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reverie-wtf​:

F L A S H B A C K

pulling her shirt over her head, she looked over at the other, before quickly scanning around the room for her other sock. she had been hanging out with cain for a while, and she knew at some point her feelings towards him had changed, the events of tonight confirming it on her part at least. she couldn’t remember how they had ended up in her bed together, or particularly care right now as she quicky pulled her clothes back on, just that they had, and to her, it had meant something. settling back down, she smiled softly over at cain, patting the space next to her as she grabbed for her blanket. “so…that was nice. whatever the hell that was?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “actually…what was that?”

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cain knew he should get up. he’d been in reverie’s position enough times to believe her getting dressed was his cue to get going. most time he’d not only be cool with this, but glad for it; there’s nothing worse than a clingy hookup who wants to cuddle after a fuck. at least that’s what he thought until reverie had moved to get up and he found himself having to resist the urge to take her hand and pull her back towards him. not only that but, for whatever fucking he reason, he was actually hurt kind of bothered by the thought of her wanting him to leave. the thought made him feel completely ridiculous, and he tried his best to ignore it as he put his boxers on. he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking around half-heartedly in search of his jeans when rev settled back down in bed. when he turned and saw her smiling, it was like he could breathe again. okay, so she didn’t want him to leave. and he didn’t want to leave. and he didn’t know what to do with that information, but he didn’t have to think about it right now. now he just smiled back at her and moved to the spot on the bed she’d indicated. without thinking he reached for her, wanting her closer. “i believe it’s called sex,” he joked instinctively, though he suspected it hadn’t been just sex. jesus fuck, when had he become such a sap? “technicalities aside, i’m… not sure what that was. but i also think it was really fucking nice,” he said, sounding a lot less nonchalant than he’d hoped.

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ftchai​:

     after the explanation had fallen from her lips, chai felt the urge to cover them with both hands to keep anything else from spilling out, once it truly dawned on her who she was talking to. how many times had she tried to get meet up with him, get him to answer her calls, texts, and not with the usual nonchalance, but how he used to. chai gulped through the knot in her throat, her brown eyes slightly widening at his suggestion, not expecting it. quiet as mouse now, she nodded in agreement. 

it had been a while since she was this close, so she took a moment to gaze at cain’s face, noticing how the street lights hit his features, lyrics already blossoming in her mind. her thoughts are interrupted when he speaks, chai quickly directing her attention to the sidewalk in front of them, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. noticing his tone, she considered how much of the night she should retell. “ he was … average. real skinny, dark hair. drunk. ” she pauses for a moment. her tone was paradoxical, delicately cold, full of sadness, and any attempts to conceal it were in vain.  “ i was singing. he came up to me. grabbed me by the arm, kept shouting, but i didn’t understand a word he said. ” curiously, she glances at her arm, coincidentally the one cain was holding, she notices the indents of the stranger’s nails, but pretends she doesn’t, quickly resuming the story. “ a few people were listening to me, so someone pushed him around long enough for me to get out of there. i guess that wasn’t enough for him. ” a sigh wasn’t enough to ease her increasing stress levels, chai searching her jeans’ pockets, underneath her cinderella dress. she held out the opened pack of cigarettes as an offer for cain, before taking one for herself. “ it’s fine. i’m OK. ”

it’s only once the initial worry wears off that cain realises he impulsively invited chai over to his house. and it’s only after that that he realises that she’s never even been to his place since he moved out of his parents’. he doesn’t know why that thought bothers him, and doesn’t care to know, either. he just brushes it aside, forcing himself to focus solely on chai’s retelling of the night’s events.

it’s hard not to let the past seep into his mind, however, as he feels anger surging in his chest once again at the idea of chai going through that. the feeling’s too personal to be pure outrage at the idea of a random girl being harassed. sure, that makes him angry too, of course; he’s a (sort of) decent fucking human being, after all. but the fact that the asshole had not only harassed chai, but done so while interrupting her music, her greatest passion… it makes his blood boil. and still, he suspects that’s not the whole story. he may not know the person chai’s grown into the past few years, but he can still recognise the familiar the note of sadness in her voice, but also the calculation in it.

