#milkshkcs

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 ／  &. @milkshkcs.

                       as  the  door  swings  open  to  allow  her  slender  frame  to  slip  through,  the  small  brunette  doesn’t  miss  a  beat.  standing  outside  in  the  cold  she’d  already  glanced  at  her  watch  a  time  or  two,  and  it  was  clear  by  the  look  on  her  friend’s  face  as  he  let  her  inside  that  he  hadn’t  a  clue  as  to  why  she  was  there.  ‘  hey  mac,  what’s  up  ?  ’  proceeds  to  greet  him  before  offering  any  sort  of  explanation,  a  warm  smile  adorning  her  features  as  she  pulls  the  sleeves  of  her  oversized  denim  jacket  down  over  her  hands.  pauses  for  a  moment  before  speaking,  her  eyes  traveling  around  the  all  too  familiar  apartment  in  search  of  her  boyfriend.  ‘  trent  was  supposed  to  take  me  out  to  dinner  tonight,  is  he  ..  home  ?  ’  absentmindedly,  femme  licks  her  licks  and  takes  a step  towards  the  other  male,  eyes  wide  as  she  looks  up  at  him  awaiting  a  response.  

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it’s all just TOO much — the flashbacks, the g h o s t of the feeling of skin on skin. it ( n e v e r ) should have happened, and in the mere HOURS following, it’s a load that the tiny brunette can no longer bear. it may not be the ideal time to walk outside, SUNDRESS that feels nothing but dirty clinging to her skin in the wind and the rain as she makes her way to the dorm that offers both immense relief and punishment. limbs are numb as they carry her up the stairs, white knuckles G R I P P I N G onto the rail as if it’s the only thing connecting her to the ground. everything is wrong, and even the five showers she’s taken since then haven’t been enough to make her feel C L E A N – this, this is the only way.

HYSTERICAL would be the ( only ) way that one could possibly describe the current state of the tiny brunette, p o u n d i n g on her best friends door in the SAME manner that the sins she’d committed are begging to leap from her lips. it was a MISTAKE, one stupid mistake that was sure to ruin everything. the worst part ? katie is going to be the one to tell her — here, NOW —- if there’s going to be one thing done right in the whole, fucked up situation, it will be this. the paneling of the door swings shut ALL TOO SOON, and the tears start flowing immediately, ( NO ) intention of stopping for the f o r s e e a b l e future. “ holland — i, we — we need to talk. ” the other has NO CLUE of the news that’s about to alter their friendship ( f o r e v e r ), no idea of the secrets begging to spill from the bitten skin of her lips. “ i’m SORRY, i’m so SORRY. if you know anything at all, please, just know THAT. ”

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pass the happy! 🌻🌈 when you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

ok ok im going to edit this a BIT & list 5 people that make me happy!!

1. @trackmind honesty amanda, i don’t know if id still be on this site if you weren’t here. you inspire me so much as a writer, and are one of the best friends i have on here. you are incredibly talented and warm, and always writing such complex character’s that put mine to shame. and let’s not even talk about your html skills, because you are easily one of the best at it. i just adore you as a person, inside and out. you never fail to make me smile and every time i see you write, i am SO inspired to write myself. u make me wanna be a better writer. i loooove u . 

2. @ovcrheels moni !!! one of my original fav people ever. your writing ??? puts mine to shAME !!! like every reply, every word ... im always in love with every muse of urs, because they are all so well thought out and portrayed. im so glad you are back and writing again. it wasn’t the same here Without you. you are also just so fun and always a joy to Talk to. u always make me laugh, and come up with the BEST plots whenever we write. it’s insane. i looove you My dear . 

3. @hiitchhikers  brittany !! another writer whose words legiT inspire me every day. i love every muse, and am constantly stalking her replies just to READ them. i love how she makes her characters well rounded people, how she never fails to make me fall in love with every muse. i also love her spirit ??? she seems like such a fighter and i really appreciate this in a person and friend. and while we dont talk as much, i really miss that. shes one of my absolute faves. loooove u . 

4. @bxdyrxck jess !!! one of the sweetest, best people on this planet ... ok, she is never not down for a plot. she matches my insane writing length, but does it WAY BETTER. like every sentence, every word ... it takes me to another world. it always makes me so inspired, to think out and plot out every move of my characters. i just loooooooooooove her too. shes always been so kind, and always so sweet. and whenever she isn’t on, im like WHERE IS JESS ??? i need jess !!! i looove u and u always inspire me !! 

