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meeludrawz · 2 months ago

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New Rehab Program - Pt 4

A/N: Hey if you wanna get tagged, just tell me! Cuz life makes me update slow, rip

Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of you being badly injured, mention of death, also you hate the Twilight saga

During the next couple of days, Shigaraki was oddly 'clingy'. Not physically, but he was always following you around like a dog or cat.

You were watching tv? He was there, sitting on the lazyboy, playing on his phone while sometimes, looking at what you're watching too.

In the kitchen? He was there, sitting on the kitchen island, still doing his own thing though.

The only times he wouldn't follow was when you were in the bathroom, or your bedroom. During those moments, he'd stay in his room. WITH HIS DOOR OPENED. He never closed it now!!

You didn't really understand that sudden switch in him until you decided to examine his behaviour.

From what you had observed, he was clearly grateful to be freed from this collar. That was an easy guess though because the day when you removed it, you put it on the counter. Guess what? Next day there was only a pile of dust left there.

It made you smile, because in all honesty, you would never put it back around his neck. He wasn't a wild animal or caveman with rabies.

You quickly realized that, him following you around, was his own way of saying that he appreciated your presence. Though, knowing his personality, you knew he'd tell you the opposite.

He was still quite silent but at least he didn't ignore you when you asked or talked to him.

You were more than glad to see all this progress when all you did was being kind and patient to him. Even if there was still lots of work to do.

"She should dust them both" Shigaraki hissed at the tv.

You had been bored and had decided to rewatch Twilight. Tomura was still on his phone but he was clearly more focused on the movie. You didn't like this saga but you watched it to see his reaction, to see if he disliked the franchise like you. Was it some kind of therapy? Not really, it was more like bonding time. So far, his reactions were hilarious but you kept your laughs inside.

"Why does Jacob has screen time? He should be a background character only" The white haired man hissed again.

At this point, your show wasn't Twilight anymore but Tomura.

"Why does Jasper keeps staring like a fucking moron? I want to kill him." He went silent for a few seconds. "Is Bella a fucking zombie? She has no emotions" He growled before adding. "If she's a zombie, that would fucking explain why she smells weird to them"

Your laughs escaped your mouth without your consent but you couldn't stop them.

Shigaraki snapped his head in your direction and raised a brow. "Why are you laughing?"

"Sorry it's you- You're just funny, 'cause I agree with you" You wiped your eyes, sighing with a smile.

"Was this a therapy?" He growled in a very low and menacing voice.

"No, I was bored and thought it could be fun" You chuckled and shrugged. "I like judging that saga with my friends"

"I'm not your friend" Tomura frowned.

"Maybe, but it's still fun, right?" You smiled.

Tomura narrowed his eyes as he stared at you, probably trying to decipher how the gears in your brain worked.

After that, he stayed silent for the rest of the movie. Even if his mouth was shut, you could read his body language. He hated that movie and that was an amusing sight.

During the week, All Might, Eraser Head, Tsukauchi and some of your bosses showed up.

You were all sitting at the dining table. Shigaraki and All Might sitting at both ends, right in front of each other. As if they were kings of some kind. Well, Tomura was trying to look intimidating but All Might? He probably just took the first chair he spotted.

As a normal civil, you'd think that everyone was pissed at each other but as a therapist or as someone very observing, you knew how to decipher people. All Might was nervous, Eraser Head was on his guard, even if he hid it quite well, your superiors were angry, Tsukauchi was calm but intrigued while Shigaraki was fuming. He hated those people.

What about you? You were nervous, sitting there in the middle of this silent war. And also because you removed Tomura's collar without anyone's permission, oops. Oh and with the help of All Might on top of that….

Tsukauchi spoke first. "I will ask some questions to begin"

You nodded and dared a look in Shigaraki's direction, he was glaring at Tsukauchi. He knew he couldn't lie, because he knew the cop's quirk and that must be pissing him off.

"Have you two been manipulated to remove his collar?" The officer clicked his pen, turning to you and All Might.

"No" You and All Might shook your heads and Tsukauchi wrote something down before turning to the 'ex-criminal'.

"Have you manipulated them?"

It took a few seconds before Tomura only shook his head, clearly pouting at the officer's quirk. Tsukauchi could detect lies.

"Were you trying to hurt your therapist before your collar reacted?"

"Yes" The white haired man narrowed his crimson eyes.

Tsukauchi didn't seem surprised. "Why?"

"Because they were pissing me off"

Ha, yes, Tomura's famous excuse over anything really.

The inspector noted something before turning back to you. "Has he tried again?"

You shook your head.

Tsukauchi nodded before looking at your superiors, telling them that his part was done.

One of your employers sat down in front of you with a menacing frown. "Now, why did you remove his collar? Do you know the risks?"

Ah, there it was. The one million dollar question. You gulped as you felt everyone's eyes on you but not Tomura's. He was glaring at your superior. But why? Wasn't he interested into what you were about to say?

"Because it's inhuman, because he is NOT a wild animal with rabies. He is NOT a do who has to be put on a leash. He is HUMAN. No one should treat a human like this, it's unfair and cruel. Sure he probably did-"

"Nah, I never put a fucking collar on anyone. I just used handcuffs on that young brat and even removed it from him before he fucking decided to attack me."

"We're not talking to you, Shigaraki" Eraser Head frowned at the man.

Shigaraki only raised both his hands in a 'defensive' way and scoffed.

You decided to continue.

"Yes I know the risks. He can be dangerous, he has free will, like any of us. But I strongly believe that for example, forcing someone to eat when they don't want to is a very bad idea. Just like how you guys forced him into this therapy and forced him to wear the collar."

Everyone stayed silent as they registered what you said.

Oh fuck-

Maybe you spoke too much?

But before you could worry, a huge hand was softly put on your shoulder, All Might was smiling at you with pride and comfort in his eyes.

He was probably thinking that you were the perfect therapist for Tomura. That choosing you was the right choice.

