ANGIE.

INDIE ACCOUNT. 28 Years Old. Female. She/Her. Open for writing. Read rules, please. main muses currently: elias carmichael, adeline sparks, nevaeh sanford & wesley mason.

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Angie. 28 Years Old. GMT+1. Indie / 1x1 roleplayer. Pretty much open to writing with most people as I’m new to the scene. I love all kinds of themes, although there will be smut, and darker / taboo plots featured on this page. I will tag triggering subjects. Minors DNI. 

I am actively looking for writers to write with. 

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THE GREY MAN (2022) dir. The Russo Brothers ↳ Chris Evans as Lloyd Hansen  

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Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller in THE LAST OF US (2023-) S01E06 | “Kin”

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plotting / writing call.

I’m taking a little time off dash roleplaying and mainly on discord until after my surgery as I find it easier to navigate / create worlds. Because I’m not working right now I have a lot of time to write. So please see the below and like if you’re interested.

My name’s Angie and I’m a 28 year old female (she/her) roleplayer looking for DISCORD writing partners. I’m happy to play males and females, however I ask unless we’re mutuals that you’re willing to play both to level the playing fields. I always create a server so we can world build, create NPCs and really get to know our characters as I find this is the best way to keep muse alive and worlds expanding. I’d like to meet someone with as much energy as me so we can really create something special.

I’m interested in, but not limited too, crime, taboo, romance, arranged marriages (socialite etc), slice of life, apocolypse worlds and a/b/o dynamics. There are many more that I’ll happily try if discussed.

P.S - if someone is willing to roleplay and then later down the line edit the threads together into a joint novel, this is something I’d been even more interested in. However, this isn’t a must but more a suggestion.

Just like the post or drop me a dm if you’re interested.

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THE ❝ WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO FALL IN LOVE ❞ PLOT IDEAS LIST 

muse A is more inexperienced romantically/sexually and has a horrible unrequited crush they’re trying to get over;  they know muse B is sexually adventurous and approach them about a casual hookup to help them get past their feelings.  it’s supposed to be platonic but they end up having good chemistry and keep finding themselves coming back to each other.  

muse A is trying to get over an ex and muse B is known to prefer casual hookups rather than dating so muse A approaches them for rebound sex.  as expected,  they say yes.  however,  muse B has secretly been harboring feelings for them. 

muse A is important to a loved one of muse B who made them promise to take care of muse A while they’re gone  (  either on a death bed,  separated by war,  had to move etc.  ).  muse B is begrudging about the unwanted responsibility at first but over the course of their time spent together starts to develop romantic feelings.  they know acting on it would compromise their promise,  but they can’t help themselves.  

muse A is inexperienced sexually and never quite seems to get any relationships to work.  they approach the more experienced muse B and asks them to teach them,  wanting to just get to have the experiences,  having ‘given up on love.’ muse B is supposedly jaded towards committed relationships as well and has no problem agreeing,  however they find themselves far more attracted to muse A than they first planned. 

muse A and muse B are friends.  neither of them have had much luck with relationships so they decide to platonically begin to hookup.  it’s fun to explore and get experience with each other without all the expectations and pressure.  however,  they both start to develop feelings over time,  and both assume it’s unrequited. 

muse A is a prisoner and muse B is their guard,  enemies of circumstance more than principle.  they spend a lot of times stuck with each other which leads to them talking into the nights.  muse B begins to grow and attachment and muse A finds themselves trusting them despite themselves.  the only problem is muse A is likely to be executed. 

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I’m taking a little time off dash roleplaying and mainly on discord until after my surgery as I find it easier to navigate / create worlds. Because I’m not working right now I have a lot of time to write. So please see the below and like if you’re interested. 

My name’s Angie and I’m a 28 year old female (she/her) roleplayer looking for DISCORD writing partners. I’m happy to play males and females, however, I tend to have more male muses. I always create a server so we can world build, create NPCs and really get to know our characters as I find this is the best way to keep muse alive and worlds expanding. I’d like to meet someone with as much energy as me so we can really create something special. 

