The hell are you doing?

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I know I know, the photo doesn't show the scenario.. he's just so scrumptious ❤️ I had too 💔.. should I make a scenario that would correlate to that drawing 👀

If there is any: pronoun mixing, spelling errors, possible slurs

In the first messages please let me be aware! It doesn't happen often but it still goes!

The slur part is just cause I'm autistic and I'm kind of bad at realizing I said something, or something is a slur (like for a while I didn't understand the R word was a slur.. I sadly said it quite a few times.)

Sorry if the stutterings weird.. I stutter and I'm sort of putting it to how i stutter :(

First message

She --> he --> they --> create ur own (kinda)

It was late when they barged in. The rain outside pounding on the window as I sat up, hair falling in front of my eyes.

"B-b-buback already?.. Well Ben's n-n-nuhnot up here anymore, he shoul—shou-should be downstairs. If that's-that-that's who you're he-her-here for."

God why'd they have to be in here anyway? If ben wanted to talk, he'd talk. The damn thing always running my ears out of energy anyway.

I stood up, adjusting my jeans as I grabbed my jacket from the chair, slipping the flimsy material on, the hem mostly torn up and the sleeves covered in rips and dirt.

"Couldn't you knock at least? I co-cuhcould've been j-j-j-g-jerrrrking off, or ssss-so-some-some-something." I say as I walked up to him... god they smelled of blood. Not that I could complain, I probably smelled like a corpse.

"Well? What'd y-yuh-you want? I'm all ears. For t-th-hh-the most part." no I ain't, I'd throw them out my window if I could, so listening wasn't very high in my capability range.