3 Works by lice_mp3
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Las Nevadas never slept, and Quackity was tired.
"Wilbur. Call me Wilbur."
His eyes widened, and his head snapped to the side. Syre— Wilbur? No, Syren, wasn't looking at him.
His mouth dropped slightly, disbelief highly evident. "What?"
The other still didn't turn. "You heard me. Call me Wilbur. Not Syren, not Soot. Wilbur."
Wilbur kissed him, and Quackity let it happen. He didn't love him — he barely liked him — yet he kissed back nonetheless. Because that was all he had to offer, and all he could let himself receive.
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why is everything that i write a makeout fic. what has my life come to?
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...but you already got me feeling some type of way.
Tommy agreed to go to a party with Tubbo; that was his first mistake.
His second mistake was making eye contact with the boy across the room.
Though — was that really a mistake if this situation was the outcome?
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a self-indulgent /r golden duo fic.
they make out. thats it. thats the fic.
⟡ ˖°.⋆Title from Meddle About by Chase Atlantic.
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As Purpled made eye contact with Tommy, all he could think was 'What the fuck?'
The other boy was beaten all over. His lip was split and bleeding, his nose dripping and clearly broken, and his cheeks swollen. It was uncanny; it was wrong.
And yet, he was still smiling.
And then Purpled was running, across the room and straight at the other teen.
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Tommy dropped eye-contact, staring at something just below—
Purpled's lips. He was staring at Purpled's lips.
Now, there was a chance that he was reading this wrong, but Tommy's eyes were on his lips and usually he wasn't impulsive, but—
Purpled closed his eyes and leant in.
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a self indulgent make out fic that was never meant to be this long WHAT HAPPENED.
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Title from "The Moon Will Sing" by The Crane Wives