(or maybe these things are obvious or maybe they’re not even there at all and he’s just desperately trying to pretend he still knows her at all, that the damage isn’t irreparable, that he can still fix this even as part of him desperately wants to push her further away.)

he follows her gaze down to the arm where his hand still lays, grip firm but gentle. his eyes land on the idents of nails before quickly travelling elsewhere and he lets go of her as casually as possible. he suspects chai hadn’t meant for him to see that and he’s not one to pry. he takes the offered cigarette, grateful to have something to do with his hands, feeling instantly more at ease. he knows he should ask more, to call her out on how it’s not fine and how she’s not OK, but he can’t. “that’s fucked up,” he says instead after a moment, looking down at the cigarette. “and i think most people wouldn’t be OK after something like that,” it’s the best he can come up with. he doesn’t know what else to say; he lacks to vocabulary to express the anger he feels on her behalf, the way he still aches for her aches. he hopes she still feels it somehow. “i’m sorry,” he adds, finally turning to properly look at her. it feels like speaking a foreign language, but it’s earnest, more earnest than he remembers being in a long time. he finally brings the cigarette to his lips, lighting it and taking a long drag.  “i hope he didn’t totally ruin your gig.”

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14, 10, 30, 69

14. Do you miss someone?

“sure.”

10. When was your last physical fight?

“probably like a couple of months ago with some random drunk dumbass at a party. it was so stupid, i just, like, spilt his drink or whatever and he went ape shit.”

30. What’s irritating you right now?

“existing is getting pretty old. could do without.”

69. Do you believe in soulmates?

“nope.”

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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🌙🌿 Fairytale inspired questions 🧚🏼‍♂️✨

witch’s broom; Do you ever wish you could be a child again? Why?

stardust; How was your first kiss?

herbs; Do you believe in magic?

luna; What’s the best book you’ve ever read?

magical land; Name a person that inspires you.

hobbit; Looking back those last 4 years,is there something you regret doing?

pixie dust; Have you ever loved somebody? And if you have, do you still talk to each other?

secret garden; Do you believe in soulmates?

wonderland; What are you looking for in a friend?

forest nymph; Do you ever daydream?

snow white; What is your biggest dream?

enchanted; Do you have a crush right now?

elf; What’s your favorite time of the day? Why?

owl; How do you want to be remembered?

spells; In what time period would you rather be living in?

muse; How do you like to relax?

mythical; Dream destination?

rose petal; A few small things that make you happy?

twinkle; A quote to live by?

spark; Favorite film?

angel; What’s the last person you talked to?

roses; What fictional universe would you like to live in?

castle; Favorite fictional character?

swan lake; Do you like poems? If so, what’s one of your favorites?

doe; Have you ever written a letter?

once upon a time; Do you dream every night? And do you remember last night’s dream?

dandelion; What’s your favorite plant/flower?

shooting stars; Are you more of a cat or a dog person?

candlelight; Coffee or tea?

princess; Favorite tv show at the moment?

love potion; Have you ever had any magical/paranormal experiences?

pressed flowers; What’s the first beautiful thing you see around you?

sweet daisies; Do you believe in love at first sight?

jasmine tea; Forest or sea?

moonlight; Sun or Moon?

cherries; Do you keep a journal?

starlight; Share a secret.

velvet; Have you ever wished upon a star?

crystals; What’s your spirit animal?

glow; What do you value most in people?

sugarplum; Do you like children?

honey; Favorite song with meaning to you?

gardenia; Rain or Sunlight?

dwarf; Do you enjoy horror films?

magic mirror; Zodiac sign?

merpeople; Favorite scent?

mystical; Most beautiful name and word you can think of?

cloud kingdom; Have you ever been to a concert?

feather; What excites you about life?

glittery dream; Baths or showers?

unicorn; Favorite food?

elven palace; Self care tips?

rabbit hole; What color are your eyes?

mermaid lagoon; What color is your hair?

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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Annoy my muse.

Try to make my muse react, annoy and irritate them, fluster them. Just bother the everloving fuck out of them.

