I Write, I Think

[witchy-writes-things]

I got bored, wrote this small thing for a oc.

This is unedited Do not leave comments about spelling mistakes or anything of the sort.

TW: Cigarettes and talk of murder

"You know what I want, Nia??" Donnie starts, slamming a folder on the kitchen table in front of his older sister Nia. She looks up from her phone to her younger sibling, popping her gum while waiting for an answer. "I want a boyfriend, but not just any boyfriend, I want one that when I kill someone for them they don't scream about how I'm a monster and try and get me arrested! If that too much to ask for??" He yells, waving his arms around a bit to emphasize his frustrations.

Nia rolls her eyes, Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her purse "not so loud dumbass, your gonna alert the whole neighborhood. However I doubt you'll ever find anyone that doesn't just wanna manipulate you or date you because you're a pretty boy. besides, assuming anyone is stupid enough to actually date you for love, no one wants a murderer boyfriend." She says, taking a death stick out of it's pack and putting it between her lips, starting to search for a lighter. Donnie frowns more. He was a pretty boy, he was unreasonably handsome and it often brought in the wrong people. "everyone in this neighborhood is old or deaf, I'll be fine. But That won't stop me from wanting. And don't call me a pretty boy, you know how I feel about that."

Nia dismisses what he says with a hand wave and a "Sorry, whatever. Anyway, what's in the folder?" She asks after finally finding a lighter.

Donnie picks the folder back up and opens it, going through the several papers inside it "Oh, missing kid reports from Freddy fazbear's." Donnie says. Nia glances up at him before standing and walking over to a open window and lighting her cigarette "Why? And how the hell did you even get that-"

"I just told the station I was picking it up for you and they just gave it to me, And I needed to know if a certain kid was dead yet or not" Donnie continues flicking through the pages and pages of missing kid reports, seeming happy not to find what he's looking for. Nia glances over and takes a drag, blowing the smoke into the open air "what, did some kid kick you in the shins and you want revenge? Revenge being torture and murder?" She asked as a joke, however Donnie looked back up at her with a smile "yes actually."

Nia shakes her head in disappointment "Jesus christ Donnie. And what do you mean 'Dead yet,' it's called a MISSING persons report for a reason."

Donnie only smiles at his sister. "Because, it's Freddie's. obviously the kids where murdered. Besides, the ones that got marked down as kidnappings are too clean. No witnesses, no evidence, just the person reporting it. That's the only word, nothing else. Obviously murders by someone who knows what their doing at least to an extent."

"What are you, a profiler??"

"No, I just stayed up late watching way too much true crime and spending too much time with Mala-"

Donnie gets interupted by Nia's phone starting to go off. Nia groans and reaches out the window, putting her cigarette out on the side of the house before dropping it on the concrete and grabbing her phone, answering the call. "Hel- Caden don't interrupt me...yeah yeah whatever, what do you want……...no! There is no way in hell I am coming in early, I havn't even- wait an actually interesting murder case?...I'll be there in ten." Nia hangs up and shoves her phone into her pocket, looking towards her younger brother

"I'm going in, we got an actually interesting case for one." Nia walks away from him without waiting for him to say anything so she could grab her stuff. Donnie didn't say anything anyway, just went back to looking through the papers.

About 3 minutes later Nia's just about to head out the door and Donnie's on the couch doing Lord knows what. Just before Nia heads out the door she stops and turns and speaks quietly "If your gonna do something, make sure you clean it up. I don't wanna be covering for you."

Donnie looks up at her "I will. When have I ever left something behind to point it at me or you?" He gives a smirk and Nia rolls her eyes "Just making sure you know not to be dumb. I'm going now." She then opens the door and swiftly leaves.

Donnie waited until he heard the sound of Nia's car leaving before he pulled out his favorite knife- it was a simple one, black and blue and sort of dull, but it was his favorite none the less. He puts it in a bag then picks up said bag, taking it out the door with him then setting it into the passengers seat of his truck.

