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I’ve been inactive for months (falling out of MCL, school, life in general...) BUT I FINALLY have the time to write again (plus I’ve caught up on all the episodes I’ve missed!)
The ask box has been cleared, and I am once again accepting requests and submissions!
Hello dear author!! I just wanted to stop by and say that your stories have cheered me up TONS. I just started a new job and I've never been more stressed and frustrated. But I read all of your stories in two nights and I can't believe how wonderful they are! I feel so relaxed and I get such a happy fluffy feeling in my chest. You make it feel like I'm actually there with my favorite characters! ;u; Have a wonderful summer! <3
{I let out the most inhuman sob at reading this. ;w;
I’m just so glad something I’ve done has given someone happiness, no matter how big or small. I know I’m not the most active writer and requests can take anywhere from a few days to months to finish, but hearing someone likes what I do just makes me feel so motivated to continue and give it all I can.
I hope that your job becomes easier and more fun in the days to come and that your summer is lovely, Anon! <3}
Glad to see you again! Could you maybe do something Amber/Candy related? (And hey, if your ask box gets way too full again, feel free to close it while you work on current requests, everyone would understand. We all love you and don't want you to get stressed!)
“Here.”
Amber turns awayfrom you after tossing a pair of pillows (her favorites) at you, but she canstill see your stunned, confused expression in her vanity mirror as you cutelyclumsily catch them. “What are-”
“There’s an airmattress for you there.” She cuts you off and points to the foot of her bedwhere a blanket and said mattress have been set up. “You’ll be sleeping therefor tonight.”
It’s hard to keepup the cool demeanor. She can see you from the corner of her eye, looking fromher to her bed then back to her, and she can tell you want to protest.
There’s plenty of room there.
Why do I have to sleep on the floor?
Your bed is big enough for two.
Why can’t I just sleep in your bed?
The thought of you saying that lastline out loud makes her swallow thickly, a pink blush starting to travel up herneck.
Not good. If thiskeeps up, her face will be on fire and surely you’ll notice something is wrong.
Although the bedis a large source of her troubles, Amber hurries under the covers of her bedand clicks off the lamp on her nightstand, wincing as an indignant “Hey!” fromyou echoes through her room.
It takes all shehas to not blurt out a ,“Sorry!”. Instead she channels her spent nerves into avery believable scoff and flicks on the light once more, crossing her arms. “What,afraid of the dark?” She wants it to sound light-hearted, teasing, but itinstead the remark is filled with venom, almost needling you with thousands oftiny pins.
“No.” your voiceis a carefully cultivated calm, but there’s a spark in your eyes she’d seen andadored for ages now. “I’d just like to go to bed without breaking something,namely a bone in my body, just because I couldn’tsee.” You then cross over to the bed and fix her with one last challengingglare before you sit down and disappear from sight.
The air mattresssqueaks and groans as you adjust yourself on your bed. Eventually, though, thenoises settle. When Amber strains to hear more movement from you, all she cancatch is your faint breathing.
A part of herwishes she could have taken the opportunity to talk to you.
Maybe she couldmake you see that “spoiled girl” wasn’t all there was to her.
Maybe she couldhave…
The wistfulmusings weigh heavy on Amber’s shoulders. Before she realizes it, she driftsoff, falling into a dreamless sleep that gives her a brief reprieve from herthoughts.
{I’m sorry this one took so long, but it was hard to think of some kind of prompt for these two. Amber is so antagonistic…there’s hardly room for for fluff!
Thank you so much for the kind words, too. I’ve never really thought I posted enough to be loved, but it’s so nice to hear that there are people who enjoy the stories I post. ;w; *hugs to the lovely Anon!* (/ ;w;)/ }
I’m feeling a little down today, so would you all mind sending me some fluffy prompts to think about and write as I work on the requests I have?
~Feel free to request Reader/(MCL boy), Reader/(MCL girl), friendship drabbles, or anything else that comes to mind! Fluffy Headcanon prompts work well too!~
Hi, I just found your blog and I absolutely loved it! So, I would like to request a Dake story about him betraing the reader, because I'm aways a bitch for angst, please? Love you, thanks!