5. @milkshkcs ricki !!! ok we just started writing but wow, have i fallen in love FAST with our thread together !! and every time we talk about ur muses, im in love with them instantly. you are so kind and sweet to me, and i totally dont deserve it. and u are SO TALENTED. just reading ur threads, even with other people, inspires me so much. the talent !! the beauty of ur theme !!! i just adore u already . i loooo ve u . 

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SECRET SANTA  → KATIE + HOLLAND

❝ thanks for being my best friend, holl. merry christmas ! spoiler alert: i was your secret santa, and i got you a spa weekend getaway, because who deserves this more than us ?  ❞ ( @milkshkcs )

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✴ for beck & alex 😔🤟

it was another late night for alexander, he was headed to one of his father’s company parties per usual. the only reason the male would come to these events was because of beckham so he was excited to see him there, hopefully. he ran his fingers through his hair slowly before making his entrance into the party. he made his way through the crowd but couldn’t find the other anywhere so he headed towards the door that led to an alley way and as soon as he opened the door he saw beckham standing there, lips pressed against some random’s. he shook his head, chewing hard at his lower lip as he clenched his fists. “what the hell, beck?” he said, trying not to look at the other.

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                                      (   &   ╱   secret santa ‘18   —   @milkshkcs !   )  

   adrian had already listened to an hour’s worth of kaden’s festively written songs, almond sneaking into the lyrics of a few songs he could only roll his eyes to. polar opposites these two were, l i g h t and DARK in their nature and when adrian pulled out his name, clueless washed over his entire face. he was never good at this sort of stuff, gift giving, high spirits, but the group had welcomed him in with open arms, a big grump like him couldn’t be more than appreciative. despite the majority of his differences, he loved kaden and his organic love for the world and everyone around him ( a little too much at first, but the doses of kaden would only increase ), a quality he could only admire, fantasise a replication if the gods ever deemed him worthy.

   christmas had never been a particularly fond memory for the miscreant, foster homes or the city’s streets, the season never carried a warmth other might have experienced. adrian had grown rather immune to holiday and in the years that turned a pure soul to ash, it become another day worthless to a boy looking for a quick buck. gifts were hardly a thing for the boy, a few BLACK eyes and bloody noses some of the things he’d receive instead, sans the few cherished ( read also: only ) gifts astrid would make shift back in the system, a crafted key chain she gifted still adorning his keys. he knew what this holiday meant now, and he’d be damned if his own bad run would stop him from making it better with his new found family — not that you’d catch those words coming from his mouth. 

   “ kaden ! ” he’s beaming over the echoed sounds of music as he makes his way back into the living room turned arena for the muso, drinks accopying both hands. “ it’s intermission time, yeah ? i made you a drink, well, i didn’t. katie did, and she said you’d love it. ”

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SECRET SANTA  → NELLY + HOLDEN.

❝ what are the odds, huh ? anyways --- maybe this is overstepping, but everybody needs a friend. i know you have some, and i know you avoid making more, but this guy will love you forever. anyways, merry christmas holden. ❞ ( @milkshkcs )

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​​✿ ┊ @milkshkcs ; nelly + holden. 〗

nelly simply REFUSES to admit the fact that she’s grown rather attached to the puppy currently biting at the laces of her shoes as she attempts to tie them up. it’s finally time to go over to the rhodes household and hand cerberus [ fondly called rus for the past few days ] over to his real owner. his ( C O N S I S T E N T ) barking is enough to make her at least minorly thankful, though there is a pang in her chest as she lifts him from the floor and heads towards the door. their walk is a short one, much unlike the ones that they’ve taken to having on a daily basis, and the black lab is practically running LAPS around her legs with each step. “ rus -- calm down, angel. it’s okay, just another snow ! we went through this a couple days ago. same stuff, little dude. ” it’s almost as IF he can understand her, the way he immediately begins keeping her pace when they approach his front door. fingers instinctively grasp the mistletoe in her pocket, ( f l u t t e r i n g ) heart making the decision for her that she’s just MUCH too nervous in the first place to even think about it. the leash that she’s got ‘round her wrist is JUST long enough for her short lived companion to find himself some entertainment around the corner of the porch, just out of sight enough that he’ll SURELY be surprised when the big reveal comes. fist comes into contact with the cool wood of the door, a slight grin on glossy lips when it’s pulled open. her breath is VISIBLE in the cool air, flakes falling from the sky behind her making the scene quite picturesque when she finally breathes “ merry christmas, holden. ”