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minkkumaz · 9 months

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favorite anon,, hehe. ur my fav writer!! im so happy i discovered ur fics,, interactions with you are always so sweet!!

but

YOUR OT6 MASTERLIST. I GASPED ONCE I SAW IT. twirling + swinging my feet. this feeling reminds me of waiting for the bonedo comeback.

first of all, CUPID SUNGHO. CUPID SUNGHO ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ firm believer cupid sungho wears glasses just because!!! before shooting his shots he definitely pushes up his glasses to get a precise shot.

medusa reader and human riwoo has me tearing up. the amount of angst that could be made up will BREAK me. like what if reader just wants to watch riwoo dance and perform but they cant get too close because they dont want to make riwoo loose his bright future ☹️☹️☹️

ZOMBIE READER? me and jaehyun could be zombies together 🤞🤞 stop but what if jaehyun was a scientist who could really help out the reader.. or like jaehyun and the reader were childhood friends when a zombie apocalypse appeared and watching his best friend get turned into a zombie made him dedicate his life and future to turning them back.. scientist/researcher jaehyun 💭 (i just wanna see jaehyun in a labcoat tbh)

VAMPIRE TAESAN HAD ME JUMPING UP AND DOWNNNNN. hes literally THE vampire ever. i 100% love the mysterious, weirdo social outcast taesan who’s secretly a vampire… (thinking abt how the reader could be a total geek and nerd when it comes to supernaturals)

PFKFKKDKD MERMAID LEEHAN. leehan and his fish pals :)))) LMAO but like ur so true leehan is legit the 🧜‍♂️ emoji. I CANT STOP THINKING ABT HOW BEAUTIFUL HE’D BE UNDER WATER LIKE IK HIS HAIR IS GONNA BE FLOWEINNGG. (plottwist, leehans a siren and ends our life </3)(its okay cause its leehan)

BUT OUT OF ALL IM SO SO SO EXCITED FOR ALIEN READER AND WOONHAK!! ACK i keep thinking about how Woonhaks a regular highschool student, and his new alien friend helps him study at night using their antennas as a nightlight HAHA. imagine the two just tucked under a blanket reading a book together with the light source as the antenna.

im seriously so excited for all of them it really feels like a bonedo comeback LMAO. the things i wrote were just little ideas. im definitely excited for anything you’re gonna be putting out!!

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ditto! interacting with you has been my fav i love hearing your opinions on my works and stuff you're so sweet :,< i'm so glad you're excited for my series omg i feel honored that i'm on the same level as waiting for a bonedo comeback ><

i giggled so hard when you said sungho adjusts his glasses to look at his shot LOLL that thought is so funny to me bc hes so majestic but the idea of that is so nerdy HAHSKHSB

trust me.. riwoo's will have a lot of angst. THAT IS ALL I WILL ELABORATE ONE! shoutout to woonhakist aka my bae for the medusa and cupid idea :3

zombie reader w human jaehyun was probably one of my smartest ideas like i literally have the plot on lockdown and i'm expecting tears from everyone that reads it because i'm having trouble properly breathing at the mere idea of it. LET ME COOK!!!!

i'm gonna base vampire taesan off of a kdrama i watched! NOT PINPOINT ACCURATE TO THE PLOT BUT THE IDEA!! not saying which one quite yet, but i'll probably namedrop in the a/n portion once i actually publish it :) if you know which drama im talking about when you see it, you might have an idea of what the ending will be so i kinda hope people don't know ^^;

and no fr literally this whole series wouldnt exist if i didnt start working on mermaid leehan like a month ago. i was thinking about it.. then i wrote it.. and im like halfway done and the wordcount is literally sickening its so long.. but i can confirm that leehan is described very beautifully bc hes just THAT majestic. got me hyperventilating n shit. (i will not confirm nor deny your plot twist) (anything that happens is okay bc its leehan)

I AM ALSO SO SOSOSOSO EXCITED FOR ALIEN READER AND WOONHAK I'M BASING IT OFF OF 'I DO'!! so honestly most of what you're thinking about is pretty accurate (i might steal that antenna nightlight idea thats actually so cute and so smart wtf) (with credits to my sweet melon anon)

i'm even more inspired to write this now hehe you gave me motivation!!! get your tissue boxes ready for october because HINT!! they will all be very angsty :3

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bootlegfrank · 9 months

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Your fondness for bullets is so :’)))))) that was really lovely to read. You articulated it well “The band was born out of a need to exist” that’s beautiful. You know, I actually tend to dislike first albums when compared to an artist’s entire discography and reading that changed my perspective heh RIGHT I forgot to tell you about the song. Is your favorite from bullets, skylines? Or do you have a different bullets fave? I don’t think I’ve actually heard a lot of bullets tbh I need to do an entire album listen through start to finish. As for skylines I listened finally it’s so good!!!!!! HAHAHA me crying during WTTBP while you moshed during it thats funny, I DEFINITELY HAD THE BEST ENERGY IN MY SECTION HEH I always do^.^ omfg about Joe Rogan that man betrayed me as a kid he hosted my favorite reality show at the time so I grew up loving him. And then as an adult I discovered what he became ooffff it was the fucking worst I hate when people turn out to be shitheads

I see you’re really trying to watch Hannibal EEEE that makes me so happyyyyyyyy YAYYYYY we’re watching it together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY our show<3333333333 I can’t wait to talk to you about it. Sm of it I’ll be watching and be like "Frank is gonna be so into this" I wish we could actually watch it together it would be so nice to talk about it and cuddle and I could squeeze your hand at all the icky parts and hide my face in your chest. You would love my reactions this show has me SO reactive. The way this motherfucker kills people is fucking insane every time I think the show can’t shock me anymore somehow something crazy happens again once more. I have seen more organs the past few days than I have my entire life oh my fucking god ITS SO GRAPHIC. And…Will and Hannibal please…."You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you" (Will) "I only want what’s best for you" (Hannibal) OK…..IT REALLY IS US IQIQIWIWISISISISISISISUDUSUSUSU “you’re as alone as I am and we’re both alone without each other” (Will) AKAKSKSJDUDUDUDU ok yeah their dynamic is awakening shit in me I’m gonna throw myself off a cliff having some,,,,thoughts lfmaosksjdjdjdh I’d be so eager to prove myself to you the way it’s fr us like….Hannibal being the one to awaken shit in Will,,,,Hannibal encouraging darker thoughts WKWKQKWKWKSJSJ Hannibal getting him to do stuff OMAAOSOSISISI Will being the one who understands and accepts Hannibal the homoeroticism im going fucking crazyyyy IM FEELING SO INSANE ABOUT THEM NEED WHAT THEY HAVE (except when Hannibal decides to be a fucker like he does sometimes then I have temporary beef with him) I LITERALLY SCREAMED AND BIT MY HAND APPARENTLY HARDER THAN I THOUGHT BC THERES TEETH MARKS NOW. AWE YOU THINK ITS CUTE IM SQUEAMISH? ^.^ STOPPPPP I feel dumb for being like that heh I’m glad you like it. YOUR DRUNK STORY OH MY GOD?????? You really are Hannibal because the way my jaw dropped and I could feel how wide my eyes were when I was reading that omg I’m glad your hand is okay now that sounds painful

AWE tell me about your sims lore I know the people who play it get really into it. I can imagine it’s some nice escapism hehe who do you make in the sims? What do you usually do in the game when you play? RATS OF THE SKY HAHA THEY ARE that’s perfect for you since you love rats so much!!! JACKDAWS ARE SO CUTEEEE YES OMG COCKATOOS AND PARROTS ARE SO SMART!!!!!! They’re so funny too heh. FUCK YEAH I WAS A WARRIOR CATS KIDDDD OMG AKAKSJDJDJ stop us as kids we would’ve gotten along well even back then my heart:’))))) I was a huge reader as a kid haha I spent more time in books than reality. So I had a lot of book series I was really into. Warriors was definitely a fave in elementary school. What was your warrior name hehe what clan were you in? Would you also play it on the playground AKAKSJDJDJDJFUF omg I used to roleplay it on fucking forumssssss

I love being soft and sweet with you you’re the only one who gets that part of me:) So many mornings I wake up all worked up and shit wishing you were here. Perfect conditions for you to touch me in I’d be so pliant and desperate for you<333 God you have me worked up I can’t help myself. I grinded up against my pillow while thinking about you baby. Bit my lip trying to keep my cute little desperate whimpers in but I couldn’t. Not that I tried that hard;) I love making noises for you. You deserve all my pretty noises. I like doing things to that beautiful brain of yours. The way you can’t resist me<33333 very mutual akakskdjjdjdjdjsjshshs you’d be able to see it just from the way I look at you. Would love to just stare at you with utter devotion. The way you’re always so down for my fantasies and shit you’re perfect I’m glad you like it too<33333 it would be so nice. Not having to think. Just feeling how you touch me and whisper in my ear. Paradise. I’ve thought about that before too. You looking down at me while I look up at you and meet your gaze with my big eyes. Trembling in anticipation under you

YES IT IS SO CUTE HOW WE THINK ABOUT EACH OTHER SO OFTEN EEEEEEE omg the hoodie thing is so cute aiaiausydjsjdjdud you in hoodies is the cutest thing ever hehe I’d try to see under your hood and tease you “getting as close to you as i can” dying god I’m so touched starved the fact that just imagining you close makes me fluttery

I think it's very fair to not usually like first albums, especially because most of the time those albums don't have the sound that the band will come to grow into, but I always appreciate them for the place they have in a band's lifetime :] I don't know if I have a favourite to be honest, I've really grown to love Vampires Will Never Hurt You after I learned it was about Gerard's alcoholism, really adds a layer onto it and cements itself firmly in the list of songs I need to cope with things I've been through. I also really love Cubicles, how it seems to take something as silly as a lost office romance and turns it into this heart wrenching thing. I think I have something to say about every song off the album tbh hahaha I love all of them.

Hehe today I managed to watch up until the eleventh episode of the first season! It would be so nice to watch it together, and I'll gladly hold you through all the icky parts <3 I'm enjoying the show a lot already, and oh man, I gasped out loud when I first saw the angels in episode five, I had to pause for a second and gather myself cuz I was just struck by how gorgeous they were. I find a lot of the presentations in Hannibal so pretty, killers meticulously arranging their victims, making a public statement with the bodies, it's a macabre sort of art, just how I like. I love watching Hannibal manipulate Will, love seeing Will catch on but rejecting the notion, love watching Will spiral deeper and deeper. Owh no the teeth marks in your hand! Are you okay darling? Not too badly hurt I hope? <3

I don't really play with the sims I make haha. I love designing households and then making houses for them :] I always try to make my houses looked as lived-in as I can, and I had a lot of fun making a ridiculously big house for my emo cowboy and his two horses and three cats hehe. I was a huge reader too! I loved Warrior Cats and Artemis Fowl and The Mysterious Benedict Society books, and Harry Potter of course (what loner kid didn't xD) in elementary school. I don't think I remember any specifics from my Warrior Cats days, it was a long time ago, but I roleplayed on Scratch and made AMVs and acted the books out on the playground. What did you play as on the playground? I think for us it was just a lot of us cats dying sfhsdjkf.