“Get out. Get outget out get out-!”
You reach outblindly, fingers connecting with something hard and smooth. Hard. Good. ‘Maybe it’ll hurt when it crashes right intohis god awful face-!’ Without asecond thought you hurl it across the room, your fury only incensed as he hasthe nerve to turn and avoid the thing—book—thatjust whizzed past him.
“(Name), calmdown! You sho—”
You hate thatvoice.
You hate thatface.
By God you justhate him!
Disgusted by yourearlier miss you reach into your bag, pulling out a handful of objects that youfling at him. Some are coins, most are capped pens and paper balls, and there’sone case of eyeshadow in there. Some twisted sense of satisfaction coursesthrough you as a pen grazes his jacket and the edge of a coin digs into hischest, his face—that stupid, mocking face—twisting in pain. So youreach into your bag and grab another handful of change, throw it, snatch yourwallet, chuck it, hell you throw your whole purse at him and almost cheer as he lets out a cry.
“(Name)! (Name)for the love of hell settle down!”
“Why should I have to settle down when you couldn’tget your fucking dick to settle down?”At any other time, you might wince at your high pitch and hoarseness. Luckily,Dake is doing more than his fair share of wincing, and that’s all you careabout. Hurting him. Hurting him just like he did to you. “You are such a-”
“(Name)-”
“-cheating-”
“Now wait-”
“-lying-”
“Doll, I didn’t-”
“-backstabbing jerk!”
Without missing abeat you slide off your backpack and dig around in it, quickly pulling out bookafter notebook after packet and flinging it all at Dake. He tries oh so hard tostep forwards, to reach you, but the second he lowers his hands you’re flinginga textbook at his features and he just barely has enough time to catch itbefore it breaks his nose or worse. He settles for waiting, holding his armsup, protecting himself from your fury, each knock against him reverberatingagainst the linoleum walls.
THUD
One last textbook slams into him and hewinces, waiting for the next strike, only to find that you’ve stopped.
His arms lowerslowly, and he blinks almost dazedly.
Slowly herecovers and his mind begins to work again. The rehearsed apology springs tohis lips and, with a jolt, he eagerly looks towards you, frantic to spill thecarefully practiced lines to you and return to your good graces once again.
What he didn’texpect was that during the confusion you’d already left, the locker room doorslamming behind you.
Shell shocked andstunned, Dake slowly sits down on one of the locker room benches, carefullythumbing the cover of your Algebra book in his hands. He should return this toyou. And your purse. Your wallet. Your notes and your binders…
“…Geez.”
He wants to say more,but he thinks better of it and instead bends down, beginning to scoop up themess you’d made. Words can be said later when you’re willing to listen and lethim clean up the shambles he’s left behind.
Of course, he hasa feeling that this mess will be a lot easier to deal with than the one he’smade of your heart.
{This one isn’t very long, but I feel pretty good about it considering it’s been a while since I’m written some hardcore angst. And, if you couldn’t tell, Dake has just cheated on Reader-tan. :0
Hiya, glad to see you're back! I'm super fond of your Lysander stories, so I've got a prompt: Lysander x reader (established relationship) + platonic!Castiel. Cas loves to poke fun at those two love birds - in the affectionate way, of course~
Castiel was agood friend. Crass, loud-mouthed, and opinionated, but still a good friend.Lysander knew there was many a time where he was extremely grateful for havingmet such a person.
However, he washard pressed to remember any of those times now.
“Are you finishedyet?” Lysander questions, raising an eyebrow.
The other boy,who is sitting on the ground, his back propped up by a tree in the schoolyard,holds up one finger as chuckles rattle his shoulders and hushed giggles seepthrough the palm he’d pressed over his mouth.
A solid twentyseconds pass before Castiel tips his head back, resting it on the bark as hetakes in great heaving breaths. “Phoooo…alright, sorry. Sorry. Just…I didn’texpect you of all people to ask me for dating advice.” A wry grin stretchesacross his lips. “But it’s good to know you’re not a total cold fish.”
