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hiiii could you maybe write fantastic beasts with female teen reader/character, where she’s a powerful witch and queenie and tina find her and take her in and they become like co-moms to her even tho it’s hard to take care of a teenage witch , (angsty,fluff found family) <3

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT I HAD A COLD SO IT PROBLABY HAS SOME ERRORS BUT IM GOING TO MAKE A PART TWO SOON

sorry this took so long but thank you so much for the request!!

It's cold. So cold

You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself even tighter.

Snowflakes begin to fall. One after another. They look beautiful, you think to yourself, beautiful and free. Oh, how nice it would be if you could bury yourself in the snow as well.

The recent outburst of your magic left nothing but rubble and flashes of pain.

No one got hurt. There's no one who's stick by you to get hurt. No family, no friends.

What am I going to do?

You push yourself up, slowly putting your left foot in front of your right, and reverse. Over, and over, and over.

You grimace, your head felt lighter than when you had woke up and your body felt heavier.

It would be so simple to cast a spell..your hand hovered in mid-air. You hesitated, feeling the power surge at your fingertips.

"Hello?"

You whip your head towards the sound. Fast. Too fast.

The last thing you see is a flash of gold before it all goes dark.

°ƸӜƷ•°*””*°•.ƸӜƷ•

Ugh.

“...that young? There's no way tha…same person..”

Everything hurts.

“I know…but the evidence…she's the one wh..”

You groan, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it over your head so you couldn't hear the loud voices. “Five more minutes..mmh.” You murmur, pulling the covers over your head.

Wait..

Pillow?

Covers?

Voices?

You bolt up, ignoring the sharp pain in your head. You try to recognize your surroundings, pastel furniture, newspapers thrown askew, unattended coffee mugs on the dining table.

“Who- Who are you? Where am I?” You questioned, grabbing the closest thing next to you, a spoon, and raising it threateningly . You pointed it at the two strangers ahead of you.

One, with hair blond and bouncy, shifting from toe to toe, a drink in her hands. Her brows were furrowed, looking concerned but not too much as to step in front.

The other, dark brown hair, standing more broadly than the other, twirling a pen in hand. Her eyes scanned you, but other than feeling like she was creeping at your pages, trying to read you, you felt..seen.

Their eyes..and the facial structure. Despite their hair color, they must be related..cousins maybe? Or sisters?

“We're not going to hurt you. We found you passed out in the snow.” Said the one with brown hair, though her voice didn't soften, it was oddly..comforting.

You shook your head, you knew better than to trust strangers..you've learned that mistake the hard way.

The blonde one stepped closer, placing the drink close to you. “Just a little hot choco, sweetheart. You must've been freezing out there, all alone.” She cooed, reaching her hand out - then taking it back, like it was too soon.

“Queenie. Come on, she needs rest. We can talk to her after dinner.” The other was said, still tapping her pen.

Queenie, the blonde one, frowned. Or more like - pouted, as if she wanted to keep me company. Me. Someone she didn't even know.

You.almost hit yourself when your shoulders relaxed, sparing a small, awkward smile.

Queenie beamed at you, seeming pleased. The brown hair one rolled her eyes, dragging her out of the room.

Seriously? You let down your guard that easily?! Your mind screamed at you, you grimaced, hating how naturally you curled into the covers, resting your head on the pillow.

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guys i'm not sick anymore!!! I CAN WRITE AGAIN

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guys i'm sick :((((

YOU CAN STILL SEND SUGGESTIONS AND ILL FINISN THEM WHEN MY COLD PASSES!

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are you ready to be challenged to the swaggest swag swagger in the swaggy of swaggness

YES FINALLY..my years of training to be swaggy will finally be put to use..🧌

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every time i try to leave my pjo phase it pulls me back screaming and kicking

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OH MY GOD GUYS JTS FINALLY HERE

it took a while, but i finished that hero x villian gala trope i was talking about, enjoy!

“Hero, we’re so pleased you could make it.”

Hero smiled, though they felt like thumping their head against a wall. Every year. Every particular year, the Mayor just had to hold a masquerade ball. And this year...

“We offer to you this city’s cherished Hero, this medal. They have saved us more times than we may ever praise them. Give a round of applause, please!”

Hero pulled at their collar, stiffly waving to the public. They never appreciated coming to these events, but it’s not like they had a choice. It simply is their obligation.