I’m interested in, but not limited too, crime, taboo, romance, arranged marriages (socialite etc), slice of life, apocolypse worlds and a/b/o dynamics. There are many more that I’ll happily try if discussed. 

P.S - if someone is willing to roleplay and then later down the line edit the threads together into a joint novel, this is something I’d been even more interested in. However, this isn’t a must but more a suggestion.

Just like the post or drop me a dm if you’re interested. 

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Part two to my Chris Evans fan fic will be here in a couple days! Sorry about the hold up, life has been a bit busy this week. Unusual Circumstances can be found HERE.

Replies to my rp group and 1 x 1′s will be a priority on discord today and tomorrow.

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Do I write and post part two of Unusual Circumstances ( My Steve Rogers fic ) sooner than I intended or do I post the first chapter to my other fan fiction coming which is Ari Levison and follows a zombie apocalypse and how he meets a survival group and the woman who runs it.

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Are your requests open for Chris Evans only or do you write other people? I loved unusual circumstances so much.

Hello!

Firstly thank you so much, you read that so fast and I'm honestly flattered! I will write the following and I hope this helps if you do have any requests.

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Ari Levison

Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

Frank Adler

Bucky Barnes

Joel Miller (Last of Us)

Thank you for the love regarding Unusual Circumstances. This is my first ever Steve Rogers fic and I'm honestly loving it so far. If I get enough interest I'll be posting more and more parts, who doesn't love a love triangle and a mystery wrapped in one?

Lots of love for the question!

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Unusual Circumstances. Part 1.

Summary  ── AU. Unusual Circumstances follows the story of Ellie Rhead, one of the best criminal profilers in the country. Steve, Bucky and Ellie have been best friends since high school, however, that all changed when Bucky vanished without a trace and now Ellie has dedicated her life to finding him. And what happens when Steve has to watch the woman he’s fallen in love with pine for another man.

Pairing  ── Steve Rogers x Fem!OC. Bucky Barnes x Fem!OC

Warnings  ── Jealous Steve, OC jealousy, Swearing, conversations topics of sex, masturbation, abduction murder and serial killers, angst, fluff, drinking, smoking weed.

Word Count  ── 2.909K

Author Note  ── This is NOT beta read so all the mistakes are my own. This is my first ever fic on this blog. Please like and leave comments on this to let me know if you’d like a part two. Future parts will feature flash backs to when they all met, how Bucky disappeared, the case as it proceeds, their lives at home, what happened to him and of course a juicy love story. 

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN. 

185 days. That’s how many it’d been and it still didn’t get any easier.

‘’When was the last time you slept?’’ Steve grumbled from the sofa, flicking through the channels with boredom etched into every movement. It was a good question, in all honestly she wasn’t sure when the last time she’d managed to get a decent amount of sleep was. 

How could she when he was out there still?

Ellie’s chartreuse orbs were fixated on the paper work that lay scattered across her old oak desk, each detailing news articles that she’d poured relentlessly over. It was all part of the evidence she’d been collecting since he went missing. Some days it still didn’t feel real, she felt like she was in mourning every time she breathed, resonating deep within her chest.

The day Bucky vanished both she and Steve had been frantic. And now six months later it had become truly real that they may never find him. That he may truly be gone and while Steve had seemed to some what accepted it, Ellie couldn’t.

‘‘Y’know if you keep reading that shit your heads gonna’ explode.’‘ Steve whispered deeply, pushing to stand before walking over and resting his shoulder against the door frame. She knew if she looked up she’d find his piercing blue orbs shining with concern. 

‘‘Maybe another coffee will help --- ‘‘ Ellie began.

‘‘No. You’ve had enough caffeine, you need sleep.’‘ He wasn’t being mean, she knew it came from a place of concern and love but she didn’t want to hear it. She couldn’t.

It came out before she could stop herself.

‘‘I need Bucky.’‘ She snapped, instantly regretting it when he recoiled his eyes fluttering shut while he did that thing he where breathed deeply through his nose. She never spoke to him like that, it wasn’t they way they worked. ‘‘Sorry Steve.’‘ She muttered instantly raking her hands through the locks that framed her face. ‘‘Sorry.’‘ She muttered once more before pushing her face into her hands with a sigh. 