Choosing toignore that commentary, Lysander rests his elbows on his knees and presses ahand to his lips. “Surely you must have an idea of what we could do for ouranniversary?”
“Lys…you’ve beendating for, what, a month?”
“Almost two.” Hecorrects automatically.
Castiel fixes hisfriend with a narrowed gaze and a slack jaw. “…you are way too into this.”
Despite himself,Lysander can feel a flush spreading across his cheeks. Was that true? Was hetaking this relationship with you too seriously? Too intimately? After all, itwas true that you had yet to bring up the fact that the two of you had beenofficially an “item” for almost two months starting on Friday, two days fromnow. But you had been the one to bring up the one month milestone. Didn’t thatcount for something?
Rolling his eyes,Castiel claps his friend on the shoulder. “Calm down. I’ll find out what yourprincess is into and let you know what she tells me, alright?” he stands up andbrushes off his pants, sauntering back into the school with a one-handed wave,leaving Lysander alone with his thoughts.
~<3~<3~<3~
Several pairs ofeyes turn in your direction, fueling the flames in your cheeks as the shriekdies in your throat and you bend down to pick up your fallen science book.Castiel, however, just laughs, tucking his face into the arm propped up againstthe lockers in an effort to hide his giggles.
You fix him withan irked glare and place your book in your messenger bag. “Now that you’vegotten my heart rate up, can you ask me whatever you wanted to ask before younearly killed me from fright?”
“Hey, it’s not myfault you didn’t see me walk up.” He grins.
The look on yourface blatantly says you disagree, but you remain silent.
“Alright,alright, calm down.” He shrugs. “I was just wondering if you were busy thisFriday.”
“…I might be.” Yousay carefully, shifting the book in your hands. “Why?”
“Armin invited meover to play a few games, but he was hoping for an even number for multiplayer.Says something about the three-way screen split throwing off his game orwhatever.” Castiel lets out a snort and shakes his head, a gesture widely understoodto mean he doesn’t give two shits about Armin’s reasons. “So if you’re free,you might wanna head over. I mean, it’s either you, Mr. President, or G.I. Joe,and out of the three, you’re the safest bet.”
“Safest? Forwhom?”
“Them.” Heresponds with a grin, to which you roll your eyes and smile lightly. That edgyattitude of his irked you at first (and still does when it’s at max), but you’vecome to see it as just the way Castiel jokes sometimes.
“I don’t know. IfLysander has nothing planned, then…yeah, I guess.” You shrug. “I haven’t heardanything from him, so I’m guessing he forgot.”
Castiel fixes youwith a look, and for a second you think he might make some snide comment, butinstead he shrugs and turns away. “Nah, don’t worry. Lys isn’t that much of a scatter brain. I’m surehe remembered.”
With that hewalks away, leaving you only a few minutes to yourself before the final bellrings.
~<3~<3~<3~
“You’re sure? That’s what she said?”
“Would I lie?”
“Hopefully not.”
“Of course not! …Well, not about this.Anyway, yes, that’s what she said.”
“And yet you didn’t find out what she’dlike to do or get…?”
“…No. But I think all you need to do isshow you remembered. You’re better at planning how to do that than me, so I‘llleave you to it.”
“Alright. Thank you Castiel.”
Click.
~<3~<3~<3~
That Friday, when you arrive at school, you’regreeted at the front doors by Lysander holding a bouquet of (favorite flower).Smiling widely, you hurry up the stairs, placing a quick peck against his cheekas you take the flowers from his hands. “I’m so glad you remembered.”
“Of course I did.”He smiles, giving you a careful hug so as not to crush the blooms. “Happyanniversary.”
“…anniversary?”
Both of you pullback, matching expressions of confusion written across your faces.
“Our two monthanniversary.” Lysander says slowly. “It’s today.”
You blink slowly.Then again. And then suddenly…
You laugh.
You clutch theflowers close as laughter bubbles out of you, causing you to bend almostcompletely in half from the mirth coursing through you. Lysander, although headores your laugh, refuses to smile until you explain. And an explanation doescome seconds later, as you manage to breathe out:
“Lysander, it’s Valentine’s Day.”
