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[littleoblivionswrites]

"you don't love me?" for sonata x alexa I SAID WHY NOT BOTH

“you don’t love me?”

As always, Alexa crossed a line and as always she was going to take it one step further. Pushing buttons was one of Alexa’s specialties and Sonata was one of the many who fell victim to her merciless commentary. Once she started, she couldn’t stop, and more than once she proved she took no issue with her lack of filter. That combined with Alexa’s inability to take responsibility for her actions often lead to less than favorable outcomes. She was a dirt bag, to put it in the simplest of terms. She was bad at connecting with people and constantly disregarded their feelings. It wasn’t anything new and from an outside perspective Alexa had little to no interest in breaking any of these bad habits. Then the phrase I don’t love you comes out and hangs in the air. Alexa felt like she unclipped a grenade. “Yeah. Yeah.” Alexa replies to the question, looking them in the eyes. She didn’t like herself like this, she didn’t like hurting someone who meant something to her like Sonata did. The two had just finally made up after months of silence and there she was, letting it fall apart again. “What the fuck did you think this was?” After fixing her posture she then tilts her head to the side. For a brief moment it looks like Alexa’s about to say something that was maybe a bit softer, a bit less cruel. Instead, she sneers at them. “Weird thing to hang on to when we aren’t even together. What? You’re upset because we kissed once? Just wait until I tell you about who else I’ve been seeing. Don’t worry you’re not special. In fact, I wasn’t even planning on spending the night.” Stop. She had to stop but she couldn’t. The damage was already done. “Do you love me?” There’s a short pause, but Alexa doesn’t give Sonata enough time to collect whatever thoughts they may have had. “Didn’t think so.” Her eyes roll back. “This is a waste of my fucking time. If you’re mad at me, take a number.”

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❥ — a childhood memory charlotte/charloane

There weren’t many holidays where the entire family were all under the same roof, and by all, not only did it include the Edwards clan, but it included the Moores, the Westerfields, the Graydens, the Laws, and of course, the Sharp-Westerfields. There weren’t many places that could all those people. At this point, the family had spanned over 50+ wizards, witches, and even muggles - and that was before they had added any friends onto the guest list. However, for the 60th Wedding Anniversary of Clause & Charmaine Moore, the patriarch and matriarch of this well-loved family, everyone had made arrangements to attend, especially since they’d saved the date so close to Christimas time.

In the midst of this large family she rarely ever got to see and experience, an eight-year old Charlotte was timid to say the least. She’d brought a book on the History of House Elves, only after she highly convinced her Mum that it was her conversational armor. After all, this was primarily Mimi’s side of the family and even she still found trouble trying to find her place around everyone.

As she was minding her business, still seated in her chair hours after finishing dinner, she suddenly felt the book she’d been reading slip up out of her hands. It was floating high above her, yet she had nothing to do with it. Considering Char was short as her bio-mother had been, she formulated a plan to get closer and pull it down. Her chair was sturdy enough, and so one foot at a time, she propped herself up, but by the time she’d gotten her balance together, the book had zipped right by her to float almost ten feet away. 

Charlotte followed the floating book to turn towards the possible culprit of this prank. She assumed it was possibly Harry, as he’d always hated whenever Charlotte brought books around. Instead, she found a girl she’d only ever met a handful of times - who she’d also rarely ever seen without her missing pair.

“Danica, what are you doing?” 

No response, besides the snarking, little laugh from the other eight year old girl.

“Danicaaaaa, give me back my book. I’m gonna tell!!” 

Still no response, besides D’s arms closing across her chest and an arrogant smile across her face.

Sounding more stern now, in order to try and affirm her assertiveness, Charlotte commanded, “Danica, this isn’t funny. I just want my book back, if you could please just-”

Then the pair that shared the same face as Danica appeared behind her to suddenly call out her partner. 

“Danica. Stop.”

Danica looked at her sister Sloane, her jaw dropped in shock.

“But-”

“Drop it.” 

Danica could tell Sloane really meant it, and she always did what Sloane told her to do. So that’s exactly what she did. With a flick of her wand, Danica let the book drop to the floor, stomped her foot in a huff, and ran away to go look for something else to entertain herself.

As Char was still standing on top of her chair, Sloane walked over to where the book had dropped and took it over to hand it back to Charlotte. “Here.” Charlotte slowly stepped down from the chair, with a face still stunned at what had just happened. Once she took the book from Sloane, and the girl had long gone away, Char sat back down in her chair, cracking open her book... just enough to thrust her face in it, to hide just how bad her face had blushed a deep shade of red.

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i wanna love saul but imma kill him but he already ded

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thepaperwork replied to your post:uuummmm do teen wolf for the fandom thing yup

OH GOD I’M BOYD/ERICA AS FUCK LIKE I THINK IT WAS MY BIGGEST OTP ON THE SHOW DURING THOSE SEASONS

i hate them so much bc they didn’t get enough time they were there for like 10 seconds and then were gone and i’m so so so mad about it still they were more interesting than literally everyone at that time in the show except maybe scott himself so like? ?? wtf

[sadserotonin]

dear person i like for leave your lover

Dear person I like,

I came to the realization that I liked Davis slow. One by one I realized I liked her smile, liked how she was smaller than me, liked that she challenged me. It slowly dawned upon me that I wanted to kiss her for a long time and see her smile in the mornings and bring our families together. 