Now, he wasn't one that went out of his way to go after kids, but when their brats and fuck with him, that's when they lose their mercy card.

[witchy-writes-things]

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Totally didn't write this entire one shot at 1 am, nope, not me, nu-uh.

This is terrible and short but I havn't written in months s o

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The grass felt soft under her fingertips, the small occasional rock being much different, it being cold, and hard to the touch. Unlike the two ground items the starry sky looked warm and colorful, it looked so close and small yet if you put your hand up it was nothing compared. Green, blue, purple, and just a dash of red lit up the area around her. She felt almost disconnected from her body as she got lost in the beauty of the sky, the only thing keeping her connected being the need to blink every now and then. She felt at peace, looking at something so simple yet so great.

She'll have to thank Kayla later for doing this, it was wonderful.

She continued to stare up at the sky, a slight breeze bringing a strand of hair into her face and atop her glasses. A hand that wasn't hers comes into her vision and brushed the hair strand off, the hand retreating out of her vision after. Lily recognized the hand the moment she saw it, it was pale and had a singular silver ring on the thumb along with pink and magenta nails. She knew it was Kelly's hand.

She stays silent as she listens to Kelly sit down in the grass next to her. She doesn't look away from the sky while Kelly speaks "It's pretty. Did you do this?" She asked. The girl laying in the grass didn't answer and Kelly took note "I'll take that as a no. I'll assume this was Kayla then, this seems like a Kayla thing to do." Another breeze goes by and she blinks, her eyes focusing back on the sky immediately after. Her eyes drifted over the mixing colors and streams of stars, taking in every detail, trying to burn it into her mind as if the sky would go dark any second

Another strand of blue hair appeared in her vision and her focus seemed to shift to that. The single piece of hair ruining her view of something so great, something that once it's gone will never be back, at least not with the magic it has now.

A giggle escapes Kelly's lips and she scoots closer, carefully reaching over and taking the blue bangs into her hands. She reaches into her cardigan pocket and pulls out a hair clip, pinning the bangs back so they stay out of the way. Kelly looks towards the rest of the hair that was mixed with the grass, it mixed together so perfectly Kelly was amazed. But it was everywhere, and messy. Kelly glances around at all the flowers, the rose bushes and tiger lily's, the daisy's and irises, the peony's and the dandelions, and all of the other flowers that Kelly couldn't remember the names of. She wasn't always good with names, especially of things.

Kelly looks back towards the girl in the grass, a smile slowly forming on her face "I'm gonna make some flower crowns, want one?" Kelly pays close attention to her eyes and hands, waiting for some sort of movement.

Blink.

Kelly's smile grows and she gives a soft look "Alright. Not very talkative today, are you sugar plum?" Kelly stands up and goes over to a grouping of dandelions, starting to pick them "That's okay, you don't need to speak, I can. Unless you don't want me to, that is." She stops in her tracks and looks over her shoulder, waiting.

Tap Tap

Kelly gives nothing but a nod and goes back to picking what she needed in silence. After a bit Kelly glances at her and starts to weave the flowers together, occasionally looking up at the sky. She had to admit, it was beautiful. More silence follows And it stays that way for a while, Kelly just making flower crowns in silence while the other girl kept her eyes glued to the sky. It was nice. Nothing could ruin this for her. The peace she feels, the peace she had been waiting so, so long for. She knew it wouldn't last forever but she wants to enjoy it while she can.

After a bit longer she feels something new touch her hand, and she slowly closes her hand around it, keeping her eyes up. Flower petals and stems. A flower crown, she assumed in blue. It was her color, Kelly knew that. A smile creeps onto her face as she holds the flower crown. She knew it was stupid how such small things brought the rare smile to her face.

A flower crown made by her dear.

Looking at a galaxy sky while laying in the grass in silence.

It was all so simple yet made her so, so happy.

However everything must come to and end.

A loud bang brought the blank look back to her face and a shocked one to Kelly's as Caroline and Hanna came running in, being unreasonably loud. Hanna had her arms wrapped around Caroline "Let go Hanna!" "No-!"