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Send Me Your Assumptions About Me And I’ll Respond With “Correct,” “Nope” or “Kinda”

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embrysilva​:

“oh, you’d fight a ghost for me, would you?” she said, raising her eyebrows and letting out a laugh, “you wouldn’t run off with your tail between your legs? because i feel like you would definitely run off with your tail between your legs if a real life ghost tried to fight you.” she teased, patting his shoulder. “but no, it’s not the spirits.”  she said with a sigh, “i just woke up feeling weird, and since then, everyone’s been pissing me off…” she stopped, thinking for a moment, “well… pissing me off more than usual, you know?” she snorted, grabbing her water bottle and taking a sip. “your turn. because i know a juicy peach when i see one and you are not it”

“don’t flatter yourself, darling. you know i’m always down to fight,” he teased, though his smile was warm. “if ‘a real life ghost’—” cain started, mocking her previous words, “—tried to fight me, i’d kick their ass into a different spiritual plane,” he joked, all fake bravado. they both knew how often he got his ass kicked by humans. it was unlikely that it’d be much different when it came to spirits. “wanna talk about it?” cain wasn’t big on heart-to-hearts, but hearing about people bitching about other being annoying... that he could do. "hey, what the fuck! i’m totally juicy! i’m the juiciest peach in town!” he feigned outrage and tried to avoid this line of questioning.

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ftchai​:

     despite the two toned hair, a cinderella costume from the kid’s section dressed over her baggy jeans and smudged eyeliner, chai’s heart was POUNDING as she practically jogged past the shops and bars downtown. the sole thought on her mind was how she wished she could run faster to shake off the feeling she’s being followed, if only it weren’t for the acoustic guitar that towered behind her, strapped onto her back. it took only a couple of glances over her shoulder, and her paranoia became reality. sighing, her usual internal battle commences. chai weighs out her options, the LAST thing she wants to do is approach someone with HER problems, maybe she could ditch the guitar and —

“ HEY !! wait up ! ” the words fell out of her mouth unrehearsed, calling out to the first person that fell into her line of sight, speeding towards them, her tone became almost a whisper. “ hey. ” exhausted, she holds a finger up as a plead for a second to catch her breath. “ i’m SO sorry. this fuckin’ weirdo, 8 o'clock, don’t look. help … ? — let’s just, let’s just keep walking, please ? ”

  cain isn’t usually the type to turn around at someone calling out. even when he hears his name being called out loud and clear he’ll often pretend not to hear, just to spare himself of the social interaction. still, something about this voice in particular makes him turn before he has time to consider it. and as soon as he realises the familiar voice belongs to a distressed chai, he understands why.

   normally he’d be annoyed at this unplanned meeting, but chai’s obviously freaked out by something and all he can feel is worry. by the time she tells him not to look, he’s already scanning the street for the aforementioned weirdo, though still sure as to who it might be. he figures it’s safe to wait a moment for the girl to catch her breath, and then takes her arm, walking again. “c’mon, my place is just a couple of blocks away,” he says, even though she knows that. he looks over his shoulder again, anger simmering just under his skin at the thought of some creep following chai around. “what’s he look like? did he do anything to you?” he asks, anger barely contained in his words.

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embrysilva​:

an amused smile crossed embry’s lips as soon as cain had spoken. she’d recognised his voice immediately of course, as it was both a welcome one, and one that had been a pain in her arse from basically the moment he’d stepped into their high school on his first day as a freshman. she finally turned towards him when he spoke again, noting the sarcasm in his voice. “they told me you’d drop dead if you disrespected me today.” she mused, walking towards him and crossing her arms, “they also may have mentioned that i’d be the one doing the… dead-ing” she added, though her expression of mischief faded slightly as she noticed something had been off about him too. perhaps everyone was having a tough day today. “you doing alright there, squirt?”

cain was glad to find that, even if embry seemed to be in low-spirits, it didn’t keep her from her usual brutal comebacks. he was grateful for their dynamic, though he’d be caught dead before admitting it to her. still, embry and her bantering were a constant in his life, and god knew he needed that. “way harsh, tai,” he quoted with an expression of faux hurt. “but at least i’ll die doing what i love, right? that’s not so bad.” as he realised she’d caught on to his less-than-great mood, he put on a smile. “peachy keen, darling,” he replied and rested his chin over his hands, elbow on the shop counter. despite the sarcastic words, his tone was neutral. “you don’t look so hot yourself. are the spirits getting you down? ‘cause i don’t want to fight a ghost but i will if i have to.”

