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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    Tamaki had fallen into a rose bush near the back end of the school. Kyouya could imagine it: golden hair intertwined with all those thorns and curling stems.

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    13 Nov 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    kyoya ootori, staring tenderly at tamaki: i sure love being a straight man

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    12 Nov 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 4

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    In six hours, Tamaki is meant to stay the night. He makes sure to find the nearest bathroom on the way back to freshen up. Meaning, push down these thoughts to the deepest, darkest corner he could find. Wash them with the laundry.

    There are certain things he doesn’t talk about.

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    12 Nov 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 3

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    Kyouya's hungry, and despite Tamaki's constant refusal to eat, he won't let Kyouya miss a meal.

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    12 Nov 2019

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    Crowley goes too slow, Aziraphale drinks copious amounts of alcohol, and the bookshop is (very nearly) set on fire. Again.

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    "Aziraphale is not one to overindulge in alcohol.

    Except for when the occasion really calls for it.

    And this one does.

    Because - because -

    He wants Crowley. He wants his companionship. He wants him here, now. He wants Crowley - he wants. He wants-

    Another glass of wine. By now he’s lost count.

    Because Crowley is not here. Aziraphale could call him. He could, but - but. Aziraphale is in no state. Probably. And besides, Crowley cannot come. Not tonight, at least. Maybe never. Crowley drove off, after all. Maybe Aziraphale has waited too long. Maybe he’s gone too slow.

    And this thought is painful enough to warrant another drink. Or three.

    He’s drunk his way through a Chateau Pontet Bordeaux red blend, an Albert Mann pinot noir, the Monsanto Chianti Classico Riserva, and half of the crystal encased Glenglassaugh whiskey by this point, and he’s fine. He is. Really. Even if the room has begun to sway around him."

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    29 Sep 2019

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