They both froze when they saw what was going on

They where definitely interrupting something.

Caroline paid little mind to it "Make Hanna let go!" She yelled, attempting to shake Hanna off. She knew she couldn't use fire as a threat so playing the 'i'm telling mom' card would just have to work.

Kelly quickly gets up "Both of you, knock it off! Your gonna disturb her-"

"No need Kelly, I needed to get up eventually and come back to reality." The girl in the grass slowly sits up, her hair falling flat on her back. She takes the hair clip out and her bangs fall back into her face. She pulls said hair into her hand and pulls a hairtie off of her wrist, pulling her hair into a messy bun. She then puts the flower crown on her head, standing up and turning towards the others.

"Let's get to work then, shall we?"

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “How the hell are you still alive?”

Person B: “Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.”

[thatostrichwriter-deactivated20]

Dialogue That Gets Scarier When Trapped In A Hug:

1.“I know what you did.”

2.“Just play along. Please.”

3.“When I let go, run for your life.”

4.“Don’t open your eyes.” 

5.“Don’t look.” 

6.“You’re right. None of this is real.”

7.“They can hear us.”

8.“Play along or they might take us both.”

9.“I always knew you’d die in my arms.”

9.“Go. Go now, and don’t look back.”

10.“Wake up. Before they get you too.” 

11.“You know I’m not real, don’t you?”

12.“Don’t. Move.”

13.“How can’t you see them? They’re right there!”

14.“It’s almost like when you were still alive.”

15.“Wrong choice.”

16.“You’ll be free soon.”

17.“You can’t go back home now. They’ll be waiting.” 

18.“Shh. They’ve got your apartment bugged.”

19.”I’ll make it quick, I promise.”

20.”Did you think I just forgot?”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

One Liner Prompt list #11

1- “Are you ok? You sound like you’ve been gargling glass.”

2- “No no no, sorry! I just-… I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.”

3- “For once, this isn’t actually my fault.”

4- “….Did you just sniff me?”

5- “Give me back my keys! I’m fine!”

6- “You’re my boss, not my mum. Why are you so worried about me all of a sudden?”

7- “I’m not going to like what you’re about to tell me…. am I?”

8- “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

9- “I didn’t know you had a cat.”

10- “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!”

11- “Excuse you, I can be as dramatic and ridiculous as I want, outside of work hours. You can’t stop me.”

12- “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

13- “Don’t be sorry…. It was kind of cute actually.”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

December Prompts 🌟

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

starry night

baking

hot chocolate

scarf

music

snowflakes

joy

sweets

fuzzy socks

sleigh ride

stars

mulled wine

candles

books

ornaments

snowball fight

miracle

christmas market

apron

coming home

wrapping paper

christmas tree

fairy lights

secrets

family

cookies

reunions

snowman

wishes

silence

fireworks

[write-on-world]

Reblogged from Writing About Writing Facebook page.

[sneakykneecaps]

How To Reference Romantic Attraction Between Your Characters:

Person A’s inability to make eye-contact for long periods of time while Person B is constantly looking into A’s eyes. (extra points if Person A looks away and blushes)

Interest Copying (When interested in another person, humans tend to copy that person’s movements, stature, etc)

Cute nervous ticks while around one another (Dont just use blushing and stuttering! Other ticks exist! Shuffling, fiddling their thumbs, scratching the back of their neck, bouncing their leg, nervous laughter, picking at their palm, biting the inside of their cheek, etc!)

Remembering little details about one another (How person A never eats the beans on their plate, or person B’s favorite color, the color of their eyes, where their birthmark is, are they a morning or night person? Bonus points if they figure this information out by observation, not by being told!)

Constantly smiling or laughing around their love interest

Confessing their love (but only in Spanish)

[witchy-writes-things]

Tw: cheating. Think that's all

Because I love to cause pain to my happy oc

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Cassie pulled into her driveway after an extremely long shift at work, a little tired but excited none the less. She decided to surprise her boyfriend and asked her best Friend Karlen to help her out with it. Cassie knew Alister should be home, but if she plays her cards right she should be able to set things up.

