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player-suggested mini-event: A STRANGER'S BED

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Player-Suggested Mini-Event
when: August 26th - August 31st
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

a stranger's bed

As a lead in to September, Riverview's ♥ Month of Romance, this is a completely optional mingle that will cause affected characters to end up in each other's beds. There are various options for both established and new CR. While it's easiest for characters still living in Communal Housing, anyone who has moved to their own homes can be affected and end up finding their way to Communal Housing, or within their own housing.

Residents of the Quarantine may notice that various businesses selling food and drink - cafés, diners, bakeries, restaurants, and other such establishments - are heavily advertising a new flavor that's supposed to be the biggest thing since pumpkin spice. A flavor additive that's said to subtly change the flavor of whatever the diner is eating or drinking to optimize the dish, drink, dessert, or any other food item it is added to for each person's individual taste, it's been selling like wildfire and is the latest trend.

After the cause of the rash of amnesia was revealed to be plant-related, sellers are keeping the origin of the secret ingredient very close to their chests, since it is a derivative of a recently-discovered plant dubbed chameleonis. Depending on the method of ingestion, this additive can have a variety of unexpected side effects, but only once the person who has ingested it becomes sleepy. Methods of ingestion include:

● Ingestion: Beverage: When ingested as a flavor shot to drinks ranging from sodas to coffee to alcoholic beverages, it can cause a desire for closeness to a particular other person. Affected characters end up crawling into bed with that specific other character when they become sleepy.

● Ingestion: Food: When ingested as a flavoring added to a baked good or other meal, it can cause an intense desire for body heat when the character becomes drowsy. It won't matter to an affected character who is providing the body heat, so long as it's someone, and they will end up sleepily crawling into someone else's bed for warmth.

● Inhalation: When inhaled ether from a steaming hot beverage or soup, or as an essential oil or aroma from a bakery, it can cause disorientation when a character becomes sleepy. Affected characters either aren't sure which bed is theirs and simply crawl into the closest one, occupied or not, or become convinced that another character's bed is their own.

Feel free to post up a top-level for your own character either affected and invading a random bed or unaffected but open to having their bed invaded by affected characters, or tag around to other people's top-levels.

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IN TOWN
[Jensen was getting used to this new homebase that he'd found himself in. It was actually pretty cool, once he got over the surprise of being in another reality, on another planet-- well, moon, and all of this not being a dream. The bruises from the constant pinches were finally fading, and while he was hearing talk here and there about odd things happening here; migratory attack birds, weird instances of temporary amnesia, jumpy time stuff, he was still pretty taken by the fact he was on a fucking moon, able to stare up at a planet the moon orbited. Five years here and he could end up there. It blew his freaking mind.

On top of that, there were just interesting things here; new foods, new creatures (the giant chickens that he'd both wanted to ride and to fry up for the novelty of just how big that drumstick would be), and a lot of very lovely and hopefully available women around. He had a job, a place to bunk, and no one was trying to kill him. If the rest of the crew could be here, this would be damn close to paradise.

And speaking of new food... There seemed to be some sort of sale or event happening, and Jensen wanted to try it all. So he'd be downing the little shots in something to drink, adding it over hotdogs and cinnamon buns, and sniffing it up with vigor, all over a handful of days. Anyone was free to run into him and share whatever he had on hand.]

IN BED
[He wasn't a stranger to having to share quarters with others, so once he was settled down to bed, he'd gotten into the habit of sort of tuning out the noises and movements of any others in the room. He'd even been getting good at ignoring the jostling of his bed when someone accidentally bumped into it.

Jensen was also used to having to sleep with someone, though that usually ran to it being Cougar or Pooch, and it was limited to something close to a puppy pile as their unit would curl together for warmth in some of the colder climates. Survival superseded dramatics over no homo, though every time Pooch had to share with someone, he always had to voice that he was a happily married man. The first few times, Jensen had gone to sleep with a mini maglight in his pocket, angled just right. Even Cougar had gotten a good chuckle out of that.

So if someone were to bump his bed or move him a little, he might just adjust to allow for the space before drifting back off to sleep. Maybe. Depends on how gently someone crawled into bed. At least he wasn't sleeping naked...]

