer by the waist.
As the meeting goes on, he finds himself glancing over at them and just feels proud to have them at his side.
“Wait till we can home, Angel...” he whispers to them as soon as he gets the chance. They shiver, but smile.
ᴀꜱʜ
When they go on a date, the third or fourth one, Babe feels like dressing up. They wear a dress (which they don’t normally do) and do something different with their hair.
When he sees them, he’s speechless for a few seconds and then he smiles the biggest grin they’d ever seen and hugs them.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” they remember him saying, and knew that they were in love.
ᴍɪʟᴏ
Milo knew, at that point in their relationship, that Sweetheart loved when he dressed up. But he didn’t know that it had an affect on him in the same way until they came home from work one day, their leather work pants fit perfectly to their thighs and their white shirt unbuttoned at the top.
He doesn’t know what to do with himself and just stares before pulling them to the bedroom.
“Hell, Sweetheart. You’re fine as hell, like this. I love you,” he kisses their shoulder,” and I love your body.”
𝕍𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤
ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ
For their first formal dinner with the clan, Lovely dresses up. They wear all black and Vince takes a long while to study them once they're done with a smile on his face, his dimples making their knees weak.
He sees they’re nervous and takes his hands in theirs and tells them they always look beautiful.
“I love you, Lovely. Nothing will ever change that.”
ꜱᴀᴍ
For their first job back at Shaw Security, Darlin dresses up in something other than their leather jacket and jeans. Sam notices and fumbles over his words when he sees them.
“Hey, Darlin, I was thinking maybe we could--” A pause. “You- I- You’ve got to be kidding me.”
They’re confused at first until he leans in to kiss them, growling into their mouth about how fucking sexy they look.
Qᴜɪɴɴ (ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴇxɪꜱ)
She’s probably be attending some event as the King’s progeny and dresses up in a red cocktail dress to compliment her ginger hair. When Quinn sees her, his brows furrow as he pulls her in for a heated kiss. He doesn’t want her to go out in a dress like that but she somehow manages to convince him.
“You’re mine,” he snarls, and she nods. “I’m yours.”
𝔻(𝕒)𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤
ɢᴀᴠɪɴ
Freelancer gets ready to go to a school event with humanborns to try and convince them to join the academy. They pick out something graceful to wear and put on the rings Gav loves so much. They don’t expect him to come over, but as they finish he’s suddenly behind them, having rifted into their apartment. He pins them to the nearest wall and trails his mouth down their neck and collarbones, whispering soft words meant only for them.
“You look beautiful, my sky. You always do.”
ᴄᴀᴇʟᴜᴍ
With each of his charges, he likes to pop up when he has time or when they feel particularly bad. But when he shows up to one of them getting ready he makes sure to tell them that they look happy-- that they look good and that they deserve it.
“You look really nice. And you deserve to feel nice, cause you’re amazing.”
ᴠᴇɢᴀ
Warden is getting ready for a ball and Vega doesn’t make them forget that they’re absolutely stunning as they get ready. He likes to compliment their eyes, most of all- how absolutely radiant the color is. He loves the way their face lights up, the only happiness he’d allow himself to bask in. They like to tell him how he’s much sweeter and gentle than he lets on and he laughs.
“Oh Warden, the object of all my joy, just for you.”
#let me know if you guys want a part 2#I still have a lot of characters to do#redacted asmr#redacted headcanons#redacted david#redacted ash#redacted milo#redacted sam#redacted vincent#redacted quinn#redacted alexis#redacted gavin#redacted caelum#redacted vega#redacedverse#headcanons#redacted asmr fluff#redacted asmr comfort
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so I haven’t posted a whole lot on here, but how do we feel about a Sam comforting Darlin’ during a tattoo recovery?
i’m unsure about the idea and whether I should write it so I thought some of y’all could tell me if you’re interested at all lol
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endearments.
getting this out before his listener gets a canon nickname. the idea of lasko looking up suitable endearments is... endearing (ha)
(transcript for the nicknames in the second panel: baby, babe, darling, gorgeous, dear(?), love (maybe), raincloud.)
#hey so does anyone else think abt lasko and professor having late night grading sessions#that end with them sleeping together in the same bed bc theyre exhausted#BECAUSE I DO.... I THINK A LOT......#lasko “please take the bed i dont mind sleeping on the road haha” moore and listener “you deserve comfort goddammit” last name#i just think they'd have more mundane date sessions... quality time lovers#was talking abt lasko fumbling nicknames for his listener and just calling them “hey you” and i HAD to draw that. enjoy lasko lovers ily#digital art#fanart#redacted asmr#redacted audio#sketch#jo draws her obsessions#redactedverse#redacted asmr lasko#redacted audio lasko#redacted lasko#lasko moore
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thinking about how sam’s relationship with food would help have a positive impact on darlin’s struggles with it.
sam who hates the taste of blood but knows he needs it so makes sure to have it after something strenuous.
sam who hates being a vampire but doesnt disguise the fact he needs blood to survive.
sam who loves to cook.
sam who enjoys eating food despite it not being necessary for him, just because he likes the comfort a good homecooked meal brings.
sam who goes to clan and pack meals despite hating formal occassions, just because he loves the company and community that sharing food brings.
sam who enjoys cooking because its fun to experiment with new flavours, and its an excuse to spend more time closer to his darlin as he teaches them the proper way to cut an onion.
sam who makes soup when theyre sick, and feeds it to them when theyre too weak to lift their hands.
#redacted asmr#rioing#redacted audio#redactedverse#sam collins#redacted sam#redacted darlin#redacted fluff#redacted comfort#rio headcanons
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Me: I love plot heavy asmr/audios !!!!
Person: That must mean your favs are the Solaire Clan and the Shaw Pack right ???
Me: no...
Person: Ah got you ! Is it The Balance or Project Meridian then???
Me:...
Person:...