They sighed. The decorative outfit they wore felt itchy and everything looked way too up-class for them. Everyone saw it was them. Why did they even have to wear another mask? And this one just had to be all frilly. It was deeply inconvenient.

Hero exhaled, wondering when they could go home.

Then, the music started.

It was soft at first, the piano notes were gentle and pure. They didn’t dislike the classical melody, but this song had vigour embedded under each note. Devotion between each rest.

Hero observed as a lady addressed another girl, pressing her lips to the other’s hand before pulling her into a waltz. And how the nobleman drinking champagne beside them squeaked when the young woman he was stealing peeks at tapped his shoulder. And again, and again and again.

Hero set down their drink firmly, strutting off to the balcony.

Love.

Oh, how Hero detested it. And hungered for it. The suffering. The delight. Butterflies skimming through your pulse. Your heart is beating rapidly with every breath. When you look at them, your knees almost buckle. When they left, your heart mourned.

It snuck up on you.

They tried, but it wasn't like they could ever have that. It almost got them both killed. Staying together in danger is worse than staying alone.

They whistled, hearing the opera from inside. They mustn't stay out here forever. Though they craved to.

The crisp air and deep olive leaves of the winter forests were settling. More serene than a ball, that’s for sure.

They took a deep breath and wandered back in. Ten seconds in (while Hero was contemplating sneaking under the dining table) the entrance doors hurled open, the music paused, and tenants stopped their dancing.

There were murmurs and gossip were heard among the crowd, along with exclamations. Hero moved near the front of the crowd, peculiar.

“My god, what kinda party is this? You’re all such a bore!” A familiar voice drawled out, along with laughter they swore they recognized. “Oh, come on folks. Do stop gawking, jealousy is a bad look on you.” The stranger pretended to dust themselves off, swiping a glass of wine off a waiter’s tray.

Hero tightened their grip on their new glass. Something about the stranger..they knew who they were yet...They were something so painstakingly obvious, the way they moved, the way they spoke, how they carried themself. Hero knew it all but..they just couldn't put their thumb on who.

Hero, bent on finding out, advanced towards the intruder, trying to watch them from a little closer. Maybe if they could see them in detail, they could recognize them.

So they watched.

Not after long, the stranger interested a group of people to question them. The intruder didn't seem shocked or appalled at this, instead, welcoming. They rushed forward into a flurry of stories and plots, saying wild things with even wilder gestures. Yet every few moments, just when Hero was relaxing into another adventure the stranger would look directly at them, a twinkle of mischief in their eyes.

It went on like that for minutes on end till Hero decided they were quite sick of it, they were probably just a homeless vagabond that they'd encountered on the road, nothing more.

They strutted over to the dining area, just as a new song started playing and immediately stuffed two miniature pig-in-a-blankets into their mouth - almost choking - as they thought once again of when they could leave.

Hero made an advance for another glass of wine before a hand swiped it up right in front of them.

"Allow me..Hero..was it?"

Hero's eyes snapped back up to the 'stranger'. They felt so silly now. It had been dead obvious who that person was.

Those leather gloves tilted the glass back and forth, watching the liquid splash from one side to another. Their eyes were full of amusement, but their lips remained shut - as if, waiting for Hero to process everything.

They could remember how those same gloves held his own hands in battle, how they felt on their skin.

"Villian."

Not a second after the word left their lips Villain beamed. "Ta-da! I thought it would be a good surprise."

"Why are you here?" Hero questioned, glancing around worryingly. There weren't any riches to be stolen or celebrities to be taken hostage...What could possibly be Villian's motive and coming to this event?

A scoff. "You always expect the worst of me, Hero. I'm just here to have fun, really." Villain placed their hand to their chest in mock emotion.

Hero narrowed their eyes. "Really? You?"

Villain shrugged, an unusually relaxed gesture for the theatric criminal. "What could I say? I'm bored, and I knew it would be a whole fuss to rob another bank, so.." Their enemy walked around Hero, handing over the glass of wine to point at their metal. "..when I heard this city's 'most beloved hero' was going to be here, I got a little excited." They broke out into a grin, adjusting their bedazzled mask.

They rolled their eyes. "I can see that."

Their nemesis grinned a little wider as if they were receiving a compliment. "So, how do I look?"