With a small giggle Cassie and Karlen got out of the car and quickly went to the back to pull things out. Karen grabbed most of it and Cassie grabbed a little bit, just so if Her boyfriend was by the front door he wouldn't question why she went shopping and came back empty handed.

Cassie told Karlen to go to the backyard and Cassie went to the front door. She takes out her keys to unlock the door but notices the door was already cracked open. She thought this was a little odd, considering what's happened and they both always locked the door. However she shrugged it off and slowly opened the door. Thankfully it was silent for her as she slipped into the house and closed the door.

Cassie immediately took note of how all the lights where off except for the lights in the kitchen. She also noticed how her dog, Zad, was standing in the doorway of said kitchen, barking and growling at something inside while a hushed voice tried to tell him "stop" and "knock it off."

Cassie was getting a little suspicious, so she quickly took off her shoes and set them on the couch, her socks silencing her steps as she creeped into the kitchen. She pats Zad's head and gives him a little scratch behind the ears so he'd scoot over before she fully came in.

Time almost seemed to stop as she witnessed what was going on Infront of her. Her boyfriend and some random guy where making out. Alister on the counter and the other guy in front of him. She just stared for a moment, Zad sitting next to her whimpering.

He knew what was going on. He's a smart dog.

She looked them both up and down, noticing how some but not all clothing was missing. Cassie leaned against the wall and waited for them to realize she was there.

Normally she was chill if it was just a kiss. People want to experiment, see what they like and don't, she understood that. She was okay with that, at the end of the day it was nothing big.

But this was Different. This was much different.

…

10 minutes. It took them 10 minutes to seperate for a reason other then to breathe. The other guy was smiling and asked "When did you say the girl comes home?" He asks, and Alister looked down "She said she was working late, so probably soon."

However, they where startled by a familiar voice. "Oh, Cassie's home already." Karlen said, her voice dangerously low as she stares daggers at the two men, then she glances at Cassie.

Alister knew he fucked up now.

Both the men slowly looked in the direction Karlen was looking, seeing Cassie with tears in her eyes and a blank look on her face. She pat's her dogs head then looks back at the men. Specifically her boyfriend.

She takes a deep breathe then opens her mouth to speak, however nothing comes out. Not yet. She gives a weak smile and shakes her head. "I should have expected this." She says quietly

Alister gets off the counter and takes a step towards her "Cassie, Baby, let me-" however Cassie puts a finger up "Don't call me baby and don't come any closer!" She snapped. Alister froze and stared at her

Cassie took a shaky breath and started speaking "I know this is my fault. I pretty much encouraged it, but...I- you said you where better then him. You said you wouldn't do that to me. You told me you loved me and now this was going on?" She looks down and goes back to petting the dog, just to keep her hands busy. "H...how long have you been doing this when I'm not home?" She questioned, the tears threatening to spill.

Alister looked away and didn't respond. Cassie frowned a bit "That's what I thought. I want you out by tomorrow morning or I'm grabbing my shotgun." She said before turning and exiting the kitchen.

Cassie whistles and Zad gets up and follows. Karlen pushes past the two men and follows her friend, going out the door and slamming it.

That was a night to remember

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I couldn't find the motivation to finish or fix this. So un-edited and not finished.

I'll remake it again eventually, my something else has my attention rn and I wanna do tHaT-

[witchy-writes-things]

TW: catching someone cheating, I think that's it

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Cassie stood in her bedroom door, staring at the girl in her bed pinned under a man.

The girl was not her, but the male was supposedly supposed to be hers.

Yet she couldn't tell who the man was. Just that what he was doing was wrong and it hurt her

She wasted no time running away from the room and down the hall. It must have been dripping from the ceiling because Cassie had some sort of liquid on her face as she ran

Definitely the ceiling.

