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ritaskcctcr:

he wasn’t looking at her anymore                    it was a lonely feeling that rose in her chest and her lips parted in a shuddering breath. the horribly complicated explanation at the tip of her tongue, only for it to be struck irrelevant by his next words.                                   ’ you just meant … as mates. ‘        it wasn’t a question. in fact, it made FAR more sense than anything she’d been imagining.                     still. although her eyes stung and her chest ached, her resolve did not slip,                                                           even as he pulled his hand away to finish his painting

and hopefully, a million more in the future                            surely.   an easy exchange for one silly dance                     ‘ … no. it’s not fine. because it’s not like that. ‘         her gaze roaming over the center of his back before falling to her wringing, white-knuckled, empty  hands. 

 want to                  but why should he believe such a thing from the girl who usually took what she wanted                      and where did she even begin to explain? did she need to, if it really was such a casual thing?      she suddenly reached up to brush at her damp cheek with an impatient swipe. awash with a surge of frustration                ’ why aren’t you listening?  when i say can’t … i mean it.                                           something … really bad might happen. no, it would happen. ‘ and while she was firm, there was a rare inflection of fear behind these words. fingers curling over her broom handle and stomach wrenching.  ‘  you’re supposed to believe me. ‘

                  he continued to paint, pretending to be disinterested despite holding on to each and every word. he listened with as much attention as she gave him, his hand taking control of the art as he remained mentally occupied. so when she asked why he wasn’t listening, he couldn’t help but drop his head.

                                   ‘  if we’re gonna talk about what we’re not supposed to do  ...  ’    he put the bottle down again, spinning on his broom to face her.  ‘  bad shit happens here all the time, margaret. god knows i know that. an’ yeah  ...  i get that i’m s’pose to believe you, ‘cause, i dunno, we got that unspoken bond or whatever. but people lie.  ’  he wasn’t angry when he spoke. the words slipped from his lips with the same kindness he originally intended, no malice meant for the girl before him. he was simply explaining. ‘  for instance  ...   ’ 

          he let the rest of his sentence linger in the air as he stared at her, the boy leaning forward on his broom once again to mirror the way he greeted her. adie was never one to keep what he was thinking to himself, save for the obvious internal issues. he spoke the honest truth almost as if he didn’t have a choice, hurting feelings left and right with the unfortunate gift of guilt to linger overhead. THIS he had kept to himself though. 

                         ‘  i like you. ’

                  ‘  an’ we’re not talkin’ that  ol’ buddy, ol’ pal type’a bullshit. no we’re talkin’  ...  doodlin’ in my fuckin’ notebook, heart skippin’ a beat when ya smile type’a bullshit.  ’   he let out a laugh, the smile he wore both soft and genuine.  ‘   so really  ...  what’s this bad thing that’s gonna happen  ?   ‘cause you an’ i have been spittin’ in the face of conventionalism since the day we met.  ’

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ritaskcctcr:

her chest hollowing, heart rising to her throat                     mesmerized by his look. which,                                    no one looked at her the way adie did.         and how many more moments would she let slip by without                     telling him what it meant to her??                                                            her own features lined with something soft

so different from her usual sharp angles and pointed grins                                and rather than study the wall along with him, her eyes fell on him                     “ who could resist a good twist? “                                           agreeing under her breath, words she’d repeated over a dozen times

    —what we got.                         she mused, gaze distant, a smile threatening at the grammar                                    and yet there was a distinct absence to her thoughts. secretly terrified of drawing the wrong conclusion from such a thing. but knowing what she hoped it meant.                                                     ” you mean … easy? “   but  the moment she said it, it felt wrong.                       if anything, things had been much easier before knowing adie. at least then she’d been content. full of blissful ignorance. now, at any given moment she was brimming with an almost painful excitement, bombarded by the feeling of falling with that gut sinking lurch. breathless. it was frightening.     —perhaps the easy feeling came from the desire to barrel ahead anyways. calm and comforted not because things had changed, but because there was a ‘we’. an ‘us’. everything else paled in comparison.