For a moment he felt that hurt swirl in his sternum, it stung to know that he wasn’t enough. He missed Bucky more than anyone would ever realize, he’d just learnt to channel his pain into other things. He hadn’t given up but he wasn’t letting it control his life anymore. He couldn’t. It’d been eating him alive, tearing him apart piece by piece. Ellie just hadn’t yet learned that she needed to keep herself healthy if she wanted to survive this.

Steve knew that she was over tired, he could see it, so with a sad sigh he closed the space between them pulling her up and into his arms. She was tense, unable to let that grief stop consuming her as the sobs wracked her from her body. How could it have been over six months with no sign of him. They knew he wouldn’t have just left. 

They’d never been apart this long since they’d became friends. 

‘’I just don’t know how we haven’t found him.’’ She sobbed into his chest, winding her arms around his middle to cuddle herself closer. Steve in that moment felt his own lip tremble. He hated how in pain she was and he missed his friend dearly. 

‘’I don’t know, Ellie. I wish I did. But I can’t give you the answers I so badly want too.’’  

For a while they stood in each others embrace allowing themselves to live in the pain that had been consuming them since that night. Steve’s hand finding home on he back, rubbing his hands up and down to soothe her the best he could. Ellie hadn’t noticed the longing looks that had developed over the last three years, the want and need that lingered in Steve’s orbs. 

He’d wondered at night if it’d always been there but he knew that he could never act on them. The two had always remained platonic, the best of friends and part of the trio. Steve was also keenly aware of the relationship Ellie and Bucky had, they had fun always up to something, flirty banter something they both found humor in and he’d always had to watch. Steve and Ellie had their moments they’d just always related on a more deep and emotional level. He honestly felt like she was the only person he could truly open up and be himself around. 

‘‘God, I’m sorry. I’m such a mess.’‘ Ellie muttered, sniffling as she finally began to stop crying. He didn’t let go though, resting his chin on her head. He remembered her saying that she always felt safe when he hugged her, and so any chance he got, Steve made sure to do just that.

‘‘You never have to apologize, El, y’know that.’‘ Steve hummed which made her cling to him a little harder. Ellie had for the longest time felt so comfortable around Steve most people mistook them as a couple, she was quick to tell them that they weren’t that. She’d laugh and tell the people that they were crazy. 

Yet, in his arms she felt at home. But some much of her longed for Bucky. It felt like it was killing her, and nights had become restless. She missed talking to him for hours on her patio, laughing until the sun came up or the long nights at Roosters, their favorite dive bar in town. 

‘‘We’re meant to be going to Roosters tonight.’‘ Ellie sniffled pulling back to take a look at the towering male whose beard and hair had grown out, a long piece falling in front of his eyes as he took a look at her, letting his thumb swipe away the stray tears. 

‘‘I know you don’t want to, but I think it’ll be good for you to get outta’ the house.’‘ Steve spoke softly but it was still firm. He knew she needed to be somewhere that wasn’t her place or the office. ‘‘Plus when was the last time me and you actually did karaoke?’‘ Steve smirked.

He earned a giggle from Ellie and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He wanted to capture it on a recording so he’d never forget it. ‘’There she is.’’ He chimed, looking down upon her sweetly. ‘’What d’ya say?’’ Steve probed wanting to at least attempt to get her to go out. 

‘‘Okay, fine. But you’re paying.’‘ Ellie cooed, slapping her hand on his chest finally pulling away from his embrace. In a matter of moments it went from sweet and tender back to their usual. And while Steve had longed to stay there longer, she was already turning and walking away.

Because she had no idea about the way she affected Steve Rogers. 

The music boomed from the speakers that Ellie was pretty sure were on their way out, the smell of beer lingering like stench in the air and floors that her shoes would stick to when she walked across the room. The best way to describe this place was a dive bar, or some form of almost derelict establishment. Roosters was a bar they’d stumbled upon in college, it’d been cheap and Bucky had worked part time behind the bar in the summers before he got a job as a fancy lawyer for a firm just twenty minutes out of town. 