You had only under 5 years of experience and yet, people liked you because you made the therapies different. And for some reason that you ignored, people had started talking about you and it had eventually landed in All Might's ears.

So when he showed up at your workplace, you were speechless. He had asked you, THE symbol of peace, had asked you to help him.

That day, you led him to your office, thinking that he needed therapy. He wasn't there for himself, but for Tomura Shigaraki.

At first, you honestly couldn't understand why he wanted to save the 'apprentice' of his now deceased, arch nemesis. Well no, All Might was known to help countless of people no matter who they were. But then he had revealed you something intriguing. Nana Shimura. Tomura's biological grandmother. Who was no other than All Might's mentor.

Again, you were speechless so you had let him continue. The way he spoke about her, she was a mother figure to him. It clicked in your mind. He wanted to save Tomura because he was family to him, because he felt a mountain of guilt on his shoulders for not being able to be there for the ex-villain.

Frankly, you weren't supposed to let your feelings decide as a therapist but this case touched your heart. You wanted to help. But also, if a criminal as bad as Shigaraki was open to get into therapy, wouldn't that mean he wasn't as bad as we think? Plus, that meant you could help fixing society, right?

You sighed with a smile and glanced at the white haired man.

The villain was staring at you as if you had just confessed that you were an alien sent on Earth.

You chuckled. How great would that be? No more crimes. Just peace and happiness. Sure it probably sounded like an impossible dream but hey, if you could save THE Tomura Shigaraki, you would be saving thousands of people, right?

Your superiors and the Pro Heroes discussed together about this whole 'collar removed' situation.

They weren't really happy with this but the heroes (mostly All Might), had taken your side. You were quite surprised that Eraser Head and Tsukauchi seemed to believe in you too. Again, hella surprising, but much appreciated.

You watched them leave with their cars as you stood in the doorway. Once they were away, you walked back inside and closed the door.

Tomura was still sitting at the table, staring at nothing.

"Are-" You remembered that he disliked being asked if he was okay. "Tomura? You're staring into the void"

He didn't react.

Hm, what could you do?

Ah right! He was obsessed with video games, from what you observed. Hell, you didn't even need to be a therapist to find that out. You decided to speak his 'language'.

"If you keep doing this, you'll start glitching and crash the game"

Tomura finally glanced at you with a scoff. You smiled, happy to see that it worked.

"Never been this close to Eraser Head.." He mumbled.

"Are you a fan?" You genuinely asked.

Shigaraki's face scrunched up as he frowned. "No"

You nodded, you weren't going to ask more so you only headed to the living room.

And just like the past few days, he followed a few seconds later. He plopped on the couch and grabbed his phone while you turned your favorite console on. You picked a new game.

After an hour, you weren't far into it but it had piqued Tomura's curiosity as he often looked up at the TV screen. You were struggling with a boss.

"Don't"

You didn't listen, you were stubborn when you had an idea.

"Dodge! Just- Damn it! What the hell are you doing??"

"I AM dodging!" You replied back.

"No you're not, hand me that!" He leaned towards you and reached for the controller. But you stubbornly refused and stretched both arms away from him, while still holding it.

Did you forget that he was also stubborn? Yes, yes you did. He almost climbed on top of you to snatch the god damn controller.

"Tomura! I can do it on my own! Go away!" You tried pushing him back to his place with your foot but as you both stretched further to keep, (or grab) the controller, you dropped it on the floor.

"HA! Dibs!" The white haired man jumped off the couch to snatch it.

"No!" You quickly grabbed his shirt and he fell on you.

It hurt, you both groaned then immediately froze when you realized, with wide eyes, how close your faces were from each other. You both stared at the other for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned his face closer and closer until your lips were just an inch away. You were short circuiting and shut your eyes hard, panicking a little.

Suddenly his weight was gone.

You opened your eyes, letting out a breath that you'd been holding. Your heart was also pounding, ready to break your ribcage while Tomura was sitting on the floor, in front of the tv, like nothing happened. He didn't seem to give a shit either because he had snatched the controller when you closed your eyes.

But- What happened?

Your cheeks were red and you felt like the room had suddenly become warmer.

Seriously- What the fuck just happened??

Blood

Everywhere

All around you

Shigaraki was holding you tightly against him, screaming in rage and agony. But why?

It was your blood

Your stomach had been shot and you were unconscious… Or dead? In his arms.

He was in pain too, but not physically. He only had small scratches. But his heart? It felt like someone had stabbed it

The young man closed his eyes as he cried. But why was he crying?

And when he reopened his eyes to look at you, the first thing he saw was his pillow that he was clutching against him. It quickly vanished into dust so the villain sat up, confusedly looking around. He was in his bed, right next to his gaming desk. He was back home, but how? Oh right, a dream. The white haired man glanced at the dust on his bed. He didn't care about his pillow right now.

He stood up, Tomura couldn't understand that weird dream. Why was his heart pounding in his chest? Why was his eyes felt itchy? He didn't like you. Did he? No, no he didn't. It was just a stupid dream. Maybe it was that weird werewolf vampire saga that messed up his brain, nothing else.

And yet, even if it was 2 am, he instinctively walked to your doorway. It was never closed for some reason, so he looked at your silhouette sleeping softly.

The bloodied scene came back to his mind and his heart restarted to ache. He couldn't understand, you were there, safe and sound. Sleeping peacefully. Nothing bad happened to you.

He decided to go back to sleep, but first, he needed to clean his bed.

Why did he needed to check up on you? It was only a dream so of course you were fine. His feelings were dumb, he frowned.

What the fuck did you do to him?

A/N: OOOOOOOH THE FEELINGS HAVE STARTED TO SHOW HEHEHE >:3

Pt 3

Pt 5

#mha #bnha #mha oneshot #bnha oneshot #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tenko shimura #my writing

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 months ago

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Hey, just wanted to ask if Bella/Marcus could still theoretically work in the Love and Lobsters universe. I know, it's like you gave me fine wine and I'm asking if it works with chocolate but to be fair, that Caveman AU still gives me a laugh.