"Absolutely horrendous."

"Really?"

"No."

Hero answered, using the excuse of sipping their wine to not look into the other's eyes.

Villian hummed, setting down their drink. Confused, Hero set theirs down as well, waiting for their enemy to justify themself.

They opened their mouth to speak then shut it again. And repeated that three more times before Hero finally had enough. "Will you just spit it out already?"

Villian faltered, looking shocked for a moment at the outburst, but quickly readjusted into another smile. Less dazzling this time.

"Hero," Villain took one of their hands with their own and pulled Hero forward. "Dance with me."

They startled, confused. "I'm..sorry?"

"I said, dance with me. Well, unless you want that girl over there to be pestering you all night." They nodded toward a woman only a few feet away from them that looked around two seconds away from her pulling them into a storage closet. They shuddered, a repulsed look forming on their face.

Villain laughed, pulling their joined hands towards the few couples waltzing in the middle of the ballroom. "You do know how to dance, right?" They questioned, half-joking.

Hero cursed.

In all their preparation for the ceremony they had never factored in them actually dancing and so took no interest in learning how to waltz properly. They stared at their shoes, praying that they could remember the few months of dance class they took as a kid

"You...really don't know?"

Hero nodded stiffly, preparing for the Villain to step aside and find someone else to be entertained by - but not expecting a warmth to press on his back from their enemy's hand and to be pulled even closer than before.

"That's fine. I like a challenge. See if you can keep up, darling." Villain smirked, tightening their grip on them. Hero felt the same atmosphere of a battle, everything felt the same, everything felt..right.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Hero managed to say just before the next song came on.

And so, they danced.

And by danced, they mean fought.

As they stepped together, moving along with the beat, they could feel the fire in Villain's eyes, their breath on Hero's skin. Every moment felt red-hot. They couldn't see, hear or feel anything but the other. No one else was worthy of their attention.

Their steps got messier as the music started to speed up, they found themselves enjoying every touch that was made on their body. Every thought or image that passed through their head didn't shock them, these passionate ideas swelling out of them. They'd seen them before, they had just not let them think it.

Now they couldn't stop it. Everything was spinning too fast and their feet couldn't keep up and their hands and hands hands and body and breath - it was all too much.

As they broke away from the other, Hero felt their heart weep and his head rejoice. They couldn't bear to see the look on the other's face before rushing back to the balcony.

They detested that every breath they took felt shallow, as if the oxygen wasn’t going into their lungs at all. Loathed how their skin felt flushed, but even though they hadn’t had too much wine. Despised how it felt as if butterflies were swimming through their-

No.

Not that, Hero knew they didn't. They just couldn't.

“Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to leave your partner behind?”

Shit.

Hero gulped, trying their best to remain composed. “Partner?” They said, trying to ignore how their voice quivered with the single word.

Laughter. “In dancing, of course.” They heard footsteps, god please - please, just don't get closer to them - please just-

Their thoughts were cut short as Villain’s hand reached out, cupping their face.

“Unless..”

Hero couldn't breath or think or do anything at all. Their body felt frozen to the core. Yet somehow, their face was on fire. They hoped the dark of the night shielded their face.

Villain smiled, somehow not appearing sinister..but something else. They caressed their cheek with their thumb. Hero leaned into the touch, as much as their brain was flaring red alarm signals, their lips let out a content sigh; closing their eyes against their will.

They felt Villain's breath hitch, and Hero locked eyes with them before they could think.

Hero’s knees almost buckled, and their heart skipped. Were they moving closer? God, no it must be their imagination.

It wasn't.

They were definitely moving closer.

Hero could barely breathe as Villain licked their lips, eyes glancing down and back up.

“..Can I-”

“Yes.”

Their lips pressed together and Hero felt their heart about to burst. They chased the other's lips, feeling a smile against them. They kept their lips locked as Villain gently pushed Hero’s shoulders, pressing them against a wall. Hands explored wildly, the fire sparkled between them, like explosives.

Like..really loud explosives..and…sirens?

Hero took a breath of air, escaping Villain’s attempts at chasing their lips back.“Did you-”

Villain whined, before cocking their head to the side, as if they could hear the commotion better. “Ah, that must be Sidekick now. I really wish I didn't have to leave so soon, especially..” Their eyes gazed over Hero’s reddened face and flushed lips. They cleared their throat. “But, uh, the life of crime calls.