Me: It's the Damn Crew
#i love those silly little guys#such gay bitches#they are my comfort characters#i wish they had more plot tho#justice for my boys#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted audios#redacted damn crew#redacted gavin#redacted huxley#redacted asmr lasko#redacted damien#redacted freelancer
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What's Happening?
Gavin/Freelancer sickfic I wrote for @glassbearclock my beloved!
Early early relationship, Freelancer has a cold but is worried that if they cancel on a date with Gavin he won't come back.
tags: sickfic, relationship uncertainties, gavin is a caregiver, light angst
What's Happening?
Freelancer felt like shit. They’d been sucking on throat lozenges like their life depended on it all morning. And it sort of did. At least their sex life did.
Gavin was a daemon, so it wasn’t like they could get him sick, they just had to not be disgusting when he came over tonight.
Fuck, they were so tired, but they dragged themself to the pharmacy and tried to find the strongest cold medicine that wouldn’t completely knock them out. They read the label on another bottle and had to bite off a laugh when it said not to operate heavy machinery. Did Gavin’s dick count? Were they the one operating it? No.
When they noticed someone sneaking a glance at them, they realized they’d laughed aloud. Oh shit, were they acting weird? They felt like a furnace in their hoodie, even though everyone else was wearing big jackets and it was snowing out.
The walk home felt twice as long as ever before. They were so worn out. They had to resist the panicked urge to pop the bottle in that shopping bag and take a few drinks. They needed to get their shit together. They needed to perk up. They had an incubus coming over!
Oh god, what if they couldn’t get it together? What if he realized they were sick? If they weren’t any good tonight, then would he come back again?
They liked Gavin. A lot. And not just for the sex. The sex was amazing, of course. It was the stuff of fantasies that Freelancer had only read and daydreamed about before. Their own brief sexual encounters with other people had been okay, but nothing like this. And Gavin made them feel like they were the deviant, like they were just as prolific and skilled as he was. It felt amazing and empowering and fun. They weren’t ready to give that up, but more than that, so much more than that, they were worried about losing Gavin.
They wanted to believe they were more than just a good meal to him, more than just benefits. They wanted to believe they were friends. But the level of worry they had over not being able to perform tonight was making them realize they really weren’t sure.
And if he didn’t come back, how would they find him? How would they ask how he was doing or if he wanted to hang out?
They were lightheaded by the time they got to their building and leaned heavily against the wall in the elevator. The ding seemed impossibly loud.
Okay. They just had to get to their apartment, chug some of that cold medicine, take a shower, and act like they weren’t ready to sleep for twelve hours.
The elevator dinged and the door rattled open. Freelancer walked down the hall, surprised by how it stretched and wobbled. That can’t be good. They managed to get their keys out and in the door, pushing it open and stumbling in.
“You’re late,” Gavin called from the living room, sounding seductive and guarded like always. “I was starting to think you were standing me up, Deviant. I was about to—Deviant?”
Their knees hit the floor just inside their apartment and they dropped their backpack and the shopping bag, somehow fumbling both in an attempt to hang on to them and to themself while their vision turned too bright and the ground kept sliding under them.
“Deviant?” He was closer. Was that panic in his voice? Shit.
They tried to say they were okay and to apologize, maybe even laugh at how clumsy they were, but everything went dark.
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Gavin had only gotten there a few minutes before them. He’d actually been late, largely because he was struggling over how eager he was to see them. It wasn’t normal. He shouldn’t be that invested in one of his charges. They came and went. They were there for a good time, a good time he delivered, but he’d always been careful not to get too attached.
So, he’d been intentionally late.
And it hadn’t even mattered because his deviant wasn’t home yet anyway. So he sat on the couch and wondered where they were, if he should leave, if they were over him and onto other things…
And then the door had opened and he’d stayed on the couch, trying not to act overly eager.
And then his deviant had stumbled.
Gavin was there in a flash, standing over them and trying to understand what had happened. Their aura was…strange, and they were breathing fast. They mumbled out a tangle of what he assumed was supposed to be words before their body keeled forward in a dead faint.
Gavin caught them, one hand cupping their head before it could hit the floor. Panic stampeded through him. “Deviant?” he spoke gently, picking them up in his arms and carrying them to the couch. With a thought, he’d closed the front door.
He put them on the couch and their eyes were already fluttering open. “What’s happening?” he almost pleaded, touching their face and neck. They were so hot. This couldn’t be normal for humans. He used magic to search for injuries, for anything he could heal, but there was nothing.
They looked teary, pressing their lips and swallowing hard. They flinched, like that hurt. “Shit… I’m sorry, Gav…” They sat up. He stayed on the coffee table, hands roaming their upper body, afraid they’d tip over again. They coughed and tried to hide it against their arm.
“You’re sick?”
“I’m okay.”
“We should take you to a hospital.”
They smiled a little. “For a cold? No. Seriously, I’m fine.”
“You fainted!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for it!”
They caught one of his hands. They were so warm, but they looked up at him so calmly through those glassy eyes and past those flushed cheeks. “It’s okay, really. I just overdid it, I guess. I probably shouldn’t have gone out.”
“Why did you?”
They deflated, looking down. “I was getting cold medicine. I thought if I could get something to shake the symptoms… you wouldn’t notice.”
He blinked. “I mean, I’m glad you want me that bad, but I’m not sure my dick is actually worth dying for.”
They snorted a laugh and then coughed again, curling an arm over their face. “I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s not... But I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Gavin felt like the world had dropped out from under him. He stared at them. “What?” Disappoint him?
“I know you hang out with me for…” Their aura flinched and twisted, filling with self-doubt and delicate fear. “I didn’t want you to leave or… not come back,” they confessed quietly, shoulders sagging.
Gavin tried to absorb all of that. They had gone out when they were sick to try to get this cold medicine in hopes that he would somehow not notice they were sick so he’d fuck them, not because they wanted to get laid, but because… because they thought that was his only reason for hanging out with them? And why wouldn’t they think that, when he’d definitely always put it that way for himself and for them. But they wanted him to hang out with them… Enough to go through all this effort. Enough to put out when they were definitely not into it. There was a lot about this he hated but the crystal clear center was what almost had him choking up.