she reached to tug her braid over her shoulder nervously                            && she paused                                                too long                       features skittering with a blind sort of panic. unfamiliar uncertainty.       because she wanted to say ‘yes’. desperately so. it clawed at her throat and her head throbbed beneath the building tension of hesitation.                                       “ finn …. “         grip tightening over the broom’s handle, how unnatural to fight against the thing you wanted. foreign and unlike her at all. but would she have said ‘yes’ months and months ago? maybe mulciber was right. she could see it. when the opportunity for pure selfishness arrived. simply take without regard for what adie might want, his dreams, even his health. and yet here she was, struggling. she flew forward, hands catching his. the left, whole and healed and poised to finish a painting.                      “ i want to  ” and as sincere as she was, it wasn’t exactly a ‘yes’. in the end, an easy choice, disguising itself as difficult.  her eyes flitting to their surroundings, looking for something, through her blurring vision. her words a hoarse whisper, clearly fearful that even here, a hundred feet up, she might be overheard.   “ but–   we can’t.  … i can’t. ”

                       he felt disoriented. not once did he ever doubt the fact that he wanted to go with her       certainly a jump from the boy who was practically dragged to the last dance by his ironically worn suspenders. but he never questioned her answer either. he just assumed she would feel the same way, certainly giving him a yes without a second thought. so why was he floating there, brows furrowed in confusion because she’d basically said no. 

          his voice was caught in his throat, eyes wide as he looked elsewhere. adie never pulled his hand from her though, keeping it there and reveling in her touch now that he craved it more than he had a few seconds ago. 

                      perhaps they weren’t on the same page. and maybe the things he felt during their time together were unrequited. a misinterpretation on his end. AND MAYBE the fact that he kept holding onto her hand was a clue that he wanted her more than she wanted him. 

         but still he didn’t let go. 

                     ‘  sorry, i don’t ... i don’t think i understand.  ’  he shook his head, finally getting the courage to look back at her. if adie and rita were anything with each other, it was honest       a hypocritical thought for a boy who never admitted his problems to her. he had been afraid. a fear had in vain, obviously. dropping his look of confusion, his expression soon formed into something casual and nonchalant.   ‘  y’know how many people are goin’ with their mates  ?   s’not like people don’t know we’re friends.  ’

         he suddenly felt annoyed by his own words, groaning to himself as he turned around and set the can on the floating display.   ‘  yeah ‘cause i wanted to go with ya as a friend.  ’  he mumbled to himself, the sarcasm evident as he shut his eyes. ‘ so what’s the problem, huh  ?  lookin’ for a return on a purchase ya haven’t made yet  ?  ‘cause i can save ya the trouble. we won’t go together. s’fine.  ’

                       finally letting go of her hand, he grabbed a different color and floated back to get another look. at least with his art, he always knew what was coming next. 

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ritaskcctcr:

bouncing on the balls of her feet             her heart thrumming against her chest                                           at the sight of his sweet smile, bending                                                                      to catch a better view of the makeshift canvas

                                                                                                 “ i– you want me to     see? “                                           and her smile was lost, eyes widened and stunned                              her movements to mount the broom panicked                  as if he might change his mind at any moment

        her features sparked with excitement, a touch of disbelief as she watched him fly towards his supplies. there was not a thing she could think of wanting more, imagining until this moment that she wouldn’t get the chance                and she followed, tossing the hood over her features with a hasty swipe

                      “ this whole thing, here? “ gesturing to the side of the astronomy tower                                         her words a frenzied mess of excitement.  “ what is it going to be? ” 

                                   bumping his shoulder as her broom swooped to his side           trying to piece together the sparsed image                       as her vision dashed over what he’d already started                                           and there was no question she was delighted              the hovering of her broom erratic with her attention so divided. buzzing with energy                              she still managed to register his warm invitation                                               && she choked on the answer,  “ i can do that. i can be the best audience–               … but i don’t want to talk about everyone else. “                                            she admitted, softening as she turned to him eagerly                                                                       “ tell me more about you. “ her words aching with insistence as she reached to tug at the hem of his hood. if just to see him better           ” when did you decide you wanted to be an artist?                      how did you even … think of this? it’s so–  “  grand? exciting? beautiful.