{And then Lysander proceeded to angrily text Castiel asking why he didn’t remind him, and Castiel is face-palming because he forgot it was Valentine’s too.
I like writing Castiel as a middle man; I think he’d be good at it! Honestly, I really enjoyed writing this one; and it’s fitting too, since Valentine’s day is this Sunday! The thought of Lysander remembering something so small because of his love is really appealing to me; I hope you enjoyed it too!
Also thank you for the warm welcome, I’ve really missed writing for all of you and I’m so glad all of you have been so supportive and understanding; it’s really encouraging! <3 ;w;}
You didn’t havethe strength to continue on with your question. You were too focused on thesight in front of you. The disastrous, overwhelming, stupefying sight.
Kentin lookedaway, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t thinking, alright? Ijust—”
“You just thoughtit would be a good idea to let this happen?” Your (e/c) eyes fell on Kentin’ssheepish face. After a few seconds of bewildered staring, you finally shookyour head and looked back towards your…littleproblem.
There were aboutfifteen puppies tottering around Kentin’s living room, sniffing everything theycould and pawing what they couldn’t identify. Their mother—mothers—were doing the same, except one had found a pillow a puppyknocked off the sofa and claimed it as her own, opting to lay on it and watchher children explore. And Cookie—the one who’d started this whole mess—sat at Kentin’s side, panting as he lookedup at the boy, eyes big and shining. You could practically hear the dog asking,“Did I do good? Did I? Did I?”
No. No you did not, Cookie.
Rubbing thebridge of your nose, you took a deep breath and tried to think. The pound wasout of the question. You didn’t want to think about what they’d do to the poorthings there. …Shelters? …No, same situation. …Posters? …Posters could work.You could take a cute picture of all of the puppies—maybe something like themall in a basket, or maybe one pawing the camera—and post them up around school.Yeah, that could work. Then people there could adopt—
…Nope.
You weren’t goingto possibly doom one of the poor creatures into a life with Amber. Poor thingwould probably spend all its time trapped in Prada bags and spritzed with whoknows what kind of things Amber deemed necessary for her own grooming. Or…thethought horrified you, but it was possible Amber would raise a canine clone ofherself.
‘An Amber with teeth…’ You shivered atthe image, your fear growing as you thought about just how big some of thesepuppies would be. ‘I don’t want to seethat…’
Focusing back onthe litter spread out in front of you, you spied a puppy pawing at the couch,whimpering at being unable to get on top because of its short legs. Your heartmelted at the sight, and tossing thoughts of bitch Ambers out of your head, youscooped up the puppy and sat on the couch, setting the bundle of fluff in yourlap and petting its head gently. The puppy, having found a warm spot on yourthighs, lost interest in the couch and instead curled up on your lap, its tinytail softly tapping against you.
Kentin watchedyour previous exasperation melt away as you continued to stroke the dog’s head,a sweet smile spreading across your face. Other puppies, apparently jealous ofthe attention their sibling was getting, came over to you as well. Some managedto jump on the couch (somehow not tearing the upholstery, for which Kentin wasgrateful) and curled up against your side, while others laid themselves acrossyour feet.
Soon all of thepuppies were crowded around you, seeking the comforting warmth you provided.You giggled as some of them started snoring. Although your foot was starting tofall asleep and you couldn’t move your hands anymore (since there were aboutthree puppies weighing them downright now), you couldn’t help but smile at thesight and snuggle contentedly in your spot, eyes drifting closed.
Unbeknowst toyou, Kentin’s mother entered the room, mouth open as if to say something, yetquickly fell silent as she took in the scene. Instead, she tiptoed over toKentin and quietly slipped his phone out of his pocket. It wasn’t until ashutter sound went off did Kentin jump and notice the woman beside him. “Geez,Mom!” he whispered, unable to bring himself to shout and wake you.
His mother justtittered quietly and set the phone in his hand, the display showing a pictureof your current position, puppies and all. “I wouldn’t mind keeping the puppiesfor a while longer.” She winked before leaving the room.