Fortunately, his deviant was definitely too sick to notice at the moment.
“I like you,” Gavin said, a little terrified to say it and sort of hoping that fever would keep them from remembering.
They looked up at him, their aura smoothing out with hope. It was beautiful. And it had cost him nothing but the truth. “So… You’ll come back sometime?”
He sighed, pushing some of their hair out of their face. “Oh, deviant… I’m not leaving you like this.”
They blinked and then straightened where they sat. “Y-You want to… I was worried the whole sick thing would be a turn off…”
He laughed darkly. “It’s not, but we’re not going to fuck. You fainted from walking down the hall. What I do with you might kill you right now.”
His deviant chewed their lip, leaning closer. Their weak aura even flared with interest. He smiled. They were incredible. “I don’t think it would… We could try.” They started coughing again, this time rooting around in the pocket of their hoodie, dumping little wrappers before coming out with what looked like a candy. They shoved it in their mouth and sucked.
Gavin ignored the way his dick jumped in his pants. No. Nope. He was not going to take that bait. He snagged one of the wrappers and spread it out, reading it. Medicine.
“We should put you to bed, right? The right way, I mean,” he smirked, floundering a little. What did people do with sick people? “We should get you in your pajamas and into bed and then… water?”
“Yeah, I’ll go to bed… You don’t have to stay, Gavin. I know this isn’t fun—”
“Who says it’s not fun? I’ve never taken care of a human before. Maybe I’ll be good at it…” He smiled. “I’m good at most things I do.”
His deviant smiled. “I believe you.”
He shivered pleasantly and scooped them up. The deviant gasped, throwing arms around his neck in surprise when he picked them up. Somewhere between the living room and their bedroom he vanished their clothes, enjoyed their surprised gasp against his neck and the naked skin in his arms for a split-second, before putting their favorite pajamas on them just as quickly. He settled them on the bed and pulled the covers up over them. He’d never actually pulled the covers up before…
For a second, he stared at them and they stared at him. They were so cute.
What else?
Fluids? That was an illness thing, right? He used magic to make a big glass of water and then considered their sore throat and added a cup of tea.
Deviant smiled, their aura practically shining with happiness despite.
Was it so easy to make all humans happy? Or just his human? He changed into his own comfy sweatpants and crawled in bed with them. “What else do you need?” He pulled their body against his, again surprised by the heat radiating off of them.
“No, that’s great. Thank you. You don’t have to stay.” Their eyelids were heavy.
He stroked their hair the way he knew they liked, of course, usually he did it as a part of aftercare, but care was care, right? “Do you want me to go?”
“No,” they whispered, half-asleep already but the answer coming fast and easy.
“Then I’ll stay.”
They smiled to themself and curled into his chest. He kissed their head. When they were asleep, he magicked their phone from their bag to his hand. He googled colds and what to do. When they woke up, he’d make soup and make sure they drank some of those liquids. It looked like he’d need a thermometer and maybe medicine to reduce a fever if they kept this up. He was going to be a fucking expert when they woke up, but, until then, he stroked their hair and their back and relished the steady pulse of their aura.
#redactedverse#gavin/freelancer#gavin is a caregiver in hiding#sickfic#comfort#giftfic#<3#dominimoonbeam#redacted asmr#early relationship#uncertainty
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Porter Solaire x GN! Reader
0.7 k words
Genre: Uhh hurt/comfort? Or just comfort?
Warnings: Not proofread
"So you're leaving? Just like that? Porter I know I said I was okay with us being... whatever, for just that night. But when you invited me to that summit thing, and when we started talking a lot more, I thought that meant that.. we were... something more. Something more than just a one night thing, okay?" Their voice cracked. Treasure, much like their name suggested, meant the world to Porter. Sure, he'd just met them about a month ago, but that one month, his life seemed almost bearable.
"Treasure, you and I both knew that I wasn't going to be staying in Dahlia forever-" He gently started. "-Don't," they cut him off, "just don't bother. It's fine, Porter. I'm fine." They exhaled shakily before leaving his place.
Two days later, Porter couldn't get it off his mind, the way their eyes dimmed when he told them that he was leaving Dahlia. His heart burned, when he thought of the look of despair that was etched onto their features right before they left. He had to do something about it, but what could he possibly do? He had 3 days before he left, time wasn't exactly on his side.
He texted them, but no avail. 4 texts, no reply back, he was left on read. He tried calling them, but yet again his efforts were ignored as they just declined all calls. They were upset.
That's what led to a very sunburnt looking Porter showing up at their doorstep at 12 noon that day. Treasure's eyes widened in concern as they dragged him in and towards the living room. "Why did you?! Porter oh my god-" They rushed as they closed all the blinds. "Porter, you could've just come over at night-" Their tone was panicked.
"What do vampires even do in situations like this- Does ice work? You're red all over," concern laced their tone as they walked to the freezer to get an ice bag. They rushed back to the living room and gently held the ice pack against his face. "Why did you come here?" Porter gently flashed them a toothy grin, the first time he'd smiled after they left his place. "I'm sorry. I missed you."
They lightly sighed as their eyes teared up, without another word, they wrapped their arms around his neck and hugged him. They sobbed lightly and sniffled, "you didn't have to do this at like... the sunniest time of the day y'know," they complained. "Well, I was hoping you'd see my very sunburnt face and feel some form of pity," he chuckled.
They punched him lightly and chuckled through a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your texts... or calls," they sniffled. "I just, I don't want to see you go so soon," they sighed. Porter's eyes softened with concern, "hey, I'll come back, every once in a while." Their brows furrowed as their lip quivered, "But then we won't have what we have now."
"Hey," his voice softened. "I know, treasure, I really do, but, Dahlia isn't my home. Not anymore at least," he said softly, "I will be back, just for you." Treasure sniffled as they looked at him, "You promise?" He looked at them, a slight smile gracing his features, "Yes, I do. I promise."