And even when they moved up in the world and could have afforded to drink in much nicer places they still always came here. It was like a second home to them, they were friends with pretty much most of the regulars and they served the best hot nuts. Ellie couldn’t help remember him in here with them, all of them here until closing when they were told they had to go. 

Or the last conversation she had with Bucky. One that she’d never tell Steve about.

‘‘That’s a whiskey for you.’‘ Steve said, placing the drink down, before dropping into his own seat. ‘‘And a Shir--’’ He didn’t even get to finish before Ellie jumped in.

‘‘You’re drinking red wine?’‘ She teased, running her tongue across her bottom lip to stop the laughter from tumbling from her lips. 

‘‘You always make fun of my drink choices.’‘ 

‘‘That’s because your drink choices are....questionable.’‘ She scrunched up her nose. She’d never been a fan of red, and no matter how many times Steve tried to convince her otherwise, it was utterly disgusting. 

‘‘Okay, Mrs fancy criminal profiler with her whiskey.’‘ Steve managed to get out before they both burst into laughter. For a moment he realized that this was the most fun they’d had in what felt like weeks and they’d only just got here. He was hopeful. Telling himself that she just needed to get out and have some fun. Remember what living felt like. 

‘‘What are you singing tonight, then?’‘ Ellie asked smirking into her drink. Instantly she felt his side gaze burning into her. 

‘‘We not duet-ing?’‘ Steve asked furrowing his brows. 

‘‘Yes, of course. I need to make sure we get our rendition of 500 Miles in before the nights over. But I remember last time we were in here I won a bet.’‘ And instantly realization dawned on him. 

‘‘Oh you’re good.’‘ He grumbled having completely forgotten. 

The last time they’d found themselves in this establishment they’d decided to see who could out drink the other. The loser had to get up on stage and sing something that made them think of the winner. And as the blush tinted Steve’s cheeks, he couldn’t help himself think of the many songs that he found himself thinking about Ellie as he listened. 

‘‘I’ll give you time to get a few more drinks in you.’‘ Ellie promised with a smile, earning herself a roll of Steve’s eyes as he took a large gulp of the red wine instead of the sips he usually took. 

‘‘I’m gonna end up trashed.’‘ Steve confirmed and all she did was nod. 

For a while they sang along, chatted about the evening, reliving memories from their many adventurous nights in here and at some point Ellie had managed to score some weed for after they got home. Everything was going well until she arrived. 

Natasha fucking Romanoff. 

And in an instant she watched Steve’s attention drift from her to the red head. She shouldn’t have disliked her, she was a nice woman but there was something about Steve and Natasha’s relationship that got under her skin. They’d dated for a while a couple years ago before they broke it off so she could pursue her career and for the life of her, Ellie couldn’t understand how anyone could have broken up with Steve Rogers. 

Ellie wasn’t blind. He was gorgeous. And on top of all that he was one of the good ones. 

And while they’d maintained a friendship there was something in the way she seemed to always find a way to him when they were in the same bar, always touching him as if she was marking a claim on something that wasn’t hers. Not anymore. Ellie hadn’t even realized her jaw had clenched when she watched Steve get up from his seat almost automatically. Great. 

Within a moment he was gone embracing her. She should have been used to it by now but she just wasn’t. Instead she began to drink her drink taking her gaze off Steve in hopes that it’d just go away, focusing on the woman singing Kate Bush horrendously. 

‘‘Ellie.’‘ Natasha smiled slipping into the seat on the other side of Steve, while the other woman that she knew as Wanda took the seat next to her. ‘‘You’re looking well.’‘ And straight away she could feel the pity in her eyes, most people looked at her like it. Everyone knew just how much Bucky had meant to her. It was one of the reasons she hated coming because everyone felt sorry for them, but she knew they thought it was time she moved on.

She would never. 

‘‘It’s good to see you Natasha.’‘ She offered a tight smile. ‘‘And you, Wanda.’‘ Ellie took another sip of her drink hoping that they could talk between themselves and she could get Steve back to herself. It was just meant to be them tonight, anyway. And unfortunately the three of them quickly delved into conversation, while Ellie just nodded along.