I touched myself last night thinking of you, thinking about you pliant and soft for me. Thought about what pretty noises you'd make, you trying to muffle them but me making sure I'd get to hear all of them, I want all of you baby. My hands get cold very quick and I'd slide my cold fingers under your shirt, under your shorts, against your flushed skin as I'd whisper in your ear how perfect you're being for me, my cutie <3 Oh man, you getting worked up thinking about what I'd do to you... You'd look so pretty grinding against that pillow, I'd love to watch you do it, my cutie putting on a show for me <3 I'd love to have you looking up at me, I think I'd get lost in your eyes. Feeling you tremble, so pretty for me <3 I don't think there's anything you like that I wouldn't like, and even if I didn't I think you'd change my mind easily <3

I'm so touch starved too sfkjdf thinking about being able to get so close to someone else... Oh man I want it so bad <3

#last night i dreamt about waking up and seeing a message from you and then i woke up and actually had a message from you <3 #.nsft #asks

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delicris · 9 months

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okay i cannot process wet socks being good but if it's good for you then go for it ig. I feel like I'd probably grab like a bucket or something and fill it with water and put my feet in it if I were in your situation

OMG PARAMEDIC SOUNDS SO COOL ACTUALLY!!!! i could never survive the pressure you just got even cooler.

i'm a HUGE NERD for learning. I love learning and that's why I want to stay in the educational path and become a teacher!!! knowledge is just so cool and i love the school atmosphere so i'm heading right back when i'm done with it hehehehe

I want literature or history honestly, both are very amazing, but i'm going more on literature because it's my life love you know?? I've always loved books and reading and it's just so comforting. just scared of not being able to get jobs cause i want to live in an english speaking country and english is not my first language so idk how that'll be

yes please send song recs i will most definitely be waiting

OMGGGG WHAT HAVE YOU WATCHED ABOUT FNAF???? if you have any questions about it or have anything you want to know I'll be more than glad to tell you about that shit is literally the love of my life at this point

the thing is... a bucket full of water is just too heavy, like I AIN'T DOING ALL THAT CARRYING NOPE

well, i don't think i could survive the pressure of being a teacher, i can't imagine having to teach someone like me... i'm not the best academic, actually kind of nice to have in class, but i never do what i'm told, always having to do everything in My Own Way, but still kind of abiding the rules, you know?? i'm basically bullshitting my way through school and have been for years PLEASE (this is not something to be proud of and i'm very much aware of that, just fyi)

LIT IS MY LOVE AS WELL or like at least it was for years, i grew out of it, or maybe it outgrew me idk, but it sucks, i can't get through a single fucking book nowadays, the attention span is NON-EXISTENT

and i total understand the frightening possibility of not being able to get a job in the future because shit is scary out there, especially when you're in a country which language isn't the one you grew up with... i'm holding onto the dream of once being able to leave this country as well, but lately i've been going through Changes (life has been lifing fr, i'm losing people left and right and my world has been Rocked), so i'm not so sure on being so keen on leaving this hell (aka czechia)

i used to watch twitch streams, so i don't really remember what it was EXACTLY, however, i do remember being scared... and i don't know how i fell about that... LISTEN THERE'S ROBOTS AND IT'S DARK, I MAY BE OMW OF STUDYING TO BE A PARAMEDIC BUT THERE ARE LINES THAT SHOULDN'T BE CROSSED (once again proving the Not Coolness, look at me being a baby about A GAME) also i heard there's a film now?? or something like that?? am i just making that up??

#levi tag <3 #delicris ask

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clvmtines · 3 years

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welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi friends! i’m very excited to be here. i’m jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. i’m so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine.

01. biography !

so ! clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park.

her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and she’s an aries.

(TW: addiction, child injury) clem’s dad was a gambling addict and petty criminal—he wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.

the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.

throughout her upbringing, clem’s dad was always in and out of the picture. he’d blow into town when he hit it big. he’d take her on these little “adventures” like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someone’s stolen credit card. he’d always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddy’s girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didn’t show ( "overslept” after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining “i’m done” moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.

(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clem’s always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. she’s still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst weren’t okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.

as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone it’s in a trailer park. that reputation—the “trailer park girl”—was really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it. she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.

eventually clem became more “popular”. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didn’t believe it deserved her sweat and tears.

however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so she’s studying creative writing now.

02. personality !

first thing you shld know abt clem is that she’s a compulsive liar essentially—she tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, she’s an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasn’t fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesn’t know where to put this anger. she doesn’t know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.

despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. she’s adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold.

bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive.

she’s seemingly tight with everyone? like she’s jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh.

in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing pool ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. she’ll never say no to hanging out with people.

she learned a lot from her little “adventures” with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the ‘im baby 🥺’ card to get what she wants.

she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself.

stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!

she doesn’t do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someone’s energy she’ll b like, “i’ll break up with u before u can do it to me” and the person wasn’t even tryna dump her lmao.

has a lot of sex. too much ?? sex?? mayb. but she’s v sex positive.

her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz it’s good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. she’s dedicated to the aesthetic.

03. headcanons !

her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesn’t even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.

she’s a smol bean—only 5′4

an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because she’s hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.

she doesn’t typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means she’s going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs tho

pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.

a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, she’s v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts with ‘my pussy my choice’ bedazzled on the front.

loves to rollerblade ! back home she didn’t have a car so she’d bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and she’ll use them when the ship docks.

03. wanted connections !

Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??

an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.

an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.

someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.

a rival. clem can be competitive.

her drug dealer

someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and… does it anyways. like a friend’s ex or smthing. spicy <3

i welcome anything !

#seasintro #addiction tw #alcohol tw #drugs tw

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thecomfywriter · 4 years

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Questions / Ask game

Hey guys! I haven’t posted in a while because school so I decided to do something nice, fun and simple because why not. At first I was gonna do a “ask me a question from this list!” kinda thing until I realized none of y’all will do that LOL

So I was like screw it. I’ll answer my own questions 😎

Imma put the questions as bolded, so if you would like to, answer these questions yourself. Consider this me tagging you lol. Alright, let’s begin:

1) Why did you join tumblr?

because I honestly feel it’s the most inclusive of all social medias, and the most chill. you have a community for everything here, and the writing community here >>>

2) Tea or coffee?

tea, 100% i grew up on chai (because i’m punjabi lol) but chai is now more a comfort/culture tea. my staple tea is green tea, especially for writing or studying.

I tried coffee, and it did nothing to keep me awake. All it really did for me was take my appetite away and considering i am recovering from an ed...? yeah no.

3) Who’s your favourite author?

i don’t think I have one specific favourite, to be honest. But i feel like i’m betraying uncle rick by saying that LOL

Okay but in all seriousness, my favourite authors would be Rick Riordan, Khaled Hosseni, Lois Lowry, HOMBOI HOMER (yes he counts), Emily Bronte, and Kristen Britain

4) What books are on your favourites shelf?

Glad you asked! Or didn’t lol.

My favourites shelf is right beside my desk so I can look at it every day. It included the books (not in order):

A Sense of the Infinite (i have a lot of memories with this book. it was the first thing i was able to read again when i started recovering from my ed)

The Vampire Diaries: I’m a whore for Damon. I hate Stefan because of this inexplicable grudge I have had on him from the very beginning. I love Elena since she acc has a personality and it’s completely diva at first. The angst had me rolling

The Last Dragon: a book translated from italian that I read in my childhood. it was the first book i ever pulled an all-nighter for and i’m pretty sure it’s the reason why I love dragons so much. 10/10 recommend

The Giver: if I could say one book out of all of them is my favourite, it’s the giver. it changed my entire perspective on life and my entire worldview. it got me thinking so much and, god, i still get emotional and think about what an amazing and impactful book it was to me. and i love the adaption to the movie because it made the brilliant decision to add the music scene. i still listen to rosemary’s lullaby whenever i need a pick me up or feel like crying LOL

A Thousand Splendid Suns: the first book to ever make me ball my eyes out. it was 1 am, I had just reached part 4 of the book and I was crying so hard and loud, I had to hide in my closet to muffle my tears so my parents didn’t wake up. Wow, it was such a beautiful and well written book. 10/10 recommend. Khaled Hosseni only likes my heart after he shatters it

Wuthering Heights: I have never read a book more well written or with such elegant and descriptive and captivating english than this book. from the very first description of heathcliff’s suspicious brows that darkened shadows under his eyes, god, it inspired my writing style so much. plus, i’m a whore for emily bronte

the ILIAD: i will always like the iliad more than the odyssey. it just hits different. the epicness of the war. the meddling of the gods. the tragedy of achilles and the fear and glory from his wrath. achilles was the biggest piece of shit asshole ever, after agamemnon, but god he was such a drama queen, it was kind of fashionable. it was epic to see him be such a glorified warrior and he was so humanized by patroclus. by the way, patrochilles. if you disagree, i don’t understand you and i will fight you on your opinion. the man almost took a dagger to his heart the moment he found out patroclus died, like...

Percy Jackson is not on the favourites shelf for one reason and one reason only. He has his own shelf dedicated to him. :)

Also, Kristen Britain’s green rider has their own shelf too. with the pretty pastel horse covers. god i love them

5) What am I studying in school:

I’m a senior in highschool in Canada, first of all. Second of all, I am in the SHSM (Specialist High School Major Program) for healthcare. I’m applying to universities for health/life sciences but I wanna get an english degree too, sometime in the future

6) My favourite OC’s and why?

Evan.

You knew I was gonna say him LOL

Okay acc fr tho. lemme rank them.

Evan is first, then Amaka, then Caramel, Blaire, Faer, Vranks and Shadow. And I can’t forget about Yozar, of course, but he kinda counts with Evan.

Now lemme explain why.

Evan is charismatic. He’s brave. He’s resilient. He tries to make the best of every shitty situation that is thrown his way and despite all the shit that he goes through, he believes that he deserves better and so he works and trying to get to the end of the tunnel, where there is light and happiness waiting for him. he tries his best and enjoys the process, even if the results aren’t guaranteed or success. he’s charming, and humourous because he knows how to have a good laugh. he doesn’t take life to seriously and i admire him for it.

I made evan’s charavter when i was going through a rough patch of life, and I would put him in similar situations to my own just so I can see him persevere and survive. to teach myself that you can be brave and strong, and that you can make it out at the end of the day. evan’s character gives me hope.

Amaka was a character I made as a child. i grew up with her, creating her, writing her, watching her grow, adoring her. She was so realistic about life. Not overly cheerful or optimistic. Not a jokester for everything. She was a bit more serious toned. A bit more mature. A bit more quiet natured and sordid. Serene. She has this quiet beauty to her; always thinking, always pondering, always wanting to learn more.

She went through it rough too. And she took her time to make it out. She accepted it for what happened to her, and she let herself feel. to grieve. Amaka taught me friendship. She taught me maturity. She taught me how to process emotions. And she inspired so much of my knowledge-lust.

Caramel was the first female character I had ever made. I made her in complete defiance to every stereotype I had ever faced or heard about girls. I made her the strongest in her lot, not because she was a girl or she was quirky, but because she worked hard and was determined. She was a thief, and a bit rowdy. She knew how to have fun and was the life of the party. A flirt, a romantic. She didn’t fancy reading only because she didn’t think she was good at it, but the things that she was good at, she worked to excel. She was a mentor, despite her impatience. She grew as a person, and learned selflessness. She wasn’t a natural mother or an empathetic person at all really. She had to figure that out and learn, but she took the time and she did. Caramel felt real to me, because she had her strengths and her flaws, but she was amazing nonetheless because she always tried to be better. And she was fun. Caramel was the character that gave me pride in being a girl.

This post will get too long if I continue on, so I will cut it off here. But this was fun so I might do this again :)

Tag yourself and respond to these questions. I’m curious about all your responses!

@p-tchaikovsky @bottleofspilledink @pretend-im-normal @writingismydrugs @genuinewriting @adelinemwriting @amarantine-amirite

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xiaophobic · 3 years

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WAIT JSKDCBHN I DIDN'T SIGN MY LAST ASK HSHSHSHSH I FORGOT IM SORRY,,, but you are right my love, the one that asked for domestic genshin teams was none other than i, sunflower anon ;) ngl that wouldn't have made much sense without context so i'm glad you were able to figure it out also yes i agree with beth slander, anemo cube go brr

DON'T BE SORRY FOR GOING TOO LONG ! READING YOUR ANSWER WAS SO FUN AND YOUR TEAM IS SO CUTE HELP,,, ESP THE ONE WHERE ZHONGLI & SUCROSE WEAVE FLOWERS INTO EACH OTHERS HAIR THAT WAS ADORABLE 😭 now *rubs my grubby little hands together* brain rot sharing time

For context my main team consists of albedo, venti, xingqiu, and keqing and I’ve grown too attached to every single one of them that I have zero clue on who to switch out when wishing for eula

Venti <- this bitch is my platonic soulmate and we’d most likely beg to share rooms

I get the feeling that albedo and xingqiu would share one, bigggg room that they evenly halved. Dont ask why it just felt right, and albedo is more often in some spare room that he turned into a lab so xingqiu can invite whoever and let them crash in his room

Keqings the only one with a single room and i dont think shes mad about that because her room is,,, so full of paperworks,,, neat and orderly yes but pAPERWORKS-

Alr ive assigned rooms now so onto whatever happens inside *stretches fingers*

I’d say we’re pretty even in terms of whos responsible and whos not, so unless albedo becomes in charge of watching klee there shall be no fire to be committed

Its funny how we have a god and a nonbeliever under one roof, so i think keqing would be skeptical around venti. But of course, ventis playful nature and fun demeanor would likely win her over, so now she treats him like family as well

Though that said, she’d also find herself scolding both me and venti on our uhhhhh tendencies to be lazy HSHSHSH she fr tells me to stop procrastinating in game every five seconds, so imagine if she was put with mr wine aunt barsibado?

