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by on February 5, 2023 at 4:24 am
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Imagine sneaking into your older shipcest F/O’s bed in the middle of the night and cuddling up to them.

Or

Imagine your younger shipcest F/O sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night and cuddling up to you.

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imagine your villainous f/o spotting an injury on you— it’s a small one, and you were doing just fine hiding it. perhaps you didn’t even notice it. they take hold of you to get a better look at the injury, their fingers running over it lightly, perhaps making you hiss in pain. “i didn’t give this to you,” they muse. “so who did?” they of course want to protect you, and if you’re hurt there’s hell to pay. but before anything else, they’ll help you bandage it, and stay with you just a while longer. perhaps adding a few bitemarks along the way? after all, if anyone thinks they can hurt you without consequence, your f/o would very much like them to know otherwise.

by on February 5, 2023 at 4:24 am
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💖💖💖

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The police have harassed almost every person in my family, killed my dad, and I’ve had them called on me. Grant it, it was a wellness check because people thought I was suicidal, but someone like me who is of color didn’t need that shit after the history of them negatively affecting their life. I had a god damn panic attack when that happened. So no, I don’t think it’s “privileged” to compare people who threaten to call the cops or the FBI on people for shipping, fancops. Because they’re not that different in trying to ruin people’s lives.

by on February 5, 2023 at 4:24 am
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I am so sorry that happened to you, anon, and thank you for sharing your perspective. 🤝

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by on February 5, 2023 at 4:24 am
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Daddy’s Little Girl

Relationship: Michael De Santa/Tracey De Santa

Summary: Tracey De Santa always idolized her father. (Drabble)

Rating: PG

As a little girl Tracey had idolized her father. In her eyes he was a romantic outlaw, the same type as Robin Hood.

All her life he’d doted on her, and she’d always adored the attention. Adored the way he reacted when she fawned over him. Adored being pampered, treated like a princess and a little girl.

Tracey didn’t know when she’d realized she was in love with him, but when she finally did, she was glad that her father didn’t have an ounce of moral fiber.

Or it would have been a lot harder to get him into bed.

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