"You looks like a wreck," they sniffled. "I know, treasure," he smiled as he grabbed the ice pack and placed it on his face, "feel like one too," he chuckled. They sighed, "you didn't need to do all this... for me. I would've accepted your apology just as fine during the night, y'know," treasure rolled their eyes, "you always had a flair for theatrics huh?" He gave them an amused smirk, "One, I had to apologize right now, it was the only thing on my mind from last night. And two, yes I do."
Treasure leaned in and closed their eyes, taking the cue, Porter closed the gap and gently kissed them, his hands gently caressing their neck. They pulled back before looking into his eyes, "I love you," they said softly before leaning back in to kiss him. "I love you too, treasure," he replied with a smile as his hands hugged their waist.
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#redacted asmr#redacted audio#porter solaire#redacted porter#porter x reader#redacted monarchal summit#porter solaire x reader#redacted fluff#redacted comfort#redacted angst#redactedaudio#redactedverse#redactedasmr
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love me in spite (guy/honey, redacted audios)
Guy and Honey get into an argument early into their relationship.
(angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff)
3k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]
[CW and notes: swearing, arguing, insecurities, overthinking, breakdowns, descriptive?? crying?? I think??, idk they’re both having a bad time. probably a lot of grammatical errors lmao. also honey is implied to be empowered!!]
Honey doesn't remember the last time they felt like this, but they’ve always known their personality would bite them in the ass someday.
“Aww, is my beloved mad again? Oh, pray tell, which heinous crime did I commit this time, officer? Robbery? Public indecency?” Guy stroked his chin, pretending to rack up his mind on any possible offense he could have made. “Hm…jaywalking?"
“Guy.”
“Oh! Or maybe—just maybe—it was wanting my ever-so-affectionate lover to stop their pretty head from fussing over me?”
"Guy, can’t you take this seriously for once?”
“But I am! It’s just not that big of a deal, baby! Look, a manuscript can’t just write itself, y’know? Especially one with a little flair from yours truly!”
“You haven’t slept properly for days now, you work overnight most of the time, and on your days off you pull all-nighters writing!”
“Oh, you’re one to talk!”
“Well, this one’s more serious! I haven’t even seen you eat a proper meal and anything I offer you gets left out cold!”
They continued to have a back-and-forth confrontation, voices raising and words getting crueler as time goes on, with both parties not intending to back down anytime soon. Honey thought it was the first time they ever heard Guy let out an actual annoyed scoff and they noticed the slightest change in his demeanor.
“Jesus, Honey. Of all the times you can finally act like you care for me, why now? Hm?” There was a playful smile on his face. It almost made them believe he was still joking around but his words were laced with an unmistakable annoyance.
But something inside Honey snapped. Their chest tightened at the thought of their partner thinking they didn’t care. They felt themselves flinch from the comment and Guy seemed to notice that too as his smile drops. “Shit. Honey, I didn’t–”
“I’m–,” They scrambled to get their bag, keys, wallet, anything they would need because they just want to be anywhere but here.“I’m going out. Let’s finish this later. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”
They didn’t mean that. Didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. Then again, they don’t mean to sound so harsh most of the time but end up doing so either way. Grumpy. Mean. Intimidating. A common descriptor from most people. But Guy wasn’t like most people. ‘Unless,’ they think, ‘That was just a lie you told yourself to believe in.’
Honey shuts the door behind them, leaving the building and the warmth of their partner.
The pain in their chest almost distracts them from the exhaustion currently catching up to their body after a long day. They can feel the telltale signs of a migraine coming as they rub their temples gingerly with one hand, the other guiding the steering wheel. ‘Damn, it started to rain too. What a great way to lighten the mood,’ they think bitterly. Their mind eventually goes back to the fight earlier.
“Of all the times you finally can act like you care for me, why now? Hm?”
They do care. They care for him so much it scares them . He knows that, right? Even if they groan at his flirtatious quips and innuendos or if they grumble at his (very creative) attempts to give them as many hugs and kisses as they would allow, he knows that that’s just how they are, right?
Maybe that wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe that never was enough to begin with. Maybe Guy finally realized he deserves better than an ill-tempered partner who doesn’t even know how to properly show any affection to their own fucking boyfriend.
A sharp car horn snaps them out of their thoughts. Shit, it’s a green light. They continue to drive until they see the familiar soft glow of a nearby 7-Eleven sign despite the persistent rain.
Honey's entrance was signaled with the chime of the bell above the glass door. It’s relatively empty save for what they recognize to be a few D.A.M.N. students buying some late-night study snacks. Walking through the aisles while the pop song they heard their partner hum before softly plays in the background, slowly but surely calming them down. Muscle memory makes Honey reach for Guy’s favorite snack and they wonder how he’s doing.
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Guy doesn't remember the last time he felt like this, but he’s always known his personality would bite him in the ass someday.
Sure, he and Honey had their disagreements, but they were all accompanied by playful slaps and teasing laughter. Never had it gotten to the point of an actual argument that caused them to spit such venom toward each other like the one they just had.
“I’m going out. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”
The door closes and Honey leaves, bringing the warmth of their shared apartment with them. Guy lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to get to work. He wordlessly distracts himself by cleaning the living room—picking up stray plastic chip bags, vacuuming crumbs that settled on the cheap shag carpet, and fixing up the pillows on the couch that he’s been nesting on for the past few days while he works on the final draft of the project he was writing.
Piles of paper littered their second-hand coffee table. Every inch is covered in Post-it notes and wrinkled pieces of paper filled with ideas that he had haphazardly scribbled in an attempt to record them before it leaves his mind. Most of them, he recalls, are just random doodles of spirals and honeybees that he absentmindedly drew as he was typing away on his laptop. The spaces left exposed on the table were adorned with faded mug rings on the old dark oak wood.