IN TOWN
[Spike's ability to enjoy something to eat and drink were limited to after the sun set, but that was starting to get to be earlier than when he'd arrived, and it put him in a good mood. Eat, drink, and be dead, right? So he'd be doing all of the above, likely adding his bits of this and that to alcoholic drinks and some tempting kebab-looking thing. He'd lived off worse than street food and this place didn't exactly have a run of food poisoning.

He may or may not pilfer things off people while he's about, so feel free to be angry that some blonde goth looking dead guy stole your beer.]

IN BED
[Spike lived in a crypt in the abandoned city, making his home in the empty cemetery. For those who knew where he lived, finding him there wouldn't be hard, but he'd likely be sleeping during the day. For those that somehow stumbled there? Still sleeping during the day. On a tomb, because he hadn't managed to get a bed in there yet. It was still a work in progress. Anyone looking for a warm body to snuggle with wouldn't be looking here, however. Spike was a little on the cooler side. But he still made a good pillow...]

AFFECTED - IN TOWN
[Seemed being undead didn't make him immune to whatever the additive had been, so he may be skulking around sleepily with a smoldering blanket. If he happened upon a private residence with someone he knew in it where he hadn't been invited into, that resident might find him snoozing against an invisible barrier to their door when they opened it. At least he didn't drool when he slept.

For those in the communal rooms or in ones he'd been invited in... At least he didn't snore.]

in town
[being the assistant manager of a coffee shop certainly had its perks. the pay was great, plus Osomatsu got to try all the new flavors and additions before everyone else. he was handling the job okay, but not great, being that he had absolutely no prior experience, and there was still a lot to learn. he'd spent the better half of the first week shadowing someone else.

he was still doing a bit of shadowing when he had to learn new things, but by now, he knew how to make certain drinks. he'd also been informed of the new flavor that they were going to be adding to their drinks, to every drink, and even to the small amounts of food they sell]

...And, lemme tell you! [he's talking to a group of curious customers. Osomatsu's pretty good at hyping things up, his happiness is infectious, and he can be exceptionally charming. whoever hired him seems to think he is managing just fine in this aspect] This new flavor is great! I can't stop drinking it!

in his bed
[Osomatsu's still getting used to the idea of sleeping alone. he doesn't like it. back at home, he shared a futon with five other grown men, his brothers, and he certainly missed that. so, sometimes, it takes him a while to get to sleep. maybe he should go find Karamatsu and Ichimatsu, demand that they all sleep together.

though, just as he's about to get up, he notices that he's not alone. someone's at his door... can we help you?]

in your bed
[he wasn't lying when he said he couldn't stop drinking the new flavor. it was addictive, and Osomatsu drank drinks with it added to them almost exclusively. he even ate the baked goods in his shop that had been made with the flavor baked in. but as the days go on, he begins to feel weird. cold, like he wants to be around someone all the time for warmth.

so forgive him when he comes into your bed. he doesn't sneak. rather, he plops down unceremoniously, and shamelessly. cuddles?]

i. i'm not saying it's ~~aliens~~ mushi, but [ town ]

[It's not that Ginko is naturally given to paranoia; when you live life on the road and generally need to buy food and/or seek shelter from strangers, that would be heavily unproductive. This whole set-up is particularly fishy, though; the idea of food that can somehow be individualized to a person's tastes sounds like the exact sort of thing he might come across back home and turn out to be the result of some arrogant fool attempting to turn a profit from mushi, and the timing is such that it's perfect for someone to have unintentionally stumbled upon such a use for a mushi in the weeks since he's arrived and brought them with him.

Unfortunately, he neither has access to records like the Karibusa archives to confirm his suspicions, nor are the shopkeepers being particularly forthcoming with information. So if you happen to be around, maybe you'll witness the world's calmest "argument" taking place within one of these eateries, wherein Ginko gets the royal brushoff every time he attempts to inquire into the nature of the additive (We assure you, sir, it's gluten-free and vegan friendly!), or maybe you're eating something with the new additive and he's approaching you directly--]

Excuse me. That's one of the foods that was being promoted, right?

ii. strange bedfellows [ communal housing ]

[Unfortunately, his attempts to find out literally anything about the additive have proved unsuccessful, thus far. Which is hardly more than a minor frustration, given that he's run into these kinds of roadblocks before when investigating strange occurrences back in Japan, but does leave him vaguely apprehensive.