No.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #a girl's best friend love and lobsters #bella swan #bella plus one #marcus #meta #headcanon

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astral-multiverse · 1 month ago

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"That must be the caveman that drew the cave paintings" Bella said

"Wow, those cat squid things are actually real" Brandon added

"He seems to be lacking inspiration though..." Crygor said

Captain N: Vacation Time for the WarioWare Crew?! Let's Move It!

@smashingveteransandnewcomers

The last time we joined the N-Squad and their fellow WarioWare crewmates was when they were sucked into their own game due to some nasty game corrupting bugs, but thankfully they made it out just fine and fixed the game just in time for it to hit the shelves. Though now it seems like Wario has called for an emergency meeting for everyone in the company, what could it be for?

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting guys. Had a bit of a tough time beating traffic" Brandon said as he, Bella, and Ri walked into the office

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identity-library · 9 months ago

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Adrian Monk - Series (Lee Goldberg)

Adrian Monk (OCD)

Alice Isn't Dead (Joseph Fink)

Keisha Taylor (Anxiety)

Sylvia Parker (Anxiety)

All Our Broken Pieces (L.D. Crichton)

Lennon Davis (OCD)

A Step Toward Falling (Connie McGovern)

Belinda Montgomery (PTSD)

Lucas (Stage Fright)

Richard (Depression)

Blindsided (Priscilla Cummings)

Serena (Depression, Self Harm)

Blind Spot (Laura Ellen)

Tricia Farni (Addiction - Drugs)

Bruised (Tanya Boteju)

Daya Wijesinghe (Grief, Self-Harm)

Chaos Theory (Nic Stone)

Andy Criddle (Addiction - Alcohol)

Shelbi (Bipolar Disorder)

Doctor Sleep (Stephen King)

Daniel "Danny" Torrance (Abuse, Addiction - Alcohol)

Exit, Pursued by a Bear (E.K. Johnston)

Hermione Winters (Sexual Assault, Trauma)

Far From You (Tess Sharpe)

Sophie Winters (Addiction - Drugs)

Fight Like a Girl (Sheena Kamal)

Trisha (Abuse, Guilt, Trauma)

Handle With Care (Jodi Picoult)

Amelia O'Keefe (Bulimia, Self Harm)

Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute (Talia Hibbert)

Bradley Graeme (OCD)

History is All You Left With Me (Adam Silvera)

Griffin (OCD)

Ian Rutledge - Series (Charles Todd)

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Icebreaker (A.L. Graziadei)

Mickey James (Depression)

I Hope You're Listening (Tom Ryan)

Delia "Dee" Skinner (Trauma)

Indian Horse (Richard Wagamese)

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John Madden (PTSD)

Made You Up (Francesca Zappia)

Alex (Schizophrenia)

More Happy Than Not (Adam Silvera)

Aaron Soto (Depression)

Nothing but Life (Brent van Staalduinen)

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Power Play (Eric Walters)

Cody (Abuse, Addiction - Alcohol, Sexual Assault)

Punk 57 (Penelope Douglas)

Annie Grayson (Addiction - Drugs)

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Misha Lare (Depression, Grief)

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Dana (Sexual Abuse, Trauma)

Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo)

Shooter (Caroline Pignat)

Isabelle Parks (Depression, Self-Harm)

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Jesper (Addiction - Gambling)

Kaz Brekker (Trauma)

Nina Zenik (Addiction - Drugs)

Somebody Told Me (Mia Siegert)

Aleks/Alexis (Trauma)

Sydney Parnell - Series (Barbara Nickless)

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The Agony of Bun O'Keefe (Heather Smith)

Bun O'Keefe (Abuse, Neglect, Trauma)

Chris (Abuse, Homophobia)

The Beauty of the Moment (Tanaz Bhathena)

Malcolm (Abuse, Trauma)

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Leo Merritt (Depression)

Tristan Drake (Abuse, Trauma)

The Caveman's Valentine (George Dawes Green)

Romulus Ledbetter (Paranoid Schizoprenia)

The Good Hawk (Joseph Elliot)

Jaime (Anxiety)

The Immeasurable Depth of You (Maria Mora)

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Ariana Ruiz (Sexual Assault, Trauma)

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The Mosaic (Nina Berkhout)

Gabriel Finch (PTSD)

Turtles All the Way Down (John Green)

Aza Holmes (OCD)

Twilight - Series (Stephanie Meyer)

Isabella "Bella" Swan (Depression)

Warriors (Erin Hunter)

Bluestar (Depression)

Wild and Crooked (Leah Thomas)

Kalyn-Rose Spence (Poverty)

Phil Wheeler (ASPD)

Will Grayson, Will Grayson (David Levithan, John Green)

Will Grayson (Depression)

What Unbreakable Looks Like (Kate McLaughlin)

Alexa "Lex" Grace (Abuse, Sexual Assault, Trauma)

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Cricket (Abuse)

Fathom (PTSD)

Indigo (PTSD)

Qibli (Abuse)

Sora (Anxiety)

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callisteios · 1 year ago

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You should read the twilight meta by @therealvinelle & @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta and their fanfics i think you would rly like their deconstruction of twilight

you are so right because I already love the muffin and vinelle’s work! Paranoid Bella and Caveman Bella have special places in my heart! They along with the release of midnight sun reignited my love for twilight and were an inspiration for my vamp quiz

#ask #madam-melon-meow #therealvinelle #thecarnivorousmuffinmeta #twilight

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henrysteelsmurryme · 3 years ago

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check in on your fav frat boy (~1.5k words)

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

so I'm really bored, and it's Thanksgiving break, and I actually wrote most of this a while ago and was just waiting for some motivation to somewhat finish it, so here it is! enjoy :)

: :

So Harry’s all confident, right–like, he isn’t the jealous type. When he had some friends with benefits, he never really broke a sweat when his ‘friends’ would chat up with other people because…well, he’s the best of the best, essentially. And he knows that, so where’s the need to get jealous?

