"Micool!" He screamed, his body shaking, wracked with pain, as he curled up on himself jerkily. "Micool!" Gavin writhed around, wrapping and unwrapping his arms from around his middle, curling and uncurling his legs, anything to try and take the pain away. He was slipping away, further and further into his own head, the room spiralling around him, before, suddenly, he was brought down to Earth by one sound.
"G-Gavin?!"
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❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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