She grabbed her jacket and pulled her keys out of the pocket then ran out the front door, pulling the jacket on as she ran to her car. She quickly got in, hearing a voice call her name.

Cassie pulls out of the drive way, ignoring the screaming of her name and what sounded like threats, driving away from it as she wiped at her eyes.

Wait...this has happened before, hasn't it?

Suddenly Cassie could only see black. Wait, eyes closed.

She slowly opens them and glances around, realizing she was in her room

Must have just been a nightmare-

Except something is touching her.

Something is touching her shoulder

Someone is touching her

Someone is touching her shoulder.

As the hand that was touching Cassie started to shake her a bit she grabs the wrist and throws the person over her and her bed, throwing them against the wall. They hit the wall and lay down at the base of it, slowly sitting up with a groan

She's really strong and the wall is close to her bed so it makes sense.

She held her hand out, her breathing heavy. Only then did she notice how much she was shaking. Huh, that's weird.

As she realizes the person is now getting on their feet she wastes no time throwing the covers off of her and running out of her room. She runs down the hallway to her kitchen

She climbs up onto the counter and up onto the fridge. She had kinda high ceilings and it was dark so she felt like that was a good spot to hang for the moment.

She tries to remember who she threw.

Looked like a guy, it didn't seem like a very feminine build.

Her sister was sleeping, the person was too big to be the 6 year old, and the other female in her house was much to talk and heavy for Cassie to lift. So it had to be a guy.

Or she thought so.

Maybe it was alister, that would make sense to her.

The hair looked too short to be Alister. He had long blond hair.

But maybe he had it tied up. The hair looked kinda blond

Or at least she thought so. She was still kinda trying to wake up. She never got a good sleep because she knew she was being stalked, but he's gone. Now she can't sleep because she always gets the same nightmare, only a little different each time but always worse then last time.

As Cassie heard footsteps quickly approach her kitchen she silences her thoughts to the best of her ability and holds her breathe.

She could faintly see the silhouette of what she confirmed to be a man with his hair tied up walk in and look around in almost panic

She gently touched her face to feel something wet. Was the ceiling leaking or something? While distracted she almost slips off of the fridge but quickly catches herself and scoots back. The footsteps of the man stopped and she did her best to be silent.

Don't get caught.

Don't get caught or he'll get you.

Don't get caught or else he'll hurt you

Don't get caught if you wanna live.

There was a quiet and soft "Cassie? Are you in here?" From the man as he slowly walked around the room. Okay, that's definitely her boyfriend Alister.

...or was it?

What if she's getting messed with? She wouldn't put her horrid ex to do so.

However, her mouth moves behind her rain and she says a tiny, almost silent "Yeah."

The footsteps come towards the fridge and a hand appears, just resting on the top of the fridge "Baby, are you on the fridge?" He asked carefully and she says nothing.

She's been found.

But she's okay.

So, carefully, she sets her own hand on top of his.

Their gonna have a /lot/ to talk about.

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Started last night and finished tonight (ha, rhyming) and I kinda hate it but it's done and I'm tired and ready to move on s o

Unedited

[witchy-writes-things]

TW: crying ig?

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Cassie nodded along to what Her Co-worker Kyle was saying, not really paying attention as she text a friend. Kyle smirked then lightly hit her arm "Hey, if he hurts you just tell me and I'll murder him for you"

He was talking about her new boyfriend

He was surprised when she didn't roll her eyes at him or say something sarcastic back, or even give him the resting bitch face.

She just started tearing up

They were the only ones in the room so there wasn't anyone else to try and murder Kyle for upsetting Cassie. But he panicked non the less.

"Hey Hey Hey it's alright! Did I say something stupid again? I'm sorry-"

Cassie shook her head and put a finger up "I'm gonna start crying-" she already sounded like she was about to "-But I want you to ignore that and instead listen to what I'll try to say."

Kyle nods and leans back in his chair, waiting to listen. He made Cassie upset, he should at least listen.