He tries to compile them into a neater collection, pausing as he notices a doodle he made of his Honey. It was far from a masterpiece, but the cute cartoony style paired with heavily exaggerated furrowed brows in order to replicate their partner’s usual expression pulls a smile from his lips. There was even a jumbled-up line inside a small text bubble next to it to symbolize the adorable grumbles they always make.
Fuck, he misses them so fucking much.
A sudden wave of exhaustion almost makes him drop the stack of papers he’s holding and it dawns on him how much he really has been neglecting his own health for this project. The stress of trying to find a job where he can utilize his degree and finally get out of that godforsaken pizza place has been taking a toll on him. All Honey was trying to do was for him to take a break that he so desperately ( and, he embarrassingly admits, unknowingly ) needed. And he just treated it like some silly joke. Granted, it really was because he wasn’t used to being coddled after, but, it definitely wasn’t an excuse to dismiss their worries like that.
The guilt builds up in Guy’s throat like bile. He feels worse now, especially considering how much they struggle with expressing themselves like that to him in general, even if they don’t say it aloud.
He finishes cleaning up but the restlessness doesn’t leave him as time passes by with no word from his partner. Maybe this is it? Maybe he fucked it all up like always? Maybe they finally came to their senses and got fed up with him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to think he was a bit too much. Too chaotic, too irritating, too overwhelming. He ever minded those comments in the first place, but the thought of Honey possibly thinking like that too makes him sick.
It’s getting late and he can hear the rain outside get louder. The anxiety that has been settling in their stomach flares up. He reaches for his phone to message them before concluding they might not want to be bothered right now. Shit, he’s feeling a little sluggish.
Guy begrudgingly trudges to the wardrobe of their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. He glances over as he pulls a familiar-looking hoodie from the hanger. Their double bed, adorned with a pizza plushie that Honey had given to him as a joke gift, was more inviting than usual. Maybe he should just take a rest and go to sleep.
No, no, no, they might want some space from that too. Guy wants to talk this out with them instead of sleeping it out. If this persists, he isn't sure how his poor heart could take it. He ultimately decides to go back to the couch, stay up, and (at the very least) greet them when they come back.
If they come back. God, please come back.
What if they don’t?
The thought felt like a mere whisper in his head but it left him numb. Guy's aware of his tendency to overthink but before he knew it, he was lying down on his side, hand clamped to his mouth as he forced his eyes shut. He lets out a quiet sniff. His breath hitches. Then he hears himself choke out a small sob.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
The dam breaks, his eyes water and he heaves as much air as he can into his lungs. It suddenly became a struggle to breathe and it definitely became a struggle to calm the ugly thoughts that plague his mind. Shaky, broken sobs fill the room, he cringes at how pathetic it sounds. He hates this. He hates this feeling. Just come back, I’m sorry.
After what felt like hours, his sniffles slowly died down. With heavy eyes and a heavier heart, he finds himself drowsy from all the crying. The hot tears streaming down his face had begun to dry, but, the warmth on his cheeks reminds him of his Honey and the thought of them finally lulls him to sleep.
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Honey returns, a little haggard but with a calmer mind. The drive around Dahlia and their quick run to the local convenience store definitely helped lighten their mood but the guilt still followed them around like a shadow. Shaky hands find their way to the lock of their shared apartment and Honey opens to a dim living room, with the forgotten hanging bulbs from the kitchen barely providing a sense of light. They noticed the place was tidier than they remembered.
It was eerily quiet, as well. The wrinkling sound of the paper bag that they were holding filled the room.
"Guy?" Fuck, they can hear their voice getting wobbly.
"I'm home. You there?" A shift from the room was all they heard accompanied by a sniffle. Honey suddenly becomes hyper-aware of the soft snores matching the rise and fall of a figure on the couch.
They couldn't really explain why their heart started to pound with their pulsating headache. Why they made a beeline inside their apartment. Why they started to get down on their knees in the living room despite the protests of their tired body. Why their chest sank deeper as they saw their partner all bundled up on their battered couch.
They don't miss the frown on his face and his tear-stained cheeks.
Fuck. Tears? Guy was crying?
Honey quietly (urgently) sets down the paper bag from their grasp and slowly places a hand on his shoulder, patting it ever so gently.
"H-hey? Guy, what are you doing over here?" They noticed how cold they felt to the touch and remembered their thermostat wasn't working that well. "It's freezing. You're freezing. "
After a few gentle pats and caresses (and reminders of how it's cold here, the bed is warm. Take it, please. ) Guy manages to blearily open his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness and the few tears that managed to slip.
Cute. His eyes are so cute. Honey would have thought if their mind wasn't filled with thoughts and questions. Why was he sleeping on the couch? Was he waiting for me? He didn't need to do that. Why was he crying? Did he cry himself to sleep? Was it because of me?
Did I do this?
"Honey?" Guy's voice croaked and Honey's heart aches after hearing how hoarse it was. It aches a little more to see him smile at them despite the argument they had earlier.
"You're back…" he mumbles, slightly adjusting his body to prop himself up with his arm. He was wearing their hoodie again.
"Guy, why are you sleeping here? It's cold," they repeated, the worry in their tone becoming more and more evident.
This had Guy fully sitting up, giving his full attention to their Honey with a slight grin that was preparing to give out a smug reply before dropping his smile and deciding otherwise. If he noticed that their eyes were starting to get just as glassy as his, he didn't mention it. “I-I mean, you’re…mad, right? I thought you’d want some more space from me or something…”
“N-no! I mean, yeah, thank you for that but that doesn't—” Honey cuts themselves off with a groan. Why can’t I just say what I want to say? What do I even want to say? Guy immediately notices their partner’s frustration and sits down beside them.
“Hey, hey, it's okay. You’re okay, Honey,” he says with a reassuring smile and slowly raises his hand near their cheek, “Can I touch?”
Honey immediately nods, almost melting at Guy’s warm hands. The familiar calluses from working countless graveyard shifts and delivery jobs all over Dahlia for Max’s kept them grounded. They notice a newly formed bump on the ring finger of his dominant hand from the number of handwritten notes he’s been doing recently.