They adjusted their collar - making it look even more like they just climbed out of someone’s bed - and winked.

Without another word, they jumped away into the night. Leaving Hero with only their thoughts.

Oh.

Oh.

They were in love.

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OH MY GOD HERO X VILLAIN GALA OH MY GOD THE DANCING OH MY GOD THE FLIRTING OH MY GOD THE GASPS THE FEOMANXE THE

if this gets more than five notes i will scrumptiously write a delicious enemies lovers piece WITH THIS TROPE EXACRLY

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hey! so, i realize that maybe some of you guys will want writing requests and i haven't told you what i will write and what i won't :) so here we go

i will write:

• y/n inserts with any of the fandoms below (if you specify if you want it gender-neutral, female y/n, male y/n, e.t.c)

• harry potter works

• fantastic beasts and where to find them

• how to train your dragon

•percy jackson

• the mortal instruments

•chronicles of narnia

• hunger games

•corpse bride (i'm not sure if anyone needs this though)

• avatar: the last airbender

• fnaf

• saiki k

• voltron

•ninjago

• attack on titan ( i need to catch up on the episodes though :))

• yuri!! on ice

• hunter x hunter

• haikyuu!!

• death note

• ouran highschool host club

• pokémon

• winx club

• jjk

•owl house

• gravity falls

• adventure time

• star vs the forces of evil

• steven universe

• bungou stray dogs

• vanitas no carte

• sailor moon

• omori

• my little pony friendship is magic

• mostly any studio ghbil film

• slightly suggestive works

• ddlc

i won't do:

• anything from bts

• anything from one direction

• and no smut

thank you! please please please ask me to write whenever, at most i'll take a 1-5 days (prob less) to complete it, but i'll try to get it out in good time :) 

you can ask me for anything else and it'll probably be a yes

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"What’s in it for me, Commoner? It’s an honour for someone as poor as you to even talk with a person like me"

"If you beat me, I’ll do whatever you want. Come on, darling. Dance with me."

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Green Envy Part Two

part one

“Shit.”

Villain popped their lips, peeking out the alley. “Now that doesn't mean we need such strong language.”

“We?” Hero prompted, though they already knew the answer. They've always had a silent truce to help each other, they were eternal enemies. And no one else’s.

“Of course! After all,” Villain circled around them, the sound of sirens getting closer. “we are partners in crime, Hero.” They winked, stretching their arm over their head.

They opened their mouth to ask what Villain was doing before their nemesis backed up a few paces, locking eyes with Hero, and jumped.

Their hands locked onto a pipe, swinging their body around, before using the momentum to land on top of the wedged apartment they- Well, now just Hero, were backed into.

“Are you a fucking gymnast or something?” Hero scoffed, trying to find a way to get where Villain was without..breaking a few limbs. And fast.

Villain put a hand to their mouth, muffing their giggles. “Oh, Hero. Please don't tell me you're going to try what I just did. Use the ladder.”

They quickly climbed the ladder, hearing the police cars just a few meters from where they were. “There..was..a ladder. This entire time.” Hero deadpanned, trying to fill their lungs with as much oxygen as possible.

“What can I say? I’m flexible, darling, not just on the battlefield-”

“Police, hands where we can see them! Hand over the money!”

“They always interrupt at the worst tim- Eek!”

Hero yanked Villain’s hand mid sentence, joining it with their own. They paused for a second, just a second. It would be so easy, to just hand them over. Be done with Villain. Be done with those charming comments. With those deep green eyes. That silky voice. Those- Yeah, fuck it.

They set in motion, sprinting over buildings. They weren't chasing Villain, weren’t stopping their intricate plots but the feeling was still there. Every pore that touched their skin felt like it was on fire. Their core felt weak, yet pulsating with energy.

It was so..confusing..What was this? Hate?

Villain stopped moving, abruptly. To their dismay, their joined hands were ripped apart. “Why’d you..” Hero trailed off, gaze snapping on to the calculating look on their enemy’s face. They knew that face all too well. It had been used against them many times. And, they were glad it wasn't for once, they had the chance to analyze it.

Villain’s eyes were narrowed, piercing and sharp. Their nose was scrunched up in a matter one could only describe as cute. Hero blinked, trying to re-focus. Strands of hair were stuck to Villain’s forehead, Hero’s hand stretched out before their mind could keep up.

