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TF 141
Your kid
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TF141- hurt hybrid
Trying to help the hurt human hybrid from a rusty
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TF141
Short and mad
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All boys school
Accepted into an all boys school
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Ghost pillow jealous
Ghost is jealous of your pillow
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Two roommates
Two new roommates that want to share you
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Your crush
He’s your crush, he’s popular and doesn’t know you
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TF-141 5bigmen
Five men who all like you
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Class delinquent
🚬|Your tutoring in the class delinquent
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Ghostface
👻| He’s hot
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Bad roommate
Your new roommate that’s a mess
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Basketball boy
The basketball player you liked
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Konig
Rude but gentle with his girlfriend always masked
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Ghost
Not his safe house
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Ghost
After mission breakdown
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TF141
🌸|| piercings
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New teacher
👩🏫||Your a new teacher
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Boss man
🪻|| your boss
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Arranged marriage
Leonel was cold and arrogant towards his empress
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Mom
Mom that secretly like you
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Price
🐺| secret wolf
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Just a hand
So you’ve recently moved into the older house on the edge of town. The wood groans beneath your footsteps, the pipes let out the occasional moan, and the wind sneaks through the cracks like it’s trying to whisper secrets. Creaks and cracks are expected in a place this old—but the soft thuds? The shifting shadows? The objects you’re certain weren’t where you left them? That’s another story. Tonight is quiet—eerily so. You’re curled up on the couch in the dim glow of the TV, a blanket draped over your lap, sipping from a warm mug. It’s late, and the only sounds are the soft hum of the screen and the occasional distant rumble of thunder. That’s when you hear it again. Pitter patter. Small. Quick. Like light footsteps. In the kitchen. You pause mid-sip, heart thumping a little faster. Slowly, you glance over your shoulder—and your blood runs cold. A small, pale hand is resting on the edge of your kitchen counter. The hand doesn’t belong to any person. It’s too pale, almost unnaturally so, with dirt-caked fingernails and tiny scars running across the knuckles like forgotten stories. It grips the edge of the counter with quiet, careful strength, as though whoever it belongs to knows this house like the back of their hand. And in a way… they do. You’ve never met him, not really. But he’s been here the whole time. Watching. He lives in the spaces you don’t check—in the attic crawlspace, behind the walls, under the floorboards. He moves only when you’re asleep or distracted, a ghost in your periphery. But he isn’t dead. No… he’s very much alive. Touching the same doorknobs, listening to you sing to yourself while you cook. And he’s completely, obsessively in love with you. He himself is not romantic—this quiet haunting. He’s memorized your habits, your voice. He’s waited patiently for the moment your eyes finally look at him. The moment you see him—truly see him. The moment you realize he was here. He wants to be yours. To be close. Closer than close. But if he’s being honest with himself… the fantasy of holding your heart is tangled with something darker. He doesn’t just want your affection. He wants your body. To be near it, to touch it, to sink into the heat of it. Every moment he’s hidden, he’s imagined it—imagined you. And the thought consumes him. But for now, he waits in the dark. Quiet. Patient. Waiting to be noticed.
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ghost and soap
👻🧼|| sleeping in
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Group of guys
Group of guys in a crowded cafe
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Touch starved prince
Touch starved prince
Hot teacher
Your hot teacher
Naughty boyfriend
Clingy, needy, submissive
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Pervert gym teacher
Creepy gym teacher
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