Eventually, though, he does have to sleep, and as he makes his way back to the Communal Housing building, he finds himself idly thinking about how strange it is for him to be returning to the same place for close to three weeks, now. He's distracted enough by those thoughts that he almost doesn't notice when he opens his door and....finds someone laying in it.

ah.

well. He'll just. ... Cover you up with the half of the blanket you're not lying on top of, and lay down on the floor instead. He generally finds it more comfortable, anyway; he's more used to sleeping in the grass or on a mat on the floor than anything like the beds here. But there is definitely some Explainin' to do when u wake up, friend.]

iii. strange bedfellows part two electric boogaloo [ literally any housing anywhere ]

[Now see, this works both ways. When it comes to the second day of gently badgering storekeepers and others for more information on the additive, he breathes in more of the ambient aroma than he did the first time, and sure enough!!! The disorientation arrives, and he sort of stumbles through the town. Maybe you left your patio door open or didn't lock your shed. Whatever it is, a white-haired one-eyed man has found his way into your home and is sleeping soundly ... somewhere. Maybe your bed, but probably somewhere stranger, like your brand new throw rug. He's very possibly filched a pillow, too, though.

En....joy....?]

OPTION A ▹ HIS BED

[ It might be the first time that happens, or maybe this isn't the first strange visitor Steve gets in his room this week. The notion of sharing a living space isn't entirely foreign to him, but sharing a bed is a whole other matter entirely.

Though not often a heavy sleeper, he might not notice there's someone coming into his bedroom while he's asleep until the mattress starts to sink next to him, or his new company gets a little too close for comfort. However, his reaction will be more immediate if he steps into the room to find someone else fast asleep in his bed, having already made themselves comfortable there. ]

OPTION B ▹ YOUR BED...?

[ Not that he's paranoid or anything— Steve would rather call it a healthy dose of suspicion towards foods and strange condiments and additives he's never heard of before. At most he'll try a small bite of some food or a sip of a drink, which may end up with him crawling back into someone else's bed in search of body heat once he heads back to communal housing, or looking for one specific person for no good reason at all. But more often than not, it's through inhaling the additive that he gets affected the most.

So really, it's a whole lot more harmless when he simply gets confused and makes his way to a completely different bedroom, crawling into someone else's bed while perfectly convinced it's his own. The actual occupant of said bed is free to walk in on him fast asleep in nothing but his underwear (which, to be fair, at least consists of boxers and a sleeveless shirt), or already be in there by the time he crawls underneath the covers.

Welcome him, shove him over the edge, kick him in the face... really, everything is fair game. ]

[ Never let it be said that Angela was not adventurous. When the bakery owner said they had a spice which would tailor her pastry to her individual taste, she was curious and opted to try it. It worked, the croissant had captured the exact taste of the bread her adoptive mother, the Angel Loriel, would bake for her growing up. It was a flavor Angela had not thought about in a long time, and she was truly grateful to the baker for bringing it back to her.

The trouble came that night, when Angela tired and prepared for bed. Her own bed in her room just felt so empty and cold, and she tossed and turned for long hours before she finally realized what it was she was craving, and what the obvious solution would be. By this time, her brother and roommate was already asleep, and so she is careful not to make any noise as she lets herself into his quarters and slides into his bed next to him. ]

for genji.

_{[ Having lost a lot of things in the fire had Karamatsu wandering the streets for awhile and staying with the people he could while his floor got repaired. This made him go back to the same ole bars that he had been to before and try this new kind of drink. Of course, he loves it, and of course like any other alcoholic beverage, he feels the effects fast. He's got one person on his mind right now— and that was his rescuer, the man that saved him from the fire and he knows exactly where he's at.

Genji will get not just a new friend pounding on his housing door, but a new drunk friend. ]}

Ooooooiiii, Genji-san! Genji-san, open up, hah. I don't think I ever formally thanked you, Genji-saaaaaan!
_{[ I'm sorry. ]}

for khisanth.

_{[ A day, or maybe a few days later, he still hasn't learned his lesson about this new enhancing flavor and has come across it yet again at a coffee shop. Actially, it was the shop his brother was managing, but it didn't look like Osomatsu was working right now. That's alright, he'll still get his own drink.