Villain’s breath hitched, , and Hero almost expected them to jerk back from the touch. They brushed the wet hair to the side of Villain’s forehead.

shitshitshitshitshitshit - didtheyreallyjustdothat

Hero couldn't stop the strangled noise that escaped their lips. Quickly unfreezing, they snapped their hand away from their rival.

Villain blinked. Slowly, their lips curled up into a grin.

Hero quickly cleared their throat, not giving their adversary the chance to say a word. “..Let's find a place to hide from the cops. They've started climbing, and there's an alleyway below us.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

“Just shut up and run.”

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Yo that green envy story is super cool do you have an AO3?

thank you so much! i do have an ao3 account, however, i haven't posted anything there just yet. but i've been planning to once school calms down! :)

so, if you want to have it until then, no problem: https://archiveofourown.org/users/starrysappyideas

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Green Envy

hero x villain prompt (would you guys want a second part to this? i have some ideas ;))

Hero dashed between the buildings, feeling the adrenaline rush through their body. They locked their gaze onto the criminals a few paces away from them. 

Hero was bored. There was no sign of anything serious for weeks now. Just amateur felons doing amateur things. They could easily leave it to some minor heroes, but they needed something to do. At least, other than sitting around and waiting for…No, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Hero rounded a corner, almost tripping on their own feet. Why would they want to think of Villain? Yet they always find their mind wandering back to them. 

They jogged, barely having to put any effort into keeping up with the robbers in front of them. Hero wondered what Villain could be plotting, they hadn't heard a word from them, and no activity in any of their missions. It gave them a feeling of little ants crawling over their skin, waiting till they all start to bite. Beneath the stress and the suspicion, there was something else. 

Hero bolted up a ladder, knowing that they could easily cut the criminals off around the next building. All this chasing was making it worse for them to focus on the mission when all their brain kept doing was going back to the person they loathed. Loathed so much 

They jumped down, prepared to face the runaway robbers...Only to be completely alone. I'm in a dark alley. Hero dragged a hand down their face, groaning into their hands. How could they have gotten this distracted? Hero let the criminals get away and they were lost. They had almost felt it again, the feeling of being..alive. Feel their veins pumping out of their skin, and their body pricking with excitement. 

Hero frowned. This was nice, sure. But, as much as they hate to say it, it's not the same as it is with-

“Oh, Hero. I can't believe you missed me so much you started going after amateur villains,” A voice they knew too well drawled out, just a few inches behind them. “what? Am I just that charming?” 

For the first time in what felt like ages, Hero breathed. Finally, there was that feeling they were chasing. The feeling of little fireworks exploding in their head. The feeling of his blood rushing so fast to their head, they could barely think. 

“Villain.” Oh, god, how Hero has missed that feeling. “So, you're alive.”  

The villain laughed, walking until they and the Hero were face to face. “Why? Did you actually miss me?” They almost reminded the hero of a thirteen-year-old girl begging for gossip. 

They rolled their eyes, scanning the Villain for any changes. Same piercing green eyes, same dotted freckles peeking beneath their mask, same delicate lips, almost pink with colour. They quickly flicked their gaze back up to the Villain’s eyes, trying to focus.  “Oh, yes. Really, I've been longing to punch you for days now, I even had it saved on my calendar.” Hero’s voice was dreadfully sarcastic, mimicking the pouty voice Villain often used. 

Villain’s eyes lit up, mischief clear in them. Hero focused on breathing, the site of those eyes disgusted them so much that their heart wept, flushing the Hero’s skin. They ripped their gaze away, fearing they may start drowning in those green landscapes their enemy possessed. 

Gleefully, Villain began to walk towards the alley exit, a worrying half-smile on their lips.“That's just perfect...because I'm pretty sure those police officers think we robbed the bank.” 

“Shit.”

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THIS ⁉️⁉️ this trope always hits omg

Prompt (59)

The villain hated the hero. They hated the hero's perfect lips and kind eyes. They hated their slim fingers and rounded nails. The hero's big laughs and how their hair slid down their face when the giggles overcame them and their head dipped.

The villain most of all hated that their hand itched to reach out when the hero was near them. They hated how their body seized up, how flight-or-fight instincts ran through their mind. They hated the control the hero had over them, and they would make them pay.