{I don’t know about you, but I think being covered in cuddly puppies would be a lot of fun. There’s something about being cuddled by animals that makes you feel loved and warm, am I right?
Nothing like a good bit of fluff (literally and figuratively!) to kick off your return~! Thank you very much for this request; it was a lot of fun to write!<3}
I’ve been backlogged for requests for the LONGEST time, and while I wanted to get to every single one of your lovely ideas, it just became too stressful looking at that big list with new requests coming in!
SO
**AS OF FEBRUARY 9, THE INBOX HAS BEEN CLEARED AND NEW REQUESTS ARE BEING ACCEPTED!**
Feel free to request a reader-insert with any MCL character (and I do mean any!) and I will do my best to deliver!
MCL pet day pictures! ♡ The cutie on the left is my baby Grace. She's a stray Pit Bull we adopted about 5 years ago, when she was about 3-5 months old. She'll be celebrating her 6th birthday in May. The fluffy mass on the right is Dartanyon who's been with us for over a decade (no one can remember how old he is...). He's a macho kitty because even though he adores being pet and snuggled, after about 5 seconds of being in your arms he freezes and then starts flailing, like he just realized "crap...snuggles....NOT MANRY!!!".
{I’m sorry this was late, dear, but it seems I ran into a few submitting issues. I hope you can forgive me, and I hope your holiday season is merry and bright.
Wishing @ligeiablack a very Merry Christmas, a happy new year, and lots of love to last them the whole year through.
Sincerely,
mclhideaway, your Secret Santa <3}
Most of the time, the academy was cold, clean, and almost clinical. The floors were swept and polished, the boys in their pressed uniforms, and each hallway quiet save for the occasional lecture wafting out of a classroom or the whistles and shouts from the training field. Even now, with a thick blanket of white coating the ground outside, lights haphazardly thrown up around the room, and an almost deafening roar bouncing around the room thanks to the excited chatter of boys, it still felt that way.
What a way to spend Christmas.
Ken let out a little sigh and looked back down at the envelope in his hands. His gloved fingers ran over the words “IMPORTANT DO NOT LOSE” that he’d sharpie’d on the front before he turned it over and reached inside. A moment later, his hand resurfaced, delicately clutching a pair of tickets.
He should have used these today.
He should have been home by now, one ticket short and snuggled with his mom on the couch while his dad fixed the fire.
He should be calling you right now and telling you that he was home.
He should be filling in his friends and family on his progress, hearing them coo over the few inches he’d gained while he was here.
He shouldn’t be here.
Tucking the tickets back into their pristine place, Ken slumped over the table, watching the other boys tiredly. How could they be so happy? The nearby airport was shut down, for pete’s sake. No one would be going home for Christmas this year. So how were they still so chipper knowing all of that?
“Kentin?”
Immediately the boy pushed himself from the table with a screech, wincing at the sound before standing at attention and throwing up a hasty salute. “Y-Y-Yes sir!” he called out, voice strained in an effort not to squeal as he had in the past months.
The Lieutenant gave the boy a tired grin. “At ease, boy.” He chuckled, handing Ken a square envelope. Ken took it hesitantly, frowning lightly at its weight. This was heavier than most letters. What was in this…? “Special Christmas delivery.”
Looking down, Ken took in his name printed carefully on the front before grinning widely and hastily beginning to tear open his package. Before he could pull out what was inside though, he froze and looked up at the Lieutenant, caught between smiling and trying to be professional. “Thank you sir!” he blurted out. Then it was back to hurriedly pulling out the card as the Lieutenant gave a little snicker and walked off towards a different group of boys, pulling more mail from his jacket pocket.
He barely took in the playful Christmas puppies on the front of the card. Instead, he opened the card, hurriedly scanning its contents. …Wait, was this…?
Hurriedly, Ken dashed form the room and down the hall, very nearly skidding to a stop in front of the barracks and hurrying inside. Upon reaching his bunk, the teen sat down and reopened the card.