Tears start pouring down Cassie's face and she hiccups a bit "I need you to stop threatening my boyfriend because your gonna chase him away and I'm already attached so if he leaves I'm gonna be more sad and no one wants that" she sobbed "So please stop because if he leaves I'm not gonna be able to find another boyfriend because by then i'll decide it isn't worth the heartbreak anymore and I don't want that!" She continued, stopping here and there to cry and getting stopped by her hiccups

Kyle put his hand up and slowly reached into his desk to pull out a bag of candy "It's okay! Your right, I need to stop, so I'll stop. Here" Kyle holds out the bag to Cassie and she takes it "Tha-nk you-" she says, then opens the bag and starts stuffing her face with the treat

This was gonna be a long night.

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I got bored last night and wrote this small thing

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[theworld-is-out-there]

@boopifer you write lots of angst. Thought this might come in handy.

[boopifer]

The number of people who have tagged me in this genuinely delights me!! Thank you!

[lunarsystem25]

I needed this

[tmifangirl3096]

Writing

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Thanks this will help with the angst

[7abby-cat]

Saving this for absolutely totally no reason

[witchy-writes-things]

TW: constant death mention (no one actually dies), probably some bad writing, feeling like sHiT, And walls of text that I do not apologize for-

I think that's it

I spent an entire day on this even tho it was a re-write of a crappily written out idea, but this is just before something better so :)

Please don't take any of this personally or take it to heart, it is only loosely based an a unrelated but real event. None of this is real -_-

Really hope I didn't miss anything in this like spelling or I'm gonna die inside :'3

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Having online friends is both a curse and a blessing. It has pros and cons just like anything else

Pros. you make friends who you can interact with whenever.

Cons. they can never speak to you again and there’s nothing you can do about it

There’s more than this, those are just the obvious ones

Those might at least explain what happened

I stared at my phone, the screen showing an online friend of mine’s profile, saying they were online. I checked our chat to see the last thing said was by me a few hours ago. I raised a brow. Their timezone was close to mine and it was only 8:01 pm here, and they normally stay up late. I’m sure their busy or something-

That thought got interrupted by a very loud “They’re dead!” that was right by my ear. I flinched and immediately scooted away “The f-” i started but got cut off by another yell “They’re all dead! We’ll never talk to them again and it’s probably our fault and we can’t go to the funerals!” she went on and I rolled my eyes. It’s only been a few hours come on

I looked at the girl i didn’t know and shook my head “No, they’re not dead. I’m pretty sure their just busy, they disappear randomly a lot so it’s nothing new. They have other chats, other stuff, a life, they have one of those. Ya know, a life?” i say, looking at her and noticing how she kept looking over her shoulder like someone was just gonna appear there. The girl in front of my shook her head “no no no they’re always here at this time! They stay with us at this time always and something happened to them!” she yells, looking over her shoulder again.

She seems paranoid. I sit up straight and look her in the eye, which she does not meet “What’s your name kid?” i asked her and she looks back at me, then looks to the side “Hanna” she mumbles. I smile at her “Alright Hanna, everything is going to be fine. They’re just busy like i said” i told her but she only got all worked up again. “No! You don’t know that! They could have just stopped talking to you and you would never know why!” she yells again as she starts to pace around, fiddling with her fingers and pulling on them.

I finally took notice of the feeling, the one that feels like someone wrapped their arms around my chest and is squeezing as hard as they can. I feel like i can’t breathe yet i am perfectly fine.

Hanna keeps going on, her voice getting deeper and echo-y and lowkey demon-y as they talk and pace “They could die and we’d never know why and we’d just think they hated us and never wanted to talk to us again and we would never get the answer to our questions and it would haunt us forever and we wouldn’t be able to live with our selves and we’d blame ourselves! They could be getting hurt or hurting someone and we would NEVER know!” Hanna shouts, now pacing around the coffee table, she’s also waving her arms around a lot, and when she’s not she’s fiddling and pulling her fingers. i can see a mark starting to make itself in the carpet since she’s walking in the same spots over and over. It kinda looks like there’s something black in her footsteps on the carpet, does she have something on her feet?

