(no particular order, just from the bottom to the top)
@koco-coko (my first moot), @that-multi-fandom-hijabi (little cutie), @aylin-hijabi (moon queen), @queenpiranhadon (greetings, mutual of mine and hug-duck sanctuary founder), @the-ultimate-bookworm (I still don't get the whole wedding thing with mini btw but I'm happy for you), @hijabi-desi-bookworm (*throws a doctor in your general direction*), @reyna-obsessed (sorry not sorry for all these traumatizing story ideas, online bestie hehehe), @tinadablackthorn :( sadly absent), @queenie-blackthorn :(also sadly absent), @itadori-yujiii :(also sadly absent), @miasbraindump (I think I followed you because of the Renegades trilogy, maybe we should talk more), @loife1m (Ahem, the "epitome of sunsets" (whatever an "epitome" is, I just know that you like sunsets so probably something about that ;)), @nerdy-girl3791 (well, you for sure know smth about aesthetics), @mushroomcarrotstick (no Doonuts for you!), @labaguetteisdabest (sometimes I get around 12 notifications, all from you), @coolalicious (great landscapes and a lot hearts), @lillibethnougatesquirethe3rd (Oreo, my best nickname-buddy), @torifuckingspring (Thomas, you're cool and I hope your life gets less shitty), @iam1withthepeggy (I still envy you for having half the night to sleep when I wake up), @the-princess-fangirl (the tpq enthusiast ;), @fireflychaosdemon (not sure if that's a compliment or an insult, but your vibes remind me of my own blog sometimes), @swans-chirping-in-the-distance (we're both very "communicate"), @fish-ofishial123 (my tumblr-sister), @onlyrealizednow (I'll be honest, you had a cat picture in your pfp. I don't need more reasons to be your moot), @the-bookish-bitch (another moot of a moot who is my moot to which I never talked! Let's change that), @zoesim5 (you're annoying loife constantly and will always have my respect for that), @pixiedust347 (i think we will vibe quite well together), @randomqueerkid (don’t know you yet but hey, we're moots sooo yeah actually I should probably talk to you soon), @my-mind-is-frozen (your blog is a mess, my blog is a mess, let’s be a mess together).
Huh. The brackets were getting longer and longer (sorry guys on top, you'll are awesome). Also I definetely have to talk to my moots more!
behold. (what if you lived in derry and made a disstrack on the losers to win pennys favor?????) well we'll never know but here is a disstrack i made in the span of 5 hours, i didnt make the music the music is by Fantom XXX. I did lyrics, editing, and ofc the rapping lol. if u can call it that lol idk.
They thought their memory had been wiped, but no, the hero remembered everything. They remembered things that they had forgotten. In fact, since the incident, their memory had gotten better.
But villain didn't know that. They also didn't need to know that. Hero liked how happy they had been once hero had woken up, confused and slightly dizzy.
At that time, they had truly forgotten everything. But an hour or so later they remembered everything again.
But the villain didn't know. They kept thinking that the hero had forgotten. They kept doing the dishes, humming along to the song in the ad on TV.
Villain wasn't doing anything illegal anymore. Ever since then, they had stopped. Stopped to live with hero.
The hero didn't mind. What they did mind was the fact that they couldn't keep lying. They knew that they'd slip up eventually, either accidentally or because they couldn't handle the guilt.
But right now, they wanted to stay in the cozy apartment, eating villains delicious but very salty soup and cuddle them on the couch until one or both of them fell asleep.
They were scared, of course. What if the villain would be mad if they found out? Would they even be mad, or would they be disappointed? Would they turn back to villainy?
Hero shook their head. None of that now. They would tell villain soon, they just needed some time to prepare themselves and -in a way- also prepare villain for the conversation.
They snuck up behind the former criminal, who was stirring the soup while slight swinging to the tunes on the TV ads. They slung their arms around there hips, placing their head on the villains shoulder, closing their eyes. "Don't oversalt it."
Villain only huffed in fake annoyance. They turned their head and pressed a light kiss to the heros cheek, whispering: "cook yourself then."