Cute friendship between albedo and xingqiu because theyve made a book together and two educational boys,,, the amount of braincells in one room is ridiculous

Remember when I said keqing was happy she had a single room? Its because of her rex lapis dolls. Neither venti nor xingqiu ever let her live that down.

In terms of cooking, venti and i are never allowed for our own good. Venti isnt a bad cook but hes definitely a chaotic one and i physically cant make pancakes if my life depended on it. Albedo is on cooking duty most of the time but if hes busy, xingqiu will do it (though he will throw out the carrots) because keqings often too busy

HAVE YOU SEEN THE DESCRIPTION OF ALBEDOS SPECIAL DISH?? ITS A WHOLE FANFICTION OMG

Venti making everyone flower crowns mmmmmmmmmm and specific types of flowers for each person... aw

Whenever xingqiu reads a new history book, sometimes venti will just go “LIES. THATS NOT WHAT WENT DOWN. PUT THAT BOOK AWAY AND ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT REALLY HAPPENED-”

Albedo and Keqing both staying up really late because of work and venti having to sing them songs so theyll sleep i am SOFT

A recurring theme I find in this team is that we all look like responsible upkept high society people but behind the locked doors youll find keqing trying to get venti to get tf up, xingqiu and i raving about some fanfic, and albedo making something explode in his lab on accident

Bonus because ive run out of ideas:

(keqing THIS IS A CANON VOICELINE) Sleep well... me? Uh... I still have a handful of things on my to-do list, but I'll call it a night once they are done.

(xingqiu) lady keqing… please, it's too late in the evening. Mr Kreideprinz, the new concoction, if you would.

(venti, putting down a frying pan) oh… so we’re using the potion tonight?

Okay so the quality of whatever this is isnt guaranteed and its 100% crack barely any soft HELP HSHSH but im typing this in the middle of science class so pls forgive me. I wonder how you feel when you get a super long ask in your inbox…? I hope you still dont mind ( ´^｀) have a nice day dearest!! I’ll sign off twice now so I wont forget next time KESHEJ -🌻 anon

BAE I LIKE DIDNT SEE THIS???? WAH IM SORRY FOR MY LATE RESPONSE,,

HELP YOU MFS ARE SO CHAOTIC??? THE BONUS LITERALLY HAS ME DYING WHY IS VENTI FULLY PREPARED TO KNOCK HER OUT WAGSH(<\%[^{*}

your team definitely has “burnt out gifted kid” vibes ABSHAHSHA BUT IN A GOOD WAY OF COURSE they’re just all doing their best to be their best (with the possible exception of venti, though i’d argue that around such composed characters he’d experience his own slight code switch)

i’ll give you one of my own personal headcanons and apply it to your team a bit since i feel like it fits!!

venti knows everyone he comes across, or at least can connect their face to someone he’s seen in the milleniums he’s lived — a relative or something. he’s the god of wind and freedom, so naturally he’s traveled to all nations in order to be free and see the world as he pleases.

given this, he knows everyone on your team. he can connect their faces to at least one of their distant relatives that he’s known before. that is, except for albedo, who was born of chalk. the first person in a while who he sees and knows nothing of, so he FREAKS THE FUCK OUT. he spends half of his time stressing over who he could possibly be the offspring of but ends up coming up short every time.

he falls under the impression that albedo just must be klee’s older brother who was just never mentioned, until klee confesses that they’re not related biologically. it remains the subject he loses his mind over at the bottom of each bottle.

ABAHSHAHSH I JUST LIKE THE IDEA OF VENTI BEING SECRETLY WATCHING OVER THEM ALL YKNOW? HE CARES MAN 💔

anyway, i’m sorry this was so late and i’m happy you shared with me, this was rlly a pleasure to read <33 i hope you’re doing well, and please remember to take care of yourself, sweetpea ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

#<🌻3 — anon !!#atlas.asks

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kiki-wiccan · 4 years

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The trip to the beach with Tamryn had been like a dream, even more and she never wanted to wake up. Unfortunately like all good things their trip came to an end. Elidi couldn’t bare the thought of being away from Tamryn, at least not so soon after such a heavenly vacation. She’s elated when Tamryn agrees to come back home with her, wanting to be alone with the witch as much as Elidi wanted to be alone with the Alpha. The ride back to Tabula isn’t long, filled with laughter and declarations of love so long as the Alpha wasn’t annoyed with her antics.

Elidi eyed the luggage, glad this was the final time she had to haul them items anywhere. “As fun as that was I’m sort of happy to be home, mostly sad seeing I don’t get you all to myself anymore.” The ice chest is dropped by her feet as she fumbles for her keys, hues lifting up to the door knob, her brow quickly furrowing as she notices the door is not shut entirely. Certain she had locked the door, the items that resided on her shoulders and in her hands fell noisily to the pavement. Elidi turned to face Tamryn, looking about her yard, assured there was no immediate danger outside. Pushing the door open, she crosses the threshold, hues scanning the walls for any other presence aside from the couples. Finding nothing she’s all too relieved as Binx pads over, brushing against her ankles. The witch exhales a sigh as she crouches to pet the tubby cat, her head tipping as she looks up to Tamryn. “Stay.. right here just in case.” Attempting to be as quiet as possible, she turns the knob as she shuts the door, finally turning to observe the rooms.

While still searching for other auras, the first thing she notices is the books scattered about the floor, none of the books looked damaged bit they were clearly looking for something. The witch approached one of the novels, holding it in her grasp as she continued to survey the area. Elidi inhaled deeply from her nose, wrathful vehemence itching along her spine, creeping up her neck, intertwining to heat her visage. Digits are quick to move to her nape, digging into the skin there as she wills herself to calm. Aside from the bookshelf being ransacked, a few of her plants had been toppled over, ceramic from the pots in pieces on the wood floors. Her gaze stoic as she examines the greenery in front of her feet. Hues lift to stare down the hallway to her bedroom, the door open to her quarters.

Dropping the novel her pace is quick as she enters her room, suddenly alarmed. She kept the stronger spells in her room, where she finds a similar scene, more broken pots, tossed books. Briefly she’s confused, all the wards she’s set in place are still active, aside from an alter, though it held no purpose other than aesthetics. Even if this person were a skilled magika, one of them were bound to activate. Her mind travels back to the door, she hadn’t located any signs of forced entry, no broken windows, the door hadn’t been forced open even. Static emits off her shoulders as she stared blankly at the shelves, her hands now balled into fists at her sides.

Elidi turns walking from her chambers, glowering as her mind tosses theories here and there. The only other person who had a key was Kiki, she had yet to make Tamryns. Lightning illuminated frequently in the air around her, the further her thoughts trailed into that of betrayal, she had trusted her. The witch stays, looming in the darkened hallway, all but her illuminated energy and eyes that sought Tamryn’s in the dim lighting. “Kiki.”

As if on queue her phone chimes, Elidi set on ignoring it, but the insistent pings cause her to huff as she fetches the device, reading the short messages. Light emits from her palm, not wanting to short fuse her phone she growls as she sets the device on the kitchen island, unlocked for Tamryn to read Kiki’s apologetic messages. “Got damn it.” She paces the floor as her mind wanders, unaware of the storm brewing outside, finding it difficult to soothe her trepidation. “How – can she want me to listen to her right now….I-I mean sure she isn’t the malicious type but even this seems a little… unnecessary. It’s out of character, something happened,” A loud crack of thunder causes her to jump, the witch moving to take a seat on one of the stools in the kitchen, “need to calm down first…there are explanations for everything.”

While the trip seemed to only solidify the bond the two women had, Tamryn was more than happy to be back within the familiar sights and sounds of Tabula Rasa. As Elidi carried their luggage Tamryn huffed playfully and walked behind her somewhat to almost admire the fact she always did the heavy lifting though Tamryn offered many times that she would help. Upon hearing her love’s words of no longer having her to herself the she wolf growled almost in protest,

“Love, you get me all to yourself no matter where we are. Whenever you want me you simply have to text me and I will be on my way within moments.”

Distracted entirely by her lover, still thinking about all they had experienced together while on their little get away. The alpha was entirely devoted to the woman who stood there fumbling for her keys. Lost in the new found love Tamryn had not been alerted to the fact the door was left open, only when Elidi seemed to become alert did Tamryn break from her swooned mentality.

Locking eyes with Elidi she knew right away that something was off and she turned to look the opposite direction Elidi did as she drew out her claws as she looked ready to defend and protect, whichever came first. The moment her love opened the door ad stepped inside Tamryn was right there by her side almost like a guard dog, she was attentive to everything, her eyes scanned as well as she stood somewhat offset from her lover. Her gaze dropped the moment the cat moved within their line of sight, she growled but caught it in her throat once she noticed it was the cat and not some small threat. Upon seeing Elidi bend to pet the cat she stayed alert and defensive though when her love told her to stay she tilted her head giving her a challenging look,

“I will forget the fact you just told me to stay, because I know what you mean by it, however there is no way in hell I am letting you go in there alone. Together, remember.”

Her words were not stated as a question more so as a matter of fact and she left no room for negotiation or argument. Allowing Elidi to take the lead she simply stayed close enough to defend her if she were ambushed turning a corner. The alpha maintained guard over her lover as she looked over the books, her eyes focused in the opposite directions that Elidi looked at all times, alert with her hearing and sense of smell, she inhaled deep before look around once more with a low growl,

“I don’t hear any heartbeats nor can I smell anyone that wouldn’t have access to the house..the most recent scent is Kiki’s which is a given..”

The moment Elidi’s wrath seemed to surface Tamryn felt it and rather than draw attention to it she seemed to keep her silent focus on her lover, observing her response to the situation with a bit more interest now. She had been experiencing a lot of Elidi’s emotional range as of late yet what she was feeling now was almost intriguing to the she wolf for she had never felt Elidi having emotions like the ones she was displaying in that moment.

Seeing her love rush towards the bedroom Tamryn stayed in the main room and crossed her arms, smelling that no one was there she watched as Elidi seemed to come across another scene within her own room. The red head stepped closer to the hallway before she stopped slowly seeing Elidi exit the room and met her gaze she felt the betrayal Elidi had surfacing as well as the wrath. Tamryn’s eyes involuntarily shifted yellow in response to the feeling as she growled low hearing the cause of everything.

“Why does that not surprise me, can I just eat her and save us-”

The tone of Elidi’s phone caused her to stop short as she arched a brow seeing her eventually cave and read the messages being sent to her back to back. The she wolf stood a little closer now but waited fr Elidi to respond, her eyes more so focused on her lover and reading the rise in her anger. She took notice to the electricity surfacing from Elidi’s palm,

“Darling, don’t melt your phone.”

“She is clearly using you for your magic Eli, I knew the moment I caught her selling it on the streets, you really think it is beyond a human to do this kind of thing. Something will happen, to her, Nobody does this kind of thing to you and assumes they can just-”

The crack of thunder caused her to duck before looking towards the back door and seeing the storm surfacing outside. For a good moment she actually stood there and contemplated whether or not to fuel this storm rising within her lover just to see what would come of it. Though when she looked at Elidi jump at the sound of her own thunder Tamryn suddenly got a change of perception. As her lover sat on the bar stool Tamryn pulled it closer to her and hugged her arms around the witch in efforts to help calm her storm.

Tamryn rested her head upon Elidi’s and ran her fingers through her hair comfortingly before refocusing her own aggression towards the matter, trying to be calm enough for it to cancel out Elidi’s building wrath. Hugging her with as much comfort as she could, “Exactly, perhaps something did happen... and she has reason. Though do not feel like you have to respond to her now or even today Love. I do agree you need to calm down, although I am kind of liking the feelings I am getting from you. Rage looks pretty attractive on you... but as much as I like it I want to help you, so just breathe and focus on me until you can calm down enough to figure out if you even want to hear her out or not.”

It had been a few days since the fire happened and Kiki had stayed cooped up in her apartment, mainly her room. She kept her distance from Kasumi because she wasn’t ready to explain everything to him yet. Stan would regularly check up on her and was keeping tabs to make sure the wiccan was safe. She’d barely eaten or drank within those few days for she didn’t have the energy or will to do so. Texting her work, the benefits of being friends with the boss played in as she got some time off. Most of her day was spent curled up on her bed sobbing on and off. Attempting to sleep though she was haunted with nightmares and vivid flashbacks. Elidi hadn’t texted her in all that time and she wondered if the witch was ignoring her. The guilt over wrecking her dear friend and mentors home had been eating away at her. Finally gathering the energy and courage she texted Elidi in hopes she’d hear her out.