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embrysilva·:

stacks of rings filled embry’s fingers as she arranged the store’s crystals from the mess that they’d been put in after a group of gushing teenagers had been in, desperately seeking anything to have brandon or luke or whoever fall in love with them. it had taken all of embry’s self control to keep from taking a particularly large chunk of rose quartz from behind the counter and throwing it directly into their flushed faces. she had woken up in an off mood that morning, and it had followed her to work and remained even now, when she had a mere twenty minutes before she could close the doors and get drunk at the closest bar that was selling two for one margaritas. she’d just finished putting away the final piece of obsidian when she heard the familiar bell indicating that someone had walked into the store. without glancing back, she let out a heavy sigh, indicating her poor mood, “so, what’ll it be? fame or fortune?”

cain hadn’t planned on walking into embry’s shop that day. the place wasn’t what he’d call his “scene”, but ever since the girl had started working there, he’d taken to stopping by every once in a while on his way home from work. usually it was just to be a pain in her ass — ask overly serious questions about things she knew he didn’t believe in and try not to laugh as she was forced to answer so as to not make a bad impression on the real customers. he wasn’t in much of a mood for that just then, though; his work day had been hell and he wanted nothing more than to forget all about it. but as he walked in front of the shop and noticed a dejected looking embry was the only one inside, he decided maybe her company could do him some good. “you tell me,” he answered with a smirk not quite as sharp as usual. “what do the cards tell you?"

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3, 7, 14?

3. are they good at sports?

“i can ice skate pretty well. or at least i could as a kid. would probably break my ass if i tried now.”

7. celebrity crush?

“jeff goldblum and i’m tired of people accusing me of being ironic about it.”

14. greatest fear(s)?

“well, considering my aforementioned deadly bee allergy, bees. not particularly fond of small spaces either.”

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19-25 odds only

have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

“i’ve been told i have, but it sounded like guilt-tripping bullshit. as for having my heart broken i’m going to say no on the grounds that saying yes sounds too cheesy for my taste.”

do they have children? have they before?

“fuck no, god forbid.”

opinion on pets? cats or dogs?

"they’re... cool...? and cats aren’t as much work, so cats.”

do they have allergies?

“yup. if i get stung by a bee i’ll probably drop dead so if you needed any more reason to hashtag save the bees, there ya have it.”

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🗑️ / w romeo

🗑️  a text that wasn’t sent.

[06/22/2012]: do you miss me?

[07/12/2013]: this house feels empty without you

[12/25/2014]: i understand why you dont want to see me i know i messed up ur life  [12/25/2014]: but why would you promise you to come? [12/25/2014]: i waited all day

[04/11/2016]: happy birthday [04/11/2016]: i miss you

[05/30/2018]: did you ever care about me [05/30/2018]: im afraid i imagined the whole thing [05/30/2018]: were you always a piece of shit and i just idealised you?

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🦋 / w romeo

🦋   a loving text.

[12/23/2014 20:45]: what time do u get here tomorrow?

[12/23/2014 20:48]: this is going to be the best i cant wait!!

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💫🗑️🌊⚡

💫   a late night text.

[07/21/2019 04:22]: text when u get home.

🗑️  a text that wasn’t sent.

[04/22/2016 21:32]: i wish i knew how to make things go back to how they used to be [04/22/2016 21:33]: youre the best friend i ever had

🌊  a sad text.

[12/24/2014 21:32]: romeo didnt show up [12/24/2014 21:32]: i know its christmas but can i come over [12/24/2014 21:33]: please

⚡  an angry text.

[03/24/2015 17:00]: can you stop with this leaving food at my doorstep bullshit?? go volunteer at a soup kitchen or something, im not your fucking charity case