After a few moments of soft breaths and the sound of Guy's rough thumb gently gliding across their cheek, Honey let out a weak laugh but the words that followed were by no means a joke to them. “You’re so good for me.” Too good. I don’t deserve you.
It was Guy’s turn to let out a confused chuckle. He felt anything but good to them at the moment.
“What do you mean by that, hon?” He caresses their cheek and he forgets how much his chest hurts when his Honey leans into his touch. “Hey, c’mon. Do you…do you wanna talk about what happened?”
Honey nods once more. "I'm…I'm sorry," they choke out as if the words got caught up in their throat. Everything was overwhelming again. The sound of the remains of the rain, the ticks of the wall clock, and most of all, Guy's unwavering attention to them. They avoid his gaze.
"I know that…I'm…I dont have the most…pleasant attitude," The nervousness in their tone was obvious but the quick squeeze of their hand from their partner was enough for them to go on. "And I know that you didn’t mean that. About me…not caring,” They felt him give another squeeze, a bit tighter than the last. “Fuck, god knows you’ve put up with me long enough for me to know you wouldn’t mean that.”
Honey manages to finally look him in his eyes again, they think it's their favorite color. “I…I just don’t know why I act like this. Why can't I just…care for you in a normal way.”
“Oh, Honey…”
“I’m just so fucking sorry. I really, really care for you, please know that,” they sob out. Guy thinks he’s never seen them this vulnerable. His arms slowly circle and stop around their body as if he was waiting for their permission but Honey beats them to the embrace, burying their head on his chest. He knows they can hear his heart speed up.
“Hey, I know, I know,” The hands that were once on his partner's cheeks find their way to their back, rubbing circles and tracing shapes. “I’m really sorry for what I said too. The stress from work and writing these past few days is catching up but please don’t let that ever be an excuse for me to talk like that, especially to you and especially if it makes you think of all these lies.”
“And all this talk about…caring for me in the ‘normal’ way. Don’t say that.” Guy slowly pulls away to tilt his partner's chin up for their eyes to meet again. The way his Honey looked so distressed was a sight he decided he never wants to see again. “What matters is that I know you care and I want you to know that the way you show it is… fuck, I’ve never felt so cared for like this until you, Honey. Okay?”
“I’ll work…on not neglecting my health too. If it weren’t for you, I might’ve actually collapsed from exhaustion,” he adds, lips upturned into a sheepish smile. “So, thank you.”
Guy isn’t prepared for the way their Honey finally graced him with a soft smile. He’s had them laugh and grin at his…eccentric behavior before, but this smile held so much fondness and sincerity (directed towards him of all people! ) that made this moment all the more intimate.
I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack. He doesn't recall having butterflies for lunch but he definitely feels them flutter up and about in his ribcage. He wants to treasure this moment. He wants to treasure them.
Honey looks down, uncharacteristically flustered and Guy’s heart soars again. “Thank you,” they whispered. “For that.”
“Of course, Honey. Though, I must say,” he grins. “Although your methods of conveying your love for me are a bit… unconventional , you could say I’m on the more bizarre side, too. I guess we make a perfect match after all then, don't we?”
Honey snorts, a reaction that's endearingly familiar to him and he smirks even wider. “You’re so fucking stupid.”
“Well, for the record, if anybody here is fucking stupid, it would be you!” Guy shoots back, “Hi, hello, I’m stupid, by the way, ehh– Ow, ow, ow!”
The pair continues to laugh and banter at each other like before, but, as they comfortably settle down to cuddle on the couch, they both don’t miss the way the grip on their entangled hands tightened for the slightest bit.
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hope you enjoyed!! please let me know if i had any mistakes or just some feedback in general!! i kinda wanna continue doing these kinda stuff :DD
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted guy#redacted honey#redacted fanfic#redacted guy/honey#angst#hurt/comfort#sten writes!#i enjoyed writing this a lot!!#eheuhuehd guy my silly goose i need him to cry (and get comforted after ofc)
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Minefields
Remember to drink water and eat something! Hope you enjoy <3
cw/tw- overthinking, me projecting onto Angel a little too much, anxiety, trauma response, just early relationship things
word count- 691
fandom- RedactedAudio (known as RedactedASMR)
pairing- David & Angel
@davidshawswife @daveysangelsposts @thesunandmoons-blog
Tagging @angelcactus and @cupcakegeckolover for the second edit of this version, since it looks a little different now
Angel paces back and forth in the living room, throat tight. They stare out onto the driveway, still empty even as the sun had set a while back. They gnaw on a fingernail absentmindedly as their mind races.
They couldn’t force themselves to slow, to become calm without him here.
Getting yourself worked up isn’t helping.
David still wasn’t home. He hadn’t texted, hadn’t let Ash know to tell them— nothing.
He always left some sort of message, and it unnerved them. Not to mention they had no idea what he did for a living. If he’d gone missing, they would have no idea where to look.
What if something bad happened? Not only did their body stiffen at the thought, but it warmed with a newfound anger. If only he had just said, instead of being so secretive, then they wouldn’t be so worried.
He owes you nothing, some voice at the back of their mind whispered.
They hurry over to the kitchen and lay their palms flat on the table, feeling the cool countertop beneath their fingers. It tethered them, kept them feeling grounded.
They hadn’t even been dating five full months and here they were, getting too attached already.
Their eyes burn, but they blink away the tears.
We’re practically strangers. He doesn’t owe me anything.
They hadn’t felt this way with anyone before. Not Michael and not anyone before him. Loving him wouldn’t last— how could it? Having a love this strong always come with a price.
You don’t deserve him. He’s too good for you.
Their heart squeezes in their chest, emotion welling in their throat.
It hurt to imagine their days without him. Days without him waking up nestled into their side, hair shading his eyes in the morning light. It sent fear skittering up their spine at the thought of him never coming back. Never coming back to—
“Angel?”