Setting her phone down she thought of how Elidi must have felt walking into her home being a complete mess. The more she thought the worse she felt. Finally without even waiting for a response she grabbed her car keys and headed to the witches house. Surprisingly not getting into an accident on her way there as her focus most definitely wasn’t on the road or her surroundings. It wasn’t until she pulled up and saw the darker tone of the sky that she realized something was going on. Getting out of her punch buggy she walks to the door which was already cracked open. “Elidi?” Slipping into the house she called out for her teacher. Furrowing her brows as she hears the sound of two voices coming from the kitchen. She slowly makes her way over and looks surprised to see both Tamryn and Elidi. However her attention focused solely on the witch as she stood there. Both of them didn’t look happy and Kiki knew why. “Elidi....I’ll clean up the mess and I can pay for anything I damaged but please hear me out....” her voice was hoarse from all the crying she’d done. Eyes puffy , bags under her eyes, her hair was a tangled mess, and she was still in her pajamas.

#kikiwiccan #trc:kiki #trch:elidi #trch:tamryn

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starrysamu · 3 years

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“it feels like he spoon-fed you soy sauce and you fight the urge to frown bc it once tasted like honey” I had to stop reading dopamine to tell you how much I love this. It’s so simple but I absolutely love it

+ Dopamine is so good!!! Is it gonna have a happy ending or will it end in angst or is that something we readers gotta wait to find out? Also I hope someone gets grandpa a knee brace bc he doesn’t deserve the pain that comes with bad knees, kuroo’s grandparents are so sweet!

stop ..... when people talk about my writing my heart literally just EXPLODES and i’m no longer UNABLE TO BREATHE OR THINK!!!!!!!!!!!

i’m so grateful you read it and took a moment to say something about it it really means so much to me especially bc my brain feels like it’s dried up like spongebob did in sandy’s house (i hope u watched spongebob at some point ... but if not he’s a sponge that needs to live in water and sandy is a squirrel that needs air and can’t live in water, so when spongebob when to her house - all comprised of air and no water - he dried up .....)

ANYWAYS ........... i think perhaps that is one of my favorite lines i have ever written i really like it even though i sound like mf rupi kaur (NOT RUPI KAUR ...) but fr i am really content with that line fr thank u so much

as for the ending ...... i’m a romcom girl through and through. i’ll always follow the book for the Laws of RomComs, so please do with that what u will :D and girl me too he’s a lil creaky in his joints!!!! i’m glad you liked them because i’m always nervous about introducing characters that aren’t necessarily seen either at all or only a little in the actual work

UGH THANK U SO MUCH FOR MAKING MY NIGHT! THIS WAS VERY SWEET!!!

#writing dopamine gives me serotonin but i got carried away in the planning process #and now i'm stuck unable to write like the silly goose i am .....#AGHHHHHHHHHHH #thank u so much ))):#richkookie #jungkook fan i see u bc me too CTFU #dopamine asks

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alicepink-me · 4 years

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Secrets Revealed

By: Alice Pink (Btw I was 14 when I wrote this, so not my best work)

Story Summary:

Chat Noir’s goal has always been to find out Ladybug’s true identity. Can one hint about Ladybug lead to the truth? Secrets will be revealed about the past as mysteries unfold. How will Marinette and Adrien react to everything?

Chapter 9: The Truth

Alya dashed up the stairs to Marinette's room and ran over to her friend who was sitting on the chaise.

"I have so much to tell you, but I still don't see why I had to come over here."

"I told you. It's easier to feel your excitement in person."

"Okay." Alya said giving Marinette a confused look. "Well . . . you made me come over here, so you better listen to my whole story before you freak out."

"What? When do I freak out in the middle of your stories? I'm perfectly relaxed."

"Yeah . . . your are so calm and collected." Alya chuckled. "So, what I asked you over the phone. Have you ever heard of it? The name kwami."

"I u-uh . . . n-no. I haven't heard of it." Marinette tried not to get nervous. She knew that Alya would notice.

"Well, a kwami is a sprite-like creature that helps someone with a miraculous, transform. They're amazing little creatures that are basically immortal."

"How do you know all of t-this?" Marinette said, starting to sweat.

"Well . . . I know all of this . . . because . . . I have a kwami!" Alya squealed. "I also have a miraculous too. Isn't this amazing?! I get to help save Paris."

"Wait. You have a miraculous?! But . . . how?!"

"I don't really know how. I just found a small box in my room with a necklace inside. When I opened the box, a kwami appeared and told me that I'm now a superheroine named Volpina."

"T-This is insane. Are you sure about being Volpina? That could have all been a dream." Marinette babbled.

"I'll prove it." Alya announced, unzipping her bag. A fox kwami floated up from the bag as she pulled out a necklace. "This is my kwami, Trixx. And this is my miraculous." Alya clipped the necklace around her neck and smiled.

Marinette's eyes should have fallen out of her head by now. She was astonished by what Alya had just showed her. Marinette slipped her phone out of her purse and started to text Adrien while Alya talked.

Marinette: We kind of have a problem. May or may not be good.

Adrien: What kind of problem.

Marinette: Alya has a kwami and a miraculous!

Adrien: Really?! She has a miraculous?

Marinette: She's Volpina! The real one at least. She came over to my house and told me everything, but I don't think she knows about us.

Adrien: We'll have to tell her the truth about us now. If she's going to be helping us protect Paris, then we shouldn't be keeping secrets from her. I'm coming over right now.

"What are you doing!" Alya shouted.

"U-Uh . . . texting Adrien."

"Adrien?" Alya glared. "And why are you texting Adrien?"

"Me and him are . . . dating . . . now." Marinette squeaked as she sank down into the chaise and hid behind her knees.

"Dating?! Marinette! Finally! It took you guys forever to get together." Alya screamed, hugging Marinette. "You should have told me sooner though. But at least now you guys can double date with me and Nino."

"U-Uh yeah. Why not?"

Marinette hadn't read Adrien's last text yet because she was questioned by Alya.

'I'm coming over right now. What?! No! He can't come over. Alya can't know yet.'

Marinette: No! Don't come over! Not yet! Not now! No!

Just as Marinette sent the text, Chat Noir fell through her trap door that led to her balcony.

"Aahh!" Marinette shouted in surprise.

"No way. Chat Noir?!" Alya said, in awe.

"Now Alya, I know everything must be confusing, but we had to lie to you before." Chat started as he walked over to Marinette and pulled her up from the chaise. "Me and Marinette know that the truth is surprising, but . . . " Marinette motioned for Chat Noir to stop, but he didn't notice and kept talking. "I hope that you can forgive us for not telling you that me and Marinette are Ladybug and Chat Noir."

Marinette hit her hand against her forehead in anger as Chat Noir released his transformation, revealing to Alya that he was actually Adrien.

The three kwamis joined together in the corner of the room as they watched and laughed at their chosen ones. Tikki and Plagg hadn't met Trixx before, but they were excited to. They hadn't met very many kwamis in their lifetime.

"I can't believe it! You two were Ladybug and Chat Noir the whole time?"

"Yeah." Chat said, confused. "I thought that Marinette would have told you the truth already by the time I got here."

Marinette looked towards Alya with an apologetic look. She was trying to think of ways to apologize.

"Look, I know that I didn't tell you before Alya, bu-"

"I understand, Marinette." Alya interrupted. "I can see why you didn't tell me. I mean, I do run the Ladyblog, which I'll be shutting down soon to protect your secret. I only told you about my new miraculous because I knew that I could trust you, but you probably thought that if you told me, then I would put it on the news or something."

"I'm just glad that we don't have to keep it a secret anymore." Adrien sighed. "But . . . can I tell Nino? I'd feel bad if we all kept secrets from him."

"I was going to tell him anyway." Alya started. "I was just going to tell you guys and Nino. I don't want to keep secrets from my friends since it causes trouble. I don't know how you two have lasted this long."

"You gave me a heart attack like fifty times with your Ladyblog." Marinette laughed. "Every time you mentioned something about Ladybug's identity, I thought you had found out that it was me."

"Now that I think about it, I was really stupid for not seeing it before. You guys are a little obvious." Alya laughed. "The only characteristic that's not obvious to figure out is your personalities. It's like you have two minds in each of your heads. That's probably why I didn't predict it to be you before."

"Yeah." Adrien smiled. "I get to say what I want whenever I want, so I definitely have a different personality as Chat Noir. I have freedom to be myself without judgment."

"That sounds amazing." Alya agreed. "But . . . you two liked each other this whole time . . . and aren't dating until now? Why?"

"Well . . . we didn't know each others identities before. Adrien had just found out that I was Ladybug. It's a long story, but basically I dropped a charm bracelet that Chat Noir gave me in front of Adrien and he connected the dots. And I only found out that he was Chat Noir two days ago."

"At least now you're finally together. Marinette has been obsessing over you ever since she met you." Alya snickered. "And now we get to double date."

"Oh a date." Adrien smiled, putting his arm around Marinette. "I'd like a double date. Any date is great with Marinette."

"And I do owe you a date." Marinette said, looking up at Adrien. "Since I kind of abandoned the last one."

"Last one?" Alya said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep. Me and her went on a date up on top of the Eiffel Tower with ice cream."

"Technically . . . " Marinette started. "You forced me to go on a date with you, but I did leave you to go see . . . you."

"What?" Alya said, confused.

"I told Chat Noir that I liked Adrien and I wanted to go see him, so Chat said I could leave the date to find him at the dance. I left but . . . I told him I'd go on another date with him."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. How about we go on a double date tomorrow? We could see that new movie that Jagged Stone is starring in." Alya smiled.

"Uh . . . " Marinette looked at Adrien for an answer, but Adrien just smiled. "Fine. We'll go on a double date, but do you think that Nino will be okay with it."

"Of course he will be. He's my boyfriend. I'll text him right now." Alya said, looking at her phone. "Alright well . . . I have to get back home, so I'll see you guys tomorrow Ladybug and Chat Noir." Alya laughed as her kwami flew back into her bag.

Marinette and Adrien waved to Alya as she left through the trap door on Marinette's floor.

"I finally get to go on a real date with you." Adrien said, pulling Marinette closer. "We get to go on a date as ourselves and I didn't even have to force you to agree."

"Lucky me." Marinette chuckled. "Although, I'm pretty sure that Alya is forcing Nino."

"Yeah. Nino doesn't stand a chance." Adrien laughed. "I should probably get going now before my dad or his assistant realize that I've been "in the shower" for a really long time."

Adrien stepped back from Marinette. "Claws out!" Chat Noir smiled at her before climbing through her trap door and left.

Marinette slumped down on her chaise and buried her face in her pillow.

"My mind has melted, Tikki. After blowing up from earlier, it's now completely destroyed. And adding to the list we have . . . Alya knows mine and Adrien's secret, Alya's Volpina, and I'm going on a double date tomorrow."

Tikki flew over to Marinette and sat in her hands.

"Don't worry, Marinette. Tomorrow will be much better."

. . .

Marinette's day at school was boring as usual. Although, this time Chloe didn't bother her for once. Now she just had to go on that double date with Alya and Nino.

Marinette sat in a chair up on her balcony, looking at the spell book. She was waiting for Adrien or Chat Noir to come and get her.

Marinette looked up from the book to see Chat Noir drop in front of her.

"Are you ready to go My Lady?" Chat Noir said, bowing.

"Yep. Just looking at all of the spells."

"Did you learn any of them?"

"Yeah, watch." Marinette closed her eyes and put her hand out. "Die Blumen und die Sonne leben!" As Marinette chanted, a flower rose from a pot on the balcony. "Well, if I'm ever sad, I can grow a flower."

"Cool." Chat awed. "Do a spell on me." Chat pointed to the book, bouncing.

"Fine." Marinette flipped through the pages of the book and held her hand out again. "Der Wind weht durch deine Seele!"

"Wh-What d-did you d-do to me? I-I am fr-freezing!"

"I know." Marinette smiled. "You did tell me to cast a spell on you, so I did."

Chat glared at Marinette. "U-Undo it!"

"Ugh fine. Rückgängig alte Wünsche!"

"Thank you." Chat said with a sigh of relief. "You had to learn a spell that will make me freeze. Why is your heart so cold Marinette?"

Marinette rolled her eyes at Chat. "Wow more jokes. I should have froze you in ice."

"I have a better idea. Let's go on our date."

"Okay." Marinette said, quickly jumping through her trap door.

She set the spell book on her bed and transformed into Ladybug. She stepped through her trap door again and leaped off the edge of the building. Chat Noir followed her and they swung through the city to the movie theater. They both hid behind a bush and detransformed into their normal selves.