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friends to lovers piece part two!!

PART TWO (I couldn't help myself)                                                                            

“I love you, Colton.”

Ah, shit.

Why. Did. He. Have. To. Say. It. Like. That

That was platonic, right?

Didn’t sound platonic. 

Oh, shut up.

“That doesn’t count!”

Colton contradicted, pushing his friend in the opposite direction so he didn’t have to look at him.

Stupid Lucian, with his stupid sliver eyes and stupid smirk and stupid kissable lips and stupid hair and-

“Oh? Why doesn’t it count, exactly?” Lucian asked, who had somehow turned around, grinning at his reaction. 

Who even invented words? They should be banned, especially for Lucian Kamari.

“Because...uh..well, because...you..uh…”

Again, who invented words? Why can’t we just whistle or something?

“Because, me, what?”

God, that smile…

Ugh.

Focus, Colton. 

“Because, Lucky, you didn’t do it properly.”

There. That should do it. 

“Ah, I  see. That makes sense.”

Now everything can go back to normal and he won’t have weird thoughts-

“Then, to prevent further accidents, why don’t you demonstrate for me?”

Fuck.

“Or, I could try again, if you’d like.”

Fuck.

Colton sprang up, stepping on a few flowers accidentally. 

“ No! That’s okay. It’s fine. I can do it.”

No, he couldn’t.

“Great.”

This is the worst experience of his life.

“Amazing.”

Terrible.

“Fantastic.”

He’s going to regret his existence for this moment.

“Terrific.”

It would be great if the ground would swallow him, right now.

“So..are you going to say it or..”

Lucian asked, now standing as well.

He stared intensely at the grass, before mumbling something incoherently.

“What was that?”

Another mumble.

“I’m sorry, could you say that again?”

A slightly louder mumble.

“Huh, must be the wind, do yo-

Colton snapped, frustrated. He pulled Lucian’s collar down till they were at the same height, maybe a bit closer than five inches.

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a friends to lovers piece since they own my heart!!

Part one

Lucian stared at his best friend.

Like, stared-stared.

There’s nothing wrong with that, I mean, when was the last time he really looked at him?

His hair had grown out a bit, covering the top of his eyebrows. His green eyes seem to shimmer more than usual, the rays of the sun complementing the matching leaves. 

There was a tiny beauty mark above his left eyebrow, tilting when he smiles. His skin looked smooth but at the same time, there were small freckles that spread out over his arms in the summer, like specks of sand. 

His lips were pink and lush, soft but sweet. He could only guess how they tasted, maybe like strawberries.

Wait. What?

Lucian flushed, waving away the thoughts.

It was his best friend! He couldn’t ruin their friendship, but still…

“Lucky! I found enough! God, who knew collecting flowers took so long.” 

Colton sprang up from the ground, struggling to carry three handfuls of flowers without crushing them.

Lucian chuckled, swinging one leg off the low branch where he sat to aid him.

“I see. That looks like a lot, do you want-”

“Lucian Vera Kamari, if you say help I will personally throw you in the river.” 

“Like you could.” 

“I heard that, young man! And, I am personally offended.” 

“Stay offended.”

Colton gasped, putting a hand to his chest. He plopped all the flowers beside them, sitting down behind Lucian to braid his hair.

“After all I did for you, you’re breaking my heart.”

“Weren’t you just about to throw me in the river?”

“I wasn’t actually going to.”

“So, you admit you’re not strong enough.”

“That is besides that point! First, apologize for breaking my heart.”

“I’m truly sorry, it was beyond my desire or hopes to accidentally achieve such a terrible result.”

“Good. Now, say you love me.”

“What?”

He was quite glad that Colton couldn’t see his blush. They had said things like this multiple times, so why does it feel different now?

“I said, say you love me, idiot.” 

Colton pulled on his hair, he could practically hear his famous eye roll of self-importance. 

“But wh- Ow! Oka, oka- ow! I’ll do it, stop destroying my precious locks!”

Lucian twisted around, facing his best friend. He leaned in a bit closer, about five inches apart.