                                        her da’ would be disappointed in such a broad line of questioning            but this wasn’t some exclusive interview, concise and rehearsed                                     and while those had once brought their own sort of joy                                                             at this moment they seemed to pale in comparison, vision swimming with a clear sort of pleasure in his company.  “ as i’m now your accomplice, you  have  to tell me. “

“ don’t act so surprised. ”                      he shot her a sly smile,                                      mixed in with something akin to adoration          as he took shook the can in his hand.                       “ s’not like i don’t give in t’ whatever ya want. ”                                                              it was a truth he rarely addressed before that moment. the first being their initial conversation, the second being how he told her anything and everything about himself without so much as a second guess, and the third being that very moment. that’s not to say that it was a CHORE      giving in to what she wanted. if anything, it made him happy, all the more willing to go along with whatever she chose. 

“ well yeah, i mean ... that’s the plan. ”                                 he flew back a few inches, his eyes searching the canvas as if waiting for something to pop out. adie remained silent for a short period, his expression hazy until suddenly jolting back with a look of realization. shuffling forward, he began spraying a section of the wall.                       “ it’s valentine’s day so i figure a little romance might be fun.                                            shockin’, i know      but ya gotta keep people on their feet. ”

    “ is there anymore to tell ? ”                         he paused,         holding the can still as he turned to offer her a look.                                                      he had not told her everything ?                          was there more to say ?    probably. he always found more to talk about.  

a groan fell from his lips as he started to smile,                           leaning back and looking at the sky in mock annoyance as he tried to find the right way to explain. “ shit, i dunno. one minute i was this ... weird ass fuckin’ kid who ran into walls and burned shit an’ then next thing ya know i was drawin’ a circle. ” he shrugged, looking down for a moment as his expression relaxed. 

                                             “ it’s kinda like you in a way.                                  or ... what we got.                        i felt out of place an’ lonely an’ ... suddenly i had something. a breath of fresh air ... an’ i’ve been breathin’ ever since. ”                                         he wore a gentle smile for a brief moment,           a chuckle soon falling free as he returned to his previously nonchalant positioning.     “ hey ya wanna go to the ball with me ? ”

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mrlenemck:

marlene nodded, brief flashes of their previous meeting running through her mind as she strode along. “what’s there to say? we had sex. from what i can gather, it was…. casual.” she didn’t mean to  be rude, she hadn’t even meant to sound cold.  she was just used to the nature of conversations like this one and she felt the need to spare herself the heartache. “is there a reason why it’s been on your mind? i don’t mean to be rude or anything i’m just… confused.”

                          he furrowed his brow,                        slightly hurt by her nonchalant answer. normally adie would scoff and agree,          leaving the conversation with little to no closure as he followed suit.                                                           but he was trying to do better.

“ there is, yeah. ”             he spoke with a matter-of-fact tone,                                 almost as if the answer had been obvious.                   “ but i guess that’s where we differ because                                                                               ... it meant a lot to me. ”

                              “ but i get that yer confused.             god knows i’m not the easiest person to understand.                                                i guess what i WANTED to say was  ... i don’t consider what we did a mistake.                                           . . .                   but i also don’t think it should happen again.                                                sort of      i dunno      a necessary ending. ”

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FROM: a. mackay

TO: adiekins

NOTE: thank you for worrying about me. actually, i’m sorry for making you worry. and in the interest of being a better person, i’m going to encourage that you stay in class, unlike some others might do. instead i’ll see you tonight (after hours, because sometimes old habits die hard).

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arielsmackay:

                        ❝ now THAT’S a plan. ❞           the smile on her lips was ( finally ) genuine, just as mischievous as his.                                   it was perhaps the first time she had smiled in a week                        and boy was it welcome.                                                sitting up just that bit straighter,              her hands reached over to fiddle with his laces,                                 tying and untying them as an absentminded form of distraction —      this was the kind of calm that she wanted to feel.

                       ❝ i’m, like, certain we’re the only two people who matter in the world.                trust me, it’ll be in the history books and everything. ❞

                         his words managed to draw a real chuckle from parted lips,              her mind drawn back to months ago when they had been in such a similar position                                          and those words had been spoken for the first time.        there was a sort of nostalgic irony in knowing that they were all but back where they started,                              especially considering all that they had been through up until now.              the soft smile on her lips now tinted with sentiment,                            she merely nodded in response to his request.             ❝ anything you want. — a n y t h i n g. ❞

anything. she said anything.                        he had never been so confident in the fact                                          that she didn’t actually mean what she said.                 but he understood.       after all, what terrible thing could adie possibly want                   in exchange of something so easy and childish ?