But all of the sudden, as soon as Harry and Bella are official, Harry finds himself getting irrationally jealous and possessive over the smallest encounters Bella has with other people. His overactive mind convinces him that they’re flirting and he hates it and he need to show that her and Bella are together so she’s off limits and–where in the fuck did this come from?

Bella notices it immediately–how could she not? Usually laid-back and happy-go-lucky Styles is all of the sudden rigid and harsh and just not very nice.

She doesn’t mention it as first, as irritating as his behavior is, because she hopes it’s just a little phase that’ll sizzle out quickly.

Unfortunately, it does not sizzle out quickly, or at all.

It’s exhausting and, quite frankly, embarrassing when Harry acts like this in public. Like, for fuck’s sake, the barista complimented her jean jacket and asked where she got it from and all of the sudden Harry’s storming up and accusing him of flirting and trying to “make a move” on his girlfriend.

Bella doesn’t know what’s wrong, and maybe she should have asked when she noticed it initially. But, no, several weeks have passed, nothing has changed, and Bella is over it.

It happens again at a frat party, and Bella finally explodes.

She’s chatting with some sophomore whose name she doesn’t even bother to remember. He says a joke that she laughs at, and not even five seconds later, she feels a body press up against her back, and a thick arm wrap around her waist.

At first, she thinks Harry’s just being clingy, but then he barks at the kid, “Fuck off, bro. Don’t make me fucking kick you out of here.”

“Uh…okay,” the guy says, awkwardly taking a sip of his drink. “Bye.”

Bella stands frozen for a second, in shock. Then, she slowly turns around and gapes at Harry with wide eyes and an open mouth. “What the fuck was that?”

Harry’s clenched jaw and glaring eyes indicate that he’s still irritated. He snaps, “What?”

Bella scoffs and lifts her cup to gesture at the space the man had just occupied. “That. Are you fucking kidding me?” She turns around to completely face him. “We were fucking talking, and you come up and act like I’m fucking flirting with him.” Harry furrows his eyebrows. “I never said you were flirting with him.”

She throws her arms up in the air. “Then what the fuck was that? Why are you being such a fucking caveman? I’m sick of it!”

Harry’s eyes narrow. “I’m just making sure he knows what’s mi–”

Bella takes a step forward, and raises the hand holding her cup. She points a finger in his face, and says lowly, “Do notfinish that sentence.” She storms past him, throwing the cup into the empty fireplace before climbing the stairs.

She doesn’t bother closing Harry’s bedroom door behind her because she knows Harry’s right on her heels.

“Why are you freaking out?”

She whips around, eyes wide. “Why are you so fucking jealous?”

Harry’s own eyes widen, only in offense. His mouth falls open before he responds. “Jealous? I’m not fucking jealous?”

Bella lets out a dry laugh. “Sorry. Why are you so possessive? You cannot tell me that that, down there, wasn’t possessive.” She sighs roughly and turns away, running her hands through her hair. “I don’t get why you’re acting like this all of the sudden. When we were just fucking, you were never jealous like this. Now that we’ve slapped a label on this, you go all fucking caveman and I’m sick of it.”

Harry doesn’t immediately respond, so Bella turns back to find the fight extinguished in his eyes. Now, he stands there nervously wringing his fingers.

Bella notices, and takes a deep breath to calm herself. She’s not going to yell anymore if she doesn’t have to. Her voice is weak, suggesting how tired she is of his behavior. “Why are you acting like this? It’s not cute.”

“No, I know…” Harry says, and he looks genuinely bothered, so Bella sits on his bed and patiently waits for him as he thinks about what he’s trying to say.

Eventually, he joins her on the bed. He avoids her eyes and stares at the ground as he takes a deep breath. “I can fuck,” he finally states.

Her mouth opens and closes a couple times before she finally responds. “Uh–Yeah. You can.”

“I can fuck,” he repeats confidently. “I know that. I know that I do that better than anyone else you’ll meet.”

She wants to argue against that, just to deflate his ego a bit–even though he’s right–but she decides against it, instead nods. “I–Yeah, probably.”

“So I’m not worried or insecure about that.”

“Okay,” she says slowly, “what are you insecure about?”

“I just…” He sighs heavily. “There’s probably guys out there…that can do the whole boyfriend thing better than I can, and…” He swallows. “And I guess that makes me…get jealous when other guys talk to you, because they have a better chance at being a better boyfriend. Does that make sense? Fuck–I don’t know. I’m just saying shit.”

Bella opens her mouth, but before she can get any words out, he’s continuing. “Because it’s like, relationships aren’t all about sex, you know? If it was, then I would not give a shit who talked to you, because I know they could never take you away from me. But, it’s not just about sex. There’s more to it, so…I do get nervous, because I really like you and I like fucking you but more than that, I just really fucking like you and I would hate for you to leave me for a guy who can’t even fuck you right because that would suck for you but also for me because I really fucking like you–”

“–Hey,” she says softly, leaning over and planting a hand on his knee. He stares at her hand. “You’re making perfect sense. I understand. I know you’re not used to the dating and kissing and hand holding and all that shit, but you’re doing a pretty decent job so far, so I wouldn’t start worrying too much yet.” She cocks her head. “What are you so worried about, boyfriend wise?”

He takes a deep breath. “Like, I’m not talking about staying faithful or whatever, because why would I stare at someone else’s tits when I can just look at yours?–Well, I was staring at Miranda’s tits yesterday because she has the biggesthonkers I have ever seen–”

Bella rolls her eyes so hard, it hurts.

“–and, like, that has to fuck up your back, right? I can’t even imagine. Anyways.” He licks his lips, finally shuts up for more than two seconds as he thinks. “Maybe I’m worried that I can’t satisfy your emotional needs. Because we all know I can satisfy your sexual ones, and your physical ones because that just requires feeding you and giving you water–”

Like Bella’s a dog.