"Shall we?" Adrien said holding out his hand.

"Let's go." Marinette smiled, taking Adrien's hand.

They both saw Alya and Nino waiting for them outside the door and waved.

"Hey Guys." Adrien said, waving.

They all walked away from the door so no one could here them.

"I can't believe that you guys are superheroes." Nino said in amazement. "I would have never guessed. Adrien was texting me last night when he told me."

"Are you mad?" Marinette asked.

"No. It all makes sense now. That's why you two would always leave class instantly when something went wrong. I just thought that Marinette was following Adrien out because she has a crush on him."

"Did everyone know Marinette had a crush on me, but me?" Adrien questioned.

"Pretty much." Alya and Nino spoke at the same time, laughing.

"Well then I'm glad Marinette told me because I would have never guessed."

"I'm gonna try to keep secrets better next time." Marinette said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, yeah. We're all clueless idiots. Now let's go see the movie." Alya said, pushing everyone through the door.

They all found the right room and sat in the first row. The movie was just starting as they sat down. At the start of the movie, Jagged Stone appeared on the screen, playing his guitar.

Adrien reached over and took Marinette's hand. She smiled back at him before they both stared at the huge TV screen.

. . .

"That movie was awful." Alya said, as they walked out of the theater. "Jagged Stone should stick to music."

"Yeah. He's a much better mus-"

Marinette was stopped by a sudden scream outside. They all ran to one of the theater windows and saw an akumatized villain terrorizing Paris.

"We have to go." Marinette finished.

Adrien and Alya nodded their heads in agreement as all four of the friends split up into the bathrooms.

Nino had followed Adrien and stared at him in amazement as he transformed into Chat Noir.

"That . . . is . . . amazing." Nino awed.

"I know." Adrien smiled.

Alya and Marinette called to their kwamis from the other bathroom and transformed.

"Wow. My first mission." Alya said, looking at her suit and tail.

"It's sort of like a mission. A mission to save Paris." Marinette started. "I never thought that me and you would be fighting crime together. Actually I never thought you'd ever find out . . . but . . . let's go save Paris."

They met up with Chat Noir as they exited the building. They listened for danger. All of the screams had stopped, as if the people couldn't speak. Paris had been silenced.

The villain floated over to the theater. She was an older lady with a black and white outfit and white hair. Her hair stood in a bun and she carried a big dictionary in her arms.

"Silencer, there's Ladybug and Chat Noir. Take their miraculouses now!" Hawk Moth shouted.

"You two! If you want to keep your voices, hand over your miraculouses!" Silencer screamed. "If you don't I'll take them and you can join the rest of Paris. They talk and talk forever and never stop, but now they will."

"Hey Silencpurr! Have you ever heard of headphones? They can be useful."

"Shut it, Chat Noir! Give me your miraculouses now! You and Ladybug and yo-! Wait! Who are you?"

"I'm Volpina." Alya smiled.

"Hawk Moth didn't say anything about you." She thought, aloud. "Oh well. I'll have to take all of your miraculouses."

"Chat Noir, Volpina!" Ladybug whispered to her partners. "She looks like that librarian at the city's library. And I think the akuma is in her book. She uses the book to capture everyone's voices and she never lets it go."

"Okay. Now let's see what I can do." Volpina said, running towards Silencer.

Volpina pulled out her flute and lunged at her. Silencer quickly opened her book and stole Volpina's voice in a matter of seconds. Volpina borrowed a piece of paper and a pencil from a bystander and wrote a message:

"Sorry. I'll follow you guys on this one."

Volpina gave them an apologetic smile as Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other.

"I guess it's up to us." Chat said, spinning his baton.

"She's too fast. If we try to attack her, she'll steal our voices before we can do anything." Ladybug said, watching Silencer.

"We need to slow her down."

"Lucky Charm!" Ladybug shouted, throwing her yo-yo into the air. "A top hat? What am I gonna do with this?" Ladybug looked from Volpina's flute, to Silencer, and then Chat Noir's hand. "I have an idea." Ladybug smiled. "Volpina, flute and Chat Noir, book." Ladybug whispered.

Volpina gave Ladybug a thumbs up and played her flute. She blasted the music towards Silencer and slowed her down. Volpina's power is to slow down or completely stop villains, but the stronger they are, the harder it is to stop them. Silencer was powerful and could only be slowed down.

Ladybug launched herself above Silencer and pulled the top hat down over her face so she couldn't see.

Chat Noir immediately shouted "Cataclysm!" and touched Silencer's dictionary.

The dictionary broke apart and the akuma flew out as Ladybug grabbed her yo-yo.

"No more evil doing for you little akuma." Ladybug dropped her yo-yo. "Time to deevilize!" She spun her yo-yo around in circles. "Gotcha. Bye-Bye little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug shouted.

The citizen's voices were restored back into their bodies and that cheered in happiness. They had realized that the duo had become a trio and that they had another hero to help protect Paris.

"Ah . . ." Alya sighed. "It's good to have my voice back."

"Citizens of Paris." Ladybug shouted from the top of a building. "Paris has a new superheroine named Volpina. The three of us will continue to protect you and all of Paris."

The citizens started to cheer again as Ladybug turned to her partners.

"We should get going." Chat said pointing to Ladybug's earrings. "Your earrings are blinking and so is my ring.

"Yeah. And your necklace is blinking, Volpina."

"Oh . . . yeah. Let's get going." Volpina said as she flew off of the building.

Ladybug and Chat Noir jumped off of the building and followed her to the corner of a nearby building. They all detransformed into their normal selves.

"I'm really sorry that I was stupid at the beginning of the attack." Alya said, apologetically.

"Don't worry about it Alya. I was worse. When I first became Ladybug I had tried to quit and give it to you instead . . . but I transformed again to save you . . . and Chat Noir cheered me up. So . . . luckily I'm still Ladybug. And you can't do worse than I did the first time."

"Wait! You tried to quit?! I almost lost my partner? My favorite person to see everyday!"

"Wait!" Alya cut in. "You tried to give up your miraculous to me?! Why would you even think you shouldn't be ladybug and why me?"

"Well . . . I thought that I was too clumsy to be Ladybug and you were so confident that I . . . was really stupid."

"No kidding. You can pretty unintelligent sometimes. Like giving up a miraculous." Alya laughed.

"Yeah, yeah." Marinette smiled. "I have to go home now. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Marinette waved bye to Alya and Adrien and walked back to the bakery.

#miraculous ladybug #MIRACULOUS: TALES OF LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR #ladybug #chat noir #Adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #fanfiction #alicepink-me #alice pink #story #cute #romance #love

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yackowarner · 5 years

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This is a snippet of a fic I wrote that I doubt I’ll ever finish so I’ll post it ... i hope you enjoy! I miss this show :0

Fingers ran delicately over the green crystal ball, its swirling contents currently unreadable. The ball had a mysterious tendency to go eerily silent before it broke out into bad comedic lines. Hildegard Gloom pressed her palm against the cool rounded glass, blowing a hair out of her eyes and sighing. Weirdly quiet moments like this one were so torturous to her, she so wished Grim would come home soon with the potion ingredients she had sent him to go fetch for her.

The silence provoked long trains of thought, which usually lead to memories of past failed plans. Which, of course, lead the young witch to grind her teeth and scratch her nails against the green glass ball. Hard. She pressed hard enough to make a loud scraping sound, after which she groaned and threw her head back onto the dark colored couch, forcing a pillow over her face.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the property damage? You’re hurtin’ the merchandise!”

The crystal was awake.

“That bumblin’ husband a yours do something big and stupid again?”

“No.” Hildy replied, her voice muffled by cushion. What couldn’t be muffled, however, was her clear tone of disgust. “I was… thinking. Icky.”

“About how you’re not Queen of Jollywood, by the slime that’s just dripping from your words, there.”

“Don’t you rub it in,” Hildegard let out another whine of protest and frustration, the pent up anger from so many losses suddenly gathering together at once into a single sound. “I try over and over, but those stupid Jollywoodians just can’t be taken over! Most of all, those seven… argh!!!” She dug her nails into the pillow now, nearly ripping the thing to shreds.

“You’re soundin’ like a bad book, Hildy. A really cliché one.”

“Thank you, all knowing crystal ball. You’re very helpful.”

“Haha, hey, listen. If you wanna be Queen so bad… I’m going to let you in on what may or may not be a good idea.”

Hildy sat up, attentive, but the expression crossing her brow was skeptical. He hadn’t guaranteed success with this one. She eyed the ball’s smirking face, as it looked around the house with a bit of trepidation. Was this actually serious?

“I’ve had this in my back pocket—figuratively—for a while now. If you wanna be Queen, why not call an experienced evil Queen and ask her? I happen to see… a future for a nearby kingdom… having an especially evil woman ruling it. Ruthless lady. Pretty foxy, though, if I do say myself. Whew!”

The witch gaped at the orb for a moment, the new information processing slowly. She knew her crystal ball knew a lot, but it usually kept from telling her future events. Maybe it felt bad for her, since it had watched her horrid attempts of taking over the kingdom.

“That’s a brilliant idea!!!” She suddenly hopped up, her leg nudging the table which jostled the ball a bit.

“Whoa, whoa, careful!”

“I’ve got to find a spell to call someone back from the future.” With a steadfast determination, Hildy threw open her spellbook, ignoring the dust that flew off the giant tomb. Certain pages were never turned to, and were all stuck together. She had to peel apart two pages to reach the spell, excitedly reading it until she saw the ingredients for the cauldron that needed to be used over the incantation. Luckily enough, those were the ingredients that Grimwold was out getting, but it meant she had to wait. Hildy was impatient to get what she wanted, that was a clear trait about her. She spent the next several minutes pacing back and forth across the living room until her ears caught the faint footsteps of Peaches coming up the drive.

The witch burst out her front door into the swamp air, and scurried over to the carriage where her husband was happily holding the reigns.

“Grimmy! Oh, I’m so glad you’re back. I need those ingredients you bought for a very important spell. You did get all of them, didn’t you, darling?” She gave him her best little puppy dog pout, clasping her elegant hands together under her chin. Thankfully, he nodded his head.

“Yup, all things on the list accounted for Hildy-Wildy!” He had on a proud smirk. Pretty charming, the witch silently admitted to herself, before breaking out into a huge grin and squealing loud enough for the whole kingdom to hear as she climbed up into the slowly moving carriage and grabbed the grocery bags.

“Oh, Grimwold, my dearest dark delight, you’re going to see me take over Jollywood soon enough, just you wait!”

She eagerly poured the last bit into the pot, rubbing her hands together, cackling darkly. Hildy wasn’t sure why she was so convinced this was going to work, but it was a special bit of advice from her crystal ball, so she couldn’t help but be just ever so excited about it.

Taking a long, deep breath, Hildy held her hands over the boiling cauldron and took a look at the spell, thinking of a good way to modify it to her liking, so that she would get the person she so desired. Grim sat on the couch on the other side of the room, watching carefully. He was not permitted to move an inch during this whole thing.

Hildy let out a long sigh, and immediately re-inhaled all of the air. Here went everything.

“Calling, calling, from times past, a future Queen is what I ask, bring her here, bring her quick, so I may have my greatest wish!”

It was a near rhyme. But it would work. Near rhymes worked.

A flash and a spark emitted from the cauldron, and a light, starting form around eye level for Hildy, slowly took the shape of a slim woman clothed in royal robes. The silhouette certainly looked like a Queen, and the witch let out a squeak of anticipation.

Which turned into a gasp. Her face melted into confusion at the equally confused woman standing before her.

She was a Queen alright, her crown told that much. But she was oh so young, and oh so fair. Her skin was pale, but not a sickly pale like Hildy’s own. Her hair was perfectly dark. She was quite beautiful for Jollywood standards. But she was certainly not evil.

“I… where am I?” Her voice sickeningly coated in sugar hurt Hildy’s ears. She cringed, and looked at the woman in disgust.

“You are not what I was looking for.” The woman was gathering herself, examining her surroundings.

“Oh, are you a witch? Have I been called here for a reason? Whatever it is, I’m sure it can be settled at the castle—“

“I wanted an evil Queen, not some prissy princess like Delightful!” Hildegard stomped her foot, her voice rising steadily in pitch with each word.

“Delight—“ She stopped in the middle of her word when she saw the fire in the eyes of the purple haired witch. This was not a wise road to go down. “I will… depart. If you do not require me.” She backed away to the door, while Hildy fumed endlessly.