They jolt at the nickname he had started calling them 2 months ago, furiously wiping a hand over their wet cheeks.
He touches a big hand to their shoulder and they can see the concern in his eyes as they swing around to face him, angry.
“Where were you?” They hadn’t been this mad at someone in a long time. Hadn’t been this mad and allowed themselves to actually feel it. And they were mad at him for being their Davey, the only one who’d managed to disarm them completely and had them defenceless now, vulnerable.
They blink up at him through damp lashes, glaring.
“I was at work,” he grumbles, frowning. “Where else?”
“Where do you go?” they whisper, voice rough. Tears cloud their vision again and they avoid his eyes as they try and ignore the wave of sadness, and rage, and everything in between.
He blinks, looking torn. “Angel, I can’t really-“
“Why can’t you? I’ve been worried sick and I-“ they snap their mouth shut, a sob catching in their throat.
He scans their face and his features soften.
“I’m okay.” His voice is steady, deep. Grounding. He lifts a hand to touch their face but they jerk back, drawing in a sharp breath. He drops his palm and makes a comforting sound.
“Sorry.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” he doesn’t go to touch them again, only whispers those words like a prayer. Before they know it they’re pushing out the door, face in their hands as they stumble past him.
“Baby.” They stop at his voice and turn to glance at his face, ashamed. “I would never hurt you.”
They give him a watery smile.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s alright.” He smiles down at them, smile so soft. “You want a hug?
The floodgates finally open as tears track down their cheeks. Their shoulders fall and their chest caves in as he wraps his arms around them, tight.
“I’m sorry,” they hiccup.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to their cheek. He cups their face in his hands then, so carefully as they both sink to the ground in each other’s arms. He presses a kiss to each knuckle before whispering,” I love you.”
“More than you’ll ever know.”
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted asmr comfort#redacted david#redacted angel#when have I not projected onto a character?#it's a common thing at this point
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Mental State Meanness
Guy x Honey
Tw: insecurities, mean classmates, nonverbal,
Guy has been assigned a partner for the newest writing project, they're not so nice and it's giving him some doubts. Luckily he has a grumbly s/o to comfort him about it.
Honey comes home to a silent apartment, frowning (more than usual) they set their stuff down and call out to their boyfriend. He usually comes running at them like a puppy after work, so where is he now?
"...Guy? You here?" They look around the small living room, nothing, they check the kitchen, nothing, as the continue their search they get more and more concerned.
"guy..? Can you say something please?" They finally reach the bedroom, where they find a very distraught looking guy sitting in their shared bed, curled up and staring blankly at his laptop.
"...guy?" The approach him slowly, the tears gathering in his eyes making them even more concerned. He doesn't move but his eyes dart to them, focusing on them as he struggles to keep himself together.
Honey sits carefully next to him, their hands hovering over his shoulders waiting for permission
"can I touch?" He hesitates and gives a small headshake. He doesn't want touch right now. They nod and bring their hands to their side, scooting a little further from him so he doesn't feel trapped.
"Did something happen? I can try to fix whatever it is...." they don't make eye contact like usual, they don't know what he does and doesn't want right now. Guy doesn't answer.
"would doing the tapping system help? I know you don't like moving much when you're like this, but I can't help if I don't know anything. " Guy taps once. Yes. They tap the mattress in return.
"okay, was it something at school?" One tap, okay, so maybe it's stress.
"was it an assignment?" Guy hesitates and gives three taps. Yes and no. They nod, perplexed but trying to figure it out anyway.
"a person then?" A very quick tap. So a person made him like this.
"can you type out what's going on in that head of yours? Or no, we're not doing any big moving right now." They get no response, instead he reaches for his laptop, slowly uncurling his body and starts typing.
"we started a new project, but it has partners this time. My partner is very...rude," he frowns and deletes the last word.
"...very...judgemental. she's been deleting and rewriting everything I write and then getting mad at me for not writing anything...I mean, I thought everything I was writing was good," Guy's eyes are filling with tears again.
"...but I guess it's not as good as I thought? I don't know, my mind is being mean to me right now, I can't even talk for fucks sake." He deflates as a tear falls. Honey is seething while at the same time so very concerned for their boyfriend.
"....can I touch? I need to do something." He turns to them, confused but nods anyway. They gently put their hands on the sides of his face, pulling him close to their face.
"your writing is beautiful. And if somebody can't accept that, it's their problem, not yours. Your mind is being mean to you." They kiss his forehead and back up a bit, giving him some space. They hesitate before this next comment, the last time they said it, it got taken too seriously and gave them the harsh demeanor they have now.
"...if you need to be mean..." they make eye contact, take a deep breath, and continue.
"be mean to me."
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AHHHH I HOPE ITS GOOD. THANK YOU TO @tumbletaker FOR THE QUOTE THAT SPARKED THIS IDEA. LOVE YOU ALLLLLLL
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XII - THE HANGED MAN
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#art#illustration#redacted porter#porter solaire#the hanged man#tarot#maybe ill do more of these tarot cards theyre cool#some of them are a bit goofy though like ive never been able to take the hierophant seriously#begging my audience to go listen to comfortable by victor ray bc i had it on loop while i was drawing this#my porter playlist is coming along nicely
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Sleepy Davey Head-Canons
• Davey is the lightest sleeper out of all the wolf bois. Even Angel moving in their sleep is enough to wake him up and he always makes sure they’re alright before going back to sleep.
• The flip side of this is that Davey falls asleep the fastest amongst the wolf bois. Once his head hits the pillow, he’s asleep in under 10 minutes.
• There is an exception to this however: if Angel isn’t in bed cuddling with him, Davey has trouble falling asleep. If they’re working late, Davey will give them an hour or so before shutting their laptop himself and physically dragging them to bed. Davey has the hardest time falling asleep and is the least rested when Angel is away on a business trip.