“Hi Ken! I…I heard about the weather up there. And the airlines. And…I guess you’re not going to be here for Christmas, huh?” your voice, your voice, drifted from the speaker placed in the card. Ken could hear both your smile in your tone, as well as genuine disappointment. “I wish you could be. But until I can tell you in person, I’ll have to settle for this.” Your voice was replaced with a slight cough before you spoke again, “I hope you have a Merry Christmas and a happy new year!”
The recording then switched over to a sound clip of “I’ll be Home for Christmas”. But Ken opted to shut the card there, then reopen it and hear your message again. He did this three more times, his grin becoming a little wider each time.
Suddenly, he didn’t feel quite as alone this Christmas season. How could he when he knew you were thinking about him this Christmas as much as he was thinking about you?
Hello , I just found your blog , and I can say that your reader insert are so great. I'm french , and I can say that it's very dificult to find many of them about my candy love , even if it's french , reader insert doesn't really exist in France sadly... Can I request a Host lysander x reader AU where he works in a host club/cafe (you choose) along with the other boys , if it's allright to request an AU ?And also sorry If I made any spelling mistakes >.<
“I found this great new place!” she said.
“It’ll be fun!” she said.
Younow knew the moment Melody mentioned any new kind of dining experience, youshould 1) not believe a single word she says and 2) run as far and as fast asyour shoes will allow.
“(Name), please, don’t go, I can’t be here alone!” thebrunette whispers frantically to you, somehow trying to look poised yetflail-grab your wrist at the same time.
Youfix the girl with a tired look before picking up your purse and standing upfrom the small table the two of you had been seated at. “I’m sorry, Mel,but I’m not prepared-”
In alast-ditch attempt to keep you down and at her side, Melody’s eyes begin towiden and water. “Please, I can’t, not on my own, I’m going to choke, andI just…please, just a few minutes? I’ll treat you to something,just…please…?” She clutches the tablecloth tightly between herfingers, turning her knuckles almost as white as the fabric as she bows herhead. You stare at her only for a moment before you sit down slowly, lettingout a sigh.
Yousuppose you can’t stay mad at your friend even if she brought you to a cafejust to see a boy she’d fallen head over heels for. Of course, it would havebeen nice to know her true intentions, but really, can you blame her?You knew she found these kinds of things embarrassing; asking you outrightmust’ve been too hard for her.
Seeingas how you would get nowhere by pouting or whining, you pick up a menu and runa finger down the list of beverages. “…Mind if we get some camimilletea? It works wonders for the nerves.” Her head shoots up at your words,and when you gave her a small, reassuring smile, she positively beams withhappiness, quickly wiping away a stray tear that had fallen.
“N-No,not at all!”
“Great. …Maybe some cake, too?”
“Of course!”
Lostin her excitement over having some kind of support, she raises her hand for aserver. Faster than you can blink, a blond teen stops at her side, armed withboth pad and pen and a charming smile to boot. “What can I get youtwo?” he questions in a neat, almost soft voice.
“Tea, please, and-” the brunette turns in her seat to faceyour server. However, the words stop the second she makes eye contact.
Youfold your hands and lay your chin upon them, studying her reaction for amoment. Obviously the reason for her panic attack mere seconds ago was nowstanding ever so innocently in front of you, tilting his head curiously at yourfriend’s reaction. Well, you’d be a rather shoddy wing woman if you let Melodydown now. Besides, you’re being paid for your services. In cake no less!Might as well work for your scrumptious wage.
With aslight laugh you steal the waiter’s attention, causing him to glance at youwith a slightly raised brow. “Sorry Melody, I completely forgot to tellyou what I wanted.” Keeping your eyes trained on the girl, you give her anapologetic smile and look towards the waiter. “I’m actually having alittle trouble deciding. Do you like a particular sweet here?”
“Actually, I can’t say I do.” he gives a light shrug and asheepish smile. “I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth myself. But lots ofpeople seem to like the red velvet cake.” He tilts his pen towards yourmenu before you declare that you’ll take two slices: one for Melody and one foryourself, of course. “Alright then. Two pieces of cake and some tea. I’llhave some cups out for you in a minute.” And, with one more dazzinglybright smile that you can swear makes Melody melt in her seat, he hurries offto fill your order.