[starrysappyideas]

hi! okay, i'll be posting my own writing time to time, here's something i'm working on :)

CHAPTER ONE All she could see was the big, red zero. Not the teacher’s disappointment glaring down at her. Not the giggles and groans of her classmates recovering their own tests around her. Ivy Miller had never failed a test. Until now. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and she cursed herself. Crying? Seriously, over a test? No way she's that pathetic. She quickly covered it with a yawn, rubbing her eyes quickly.  Ivy peeked back at the test, dread tangling in her stomach, how could she have messed up this badly? She could already hear her family’s reactions. The pursing of her mother’s lips, anger strong in her eyes. The wince her father would make, sadness pulling down his eyes. Her sister’s bored look, a lift in her eyebrows.  Lost in thought of how badly Ivy screwed her life, she barely heard the bell ring. Quickly grabbing her things, she rushed out of the room, rushing right into someone.  “Ow- what the- oh. It's you..even better.” A high-pitched voice rang out, laced with annoyance. She glanced up, immediately regretting it. “Seriously, Miller, don't you ever pay attention?”  Ivy almost screamed right there. This day was getting worse per minute. “Maybe you should've been looking around instead of sticking your head up the teacher's ass, Hartley.” She stood, collecting what was hers off the floor.  The girl wrinkled her nose. Amani Hartley. Ivy had been competing with her for best marks since third grade. They both knew each other better than anyone else. Hate can be stronger than anything, especially when you know exactly how to get under someone’s skin.  Amani bent down to pick up the few papers she was carrying. “You're just jealous of my extra credit, while you..” She trailed off, eyes latching on to Ivy’s disaster test.  She moved to grab it but it was too late. Amani’s lips quirked up, almost laughing. Her eyes were full of fake sympathy. “Oh, Miller..seems you lost your charm. I'm always free for tutoring, you know.” The offer was extremely sarcastic, asking Amani Hartley for tutoring was like telling your parents that they were right about an argument.  Not hesitating to roughly bump into her as she walked away Ivy stuck the rest of her things into her bag. “Maybe in your dreams.” She said halfheartedly, not caring if Amani heard or not. God, all she wanted to do was curl up into a little ball on the floor and die, but before she could, she felt a tap on her shoulder.   Ivy turned, an insult on her tongue, “Jesus, Ivy, you look like you just ingested rat poison.” “No, no, I think that’s just her face.”   She let out a breath, Cherry Hale and Jackson Candella. Two of her closest friends.  Her face broke out into a grin. “Amani.” She explained, her friends exchanging knowing looks.  “You know, you guys have way more in common than you think, maybe…you could be friends?” Jackson suggested, softening his words the way he always does.   No. Being friends with Amani Hartley? She almost burst into laughter at the thought. “No fucking way. That bitch is holding hands with the devil already.”   Cherry chuckled, her braids swaying with the movement. “You’ve been neck to neck with her since y’all were kids, Abby was so jealous of her.” She popped a piece of gum in her mouth, casually dropping Ivy’s ex-girlfriend's name like nothing.  Jackson winced as if it was his ex. “Hey, Cher..maybe we shouldn’t..”  Ivy laughed it off, punching Jackson in the shoulder. “Guys, it’s no big deal. Let’s go get some lunch.”

[starrysappyideas]

just an idea!

First time. It's the first time she's bled. The first time she's bled in the presence of another, letting her weakness show. Pour out, seep from her core. Kaia shuddered into the other's grasp, clutching her dress. She dare not look up into her eyes, the ones before her. to see the disgust of being so close to her, a disgusting, vile creature like herself.

Slowly, but surely, she felt a presence reach onto her head, warm and careful. It lifted itself up, before dropping back down petting her head.

Kaia wept into her arms, and wept. Confusing swelling her brain. How could she hold her like this? Her, a monster?

The presence moved up, her head falling down onto the chair. She longed for that warmth, that pillar where she could centre herself. How dare she feel like this, this revolting feeling pooling through her body. The fluttering of her blood, and the twisting of her pores.

How could a vile being who rips her to shreds be the same person as the one who fills the hole in her heart? Kaia didn't know. She didn't know if she was ever going to find out. Would she be okay with that? She didn't know.

She glanced up at Melody, her stomach twisting in a way she could tell was trouble. The girl's eyes were alight, her lips stretched from her wide smile, a comforting smile stretched so wide she felt the need to press her own lips to them, to nurse them till they were plump and fresh.

Kaia cursed herself. Digusting, disgusting, disgusting. How could she think things like this?