“I’m going to try that AGAIN.” She said through clenched teeth, holding her shaking hands above the pot.

“Calling, calling, from times past, a future EVIL Queen is what I ask, bring her here, bring her quick, so I may have my greatest wish!”

The spark was giant, this time, Hildy was pushed backwards as the shimmering silhouette made of a dark essence formed in front of her. Now THAT was more like it!

The second woman was gorgeous. The first thing to notice was her crown, atop a hood she had tightly over her head, hiding any notion of hair color. A long black cloak with a large white collar was securely fastened to her dress, and a large ruby necklace encircled her neck.

She was clearly an evil Queen. An evil green mist surrounded her. A sense of greed and hatred was just FILLING the air.

Hildy’s eyes grew wider, and a tear of joy slid down her face.

“I have… so much to learn.”

The evil Queen was from a less distant future than the first one called backwards in time, and this one was making her way carefully through the swamp until she exited the forest, coming upon the quaint kingdom of Jollywood.

“Jollywood. I have heard of the place." She whispered to herself. “I know not much of the family who hails here, however. I wonder…”

She stepped down the hill and walked cautiously through the town of small people. The quaint clothes and lack of height gave her warm memories, memories of stumbling upon a tiny house deep in the woods…

They were whispering to each other as she walked by. She was on her way to the castle, but taking in the surrounding sights was always a nice way to pass the time. The kingdom had a large amount of hanging buckets taking people to and fro, a famous gadget she had heard about so many times, that had been present in Jollywood for so many years. She wondered, then, why they seemed a bit polished, a bit newer than expected.

With a few more glances around, seeing a large clock tower and a strange looking cottage on the hill on the edge of town, she made her way across the castle’s bridge.

“Well, you’re not getting home to the future any time soon, miss.” Starchbottom crossed his arms, but he looked apologetic all the same.

“Oh, Starchbottom don’t say that! We just need a little help on this one—“

“No, no your majesty she can just stay here in the castle—“

“No! I’m going to have the 7D build her a lovely house. I’ll have to ring the Bing Bong Bell!”

The future Queen perked up her brows. “The seven… what?”

A rope, descended quickly from the ceiling, and Delightful gave it a gentle tug, and a ringing from the sky could be heard throughout the kingdom.

“You… may want to move, miss.” Starchbottom directed her away from the tubes.

One could hear a rumbling from beneath the floor. Seven holes opened, and through them jumped the previously mentioned 7D, all of them standing straight and saluting, minus one, who was flat on the floor. Still saluting, though.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes sparkling in recognition. “Oh my, it simply can’t--!”

“Your majesty, the 7D reporting for—who’s this?” She heard Doc’s voice waft into her ears, through her astonishment.

Someone was hiding behind her. She quickly recognized Bashful’s little embarrassed laugh as he ran away from her the moment she noticed him.

“7D, my task for you today is of the highest importance. Please build Miss White a house!”

#the 7d #fanfiction #drabble #writing #its like a semi finished narrative with a gap in the middle #disney

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xtisumi · 6 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Hope you enjoy the long journey that is reading ur bday msg mwhahahaha @aoutd

*Sorry for this super long post, but this is for you so I know you’re going to appreciate it! Anyways I’m splitting this msg into three parts just because there’s a lot that I have to say and I want to organize it a bit so you could understand it easier! With that being said...

- Part One -

HAPPY BIRTHDAY dude I’m going to say this a lot throughout the post so sorry if it loses value but IDC I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. You’re one of the best gifts life could have ever given me. You’re one of the greatest human beings, dude to me you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and I’m just so fucking grateful that in less than a year we managed to become best friends. You’ve been so amazing to me and sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you :( However I’ve enjoyed every single second that we’ve hung out. Whether it was watching Haikyuu!! or trolling you in ToS, teaching you how to play golf and later minecraft. Our random playful fights on discord or sitting in a call with you till 5 am just talking. Our first time rocket riding or when you first showed me BTS. I’ve enjoyed every single second being in your comforting presence. I fucking mean it when I say you make me the happiest person alive!!! Hopefully you enjoyed having me in your life :3 DUDE everything about you MAN HOLY FUCKING SHIT just I love everything about you like you truly are one of the most stunning, amazing, dorkiest, prettiest, smartest, strongest people that I know. You deserve the fucking universe and I just like fuck I just wanna wrap my arms around you and bury my head in your shoulders and just cry to you about how much I love you. I wanna feel the warmth of your body and be comforted by your energy and just be there hugging you and not wanting to let go :( I’m so happy we were able to meet and I hope you have the greatest birthday you’ve ever had!!! One day I’ll be there in person for your birthday.

- Part Two -

So I want to change the tone up a bit and kind of reflect on some things. If some parts are more serious than gay, I’m sorry but I wanna address some things. First thing I want to mention is that so far we’ve had an amazing friendship, everything about it seems perfect but we’re both mature enough to know even our friendship has flaws. If we want this to last then we both need to be mature about future complications. So far we never really fought or got genuinely mad at each other and I really hope it stays that way but like I said we’re both mature enough to understand that there will be times where we fight or argue and may cause problems. I’m bringing this up because the easy part was getting to that bff level while now the hard part is ensuring we last forever. I have faith that if fights occur we both will act like adults and own up to our actions and we get through any altercations that can cause turmoil between us. Dude ily and this friendship too much to see it end over pity shit so here’s to us working any trouble out together as adults <3 Now I wanna just talk about what you and your presence have meant to me. Kelly you’re by far one of the best things to ever happen to me. In every aspect you’re just too amazing and stunning and it’s just sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you in my life. You’re one of the best humans on this planet and you’re fr a God. I love everything that you and your friendship has bestowed onto my life. You have no idea how grateful I am to have met you and how lucky I am to be living at the same time as you. Dude I’m serious you have made me cry in private because of just all the feelings I have for you. I love you so fucking much that it pains my heart and at times at night I cry because you simply exist. Not to get emo but I fear not death itself but what follows death... The earth is 4.5 billion years old and I only lived 20 years of that and I don’t remember the moment when I took my first breath. So when I die will I even remember my life? Will everything be blank and my existence transcend beyond this realm and into an empty void? This scares me because when I die I might forget you and my own life. I only have one life to live and I just so happened to have fallen in love with you. Now I know you just want to be friends and I respect that but the reason I’m saying all of this is because even as friends please let us make lifetime memories that I can cherish even in my final moments. I don’t want to ever forget you but if death causes us to forget each other and the life we lived then please let me have more memories with you. For about one year worth of being friends, we made some amazing personal memories and I really want to continue making new ones. You became a big aspect of my life now so I don’t want to feel like there’s things that we weren’t able to do. Another thing is we really got to meet up soon. Before 2018 I asked if you saw us meeting irl and you said probably. I never brought it up the subject that we should meet especially throughout the summer since tbh I’m not ready to meet you and also the vibes you give off rn makes it seem that you would see it more of a drag. Hopefully in 2019 we do meet up and you feel so excited to the point you’re running through people just to get to me :3 Seriously I want you to show me Chicago because I hardly explored it myself. Also I promised your little angel of a sister that when I meet you I was going to give you the painting I made for her ^~^ speaking of your siblings (you should feel more happier than I should) but I’m glad CoolGuy and your sister actually love me. It fr warms my heart knowing that they like me and even though I don’t know your other brother, I hope he sees me in the same way that your other siblings do :D I wanna meet your little sister one day and give her the warmest hug ever dude she fr an angel and I love her so much and even though she already knows... I want to tell her in person how much I love her older sibling Kel

- Part 3 -

Okay sorry switching the tone a bit or whatever. Part One being that standard gay msg you’re familiar with and Part Two being some weird shit idek. So for this final part, I wanna just make this something that can bring the biggest smile on your face!!! What better way to approach it by stating that I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH IT ACTUALLY HURTS MY HEART ON GOD. I love that you’re a dork, I love your stupid giggle when we talk, I love making you smile, that damn fucking smile is something I will see with my own two eyes, I love your cheesy jokes/remarks, I love your personality, I love the fact we’re so similar and how we can relate to each other. You’re seriously the best fucking friend I could ever ask for and I’ll always cherish this bond that I was able to make with you dude. I’m never going to find someone else like you. Okay time for some cheesy lines to make you do that damn adorable giggle

- If you were a flower, you’d be a sunflower (my fav flower and it shows that you’re my sun ^~^)

- If you were a book, I’d never put u down jk I’ll slam u on my desk and read u all night long LMFAO jkjk

- If you were a restaurant, you’re ass would fr be a 5 star one cause GODDAMN you’re a whole ass meal. Like the gods fr ain’t have to go all out on creating u :p the fact ur single is fr the 8th wonder of the world

- If I was able to listen to your voice at night, I’d finally be able to sleep with your monotone ass voice LMFAO jkjk I love hearing that warming and comforting voice. Not to be thirsty on main but like I’d fr would love to be in your arms and have you talk with that lovely voice and help me sleep :(

Dude I’m fr so blessed to have met you and I’m just the happiest when I’m with you. Being fr posts like these could never fully grasp how much I actually love you and I just wish for the best for you! I fucking can’t wait to see how successful you’re going to become. You work so damn hard and I’m so fucking proud of everything you’ve achieved so far dude I know this is a weird request but please let me, if possible, be invited to your college graduation :( Like I want you to come to mines as well dude but yeah I want to be there in person and just see your little ass walk on that stage and get the diploma and degree that you’ve spent hours busting ur ass off for. I would fr cry dude being serious like that’s my little Kells, everyone look at them look at how amazing they are :’) Hopefully you love this message and also I hope you do have an amazing birthday <333333 One day I will fill that void in your life and tell you in person how much I love you

Believe it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

*U call me Naruto from time to time so here’s a perfect gif of how I would actually be irl smiling at ur beautiful ass <3

#Dude u fucking mean the world to me #You're such a special person and a one of a kind #I love you so much more than you could possibly imagine #sorry for being gay but dude i just cant help it #making this post fr made me tear up

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sunatooru · 3 years

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hello i am back,,, thank u bc i haven’t worked out in three days AHAHA my motivation just randomly disappeared one day but i’m glad to get back into it!! also i love that u wait for my replies 👀 dw i’m done w project hush hush really, i’ve just got to wait for them to get back to me bc they’re currently processing but so far so good! anyways, my next task is squats bc i gotta build that bootay 😏 also here’s me replying to your previous message, i’m glad u like the book rec!! deffo so good for those intrusive thoughts/depressive episodes 😌 i’m reading a new book recently, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo! my friend bought it for me for my bday in june bc they absolutely adored it and at first i wasn’t gonna read it bc idk it didn’t catch my attention but they loved it SO much so i was like aight bet i’ll put it on my reading list in the library and make sure to borrow it soon but then they bought me a copy anyway hehe so i’m reading it atm! i’ve also made a list of horrors/mysteries i wanna borrow for spooky season plus kept out the same genres of those books that i own (which isn’t many anyways but that’s good so i don’t overwhelm myself AHAHA). also you didn’t tell ME you cried during that anime, you just mentioned it on your blog and i was like damn that good huh,,, aight bet. no but fr i can’t pay attention for uni work anymore i’ve been listening to these study playlists on youtube, my phone now has a “downtime” so i can’t access anything that isn’t “essential” so i don’t get distracted by it and i just 🥲 it’s working but not as much as i’d like it to, practice makes perfect i suppose. also yeah i’d like to graduate early so i can apply for some graduate programs early next year bc it clashes w my graduation if i graduate late but turns out i can’t do the thing i wanna do to graduate early so 🤡 i’m just gonna have to intern 4-5 days a week to graduate faster lmfao ANYWAYS how’ve you been 👀👀👀 - 🕯

I felt that </3 I did some work out on the weekend and p a i n and yess of course I do! You’re so fun to talk to and honestly I love your vibe 🥺 get that booty pumping haha

Aww you’re friends seem soooo cute lucky you!! You must love books omg a horror list too that sounds fun! What’s your favourite book?? Oh I don’t even remember 😂💀but yess I finished binging yesterday and the same feels came back lol it’s just like FINALLY this happened but also like damn all these hours and episodes watching and it’s over…but I love it haha

Agshdklfk SAME like i know need to pay attention and concentrate but I can’t but you using the study playlist (we <3 lo fi playlists) and the downtime is soo good like wow you’re acc trying and oh that’s annoying but I guess you’ll still get some experience and hope for the best 😅 and I’m good! I was feeling a bit down recently but better now 😁hbu??