She knew Steve was trying to include her and she wasn’t being rude, or at least, trying not to be. Natasha hadn’t done anything wrong but she just couldn’t seem to get over how she felt towards her. It was definitely because she’d hurt her best friend, she couldn’t shake the memory of seeing Steve in the state he was after she broke up with him. And when Nat lent forward to laugh, her hand falling to Steve’s thigh, Ellie felt every part of herself tense up.

She didn’t want Steve to get false hope, that’s what she was telling herself. This had nothing to do with the fact that Ellie for just a moment thought about what he’d think if she did that to him.

‘‘Nat was just telling me that she heard there’s a really good film at the movies coming out this week, maybe we should check it out soon.’‘ Steve said turning to Ellie with hopeful eyes, a sweet smile on his lips so much so that all she could do with nod with a soft smile. 

‘‘That’d be nice, Steve.’‘ Ellie knew it’d mean the world to him. She’d been neglecting him for some time and maybe he just needed her to be a little more present. She couldn’t guarantee she’d be able to keep it up all the time, but she could at least try and be a better friend. 

All it took a look over Steve’s shoulder to see Nat’s gaze burning into Ellie. Oh, she knew that look. She’d been telling Steve about the movie in hopes that they’d go with each other and he’d just out right invited his best friend along. Sometimes Steve could be a little bit clueless, but she was kind of glad in that moment that he was. 

‘‘Steve --- ‘‘ Nat began, pulling his attention back to her. (As usual) ‘‘I was kinda hoping...just me and you would go to that movie.’‘ And Ellie couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed, at least the girl said what she meant instead of just pretending it was what she’d always intended. ‘‘Like...old times.’‘ Nat and Ellie were both watching, waiting for the penny to drop.

And then it did.

Steve’s mouth formed into the ‘o’ shape, before he nodded. Ellie couldn’t watch so she took her gaze back to the stage that now had a man trying his luck singing Gold and he wasn’t half bad, so she tried to focus on that. What she missed in that moment was Steve trying to gauge Ellie’s reaction to what Natasha had said. Was she bothered? Did she hope that he’d say no? The one thing that bugged Steve to no ends was that he could read her like an open book pretty much all the time but when it came to him she was unreadable. A complex puzzle with a thousand individual pieces that never seemed to interlock.

‘‘Sorry Nat, I misread what you were saying.’‘ Steve said sheepishly, offering her that thousand watt grin that drew all the girls in. Just not the one he wanted. ‘‘I’d love that.’‘ The second the words left his mouth he regretted them because Ellie said nothing, her face didn’t move so he offered the best smile he could muster to Natasha and moved the conversation along.

Ellie could see that the red head was ecstatic. She was getting her claws back in him and the thought alone made her feel sick to her stomach. She just knew if she said anything to Steve he’d think she was being a paranoid best friend. Because that’s all she was to him. 

Buzz.

Her phone buzzing changed the conversation, and Steve turned from her instantly. She knew he was pissed off but she couldn’t quite place her finger on why. She’d never met someone who could go from being a ball of sunshine to a brooding poet in the space of seconds.

That was Steve fucking Rogers she mused to herself. 

‘‘Sorry --- I gotta’ take this’‘ Ellie muttered instantly answering as she made to stand. But she wouldn’t make it very far because the whole world seemed to freeze. That voice was one she’d thought she may never hear again. Bucky. It wasn’t him though, it was a recording. She could tell from the static and scratching in the sound. It was him begging for his life and in that was him crying out her name repeatedly. 

Bucky was being tortured and someone was using it to torture her. 

‘‘What...’‘ She breathed shaking like she was vibrating. ‘‘Stop. No. What ever you need, what ever it takes, please. Please, not him. Stop’‘ She screamed into her phone which instantly caught Steve, Natasha and Wanda’s attention. He made to stand instantly, calling out her name when his hand settled upon her arm, fear and concern written all over his mouth, tilting his head to the side. He had no idea what was going on.

But he feared the worst. 

‘‘They’re killing him.’‘ Was all Ellie sobbed before the world went black.

IF YOU WANT A PART TWO, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!