“Well-”
“Thatwas him!” she snatches up your hands that you’ve just lowered to thetable, her grip so tight it borders on painful. “Oh…Just…he’s nice,right? I mean, pretty–no, I-I mean nice–” Her sparkling eyes flickerback and forth between you and the swinging door the blonde disappearedthrough. “…He seems pretty great, huh?” Suddenly her voice issofter and her cheeks much pinker than they were mere seconds ago. She toysabsentmindedly with your fingers,still watching where he’d gone.
Youcan’t help but smile in turn. It’s been a long time since Melody was so excitedabout a boy. Really, it makes you a little giddy yourself; maybe this time,things would work out…?
“Whoa-!”
Of course,things rarely went the way you want them to.
Theshout makes you sit up straighter and frown. You start to twist in your seat,only for something—no, someone—tocome crashing into you. Your chair tilts dangerously, and with your currentposition, there’s no way to right yourself. In fact, when you try to turn backto the table and grab onto its edge for balance, the motion just makes youwobble more, and you feel yourself careening back, your head getting closer tothe floor—
Andyet, instead of wood cracking against your bones, you feel something muchsofter and warmer against you.
Blinking once, twice, three times in confusion, you tilt your head back,catching sight of a well-defined jaw and black…no, white hair. White! For amoment, you assume some elderly person has caught you. That is until yoursavior looks down at you with green and gold eyes and says in a soft tone,“Miss, are you alright?”
Youtake a second to nod as he helps you stand. With smooth, almost gracefulmovements, he picks your chair up and pulls it out for you, gesturing for youto retake your seat. You do so with a bashful smile, cheeks heating as he evenpushes you a bit closer and makes sure you’re comfortable.
“I’mterribly sorry about that, Miss. I assure you, Armin meant no harm.” He peersaround your chair to look at you with an apologetic smile. “Please forgive theinterruption.” With that, he dips his head to both you and Melody, almost as ifin a bow before he leaves.
Youturn—carefully this time—in your seat to watch him go. As Melody’s hushed criesinvade your ears, though, you turn back in time to catch her mid-tirade. “—crashedright into you, I swear. At leastthat other waiter caught you. Are you alright?” she asked, peering at you withthose ice blue eyes of hers. You gave her a soft nod. “Oh good. I was hopingthat you didn’t…(Name)?”
“Huh?Oh, right. No, I’m fine.” You wave off her concerns with a flippant hand beforeleaning in close to her, clearing your throat quietly. “So, that waiter whocame by—“
“Theone who knocked you over?”
“No,no, the other one. Did you, uh…catch his name?”
Melodyshook her head in response, prompting a sigh from you. You rest your head onone hand and begin drumming the table with the other, puzzling over how to fixthis little issue. After a second, the answer hits you. “Melody, what do yousay to making this a weekly thing? Say, every Thursday?”
{Andso they did, and in the end both maidens snagged themselves handsome men.
…Maybe.
So it’s been a long time since I’vedone a request! Well, to be honest, I’ve been working on this one for a fewmonths trying to get it just right because I really wanted to write somethingspecial for this anon. I hope you liked it, dear! <3}
How to use: -Take the third letter of your first name. This is who you will write about. -Roll 1 die. This is the mood. -Have fun! PROMPT: This year, You/Candy hung out with... A. Armin B. Lysander C. Alexy D. Castiel E. Kentin F. Ms. Shermansky G. Kim H. Rosalya I. Leigh J. The Dollar Shop guy K. Nathaniel L. Li M. Priya N. Mr. Faraize O. Demon P. Iris Q. Amber R. Violette S. Philip T. Melody U. Kiki V. Jewelry Store man W. Deborah X. Lucia Y. Charlotte Z. White on New Year's eve. Needless to say, things got a little... 1. Spastic 2. Bubbly 3. Edgy 4. Disastrous 5. Emotional 6. Heated
Imagine you have a coworker who likes to bake. Every week, they bring in a batch of delicious, homemade cookies and leave them in the break room. Next to the plate of cookies is a sign, “If you like my cookies, could you please just leave me a note and tell me what you like about them? The more feedback you leave about what you like, the more incentive I have to bake.” A hundred coworkers walk by and take a cookie. One person leaves a note. “Great cookies! Bake some more soon!”