“–but like your emotional ones scare me. Like, I don’t think I’d know what to say if you cried or if I made you cry and I would have to apologize and like, what if I don’t know what I did wrong and I don’t know why you’re mad at me so you break up with me because I can’t figure it out–”

“–Okay, okay.” Bella grabs his hands, pulls him a bit to get his attention. “I think, we should take a few deep breaths, and relax. Okay?”

Harry nods, closes his eyes and takes three deep breaths. It takes everything in Bella to not burst out laughing.

“Okay, feeling better?” Harry nods. “Okay. I feel like we’re getting ahead of ourselves a little bit. We just started dating. We’re still in the honeymoon phase, so I don’t think we’ll be fighting and you’ll be apologizing for anything anytime soon, okay?”

He nods. “Okay, baby.”

Bella fights the urge to smile at the pet name. He says it so often and so casually, like it’s her name–she loves it.

“Okay,” she says quietly, a hint of a smile still lingering on her lips. “So, are you done with this?”

He nods, eyes dejected shoulders slumped. He dips his head. “Yeah.”

Bella looks at him for a moment before she reaches out and wraps her hand around the side of his head. She pulls him in gently, until her lips are pressed to his hairline.

After that, Harry still gets scared whenever Bella seems to be enjoying a conversation with anyone, but he manages to control himself, and pretty soon he realizes his fear is a bit irrational because Bella would never–and has never–done anything to make him question her faithfulness.

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therealvinelle · 3 years ago

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Masterpost: other AUs

Last updated: 24th of December

Aro has a twin AU:

The AU

AU in which the twin is exactly like Aro

Bella has a male twin AU:

The AU

The horrified spectators to this AU

In which the twins are Paranoid™

Bella has an identical twin Cella (I've lost track of the twin AUs):

How is Cella affected by the James debacle?

Caveman AU, because of course there’s a fucking caveman AU:

The AU

Further adventures

Offshoot of the above - Bella time travels to the formation of the Volturi:

The AU

Is this Bella doing the human diet?

What happens when Carlisle shows up?

Is she still hung up on Edward?

Edward arrives in Volterra, they meet again

Offshoot of the above - Carlisle time travels back to the pre-Volturi era

The AU

Time Loops:

Bella in a time loop

Edward and Bella in a time loop together

Paranoid Bella in a time loop

Paranoid Bella in a slightly different time loop

#caveman au #time loops #masterpost

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heresiae · 3 years ago

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entrare nell'acquario dei "pesci grossi" non è sempre una cosa buona

ieri sera ho guardato le prime tre puntate della nuova serie di "Car Masters" su Netflix (trailer per i non amanti del casual view tamarro. in realtà è abbastanza caruccio, perché la dinamica del team è molto simpatica e, a differenza dell'altro show simile non usano la parola soldi al posto delle virgole. insomma, fan morire dal ridere).

nella stagione precedente hanno fatto il "botto", ovvero sono riusciti a entrare nel mondo delle commissioni da parte degli high-end clients, potenzialmente un mercato più stabile degli scambi al rialzo su cui sono specializzati e che offre ben poche garanzie di successo di vendita.

il problema è quel "potenzialmente".

quando hai una commissione hai a che fare con le richieste del cliente, che non è più un tizio ricco a cui presenti una macchina sperando che se la compri per capriccio, ma una persona che sa-ma non-si-spiega o non-sa-ma "io pago quindi pretendo" (i peggiori). insomma, the daily bread di chiunque abbia dei clienti fissi nel ramo della creatività (sì, è un garage, ma rientrano sotto la categoria "creativi").

in pratica conferma che fare il "botto" nel mondo capitalista odierno, non è sempre una bella cosa, perché baratti una relativa libertà mentale abbastanza soddisfacente per una sicurezza finanziaria non veramente sicura (se il cliente di dice questi sono i soldi, non un cent di più e quando glie la porti vuole fare delle modifiche o niente dinero, il tuo margine di guadagno si è appena dimezzato) e uno stress mentale di gestione cliente mica da ridere. the "big tank" che i capi d'azienda vogliono a tutti i costi raggiungere non è un bel posto per nuotare, ed è stato parecchio triste vedere la doccia fredda della realtà calargli addosso.

ho passato due ore a pensare "welcome to my world", "now I'm going to hug Tony" e "rigà, ma sono i primi due progetti a commissione, veramente pensavate di azzeccarli al primo colpo? dovete sempre tenere in conto tra le 2 e le 5 change request".

però se non altro quando sei un garage di 5 persone ti puoi permettere di dire "mo' basta, riprenditi la tua auto e vai da n'artra parte", cosa che ho rispettato parecchio, anche se mi ha fatto venire molta ansia e sicuramente più capelli bianchi a Shawn (è biondo, non si vedono).

Mark comunque ha le mie stesse reazioni quando si tratta di clienti, ma il mio spirito guida è Caveman.

è troppo tardi per diventare un taglia carrozzerie di professione?

#car masters: rust to richers #car masters #netflix #riflessioni mie #ma state negli acquari medio piccoli che si sta meglio #fidatevi #cronache heresiache

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emo-hydra · 5 years ago

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Chapter 1

Bella, Age 15, The First Encounter

Bella was sneaking in through the bedroom window at 3 o’ clock in the morning. She had just finished crashing a big house party across town and was trying not to get caught by her parents. It wasn’t an easy feat considering the cameras all around the house, the motion detectors on all the windows and doors, and the alarm system that made the most horrible blaring noise.

She had already disabled the motion detectors and the alarms and moved the cameras that watched the area outside her window so that there would be a big enough blind spot to move through. It defeated the purpose of the secure structure they tried so hard to keep, but she figured it would be fine since they lived in a gated community. Nothing ever happened there, aside from the Incident.

It was only a few minutes later when Bella found out she wasn’t alone in her room. She was looking out her window as usual, watching the star-filled sky. She closed her eyes and felt everything buzzing with energy around her, despite being inanimate objects. She opened her eyes again and stared into the darkness, there was something watching her even if she couldn’t see it, just hovering a few feet away from her window.