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hi i just want everyone to know that i will never ever EVER be angry with anyone for not replying to my texts even though you’re visibly online and reblogging/posting. i understand that holding a conversation takes a lot more energy and effort than scrolling and posting and that’s 100% okay. take care of yourself first. the whole idea that you HAVE to reply to someone when you’re online is toxic and makes mentally ill people feel as though they are bad friends just because they can’t always reply within minutes. 

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baby your dividers are everything, they're so cute, can i ask for some to match my theme, which is currently sky blue and a sort of watermelon pink, you can have complete creative freedom on the pictures but could i have one with an ice cream maybe to match my cover photo. i hope this isn't too much to ask and feel free to change bits!! sending love <3

thank you so much babe! let me know if you don’t see something you like! i’d be more than happy you make you something else! 💗

✨ no need to credit me! i just ask that you reblog only if you use them! ✨

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CHRIS EVANS is PEOPLEs 2022 Sexiest Man Alive

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Please accept my apologies to all my writing friends, whosoever responded to my starters. I will be getting to them, I’ve been in and out of hospital and I am mending currently / staying with my mother. I will respond hopefully by tomorrow.

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hvngryghost​:

The crisp night air clung to the short bursts of air that permeated from beneath the thick, woolen scarf he adorned. Streetlamps hardly lit his path, their gloomy luminescence a vague blur on the wet asphalt. Trenton Davies had been a free man for three days now, and this had become a ritual of his; a long walk, his destination unknown. It was all he could do. Sure, he had been locked up for five years, but addiction was like herpes— gone, invisible, but always lurking. 

Of course, he was like any other newly released ex-convict; desperate to never go back. He was thousands of miles away from his troubled past, but he knew it lurked beneath the surface, a predator stalking its prey. His worst fears were only confirmed when he recognized the timbre of her voice, the vibrato in her tone as her senses kicked into overdrive.

Trent couldn’t help but grin smugly to himself, his fingertips curling around the scratchy fabric of his scarf and tugging it as to free his own words. “I see you still can’t move without discerning a tail from a stranger,” he held back the urge to roll his eyes as he all but stepped into the grim spotlight of the alley, his hand idly scratching at the scruff that had just begun to set in under and around his chin. “long time no see.” This time he couldn’t hold back the subconscious shift in his features, the elation clearly etched into them and seeping through his pores. It wasn’t so much that he was glad to see her, more so glad to see she was still alive.

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It was as if she was frozen in time; the air pulled from her lungs. It was cold out tonight, the frosty winds breezing against exposed skin, but even she knew the chill that ran down her spine was something different. That voice, husky, but soft; hadn’t changed at all. Rosie felt her insides exploded within her chest, piercing blue eyes still hadn’t found him in the darkness. Until the grim, dingy light of the alleyway illuminated the features of his face. 

Time had been kind, she thought, but still he’d aged. 

His features were not so soft anymore. She wondered if they’d hardened from being locked up. Or if his decisions to cut out the one person who’d stood by him had been the nail in the coffin. Lonely, she’d often thought. But could he have ever felt that way if he’d tossed her aside like she was nothing? She’d often thought about what she’d say. Should she ever see him again? But all of that was gone now, her mouth dry and wordless.

A moment passed, she continued to stare. Rosie felt the anger sweep through her, a fire had been lit inside of her when she saw that smug grin. What a cunt.

‘‘I see you’ve slithered out of that hellhole.’’ She practically snarled, facial features now setting into a grimace of pure malice. ‘’And that you’ve taken up lurking in alleyways.’‘ She paused for a moment, taking a step toward him, wondering if the light would be kind enough for her to get a better view of him. 

‘‘Is lingering in the darkness something you picked up inside, or should I file a restraining order for a new stalker?’‘ Her tone was flat, but her heart hammered away. She feared it may jump out of her chest if she didn’t calm down; but even she wasn’t sure how to do that. 

‘‘Trent—’‘ Her voice came out with hushed pain. And just like it had all those years ago, the anger couldn’t stop the gut wrenching pain that washed through her. All those feelings were still there, bitterness, betrayal and undeniable hatred. 

And love.

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THE MANY FACES OF ROSIE COTTON.