The next week, once again there are cookies in the break room with the same sign. Once again a hundred people take a cookie and only one person leaves a note. “Nice! More soon!”
Week Three- Once again, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note.
Week Four- One hundred people take a cookie. No note.
Week Five- There are no cookies. Someone leaves a note. “Where are the cookies? I loved them. Please, please bake some cookies.”
Week Six- There are no cookies. Ten people leave notes. “I miss your cookies. They were my favorites. I loved the chocolate chips. My friend really liked the way you had almonds in the cranberry ones.”
Week Seven- Motivated by the wonderful notes, the baking coworker stays up late to bake the best batch of cookies they have ever made. That week, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note.
The co-worker gives up baking for their colleagues.
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hello again! :3 I just wanted to say I'm so excited for your long series/chapter story, I can't wait to see what happens! I had a prompt idea if you were still up for them? It's "#13 Running Away" but a slight twist? It could either mean the literal sense or whatever you're pretty little mind can think up! Can it be Candy(Ran) with all the boys? pretty please? :3 Thanks and love your work!
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I… allow me a few moments to withhold my screams of utter joy. *Deep inhale* Okay, I’m good. ;___; NO I’M NOT DAMMIT THANK-YOU. *Ahem* I can most certainly try to give a good written piece, my friend!
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Prompt 13 - Running Away
LysanderYou pile into the truck, squeezing in-between Castiel and Lysander. Rosa sits at the front, blasting her favourite tunes into the air outside, and Leigh at the wheel clutching the gearstick. You can hear Demon in the back, whining and pawing to get to his owner, but you’re pre-occupied with something else. Amidst all the chaos of a bunch of teenagers getting away from Sweet Amoris for the summer, Lysander takes your hand in his, holds it tight, and doesn’t let go for the entire journey.
Castiel“Let’s not waste any time, Princess. Time waits for no-one, after all.” That devilish smirk of his makes you blush down to your knees, whispering to you in the dead of night. You love your parents, you love your friends at school, but they need to learn they can’t pile all their stresses on you and expect you to stick around. So he waits for you at the bottom of your garden, the stars your navigators winking at you, and the two of you begin to run.
ArminYou’d always run from your problems. The shitstorm at your old school, your parents trying to pack you off to your Aunts–everything’s always been moving in your life. You’re tempted to do it again, when everything spills and Deborah ruins your life with the click of her fingers and the swish of her hair. Yet this time, someone runs toward you. Armin sees you crying, and this time, you run away into his arms, and don’t let go until all the tears have dried and gone.
Nathaniel“Of course I forgive you, you idiot…!” Unlike you, Nathaniel is steadfast. Secure. Sometimes you see the sardonic, sarcastic bite snap through his words, but he thinks and thinks, never moving. So, naturally, he doesn’t run away when you put a hand to his cheek, and grin. “You’re important to me, y’know? I won’t run away from the chance to be on good terms with you again!”
KentinYou know he’s trying to run away from that old identity. To hide behind a mask of exposed roughness, clenching his fists and stalking through corridors like a storm. Yet you see that his old identity, and his new one, shine through, sometimes. He can’t run away from the fact that he carried his glasses in his pack, nor can he hide the scarlet blush that creeps down his neck when you say, “I don’t like the old you, or the “new” you. I like both. That’s the way it should be, right?” Somewhere, you know he’s inclined to agree.
Priya (let me have my gay)She hates moving from continent to continent. Slapped in the face with new cultures, only to be ripped away like stitches at the seem and forced into a new set of colours. Her style is constantly changing, old mannerisms seep through as she talks to you. When you suggest she stay here after she graduates, all she can do is stare at you in shock. “Maybe… I’ll try,” she says. Running away from her problems had never been her style, you guess. Everything she just takes head on, and you adore her for it.
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