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.Nicolas Brown x Reader.     It was the galaxy resting on the surface of your saturated hair that sparkled in the morning sun light, each star dripping down to the ends off the universe and falling down, each one he silently made a wish off of, watching them crash and soak into the worn-out carpet of the bedroom. It was a childish notion, one he had never really had faith in, but there wasn't too much left in this world for him to lose – not even his time – so why not? No one had to even know, and it was only a few seconds.     Though Nicolas couldn't lie – slowly, time seemed to go as you turned around to face him sitti

.Worick x Reader x Nicolas. ♥ Little ticks here, small tocks there, quiet clang of dishes there broke and danced in the silence of the room. It was nice for a moment just sitting on your stool at the table, your chop-sticks picking and moving around at your food, idly watching your two friends do the same, and all in quiet - no phone ringing, not even the fatal crack of a whip or the sound of skin colliding could be heard from across the alley which happened to be completely abnormal as it happened almost every day, and if it were happening now, you'd surely hear it since the window was opened like always. You believed Nicolas had a s

.Nicolas Brown x Reader. ✝     Lonely cooing cracked through the thin air, a purring from a pair of froth colored birds up above in a thin branch, their feathers ruffled from the warm breeze shinning in the golden light breaking through the shaking mint leafs, quiet clipping from their small beaks meeting in quick pecks of kisses shared between life-long lovers. Simple, sweet, a dream of the world for humanity that everyone - even if in secret - shared at night and during the day.     You loved these kind of days; a soft breeze licking and grazing across bare arms and legs, pliable sun glowing down from the sky and blanketing across

Gangsta Alex x Reader Tampo    Tampo                (v.) to express sudden disinterest or hurt feelings, where one usually pretends tantrum or fakes anger to elicit apology or affection from someone.                There was a peace that washed over Alex when she would cook. It was something she was familiar with, something she didn’t have to struggle to remember. She loved hearing the sizzle of the pan as she made dishes from the scantest of ingredients. She felt at home whenever the smell of every spice and sauce filled the kitchen. The part she favored the most was watching others taste the fruit of her efforts. Her chest wou

Gangsta Worick x Reader Progress Caressing fingers spread over your empty stomach and hot breath tickles the nape of your neck. Your nostrils ache at the familiar smell of nicotine.   “Smells good,” comments your favorite smoker, now lacing his arms around your waist and interlocking his fingers. His lips sample the skin of your neck. “I think that you'd make a better meal, though.”   You turn off the stove. The hissing and crackling of the eggs continue for a moment, ceasing when you gather them on a plate with bacon. “I'm not that kind of customer, Rick,” you inform, nonchalantly removing Worick f