Hanna pays no attention to this, however. “Anything could happen! To them- or us! We could die and they would never know. We could lose our phone forever and they would never know. Even if just our wifi goes out we can't talk to them, and they could think we’re ignoring them and they would hate us and wish they never met us and i don’t wanna be the next amelia!”

Oh.

Oh, she went there.

I could feel the headache form and I groaned, not liking the feeling, i felt like a million different hands were touching me even tho i was home alone and i hated it. Hanna’s voice seemed to get louder even tho i knew she didn’t change her volume, I put my hands over my eyes then leaned to the side against the couch, everything was too bright now and i’m tired. I don’t like feeling like this and the tightness seemed to get even tighter somehow but again, no one was touching me. I could hear something other than Hanna, but what was it? I don’t know but for the moment i don’t care because now i actually feel like i can’t breathe.

I could hear Hanna keep going with her...what am i supposed to call it? Her ranting? Her, uh...concerns? I don’t know what to call it but she went on paying zero attention to me. “If they never knew what happened to us we'd be sad, and if we get too sad more constantly we'd be depressed and if nothing got better like how nothing ever gets better for us we'd eventually-"

And you know what? I was starting to believe her.

Before i could suffer any longer a hand found it’s way under the back of my shirt, fingertips lightly ran up and down my back, the nails of the person were long but not weirdly long and they felt painted. A sweet voice came with a soft tone and it seemed to be directed at Hanna. “Hunny, please leave poor Luni alone with this, you gonna give them a heart attack and they don’t deserve that.” her voice was calm, and honestly it calmed me down too, just a small bit.

. . .

This girl clearly knew what she was doing because within a minute or two I was laying on my side with my head in her lap, my eyes closed as i just focused on my breathing. The girl started to hum quietly and i could hear Hanna pacing a few feet away, or maybe i was wrong and she was further or closer. I don’t know, i’m tired, let me live. The girl speaks up again, keeping the calm and gentle tone in her voice. Taking note of how close she was to my head she was a little quieter when speaking. “I know this is just what you do and how you are and how you work but you can't get so worked up Hun or your gonna kill Luni in the process.” she gestures to the me in her lap as she keeps her hand under the back of my shirt, still dragging her fingertips up and down my back, sometimes going over my spine. I liked it. I felt a lightweight come onto me and i cracked open my eyes, immediately regretting it and shutting them again, too bright-

[C]Instead, i carefully felt what was put on me with my hand. It felt like a cardigan, probably the tan one i believe i saw her wearing. I heard Hanna speak up again, and she seems to be sitting on the couch next to us “Well- I, uh- yeah, but what if! They could happen Kelly!” she says a little too loudly and i make a face, too loud-

[C]Who i believe is Kelly puts a finger on her lip and makes a small “shh” noise, then she smiled “There are a lot of possibilities that could happen always. We just have to wait and see what happens, M’kay? 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨, let present us breathe and take a break from the stress, alright? We can handle this later.” Kelly says and Hanna sighs then gave a nod as she yawns “i guess...i’m gonna go, I’ll see you after dinner kelly” Hanna says much more quietly, then she just disappears

I let out a small sigh, if it was out of relief or something else i didn’t know. I gently tap kelly on the leg “Do you know each other?” i ask her and she runs a hand through my purple hair “i do. That’s Hanna and she gets a bit worked up sometimes but she means well” Kelly explains and i just nod. I yawn and Kelly quietly chuckled “I think it’s nap time for you sweetpea, you deserve it.” she says and i slowly nod, a nap sounds nice. I finally notice the tightness in my chest was gone and it very much satisfied me. I close my eyes for a second and when i open them Kelly is gone.

I sit up and rub my eyes then grab a blanket off the couch, laying back down on the floor. I take a nap right there, not a care in the world, even tho I can hear my phone buzzing with notifications nearby.

[C]=========================

Wrote this for @ask-the-xzuan-family :)

[sassycolortheorist101-blog]

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* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)