“Hello?” she tried, hoping for a response that usually never came. “I hope you don’t tell my parents I was out,” she said with a laugh to the invisible being. “Lovely night isn’t it? Maybe you could tell me why you're staring at me instead of the sky.” Bella knew she was about to cross the line of being certifiably insane. I’m talking to the air, she thought.

“Oh we’re just air now aren’t we?” Bella whipped around towards the sound of the new voice in her bedroom. “Here comes the best part! I haven’t done this in years. I love freaking out you Half-Bakes. It’s always a classic breakdown of ‘Ah! Don’t kill me!’” Two figures materialized in front of Bella.

“Morty, calm down. The kid knows we exist. Haven’t you been paying attention?” The other voice cuffed him upside the head with his hand.

“Ouch! Gus, who here has been on the field longer than you have? It isn’t the kid. It definitely isn’t that chair over there. Just because you got a higher rank than me doesn’t mean you know everything. Let me tell you, they always get scared.” Morty turned towards the kid with a big smirk, but after seeing Bella’s expression, his smirk slid off his face. Bella was standing there with her arms crossed across her chest, one eyebrow arched, and a venomous look on her face. “What’s she doin’ eh? She’s lookin’ at us like we didn’t just pop outta thin air. What do I do this job for?”

“You do this job to extract the humans, Mo. Not to mess with them.”

“Excuse me boys, it’s getting boring listening to this. Now, what do you mean by Half-Bake?” Bella replied to the two seemingly human figures. She couldn’t tell because of the short one, Morty, who was about four feet tall. He had very curly hair growing all the way down to his waist, had very long feet, and had purple teeth that flashed every time he talked. The other one, Gus, had more human features, but then again, they did just flash into the room. The figures being human wasn’t exactly implied.

“It’s a term we use for you humans who don’t know the half of what they’re doing,” Morty said with a sneer.

“What Mo here means to say is that we call humans Half-Bakes because the humans on this side don’t know about everything there is to know about how and where they live. You guys are kind of like toddlers to us.” Gus thought about his statement for a second and frowned. “Well that doesn’t sound any better, does it.”

“Ha! Toddlers. More like Neanderthals.”

“Say’s the one who looks like he just crawled out of a caveman tea party.”

“Very charming, you two.” Bella interrupted before it got even worse. “Mind telling me why you guys are here? And maybe an explanation as to why you came way too late?”

“Okay, Mom. Jeez. We didn’t mean to come so late, we don’t really have watches in our part of the world,” Morty complained.

“Not what I meant.” Bella couldn’t shake the feeling of anger as she rooted through her closet. Why did they wait so long to finally respond to her? “I’ve been waiting for years—” Her rage was cut short.

“Calm down, Half-Baked. We’ll explain later. Now, are you coming or not?”

“This isn’t like when I was nine…right?” Bella said fearfully. Gus and Morty made eye contact. They looked uneasy and Bella didn’t have a clue why. “Forget I asked. Of course it’s not.”

“Seriously kid?” Gus asked incredulously. “You’re not even wary of us?

“Well you did just pop into my room, so obviously some sort of magic is involved, or at least really, really advanced technology. And whether you’re good or bad, I guess I’ll find out. How are we getting to wherever we’re going?”

Morty gave a hearty laugh. “I like this one, Gus. As for you— what was your name again? Ella?”

“Bella.”

“Right. Anyways. First test of bravery. You wanna know how we’re getting there? We’re gonna jump out a window.” Morty waited for her to back out. But that definitely did not happen. Instead, Bella’s eyes glinted mischievously.

“Well then,” she said with a troublemaker smile that terrified and awed both Gus and Morty, “Let me get dressed.”

First chapter!!! Hope you like it. Any tips are appreciated :)

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holylulusworld · 6 years ago

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The love of his life – How I fell in love with you

Request: Divorced Jensen x Reader (26 years) when she's virgin and he's her first and he's so so in love with her more than with her past Danneel and ask her to marry him during filming spn and after a year she gave birth of a boy Called jarsen because she's best friend with jared and gen love her like a sister? 2 parts maybe and Smutty, angsty (ex wife bitch) fluffy? Pls I really love, appreciate and support your work

Please consider this is a fanfic. I don’t accept any hate toward the wives of the SPN cast. I support and love them all! If you are a hater, play somewhere else kiddo!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff, age gap (reader is 26; Jensen 40), nervous Jensen/reader, a date

The love of his life Masterlist

One last look, only one last look. God, you’re beyond nervous. Why did you agree to go out with him? He’s so out of your league. Dammit!

Well, the dress ain’t that bad. The light make-up and your hair look great. Still, you know you’re not the kind of girl he’s usually dating.

What if he wants more? What if he’s the kind of guy thinking a girl should let him have her after one date?

Jensen didn’t seem that kind of guy. He’s nice…smart…and he really listened to the things you had to say.

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When you hear a soft knock at your door you try to calm your nerves down. He’s here…

“Whoa…you look beautiful,” is the first thing he says and you blush furiously.

“Well…thank you,” you stammer nervously.

Offering his arm Jensen leads you out of your apartment complex. Opening the door to the passenger seat for you he can’t stop smiling. His heart beats a mile in a minute next to you.

Driving in silence he gives you side-glances and you smile. When your eyes meet his he flushes red.

“So you like the restaurant?”

“Yeah. Maybe I’m not objective. The owner is the father of a friend of mine and I worked there for a while until I finally got a job as a writer.”

“Friend? Like ex-boyfriend?” Jensen mutters.

“No, just a friend. Like you and Jared. I never had a boyfriend before…” You admit.

“Uh…wait…Never? Like never…never?”

Flushing red you realize what you just admitted to an almost complete stranger.

“I…uh…”

“Wow! I mean you’re beautiful and smart. I thought the guys would run after you day and night.”