           his carefree demeanor faltered and eventually disappeared                                             as he tilted his head, watching her with a soft, albeit worried smile.                                                       “ i want you to talk to someone. ”

“ a professional, ”               he clarified. “ someone who can help you. ”

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ritaskcctcr:

a laugh caught in her throat at his grand entrance             cheeks flushing and her gaze warm,                                               " better late than never. “                         she concluded, and if she were any happier she might’ve physically glowed stride light as she dashed closer, throwing herself against the rail with overwhelming enthusiasm                        as if resentful of any space seperating them                        " we’re actually flying? “                      bolstered by even the suggestion of heart racing activity                                  she dragged her gaze away from his features, scouring the rail for his folded sweatshirt. wind kicking and biting at her chilled skin and leaving her grateful when she spotted the promised dark fabric.

                                 crinkling her nose curiously, her attention turned to donning his jacket                   eyelids heavy as the familiar smell of earthy charcoal and biting alcohol surrounded her. she lingered longer than she should’ve, long limbs nestling into comfortable warmth

                          “ where are we going? “         she asked, her voice muffled through the fabric as her chin pulled through the shirt’s collar, followed by tumbling hair.  she skipped closer. her knuckles white as she leaned over the edge beside him. appearing fascinated with his precarious shelf. she studied him through her lashes, still intoxicated by the faintest smell of paint, her fingers quickly reached up to twirl long strands into a hasty braid. “ why don’t i just sit with you, then? ”                 “ …  wait. –is this a rematch? “  her gaze burning with curiosity as she suddenly brightened, snatching up the propped spare broom              “ couldn’t beat me on foot so you thought the ol’ broom would give you an advantage? “ words ticking with their usual challenge as she climbed the tower’s railing, one steadying hand clinging to a great stone pillar and the other clutching the broom’s handle. she glanced down to meet his eye, chin tilting boldly,  “  well i’ll have you know i am an excellent flier, finnigan. “  decent, would be more accurate. but than she wasn’t known for her accuracy.

he remained silent through all of her guesses,              a smile laced with adoration painted across his face                                             as he continued to float above a mess of supplies,                                                                         all charmed to remain in place for his project. 

                                         “ well that’s good. seein’ as i could use the practice. ”          he was an awful flier.                     pretty much an awful wizard if he was keeping score. 

                                                        he watched the blonde with a spark in his eye, a look of comfort visible as he lingered in place for a stretched out second. adie liked to take note of certain moments, remembering all too well that the good things never lasted; especially when he was involved.                                                                             “ we’re not racing, ”       he finally admitted. with that, he nodded for her to join him as he quickly shot downward a few feet. before him sat the beginnings of a new painting, bits and pieces of a picture swirling about as if looking for its remaining parts; lonely and waiting patiently for the artist to finish what he started. 

                       “ last time we tried this,                                             i wasn’t able to finish. ”

                                   “ i know i said i never wanted ya to see me paintin’ it, but            ... i dunno, i thought ye could keep me company.                         tell me some jokes.                                             keep me up on the eh       411 an shit. ”     he picked up a can of paint, turning to face her with a gentle expression visible above his casual exterior. “ the hood is to hide yer face. in case we’re caught, we could still get away. just a couple’a bandits. ”

[claudia-kishi]

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mrlenemck:

“i resent that statement, they have great coffee and donuts.”  marlene nodded slowly, stuffing her hands into her pockets,  something she often did when she feared she’d do something stupid like say reach for adie’s hand on a friendly stroll.  “sounds like a good idea. lead the way?”

“so.”

“ so, ”     he repeated,          following suit and shoving his hands into his pockets. 

                                                  adie remained quiet for a while,                           the two walking in tandem as he struggled to find the right words.  he was never good at the whole                translating thoughts to working sentences thing.                                                  “ i’ve been thinkin’ a lot about that night. ”

         “ think we should probably talk about it. ”

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afortescute:

“my surname serves me well.” alice grinned, taking a seat in front of him and discarding her script aside, focusing on  him instead. “THE DOOD. that’s some creative license i’m  not sure we’re allowed to take but i’m going with it. aw come  on, it’s not that bad is it? after all, you have me as your on  stage beau, that is enough to cheer anyone up. a silver lining.”

