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"Did you get yourself captured on purpose, you ridiculous fool?"

"I missed you. You haven't come to try and kill me in, like, three weeks."

"I have priorities that are of greater importance than your demise."

"Ouch, babe."

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snippet of a story i’m working on

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I don’t remember the first time I held Angie, but there’s a photo.

I was three months old— probably why I don’t remember— and Angie was all of two days old. She had come home for the first time and her parents brought her to our house. My mom had tears in her eyes, from what she tells me, the first time Stasi put Angie in her arms. It was all very beautiful— you see, my sweet mother, Shane, is a hopeless romantic.

In the photo you see me, as an infant, with my tiny arms wrapped around a sleeping baby Angie. She was bald, as most babies are, I guess. I point it out every single time our parents take our photo albums out, which is often, just to annoy her. She always rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at me.

My eyes are open in the picture, looking at her sleeping in my arms. My mom likes to say that’s the moment I fell in love with Angie. Which is completely ridiculous, I was an infant. No, the moment I fell in love with Evangeline Villarreal was actually 18 years later.

She still sleeps in my arms, just as she has her whole life, and I’m still the one watching her. Maybe our fate was sealed that day, as soon as my mother placed Angie in my crib next to me. Maybe my mom was right.

All I know for certain is I can never tell Angie.

She stirs and I close my eyes, pretending to sleep.

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this is kind of the reverse of my other snippet 🖤

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Writing Prompt #90

And then he kissed her.

Kissed her because he wanted to.

Not to forget or to be more. Just to be himself.

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little snippet from my current wip

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When I was fourteen and a half, I realized that I was in love with my best friend Ethan Pierce.   

We were in our living room- he practically lived at my house- and he was shoveling popcorn into his mouth as if it were the last day he could eat them.   

I sat there, a fistful of popcorn in my own hand, staring at his face wondering when exactly he lost his baby cheeks. Then he turned to me and said, through a mouthful of popcorn, “You lose something over here, Jelly?” My cheeks flushed a furious red and I shoved the popcorn I was holding into my mouth, chewing quickly.  

“OK, weirdo,” he muttered around a smile before turning back to the tv.  

"I was looking at you because you chew like a cow, loser!” I said, a little too late but he didn’t even seem to notice.   

He lunged at me, hands tickling my stomach, yelling “Moo! Mooooo!” and I dissolved into a fit of giggles.  

When I was fifteen, I realized that I was not in love with my best friend Ethan Pierce, I just loved him.

When I was not too busy being annoyed by him. 

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I just realized all my ocs have e names 😗

🤡

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evangeline x ethan

“I don’t know if I love Angie. I know I love her as my best friend, my sister, my soulmate. But is that really the love others think of? A soulmate is so much more than a single feeling. I call Angie my soulmate, but soulmates can be platonic too. I have always loved her one way or another- how could I possibly know if I love her? I don’t know.”

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ocs from my original story which has no name yet ;0; <3 (btw he does love her ‘that way’, he just hasn’t figured it out yet u_u)

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hello my name is emy 🖤

normally i write ff but this side blog is for my original works, characters, and ideas 🖤

I make:

moodboards

short stories

art (sometimes)

i will link a masterlist once i make one 🖤

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Princess Eliana

“He thought he could make a fool of me? I will make an even greater fool of him.”

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Crown Prince Everett

“She is my betrothed. All you were doing with her was playing a little game of make believe— as always. And I don’t have time for make believe, Jasper.”

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Prince Jasper

“This is the only place I have ever called home, my real family is made up of words on the dusty pages of these old books.”