“What? Not really. There were a few guys hitting on me but they were so…rude.”

“Rude?”

“Like… ‘oh baby you look great and all, but do you know what really looks good on you? Me’.”

“A guy said that? Really?”

“Yes, then he tried to grab my ass! My fist collided with his jaw and that was that.”

“All guys were like that?”

“I had a few dates with a guy. He seemed to be nice. After the third date, he expected that I have sex with him. That guy told me he bought me dinner so I owe it to him. That ass bought a burrito and I paid his and mine not the other way around.”

“That’s…I have no words. I’m out of business for a while but I can’t believe guys act like a caveman.”

“The reason I agreed to go out with you was that you’re the first guy…you didn’t try to... You were nice, not intrusive. I liked you.”

“I like you too.” Jensen rasps and you smile.

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“So this is your friend?” Alfredo asks and you nod.

“Alfredo this is Jensen,” you say smiling.

“Lei é bella (she is pretty), isn’t she? Treat her good. She never brings a man to the restaurant, except she likes him,” Alfredo says and you blush.

“I see.”

“To be correct she never brought someone here before young man. She really must like you. Our bel fiore (pretty flower) is very shy and very precious. Don’t hurt her young man.”

“I know she’s precious. I swear I will never hurt her, Alfredo.” Jensen says.

Blushing even more (if that’s possible) you look into gorgeous emerald eyes. Stroking your hand gently Jensen’s hand is slightly shaking.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Y/N. Go ahead.”

“The divorce was hard, right? I saw the pictures of you…you looked so sad. She really hurt you.”

“I knew her for so long. I thought I can trust her, that I know her inside out but I was wrong. She had an affair and I didn’t see it, Y/N. It felt like someone just ripped my heart out.” Jensen admits.

Out of instinct, you jump up to hug Jensen tight. Kissing his forehead you gently stroke his back. A low moan leaves his lips and you realize what you just did.

“Sorry…sometimes I’m a bit…I…”

“Don’t be sorry. Thank you. Everyone else told me to be strong or get over it. How can you get over such a betrayal? I loved her and she just tossed me away. Now I’m finally able to move on and she calls me. Telling me how sorry she is.”

“Oh…you want to go back to her?” You ask sadly.

“No, never. We are over. The divorce was the best thing could happen to me,” Jensen rasps.

“Why?”

“Cause I met you. I would’ve never met you without the divorce.”

“You are really charming, aren’t you?”

“Hmmm…it’s the truth, Y/N. I feel so good with you. I haven’t felt that good in years. Honestly, I never felt that good ever before. Not even with her.”

“I…oh…that’s…”

“I think I love you, Y/N. I know it’s crazy we don’t know each other. We barely talked but I’m head over heels for you. I already told Jared so…” He says. (Hiding the fact he told Jared he’s going to marry you).

“I like being with you, Jensen. I never felt so comfortable with another man before.”

“Does that mean we can meet again?”

“I’d like that.”

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Walking you to your apartment Jensen holds your hand. When it’s time to part ways he sighs. Not wanting to let you go he just stares down at you.

His hand gently cups your face before he kisses you softly. Arms wrapping around his neck you stand on tiptoes to kiss him back.

“We definitely will go out again,” you gasp.

“How about I show you the set tomorrow? We could have dinner later.” Jensen asks hopefully.

“Tomorrow? Sounds great. I can’t wait to see you again, Jensen.”

“I can’t wait either…”

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ofbclle-blog · 6 years ago

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headcanons and para sample

You got to dig a little deeper, find out who you are!

sometimes the world gets too much. even for belle. even for the resilient force of nature, she is. sometimes everything just gets…too much. she stayed strong for her father when her mother passed; afraid that he would fall apart and she wouldn’t be able to put him back together if she too fell apart. but sometimes, life fell heavy on her shoulders, and like atlas she had the struggle of holding it up. but she never truly rationalized or processed her mother’s death, and instead of doing so; she focused her energies into her father, and her books. but when her books weren’t enough, belle took to the floor. dancing was her only solace. she could spin and twirl and pirouette, and jump and stomp and tap all her energy and worry and frustrations away. dancing still is. now after a particularly difficult argument with adam, or a day where her adventures between the pages can’t quell her worries, when she feels like she is just existing and not actually living her life, she still takes to the floor, on pointe and ready to sweat it out.

you’re pretty for a bookworm. god it’s the most annoying sentence to her. it generally spikes annoyance within her. pretty for a bookworm. what did that even mean? a person was a person, regardless of the way they looked or what they enjoyed doing. why did her love of literature have anything to do with how she looked? and why was she judged a particular way? you’d get more boys attention if you put down the tolstoy. what an insipid thing to say, to think. who gave a rats ass? who cared if she got men? she didn’t. so why did people find it necessary to comment? why did people try to remove the book from her fingers and replace it with lipstick? why were books and beauty, not companions? the quickest way to anger belle; to insight something other than a collected and thoughtful response from her; is to insult her intelligence by bringing up her fair features; to pit those two aspects against one another. she will turn from pristine to provoked faster than you can say jack robinson. with such a sharp mind, belle can have a sharp tongue when needed.

belle loves greek mythology. so much so her guilty pleasure is reading YA novels involving greek mythology as there doesn’t seem to be any adult books addressing the vast possibility. granted she’s read american gods, which was excellent – she loves neil gaiman – and she’s dabbled in other authors who tackle more adult version of mythology in general – but greek mythology seemed to be an adolescent excitement. there are some outliers, margaret attwood’s novel the penelopiad being one; but…still she finds herself drawn, embarrassingly (but why they’re great) to rick riordan’s novels. she has also read a lot of old texts; including the odyssey which although fascinating do not provide the drama she enjoys. belle, somewhat, lives vicariously through the books she reads and the people she meets; and the adventures of percy jackson and his friends are thrilling. fighting against an evil for the good of others. belle often thinks she would do also. she likes annabeth and believes she’d also be a daughter of athena.