                                                                         “ yer very cheery. ”                         he said in a matter-of-fact tone,                 as if only just realizing this.                                                           “ i don’t like it. ”

his stern expression soon softened,              the tiniest of smirks appearing as he took another drag.                                           “ but it looks like i’m gonna have to deal with it.                           pull my leg why dontcha ? ”

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bellsblack:

“i may have heard something.”

a wry smile spread across her face,                        and sharp eyes finally focused on finnigan.                  ”who’s to say                                     that’s not a ticket out of this bullshit?”

                        “ oooooh, ”    he sang,             mock disappointment crossing his features as he shook his head,                                       a tsk, tsk emerging as he gave her a look. 

       “ i don’t like what yer implyin’, patty.                                 it could get ya outta this musical,    sure,                                               but he might just end up forcing ya to ram his club. 

                                             . . .                   J  O  I  N.                                join his club.                  how silly of me,     i don’t know why i said ram. ”

[fnnigcn]

ritaskcctcr:

breath heavy as she dashed up the last flight of stairs                       he’d said not to be late                                                     which of course had summoned an irritating number of obstacles                            for the late night rendevous.                shoving open the door a few minutes past, rita peered around its edge                                                                 heart racing from exertion, … or an unbearable thrill                                                                                              “  finn? ”                                                                               she called, as the note could really have only come from one singular person          ” listen, you twat. you can’t go about jinxing these things. i only have so much luck.  ” // @fnnigcn

as promised,     he had started without her,              no doubt out of sight for the blonde as she finally reached the top of the stairs.                                                             the boy smiled to himself,                          his hand steady as he casually pushed back from the side of the astronomy tower,  his feet dangling on either side of the broom as he slowly floated up into view.                                             HE LOOKED COCKY,            his smile based entirely on amusement as he lounged casually on the fancy stick.                       his elbows rested on the edge and,   in turn,                                                                         his chin rested on his hand. 

  “ born a day late, rita.                     seems ya been that way ever since. ”

                           “ now c’mon,  grab a broom.                      an’ i brought one’a my sweatshirts for ya.                                                           put it on ... s’got a nice hood.                                                                                               it’ll cover yer face. ”

[fnnigcn]

afortescute:

“it’s a pretty great idea to get you relating to your character.”  alice smiled at adie, cradling her script to her chest. “you look decently entertained, got much work done? or were you snoozing?”

“ got much work done ? ”                                   he repeated,                      smiling to himself as he took a drag.                                                                “ that was fortesCUTE.                                                but i’m about as useful as tits on a bull right now, so ... ”

        he motioned for her to sit across from him on the ledge, simultaneously removing his sunglasses and placing them on the top of his head.                                     “ ye can call me THE DOOD,         by the way.                              tryin’ to make the best of a shitty situation.                   endless puns intended. ”

[fnnigcn]

mrlenemck:

she was wary. then again, she was wary of everything lately. there was a part of her, quite frankly a predominant part of her, that wanted to cut her losses and ignore the handsome boy though his endearing gesture warmed her heart. however, the tiny piece of her soul that yearned for his affection drew her closer to him, step by tiny step until she was a few inches away from her ex. it was very clear to her that in regards to that particular boy, she’d always give into her soft spot. without giving away her thoughts or really revealing much, the girl gently took the flower from him, giving it a soft whiff before unfolding the note and letting out a soft albeit cheerful sigh of relief.   “what a coincidence, i’m an asshole too. i haven’t seen you at the meetings.”

her reaction caused him to release the breath                                         he hadn’t realized he was holding.                            despite their shitty history and even shittier life choices,                                                  he always felt comfort in knowing she didn’t hate him. 

                                                                    “ that’s ‘cause their food is shite. ”  he hopped off the table like a boy with unlimited energy,              his feet slamming on the ground as he nonchalantly wiped his hands together.                                             “ i’m thinkin’ we should go outside. take a walk.        s’not too cold.                        ... pretty nice actually. ”

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bellsblack:

“didn’t they say it was optional? slughorn practically set a fire under my feet to get me into this.”

             “ what ?    ye haven’t heard ? ”

“ s’got a thing for bitchy cheerleaders.                         shit ton’a money says he’ll be sitting in the back during                                                           openin’ night                                      with a hole cut outta his popcorn container. ”

[itsdaniclayton]

Requested by @bowgun

[fnnigcn]

FOR: Adie Finnigan

FROM: A ghost

NOTE: Remember to take care of yourself as you do others.