I Have The Desperate Urge To Be A Buff Gay Man In The Military Who Makes Out With A Rookie In The Back

I have the desperate urge to be a buff gay man in the military who makes out with a rookie in the back hall after a mission briefing knowing he probably won't make it back alive.

Potat o' luck 🥔

Okay so I understand that I'm a shit writer- but hear me out...

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You feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Two large white eyes peering at you from behind your window. Your mug long since shattered on the floor. Only the feeling of dread filled you now.

He found you.

You don't know how. Or even when, but he did. After settling down in a small town and living in peace for 7 years, you thought you were in the clear. Your mind letting him slip from your memories like a drop of water in the ocean.

But life always liked throwing you for a loop.

After 7 years. A man you thought to be dead, stands staring at you through that window. Now, out of all times, he came back.

The man you killed is staring at you through you bedroom window. On the second floor of your home. Waiting. Watching. Listening.

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I don't know- 😭 what do you guys think??

Just a random idea I thought up. Should I make it a series of drabbles?????

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I am so glad that our likes don't show on this app. Lmao. I would have to explain to people why I search up "X Reader" shit. Like- "Oh yeah don't mind me serching comfort villian x hero fanfics because all I want in life is to have that romance trope but I can't because I'm a fluff ball of stress/anxiety and I can't find my hero or villian lover who casually does what they do and their not in it for society or money." But NOOOOO I gotta read fanfics at 2 in the morning because I have nothing better to do with my life.