#b.interacts #honeyb{🕯anon}

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smireyac · 3 years

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fuck this year man u dont even get cute emojis in the title this time

so lemme just start by saying fuck 2020

now that we’re on the same page, lets get into it

so i dont have to explain all the reasons why this year sucked bc u just need to google 2020 and there will be a million reasons why it was TOTAL FUCKING GARBAGE...... usually when so many people collectively say a year sucked ass, i can be like “oh it wasnt *all* bad for me, personally” haha not this year!!!

its super fucking depressing to look at how hopeful and positive i was about 2020 a year ago..... ofc there was no way for me to have known it would all go to shit but i still really appreciate the tone i had set... reading over the previous reflections and seeing how harsh and negative i was @ myself made the softness of last years post super refreshing....

now i said i dont *have* to explain all the ways 2020 was shitty, but i am gonna explain the biggest reason this year was shitty for me, personally..... it might seem really small in comparison to the ways 2020 was shitty as a whole on like a global scale? but really the biggest reason 2020 sucked ass was i didnt get to really hang out with any of my friends in real life for 9 out of the 12 months of the year.... and really it was like the first week of march that shit hit the fan so like really it was only 2 months that we got to see each other....... if u rmbr p much every previous retrospective post ive made, there was a big emphasis on friends..... ive come to realize that im actually a very *extra*verted person??? despite my overall shyness and homebody attitude, i would always choose to hang out with people over being alone so stay-at-home orders FUCKING SUCKED??? when we all thought it would be over in a couple weeks, maybe a month it was fine?? hey its a good time to draw or catch up on that reading and/or writing i said i was gonna do maybe even start learning to drive?? it’ll be no big deal THEN it wasn’t over in a month and it wasnt gonna BE over anytime soon and no one important was doing anything about it and its an election year and black lives have always mattered and yet everything is so uncertain and

[inhale]

[exhale]

this year was..... a lot...... too much in fact

in 2018, i had said that i watched vox’s video on the year in 5 mins and cried... if i watched this year in five minutes, i dont think i would be able to breathe......

SO instead of making myself CRY..... lets try to think about any GOOD things that happened and think about what we can do to make 2021 good for ourselves:

GOOD THINGS THAT HAPPENED:

-i *didn’t* lose my job!! sad that so many others cannot say the same but im trying to make myself feel *better* not WORSE so i got to keep my job and i actually work more hours than before so!!

-i actually *did* learn to drive this year!!!! and im pretty good at it??? for someone that just started this year anyway?? i probably *would* have my DRIVER’S LICENSE right now if it weren’t for a surge in cases in a certain STATE that i happen to live in......... but w/e its fine i get more time to practice and im ~~**DEFINITELY**~~ going pass my test and get my license ~whenever it is that i can reschedule my dmv appt~

lmfao its so funny that last year, i was absolutely *dreading* learning to drive but i so fucking get why everyone was like ‘you need to learn how to drive’ i legit love it so much???? ive always been a car person but that was like purely for the aesthetic but now that i can drive im just....... WOOOW this really is what freedom feels like.... like ik that public transportation is amazing and i will always champion it but nothing beats being purely in control of your destination.... i also wanted to buy myself a car for my birthday even tho i couldnt really drive yet but then sien had to fix smthg on her car and it was EXPENSIVE AF and my mom was like “u dont need to buy a car yet” so i put the brakes [haha] on that... but soon... once i get my license,,, then i will have u my love................. so with that being “my most serious goal of 2020″ im glad i did it

-i was one of lucky ones and got unemployment when i couldn’t work so i have a lot of money saved in the bank??? pls no one steal my identity i wanna use that money to buy myself a car and/or for when we move out 🤞🤞 we’ll just have to wait and seeeeee....................

-i had mentioned playing dnd last year too and thats been going STRONG as hell thank goodness....... we couldnt keep playing in person but when we moved it to online, not only did we actually get to hang out a lot more, we made more friends??? introduced new people to the group?? its so good and in fact probably the only thing that kept me even a little bit sane this year......

-this is more of an honorable mention than an accomplishment but im this 🤏close to catching up with critical role and thats partially thanks to the pandemic lmao sooooo ???

aaaaaaand thats p much it lol i didnt really accomplish any of my other goals bc reasons................. but!!! as cliche as it sounds, with a light at the end of the tunnel, im confident that i can turn that all around this year.... so if 2016 was the year of change, 2017 was the year of getting used to shit, 2018 was the year of getting *too* used to shit and 2019 ended up being the year of friends, 2020 was the year of absolute shit and it doesn’t fucking count....... i learned a lot this year, biggest lesson of all is that life is short and if i were to have died at any point last year, what the fuck would i have to show for it??? so usually i end up giving a theme or name to a year after its done but this time im determined to make 2021 into what i want it to be SO i am declaring this year, the year of our lord 2021, the year of new experiences!!!! what the fuck does that mean you ask? well ill tell you!!! im gonna try new things this year!! make a very pointed effort to do things outside my comfort zone?? and for my goals this year, im going back to my old way of making a huge list of stuff u wanna do and seeing how much i can actuallly accomplish!! now i said theres a light but we really dont know when all this shit will end and life will go “bAcK tO nOrMaL” so whos to say ill get to accomplish any of it? at the same time, there are plenty of stuff on the list that i can do within the pandemic set parameters so!! lets see this list!!

2021 GOALS:

[check boxes bc there is no plain box emoji lmao]

☑️ read new books!! i’ll keep last years goal bc i didnt meet it and i have good reads now which tells me i just need to read 1.5 books a month to reach that goal!! huzzah!

☑️ watch new shows and new movies b4 u end up watching shit you’ve already seen a million times... i bought an old planner for 2020 instead of 2021 by accident but i hope it will help keep track of the movies/shows along with the books too!

☑️ listen to new music!! this years spotify wrapped was garbo it only had like 3 albums and a bunch of other shit i always listen to so i gotta fix that lmfao

☑️ write new stories!! i am comforted by the shit ive been writing for the past like 7 years but if my screenplay class taught me anything its that there are a lot of stories to tell and i got so many ideas floating around in this noggin!! instead of an arbitrary word count, why dont i say write idk 3 new stories, start to finish, in whatever medium idc screenplay, short story, comic, twine WHATEVER!! do it!

☑️ eat new food!! lmao this one seems the most silly to me but ive never had indian food, ive never had [not really anyway] korean food, i want to find new restaurants and eat new food!!! yum!

☑️ go on a road trip!!

☑️ visit some place ive never been before!!

☑️ go on a hike??

☑️ go to mexico again

☑️ ride a scary rollercoaster you previously wouldnt have

☑️ go to a club

☑️ get silly drunk fr

☑️ FUCK IT go on dates!! self date friend dates sister date cousin dates R- Romantic... dates ??? FUCK IT!!! YEAH!! DATE ALL UP IN THIS BITCH!!

☑️ learn to use blender

☑️ animate something

☑️ make a big painting

☑️ cosplay ???? AHH

☑️ learn to roller skate lmao u bought the skates and were so excited for them!!

☑️ go somewhere SUPER DARK and go see some real stars!!!!

☑️ and to top it all off, throw the airbnb house party that we’ve been talking about for MONTHS lmao

hmmmm,, i think thats a good enough list for now ?? another thing i wanted to accomplish.... that im scared to speak into existence bc then i cant back out of doing it...........and it doesnt align with the whole “new” spirit of 2021 but.......... i want to like start making apartments for rent????? like i want to have something of it to show by, if not the 8th anniversary then by the end of the year HHUFF THERE I SAID IT......... no turning back now..........

alright its almost midnight on.... whats this? its already jan. 1st??? lmao yeah fuck it i didnt keep up with anything i normally did this year who cares i made up the rules i can break them too lol

so yeah

we’ll see what this year brings us,,,,

hoo boy

#omg i talk #happy new year

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searchforthescars · 7 years

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Little Beast - Chapter 6/9

It wasn’t until we were well past the middle of it

that we realized the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers, far from being subverted, had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.

Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us, replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes and not the doorways we had hoped for.

Murphy can’t remember the last time he has been this anxious. As he paces the diner floor during the downtime of his shift, he has to make a conscious effort not to blush or rub his sweaty palms against his jeans. Those are two obvious tells that he’s nervous, and everyone on shift today is too observant for his taste.

The date is more of a symbolic action than anything else, he reassures himself. They’d been living together since June, after all, so there’s really no need to keep up a pretense or act like anything other than his shitty self.

Then again, she doesn’t seem to think he’s that bad. That’s part of what blows his mind. Everyone he knows, including Raven, might disagree. Then again, they don’t know her the same way he does. Emori has a way of pulling empathy out of him that he still can’t understand. [Read on Ao3]

“You good?” Lincoln asks quietly as he reaches over the stove to grab a box of chips. “You’ve been lost in thought all day.”

“Yeah,” Murphy says, shaking his head. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About Emori?”

Murphy snorts. “That obvious?”

Lincoln gives him a smile that’s almost proud. “Only to the observant.”

“Meaning that I pointed it out to Lincoln,” Luna interjects, whacking Lincoln on the arm with the ledger as she exits the office. “He couldn’t discern his way out of a paper bag.”

“Ouch.” Lincoln shakes his head ruefully. “She just attacked my whole life.”

Murphy laughs under his breath, trying not to think about how that’s something Emori would say. Everything circles back to her these days, and the only reason it bothers him is because he’s sick of being such a sap that even Monty can get an easy rise out of him.

“Is she coming in today?” Anya asks, apparently having heard the entire exchange from the back near the refrigerators. “She’s usually wherever you are. It’s kinda cute. Or depressing,” she adds as an afterthought.

“I asked her to stay home today.” Murphy jabs at the burgers on the grill with a metal spatula. The scraping sound it makes is rewarding. “I want to actually pick her up and shit. Like a real date.”

“Language!” Jasper shouts over the counter. Monty laughs. Murphy rolls his eyes.

“It’s my kitchen and I’ll swear if I want to,” he retorts.

“Actually,” Anya corrects, “it’s my kitchen. And watch your language; there are kids in here.”

Murphy looks out into the dining room, where two families with young kids in booster seats chat amongst themselves and peer out the windows. “Sorry,” he grumbles, turning back to the food he’s supposed to be making for them and his friends, who are apparently bottomless pits when it comes to unhealthy food. It’s going to be a busy day today, and he’s only two hours into an eight hour shift.

Oh, well. At least it will keep his mind off Emori. He hasn’t thought about her this much since he realized he was in love with her. It’s not that she wasn’t memorable or important to him, it’s that she’s managed to weave herself into his life so effortlessly. He can’t remember what it was like before her. He likes it, but he’ll never admit it. The second he gets attached is the second everything goes to hell.

When he goes on his lunch break, he shuts himself in the office and opens his phone to find three new texts from Emori. He still feels warm every time he powers on the phone she gave him; it’s the nicest thing he’s owned in a long time, even if it was stolen.

Hey, the first text reads, where do you keep your mixing bowl? And spices? I don’t want to mess up your stuff but I’m trying to be useful. And I’m bored.

The second text came in an hour later. Update: found them. I didn’t burn the place down. Going for a run now. Be back in an hour.

Back , said the third text, which had come in a couple minutes before Murphy’s break started. He starts to draft a reply, then decides to just call instead. Texting frustrates her since she only has one usable hand.

“Hi, John!” She sounds happy to hear from him. Another thing he’s not used to. “Are you on your break?”

“Yeah.” He blinks hard, tries not to sound so dead inside. “It’s busy today. Everyone and their weekend-warrior mother is out on the roads.”

Emori laughs. It’s low and warm and makes butterflies explode in his stomach. “Can’t say I wish I was there.” A pause, then, “are you excited for tonight?”

He nods. “It’s all I can think about,” he admits quietly.

He can hear the smile in her voice. “Me too.”

“Oh, and I saw the jacket you left for me.” He looks at the rack in the corner of the office, where an army-green jacket with a peculiar red shoulder patch hangs. It’s unique and a little weird, but it fits well and reminds him of Emori. She had folded it neatly and left it near the cot while he was asleep, along with a note that said just because . “I really like it.”

“I’m glad.” She laughs. “Clarke thought I was crazy to buy it, but it made me think of you.”

“What were you doing, shopping with Clarke?”

He can hear the mischievous smirk in Emori’s voice. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Uh oh.” He waves at Luna when she lets herself in to sit at the desk. “Am I going to like this.”

“Probably.” The uncertainty in her voice worries him, but he knows she’ll just dodge if she asks. “You’re still picking me up at five, right?”

He nods. “Yeah. I’m ringing the doorbell and everything.”

