Together they sat on the carpet, one hand in Amajiki's hair, nimble, kind hands.. Gently, playing with his hair. Amajiki's eyes were red and heavy. That just happened.. Didn't it.
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Tamaki got the call that morning, ten hours ago.. His kind little grandmother had died. He was planning on seeing her that day.. She had been not doing well, she had been overworking herself.. And his mother had told her to take a break. And well.. She's a stubborn woman.
It destroyed him, he never even got to say by, or I love you.. Whatever.. It pained him.. Then his boyfriend.. He had been with for a near year.. Broke up with him telling him he wasn't interesting.. Boring. And yet. Overly clingy.. So of course with nowhere to turn to.. He called his best friend Mirio.
That led them to now, the bigger male, softly scratching his scalp.. Leaving him as putty and moldable in his arms.. It was comfortable.. Comforting..
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Hi this is a vent, where I project into Tamaki🤌
My grandma isn't dead but she's been overworking
And I've not been broken up with, but I just feel like I've annoyed my girlfriend
Update: I just was broken up with
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one-shots~
Fanfictionjust to get me out of writers block! inconsistent posts ❤ a lot of MLM, some glg if I feel spicy yeah sorry if they're terrible mostly: fluff smut