she’s not into gossip. she doesn’t like the vicious nature that is associated with it. but she loves to hear about people and their lives. she loves the ins and outs and twists and turns; the nuances of their speech and movement. body language and behavior was all part of the storytelling process. people are fascinating, and the way they live their lives/the decisions they make are also fascinating. and telling. belle will happily sit and listen to someone talk for hours; even about the most mundane things. if it’s told with enough passion or bravado, it’s not boring. it’s why sometimes she finds herself captivated by adam, even in the middle of an argument between the two. his passion rolls over him like a wave, and despite the fact he frustrates her with his stubbornness and provokes her with his temper, sometimes, he is captivating. she doesn’t necessarily enjoy this; that he can still have such a different effect on her. she likes knowing her mind, and around him, she doesn’t.

madam gaston, his little wife, ugh. gaston legume, belle’s shadow. whenever a moment stretches by and she’s not looking over her shoulder, he appears, hot on her heels. she left her phone sat on a coffee counter for a few minutes once, and he’d managed to put his number in her phone. of course, with a stretch of his grin, he explained away. you may be in trouble one day and need me. perhaps a heavy box needs lifting. perhaps you twist your ankle out in town and need someone to carry you home. blah blah blah blah blah. but he’s harmless. at least she thinks he is. and keeping his number in her phone saves him from nagging or pouring more attention onto her. belle’s not stupid. she knows he’s handsome, very much so. but he’s also dull and vapid and porous and a caveman. and completely not worthy of belle. belle has imagined a world in which she gave into gaston’s constant pining; she’d be bored out of her mind, insulted daily by his misogyny, tired of his vanity, but she’d be financially stable and her father would be looked after because of this. but even still. even as she works tirelessly to support her father and his inventions, she has far too much respect for herself and woman-kind to ever lower herself to that.

Think of a wonderful thought, any merry little thought!

She exhaled, rolling her eyes, keeping up her pace. Footsteps, larger than her own, sounded behind her. She clutched books to her chest, ones she’d decided to return to the local library; ones she’d kept in her person longer than necessary, re-reading them for their crafted words and beautiful escapism. Ones she no longer needed because, the Ashman home had a library in it, and Adam had allowed her to use it. God, that sounded pathetic. That, someone, had allowed her to use a room. Or, a wing– But she didn’t own a single thing in the house she resided in. Only the objects she’d brought with her from home, and those she’d acquired whilst staying there. So, in reality, she did need permission. And she was proper enough to wait for it. Yes, she was curious, and she’d certainly wandered into forbidden areas of the Ashman home before, but with something as precious as a library? She needed permission. She wouldn’t trespass and ruin its integrity, nor any chance to access it. Adam’s mood changed as often as the tide, and he could take his word back at any moment, and Belle’s happiness could often be found between the pages of books. She didn’t want to risk not being to access the vast collection.

Bella snorted. She sounded so dramatic. Footsteps became louder, reminding her why she moved quickly. To scurry away from Gaston as fast as she could. If she let him catch her up, she’d be stuck with his presence for however long he felt the need to annoy her.

“Belle!” his voice boomed. You could hear the charisma in it. She couldn’t deny that Gaston did hold charisma, and she could understand why some women bent over backward to get his attention. She could understand from an entirely vain and carnal point of view. If you ignored all the godawful personality traits he possessed, the neanderthal-like toxicity he irradiated. If you ignored that all. He was a handsome man. But Belle couldn’t ignore that. She couldn’t even side-step it enough to have a simple conversation with him.

“Belle, my love,”

He jogged to catch up with her.

Sweet lord give me strength, she thought.

“Gaston,” she replied tightly, but calmly.

“I was calling for you,” he told her, a brow prominently raised.

She feigned surprise. “You were? I must have been in my own world. I didn’t hear you at all,” she murmured. A likely excuse, as she so easily daydreamed through conversations and situations. Her mind wandered easily, exploring worlds she’d read or dreamed about.

“What am I going to do about you and your little daydreams?” he asked with a chuckle, a grin stretching across his face.

“What indeed,” Belle replied simply. She parted her lips. “Gaston, if you don’t mind, I’m in the middle of something and I–” she was cut off by Gaston.

“Belle, I’d like you to go to dinner with me this evening” he said in a thespian like manner.

Not again.

“I’ve booked an excellent French restaurant in downtown Carthay,” he continued.

She wondered when he’d give up. How many rejections would it take for him to move onto his next victim? No, that wasn’t fair on other women. But when would he give up? She wasn’t sure how long she could go through the motions they often went through.

“I’m busy, Gaston,” she replied finally. “I’m always busy,” she added. “I’m a live-in caretaker,” she reminded him. “I’m always working,” she said.

“You’re allowed time off, Belle. Do you want me to talk to him? I can arrange time off for you. Come to your rescue. I’m your knight in shining armor, babe,” he replied with a grin.

Belle stopped walking, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to gather some patience. “Even if I was free, I wouldn’t be spending my time with you. I’d see my father, or my friends. Or read a book. I wouldn’t be eating at a French restaurant with a man I’ve said no to, one hundred times before,” she finished curtly. “Good day, Gaston.”

With that, Belle continued to walk, happy to hear no footsteps following her. Once out of earshot she exhaled with somewhat of a growl. “God,” she muttered.

“Go on a date with me, babe,” she mimicked him.

“I’m your knight in shining armor, babe,”

“I don’t bite, babe, much,”

“Where does he get off?” she muttered to herself. She cast her gaze upwards, the library coming into sight. She exhaled, trying to dispell the anger and annoyance she felt. He always left her so riled up. And that in itself irked her more. Because she didn’t want to feel anything about it, let alone disdain. She pushed a small smile to her lips. Part of the process was faking it until it became real. The placebo effect. Smile, and sooner or later you’ll be smiling for real. And with the labyrinth of literature a few feet from her; that was cause for a smile. That was always cause for a smile.

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