“You’re cute, John. I’ll see you then.” She hangs up, and Murphy allows himself the barest of smiles, knowing that only Luna is in the room to judge him.

“You really like her,” Luna notes, not even looking up from the receipts spread over the desk.

“I don’t deserve her,” he retorts. “She doesn’t know about the shit I’ve done.”

“Are you going to tell her?”

“Did you tell Raven? About what you are? What you’ve done?” he asks. Luna flinches. The old familiar hatefulness fills him again. “I’m gonna take that as a no.”

“There’s no reason to.” Her voice is even, deadly calm. If Murphy didn’t know better, he’d assume she was unbothered by his comments. But he does know better, and he knows that he has just pushed on a very dangerous boundary.

“The darkness inside of me is different than what’s inside of you,” she finally says, looking at him. “You could change. Choose to be better.”

Murphy snorts. “The darkness can kiss my worthless ass.” He stands up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “What Emori knows won’t hurt her.”

“Until she finds out,” is all Luna says as the door swings shut. The thought does nothing but make Murphy’s blood run cold.

It’s a little weird ringing his own doorbell, but Murphy doesn’t mind. He brought a change of clothes to the diner and had changed after his shift, reappearing in a clean button-down and the only pair of slacks he owns. Raven and Bellamy had wolf-whistled mockingly. All Anya had done was tell him to fix his collar, but he wasn’t trying to impress them anyway, so what did it matter.

Realistically, he knows it won’t really impress Emori either. She doesn’t seem to care what he wears or how he looks, which is a relief because he usually dresses like a hot mess. But his father had prepared him for dating, and told him to always look his best when taking a girl out. The lesson is still at the front of his mind.

When Emori pulls open the door, he plans to say something, but all words fail him as he regards her. She’s in a dress. An honest-to-God dress. Murphy doesn’t know how to react. It’s plain and black, sleeves covering her big hand and a long skirt covering her boots. On anyone else, it would be ugly, but it fits her, somehow; it’s just as interesting as she is when she tries. Makeup covers the tattoo on her face – Murphy’s almost disappointed by that, but he knows she’ll be more comfortable so it’s okay – and her hair is down, falling haphazard over her shoulders and down her back.

Murphy wants to kiss her. He doesn’t, but he does close his mouth and bring his eyes back up to her face. She’s wearing an uncertain expression, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“Hey.” he tilts her chin up so she looks at him. “You look beautiful.”

She smiles slightly, her small hand fisting in her skirt. “I wanted to try something new. Do you really like it?”

He nods, taking both her hands in his. The smooth fabric of the dress glides right over her left hand. “Hell yeah.”

She exhales a breath he’s sure she’s been holding. “Good.” Then she looks him up and down - just like she had that day in his bedroom. Heat flares through him, and he briefly wonders what else the hands he holds are good for. “You look nice too,” she tells him, getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t know you owned nice clothes.”

“You mean you didn’t go through my drawers while I was gone?” he asks, teasingly. “I figured you would have.”

She laughs, and the tension between them dissipates. He takes her down to his car, remembers to get the door for her, and they spend the drive to the restaurant in near-silence, listening to the radio, their hands resting atop one another.

“So,” he starts after they’ve placed their orders. He had ordered for both of them, telling her to trust him. She did, surprisingly. That’s a habit she’ll have to break. “What did you need spices for?”

Emori fiddles with the fork at her place setting. “I found your recipe books. I wanted to try making something.”

Murphy frowns. “What recipe books?”

“The ones in your hall closet.” She takes a sip of water. They’re sitting outside, their table lit up by flickering lights strung above their heads. She looks ethereal in the glow.

“Oh.” Murphy remembers those now, remembers when he shoved them in there since it’s the last place he’d ever go. “You shouldn’t have been in there.”

Now it’s her turn to frown. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine.” He tries to keep anger from his voice. It’s not her fault. She didn’t know. Calm down, Murphy. “Did you make anything decent?”

She shrugs, obviously still perturbed that she accidentally invaded his privacy. “I think so. You’ll have to taste it and tell me. I don’t really know what I’m doing in the kitchen, but I wanted to do something to help.”

He reaches out, takes her small hand in his. To their left, the older couple at the bar gives them soft, reminiscing looks. “You don’t have to do anything. I like having you around; you don’t owe me anything.”

“I know, but it’s not right.” She runs her thumb over his knuckles. “I don’t feel like I’m your guest, not since…”

“Since we’re together?” he finishes. When she nods, he feels equal parts fear and happiness shoot through him. “I get it. If this becomes a long-term thing, then we’ll split things up, okay?”

She nods. “Deal.”

Neither of them knows how to do this. It becomes increasingly apparent to him that she’s unused to men treating her with respect, and he knows it’s obvious that he’s horrible at carrying on a conversation without negativity or swearing. He knows she wants to ask about the cookbooks, about his angry reaction, and maybe she will when they get home.

He’s beginning to wonder if this is a bad idea, if he needs to pull the plug on this, and ask her to leave before he falls so deep he can't pull himself out when she finally breaks his heart or leaves . He’s not an idiot – it will happen. Nothing good can stay. Not in his life. Besides, he knows she’s a conwoman and that she’s lived all over the eastern seaboard. How many guys has she done this to? Maybe their entire life together – can he call it that? – has been a lie.

He does believe her brother is dead. The nightmares are too intense, too frightening to be fabricated. But everything else could be an act. Is he paranoid? Maybe, but he’s had too many losses and betrayals to be anything less than wary.

Still, he thinks, looking over the table at her and smiling at her when she grins at him, while he has her, he’s going to try to deserve her. And when she leaves because she’s found another place or gotten bored of him, he’ll try to pick up the pieces.

“See, what did I tell you?” They’re standing on the old bridge overlooking the gap between the two mountains that make up most of the Blue Ridge range. The sun is setting in the space between them, turning the sky into a mess of orange, red and pink.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs, resting her head against his shoulder. Without really thinking, he presses a kiss to her hairline, ignoring the voice in his head that’s only growing louder in its insistence that this is a lie. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

He says nothing. She twists her head to look up at him. “So.” Her voice is light, teasing. “Will there be a second date?”

Murphy tightens his grip on the bridge railing. “I don’t know. Depends on how long you’re going to stay.”

Emori lifts her head and frowns at him. “What do you mean?”

Murphy sighs. “Never mind. I’m being stupid.”

“No, John.” Her voice takes a hard edge, a defensive edge. He’s never heard her like this. It makes him nervous. “What did you mean by that?”

“Just that if this is a con, it’s a damn good one.”

She thumps her big hand on the railing. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you that,” she exclaims. “John, I’m not lying to you. I want this; I want us . I want your life, and I want you.”

“For how long?” The f ear is welling up in him again, and he lets it sit in his gut, fueling his anger and harsh words . “How long until you get bored of me, bored of Virginia, and move onto the next city? The next man?”

“What?” She’s angry too, now, and incredulous. Her eyes are bright and her hair whips in the sudden wind coming in from the hills. Above them, a bird cries. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, John.”

“Then explain it to me,” he counters, “because I don’t know a damn thing about you. Not really.”

“That’s not true.” Her voice is close to breaking. The sick, selfish, broken thing in him is satisfied. “You know all the important things.”

“That’s not good enough!” His voice is loud enough to echo back to them. “Why are you here, really? What do you want? I think you’re here for a reason; I just don’t know what it is yet.”

“It’s you!” she cries, shoving her hair out of her face. “I came with you because I trust you! When you found me by the sea, I was trying to figure out a way to get back to you - to find you again.”

“You barely knew me,” he argues, not daring to consider that the thought of him had followed her for that long. “Why?”

“Because you trusted me!” she yells. “You let me stay in the diner with you, let me help you close and drove me home even though you barely knew me. You talked to me; you actually liked me. That never happens!”

“So you based everything on coming back to a shitty town to find one shitty person you didn’t even know?” He laughs. It’s cruel, mean. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Maybe…” her voice goes soft, her face turning vulnerable. “Maybe I felt safe with you. Maybe I knew that something bad was following us and maybe I would have liked to stay in your car for a little longer that night.”

Murphy stops at that, his anger dying when he looks at her, really looks, and sees her rounded shoulders and glassy eyes. “I don’t know why you’re doubting me,” she all but whispers, “and I can’t control what you think. But I want this. I want you. And I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”

He knows he should apologize, maybe take her hand or hug her. But he can’t make himself. The sting of a future betrayal still weighs on him. “Let’s go home,” is all he says, turning his back on her, knowing that she’ll follow him.

The drive back is quiet and miserable. Emori doesn’t speak until they walk through the door.

“I think you should take your room back,” she says quietly, not looking at him as she pours herself a glass of water. It feels like a rejection. Maybe she meant it that way.

“Emori…” He can’t make himself apologize. Why should he, when she should hurry up and admit that she’s using him for something that isn’t entirely honest? Nothing about her is honest - nothing that he can trust anyway.

“You don’t believe me?” Her voice rises suddenly; she’s angry now, he guesses, now that she’s had enough time to process what happened on the bridge. “Let me tell you a story, John.” She takes a step toward him, then another and another until he’s sitting on the arm of the couch and she’s standing over him, eyes hard, hands shaking.

“When I walked in my front door after you dropped me off, I had a gun to my head. My brother was on the ground, either out cold or just faking, and I didn’t have a clue what was going on. Apparently he had stolen tech from a very angry gang and a very angry supplier, and they wanted it back. Of course, Otan had already sold it, so there was nothing else they could do except make us pay up. We were locked in a warehouse for months . Sometimes they left us alone. Sometimes they didn’t. Otan smuggled tech for them a few times, but I couldn’t go with him.” She laughs bitterly. “I guess they knew my reputation for running.”

He tries to say something, but she cuts him off. “Don’t. Don’t even think about it.”

“Emori-“

“Shut up.” She runs her hand through her hair. “After a few weeks of this, the guy that took us in when we were young and taught us how to strip and trade tech showed up. Surprise, surprise. Apparently he worked with those guys now and wasn’t even a little shocked to hear that Otan had stolen from him. But he didn’t believe that Otan acted alone, even though I didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on and was scared to death. So, since Otan couldn’t cough up the tech, he set about making my life a living hell.”

She’s speaking through gritted teeth now, her eyes flashing, her hands balled into fists. Murphy is both captivated and terrified. “When they killed Otan – put a bullet through his brain, by the way, so at least it was quick – they just left me, dumped me by the ocean. I’m sure they figured I’d drown in high tide or some unsuspecting surfer would find me. I ended up in the hospital somehow and had to let them shove my knee back in place. I drew the line at any other tests, and then I ran away when the night guard got lazy.”

“So yes, John, I wanted to go back to Virginia. Because the only person who had shown me any kindness was there, and because I didn’t know where else to go. Even if I hadn’t found you, at least I knew there was somewhere I could hide.”

She rocks back on her heels, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and it’s only then that Murphy realizes she’s crying, silent tears rolling over her cheeks and down to her lips. It’s more than she’s ever told him before, and he senses that there’s more that will come out, but right now he’s killing himself over the fact that the only way he could convince her to be vulnerable was to make her angry enough to spill her guts.

He waits too long. She turns on her heel, walks silently into the bathroom, and shuts the door. He can hear her sob once, then again, before the water starts running. She comes out a minute later, face and the ends of her hair damp, and gives him an unreadable look.

“I want you to trust me, John.” Her voice is almost broken. “But if you can’t, maybe it’s better for both of us if I go.”

“Don’t,” he chokes out, finally moving, lurching forward and upward, rocketing to his feet and nearly startling her in the process. “I was a dick, Emori. I freaked out because it seems too real now, you and me, and I didn’t think about it, about how much it would hurt if you left, if you really weren’t in this for good. I was selfish, and I’m sorry.” He holds out his hand, palm up. “I want you to stay. I want you to stay for a long time.”

She regards him distrustfully, as if he’s a poisonous snake and she’s trying to decide whether or not he’ll strike. Finally, after a long breathless minute, she takes his hand, weaving her smaller fingers through his. “I have to trust you, too,” she whispers, eyes turned downward. “I was scared to sleep every night for a week even though I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. I don’t know if I’m even capable of loving someone the way you deserve.”

The room is growing dark; they had forgotten to turn on the lights when they came home. He turns on the floor lamp now, and the glow casts an eerie sheen over Emori’s face. In her black dress, she looks like a spirit. “I’m gonna choose to see your fear of me hurting you as a good sign,” she says. “It means you’re letting me in. And I like that.”

“And John?” She asks, stepping close, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I have never lied to you. That's something I can't say to anyone else.”

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