That's when he sees a familiar face— the girl by the fountain that he helped get a present for— sitting by the window and just invites himself over, sliding the chair back from the table and slapping his hand on her table to get her attention. He then leans his weight on the table then looks away, dramatic as ever: ]}

I see that you are.. wearing perfect fashion today!
_{[ AND NOT NAKED, GOOD JOB. ]}

[ Verity? Totally not a cuddler. A year or two hanging out with giant robots will do that to a girl: lots of pointy edges do not lead one to cuddling tendencies.

She's totally not cuddling--just crawling into bed, after a night of hanging out and drinking.
As one does.

But goddam, that pillow is lumpy! She's gonna smoosh at it for a second, as she sliiiides under the covers. ]

Urf...

[It's not the body climbing into bed with him that wakes him up as much as it is the fact someone is trying to smooth out the six pack built into his abs. Muscles don't work that way, okay? Okay. He's groggy as he blinks his eyes open, glasses not on so everything's just a little blurry, hand patting himself down and--]

Whoa. Oh. Uh... oh?

[He looks down, seeing a head of hair that hadn't been there earlier and that was completely unfamiliar to him.]

Hey. Uh, hey... miss? Lady? Miss lady?

[It's not a bad thing to seek out something warm to sleep against. A heater, a body pillow, a pet cat or dog...

But of all the people to plop down next to while he's actually sitting in bed, mostly inactively dozing...

Reaper was the worst choice. Not only will Osomatsu realise in a few moments that he's going to get absolutely no warmth from this guy--but he'd soon realise it's almost like he lay next to a stone-cold corpse.

There's a moment of silence before Reaper stirs, and while he won't throw Osomatsu off of him...
A set of glowing red eyes stare down at him with a grumpy, irritable expression.]

Haven't I told you off for this sort of thing before? Get off me.

[ Loki tenses immediately, his eyes flying open. He searches for an intruder before he realizes who has slipped next to him. Disbelief filters through his expression, but he does not seem . . . annoyed. If anything, the tension quietly cedes away. ]

Sister?

[ It is the first time Loki has ever truly called her such. He has always sidestepped it in a charming way. ]

[disoriented and still super cold, Osomatsu opens one eye to look at the other man in confusion. this bed... isn't his, is it?

instead of apologizing and politely excusing himself, Osomatsu tries to snuggle against him further, but is disappointed when he doesn't get the body heat that he was anticipating]

...Mmn. You're like a fridge...

['Like a fridge'. Just when he thought Karamatsu couldn't get any more stupid. He grumbles out a rough sound, like a sigh of frustration, before reaching to pry the other off of him.]

Are your ears broken, I said get off.

[What has gotten into the stupid beanhead--]

Do I need to throw you out the window?

[that seems to sober Osomatsu up. a little. he still takes his time pushing up and sliding off of the other man. very slowly, and responds sleepily]

H-hey, no... There doesn't need to be any violence... I was just cold. S'all...

[Ivar has odd sleeping hours as it is, what with caring for a brand-new infant. He tends to just crash out whenever he has time. It's as he's waking up from a catnap he'd manages to catch when he sees a lump huddled on the front porch of the house he shared with Letha. What the hell...?

He glances out of the window to identify, yes, he does have a blood-sucking monster sleeping on his front porch like a puppy without a home. He opens up the door and prods the black-clad mass with his axe handle.]

Hey. Get up. And what are you doing here?

Mrfflemmr.

[Clearly, that was an answer, Ivar. Spike curled up a little more, even as he tried to shuffle closer to the open door -- not able to pass it, what with not having been invited in before. He kept butting against an invisible barrier, grumbling as his eyes stayed closed.]

[ The slap does get her attention, not with a start, but with a curious glance. Does she know this guy...? As he looks away, though, it snaps into place. She does know this guy. She still has the jacket she claimed from him.

She takes a second to glance in the direction he's looking, fails to spot whatever it is he's looking at instead of her, and shrugs it off. She remembers he'd been odd, as far as humans go. ]

That's true. [ She even offers a smile for the compliment. She is dressed nicely, thank you for noticing, in a sleek black dress and heels just high enough to look good, but not so high as to be difficult to move in. And her favorite bit, the necklace of tiny swords crowned by a small glowing orb. It's not a particularly beautiful piece, but she likes it. ] Did you come to add more to it?