That’s not how it went with you. I opened my eyes one day and I was on the floor of somebody’s apartment that I’d dragged you to the night before and you were on the floor too, wearing the same shirt from yesterday and your hair was brighter than the fucking sun with the curtains pulled back that morning but looking at you in that moment, it happened all at once. All at once I realized I liked your smile and that you were shorter than me and that you snipped at me and that I wanted to lean into you and that I wanted to see your hair look that blinding for a long time. 

There was no space to wonder if this was a mistake, if the alcohol was still swimming in my blood, if I was just plain delusional. There was no room for that because there was no way to deny feelings that came that way all at once and made home so comfortably right at the bottom of my heart.

I should’ve felt bad about it the next time we hung out or even the next time we hung out with her but I didn’t. I didn’t love her any less but I didn’t want her to be the one my arm was around either. Words were never my strong point, (oh stop rolling your eyes, I know I talk way more than you like me to. But you know what I mean, I know you do,) so I can’t describe the reasoning behind it or how it felt to be sitting with my hand in hers over the table instead of in yours under. 

I thought about it. About letting you know by simply just…I don’t know, taking your hand in the street one day. How would you respond? You would push me away, likely, whether you liked back or not. And I know you do. I never recognized the way you’d been looking at me for years until I noticed your expression mirrored mine when I wanted you the most and it could only mean 2 things. That I wanted you badly enough to delude myself into seeing things or that you wanted me back. I like to think it’s the latter because I like to think I know you.

As for pushing me away, you’d likely do so because you’d be afraid of hurting her and because you’ve always been terrified of allowing yourself to be too happy. You’d fight me off even if she weren’t in the picture because of it. I suspect that has something to do with your mother.

I’ve never been with a man before but I won’t knock it till I try it, especially not with you. You’re with a man now and it makes my skin crawl. It makes my skin crawl when she squeezes my hand under the table when he says something about how he likes your eyes and she cooes about how cute you two are. Can you see the fire in my pupils, behind my tongue? 

I’ve felt this way for about a month now and every single time I’ve seen you since then the want to just put all of my fingers in your hair and make you come close to me grows. It grows and I don’t know how much longer I could hold it it. Maybe till after you let this boyfriend go. You always let them go. I know that has something to do with your mother. Maybe it has something to do with me. Maybe I’m want it badly enough to delude myself into thinking so.

I think about leaving her more and more every day. Not because I love her any less but because it isn’t fair for me to lay next to her at night and wonder if you love me too. Wonder if you might be laying awake wondering the same about me. I sound like a love sick damn teenager, it’s hilarious. It’s hilarious and juvenile and I figured we’d passed this kind of stuff once we hit twenty but we’re not because here we are. Here I am, writing something that’s going to be on fire in 10 minutes because I need to tell someone. I need to let someone know that I’m helplessly the fuck in love with you, Rowan Swann and I haven’t regretted it for a single second since that day on the cold, hard, dirty floor when my eyes first saw you, quite literally in a different light. 

I needed to let someone know because I don’t think I can tell it to you yet. The time doesn’t feel right and it seems as though you really like this new one. You can’t possibly like him as much as me though, I won’t even entertain the idea of it. You’ll receive me with open arms and I refuse to accept any other outcome. You know this is one of the reasons why I won’t stay with her for much longer anyway. Why I can’t. Because I’ve lost the ability to picture the next week let alone the next years with anyone but you to huddle up to in the London cold. And you to read muggle books with and you to argue endlessly with about everything the books have jammed into our brains. 

Because that vision makes my chest feel as though it’s blooming and I don’t think I can alter that vision to want anything else again. To want anyone else again. So simply know for whenever it is that I finally do tell you the truth, that for the love of Merlin, Rowan, for the love of everything and anything there is, if I can’t have you then I want this entire life alone.

Yours if you’ll have me,

Lev

[sadserotonin]

lecan for the ship meme

who holds the umbrella when it rains: Lorcan of course, he insists it’s the good boyfriend thing to do. Also he’s almost an entire foot taller than her.

who is the grumpiest in the morning: Letha probably, Lorcan wakes up in the morning as if the sun is shining directly out his asshole.

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: They both do? Although Lorcan is both a doting mother when Letha isn’t feeling well and a complete and utter baby when he himself isn’t feeling well sO.

who plays pranks on the other: Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a war waged for many months between them ok Lorcan isn’t one to give up and I feel like Letha isn’t either. 

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: Lorcan probably. He can’t keep his God damn hands off of her and you know it.

who insists on creating nicknames for the other: I can only imagine the wide variety of things by which Lorcan refers to Letha. Everything from honey and babe to inside jokes. He likes the familiarity in referring to someone with a nickname a lot.

who drools on the other when they’re asleep: 10/10 LORCAN. HE WORKS LONG, HARD DAYS SOMETIMES AND IS JUST PLAIN GROSS SOMETIMES OK.

who says ‘I love you’ first: Letha would probably have to considering Lorcan is determined not to jump the gun this time and really know it’s real before considering it serious and all that. Don’t look at me.

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thepaperwork NOTHING HAS CHANGED AWW /hides a tear. 'even when I have no writing muse (always)' lol that's me, we are one. and isNT THAT GREAT IM KEEPING IT FOREVERRRR

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thepaperwork what did i say abt is being twins #twinsaesthetic but same??? im over dependent on queue and lmao i know im just too attached man