• Davey never wears a shirt to bed because he knows Angel loves burying their face in his chest. He also loves the feeling of skin on skin. He wears PJ pants to bed in the colder months and just his boxer briefs in the summer.
• Davey’s favourite cuddle position is big spoon with as much physical contact with Angel as possible. Arms wrapped around them, chest pressed to their back, and legs tangled together.
• Davey sleeps like a log. He doesn’t really move much during the night, doesn’t snore or talk in his sleep, though he breathes very deeply through his chest and resting your head on it while he’s sleeping gives a comforting feeling of being rocked.
• Davey doesn’t mind the cooler months because he has Angel’s “furnace of a body” he can snuggle up to, but he suffers so badly when summer is at its height because Davey can not deal with being hot in bed even though he absolutely can in the other context. It should be noted that this in no way impedes his ability to cuddle Angel, he’ll be damned if he gives that up.
• Davey makes a point of always going to bed and waking up at the same time every day, even if it’s the weekend. He tries to hold Angel to this as well, though he’ll make exceptions occasionally. (See Sleepy Morning Cuddles With Your Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend)
• Davey always wakes up before Angel and loves watching them sleep before getting up.
• If Angel has a nightmare, Davey wakes up immediately and will gently pull them to his chest. He’ll then whisper to them and try to softly wake them up so it’s not too jarring for them. Davey will then talk to them while rubbing their back and cuddling them until they fall back asleep.
• Davey very rarely has nightmares but when he does, they’re extremely frightening. He forgets them as soon as he wakes up, but he’ll be covered in sweat necessitating a quick wash and a change of clothes.
• Davey usually has a hard time going back to sleep after a nightmare as they tend to shake him up a lot. He won’t wake Angel up though (not wanting to burden them), instead he’ll sit on the bed and try to take some deep breaths and calm his mind. Once he feels calm enough, he’ll lay back down and pull Angel to him, falling asleep as he inhales the scent of their hair.
#redacted audio#david shaw#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted davey#redacted angel#fluff#sleepy cuddles#redacted headcanons#nightmare comfort
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*They angered David..*
Or
*While their mate’s are away..*
#redacted asmr#redacted headcanons#imagine#redacted shaw pack#redactedverse#redacted davey#redacted david#redacted angel#redacted audio#redacted milo#redacted#redacted asher#wolf pack#wolf#werewolf#werwolves#cuddeling#cuddles#comfy cozy#comfort#short prompt
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Freelancer and Gavin are so sun and moon coded
#i can go into heavy detail#they are my comfort couple ur honor#redacted gavin#redacted freelancer#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted asmr#redacted audios
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Ao3
Less a fic and more a long HC
After All this Time
Pairings: Vincent/Lovely
Vincent hadn't always been second in line to Alexis. In another life, before the accident, he had actually been the eldest, he and his younger brother only a few years a part in age. They were close in his old life, inseparable even, until the former Vincent met his untimely end.
One of the most difficult adjustments in his early years as a vampire was the sudden separation from his family and younger brother. Vincent resented William's insistence that, for the sake of both covert and his own well being, Vincent couldn't continue to keep tabs on his old family, even if from the shadows. He seethed each time William, with great patience whenever the subject was broached, explained how much more painful it would be for him to watch their lives ultimately move on in Vincent's absence. Despite this, Vincent couldn't help but attempt small check-ins on his brother over the years, the act made all the easier as social media took off. Vincent learned when he graduated high school, a year later than planned as he grappled with his grief over Vincent, was delighted to find that he'd managed to be accepted to the same College Vincent himself was attending before his accident. Had shared in his brother's grief when their mother became ill shortly after and eventually passed before his brother finished his first year.
Over time, Vincent began to understand the ache that William had tried to shield him from, and finally acquiesced to put his old life to end. To fully separate himself from the "old Vincent" his brother still remembered. The last thing he chose to know about his little brother was that he had settled down his sophomore year with his college sweetheart and that they seemed rather happy together.
So it was to Vincent's immeasurable surprise when one day, many years after he had last allowed himself to last think of him, that his Lovely returned home to tell Vincent about the oddest encounter. They told him that after finishing their last class for the day, they had made a quick stop at the 7/11 by campus for snacks where they ran into a boy who so closely resembled their lover it stopped them dead in their tracks. As they stood near him in line to check out, they couldn't help but say hello and make small talk together. The boy shared that he was passing through Dahlia on his first solo road trip before leaving for college later in the Fall. Lovely had recommended a place to him to eat while in town before parting ways. Vincent sat utterly still, in a daze as they spoke and laughed about how much alike they looked.
Later that evening, with his heart still racing in his chest, Vincent did what he had not dared to do in nearly 2 decades, and looked up his younger brother. He found that in the years since he'd last, his brother had lived a full life spent traveling and making a name for himself in his career. He had even started a family of his own, his most recent post mentioning that his eldest son would soon be attending college at his own Alma Mater. Vincent felt his Lovely rush to his side and wrap their arms tightly around him before he even registered the feeling of tears roll down his cheeks. He heard rather than felt the sob that broke from his chest as he began to cry in their safe embrace.
Vincent didn't know how long they sat with his face pressed against their neck, their hands soothingly running through his hair. Eventually he was calm enough to explain what he had found out. That after all these years there would soon (finally) be a Vincent Reyes counted among his university's Alumni.
#redacted fic#redactedverse#redactedasmr#redactedaudio#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted headcanons#redacted vincent#redacted lovely#vincent solaire#redacted william#william solaire#Vincent had a younger brother#hurt/comfort#Vincent's turning#moving on#family#Vincent's last name used to be Reyes#Howlzon writes
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David’s new video i’m
#i’m gonna cry it’s so sweet#him poking fun at angel????#and comforting them????#AND HUMMING ‘NOT WHILE IM AROUND’ FROM SWEENEY TODD??????#i’m emotionally destroyed from this 18 minute video you don’t understand#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted shaw pack#redacted angel#redacted david#redacted davey/angel
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