[Hmmm, what to do about this? He gives Spike another poke, but that doesn't seem to have much of an effect. Should he turn on the sprinklers? Letha might scream if she finds this vampire on their porch. But Ivar is reminded of the many vagabonds that would litter the streets of Kattegat. His mother would disapprove of not doing anything for someone with no place to go.

He closes the door, goes off and grabs a spare pillow plus a blanket. Then he goes back, draping the blanket over him, and nudging Spike's head with the pillow.]

Don't ever say I didn't do anything for you.

Bed?

[He wasn't even close to half awake, feeling the blanket over him, smelling the warmth of a body, male, and the blood that ran under his skin. Then there was a pillow that smelled like... male, female, and... baby? Ugh. Babies. Nasty little runts. But it was a pillow and the porch was shaded against any oncoming sun for now, the blanket hopefully keeping out any stray beams that might try to get him.

Not that he was a stranger to waking up from a bender because part of him was on fire...]

His Bed:

Draco had gone to bed as usual, though exhausted from all the changes he had to get used to. It was a strange place full of strange people. He struggled with himself every day and still slipped up. He could tell, and a part of him feared that. He had a true chance to start over here. He had to take it and run with it.

That was hard to do, though when he had moments where he was reacted and spoke without being aware. Being on guard constantly didn't help his level of exhaustion. And so he returned to his room and fell into bed, asleep soon after his head hit the pillow.

His sleep was so sound that he didn't wake up the moment he was joined, but with being so used to having a bed to himself he eventually was roused by the strange feeling and warmth of another body next to his own.

Grumbling as he was slow to wake from the depths of sleep he tried to evade the warmth and comfort of another in his bed.

Your Bed:

It wasn't that he was particularly cold. It wasn't even like he ever really desired to just simply lay with another before. However, he was exhausted from adjusting to the changes and keeping ever on guard. And he just wasn't warm enough. He wanted…

Draco just needed another. Needed something he didn't quite understand. Drowsy as he was, Draco didn't know or care where he went. All he knew was that he found it. His clothing being systematically stripped off until he was in his boxers. He rarely slept without at least pajama bottoms, but it didn't matter now, because he was slipping into the bed and pressing right up against another body whose warmth would keep him comfortable. A sigh left him as his tired eyes closed with an arm snaked around the body before him, pulling the warmth firmly against his body.

Edited 2017-08-27 07:20 (UTC)

[It's been a little while since Dave even lived in the dorm, but it seems to draw him in this evening. Ever since his late lunch, he's been feeling kind of needy. Needy and tired. At first, it's nothing new for him, but it progresses into something so intense it almost feels like he's going to pass out from the need to curl up and sleep.

He's looking for a bed, but not just any bed, a bed with someone in it. He makes his way up into the dorms, seemingly at random despite the fact that he's a heat seeking missile. He steps into the doorway, right in time for whoever the fuck that is to notice him. He hesitates, for a moment, wondering what the fresh hell he's getting himself into. He buries the thought and steps forward, inviting himself to flip open the covers of Osomatsu's bed so he can get right in there.

He is simultaneously satisfied, in a state of inescapable bliss and feeling incredibly awkward, like he's trapped in some sort of lucid dream. How can he make this less awkward? Maybe he should talk. Explain himself. Sounds good.]

Sup.

in his bed

[Dodger's not a happy man on his own, and never has been. It doesn't matter who he's sharing a bed with, but being left alone with his thoughts is dangerous for him and he knows it... and he's been alone with his thoughts almost every night since coming to the quarantine.

It's nights like these, when Khisanth is busy doing Khisanth things and he has failed yet again to get anyone to sleep with him, that he ends up having to actually think about where his life is headed. And... dear lord, is he not happy about it.

And then a stranger crawls into his bed. He must have forgotten to lock the door... but whatever, he isn't knocking it. Hopefully they don't mind that he sleeps in only boxers.]

in your bed

[Dodger isn't a picky eater, so this new additive doesn't do much for him - he doesn't taste his meals enough to really notice. But that means between all the coffee and whiskey he's been going through, all the food he's eaten and all the fancy flavored tobacco he's been offered as samples - fuck, he's even pretty sure it somehow made it into the heroin he's been smoking - where he ends up at night and why is a complete toss-up. And he doesn't make a single move to stop it.

Maybe today he's feeling unnaturally cold, and can't seem to heat himself up with his newly-regained fire power. Maybe he's too high and too disoriented to make his way back to his flat, and ends up crawling into a bed he doesn't recognize. Or maybe he just plain misses someone's company, and this is the best way he can think of of making that clear. Either way, he's a creature of impulse - if he gets it in his head to curl up with someone, he will do so. Whether he bothered to take off his clothes or even his shoes is equally hit-or-miss.]

closed prompt for eichi

[He vaguely remembers getting Eichi's address in a text when he'd gotten out of the hospital... a silent invitation he hadn't made good on, because too much had been happening on his own side of things. But currently, he gets the sense he won't be sleeping without someone else there with him, and if it's Eichi... well, two birds with one stone.

He doesn't announce himself - in face, he just teleports into the house, taking a few educated guesses to find the room Eichi is sleeping in. Stripping down to his boxers, leaving his clothes unceremoniously on the floor, and crawling under the covers at the foot of the bed so as to not disturb the idol too much. Which means he's effectively announced by the feeling of Eichi's covers lifting up, followed by his warm body heat on top of him and the cold touch of two necklace charms touching his neck. Hmm, wasn't there only one before?]

Edited (i keep noticing typos sobs) 2017-08-26 14:46 (UTC)

Your Bed (inhalation):
[Dave is his own heat-seeking missile as he makes his way home. He's seeking out his own bed, empty as it may be, because he's not afraid to conk out in it. He's rapidly losing focus, his head is filling up with a warm, foggy feeling that makes it hard to carry on.

Before he even realises it, he's taking himself back into communal housing and aiming himself toward wherever his bed used to be. Whether he actually makes it to his old bed is up to fate, apparently, since he's just stumbling around like he just worked the graveyard shift. If there's a person shaped lump in the bed, it doesn't deter him from ripping open the covers and slipping in like he owns the place.]

His Bed (food ingestion):
[Having made it to bed, despite an overpowering desire for body heat and warmth, Dave commits himself to sleeping. It takes him a while, sometimes an hour or more. He might still be awake when you sneak in, he might be listening to music with headphones or he might be staring at the ceiling. Either way, he doesn't protest the company as much as he probably should.

If you catch him while he's asleep, it might not look like his slumber is particularly restful. Dave twitches, grunts and clenches in his sleep and it doesn't seem like he's having a good time. If you wake him suddenly, it might startle him before he gathers his bearings. If you take a slower, more cautious approach he might slowly come around with a long exhale and a tired, squinty stare. He doesn't wear his sunglasses in bed, for obvious reasons. He looks a little exasperated.]

Edited 2017-08-26 13:50 (UTC)

[Dodger hadn't told anyone where his apartment was yet, so the last thing he's expecting is for someone to just... come in and curl up next to him. It's not like he exactly has a problem with it, but- he's just really not in the mood. Really. Not.]

Fuck off, Karamatsu...

[He is tired, he is drunk. He has no interest in trying to salvage the weird place their last conversation left them in, at least not right at the moment.]

[ah...? some guy just walked into his room! and is getting into his bed!

Osomatsu is about to protest, but thanks to all that weird flavored food he's been eating, he kind of doesn't want to turn Dave away. uh... weird.

he won't lie back down immediately, but he will stare at him for a moment, before casually replying]

Sup?

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player-suggested mini-event: A STRANGER'S BED

Jake Jensen | The Losers | OPEN TO ALL

Spike | Buffy: The Vampire Slayer | OPEN TO ALL

Osomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san | ota

Ginko | Mushishi | OTA

steve trevor » so open

Angela & Loki | closed

Karamatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san | closed

Clearly, I cannot resist.

Why would you try?

bad end

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Affected - In Town

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Draco Malfoy | Harry Potter | OTA

in oso's bed

Jamie Dodger | OTA

Dave Strider | Homestuck | Open af

possibly the best meeting

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