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memory-the-unconscious · 7 months ago

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Soooooooo, now that we're friends. I no longer find it necessary to apologize for stuff like this hehehehe

what song makes you feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

what’s your favorite candle scent?

what flower would you like to be given?

who do you feel most you around?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what color brings you peace?

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

what calms you down?

what’s something you’re excited for?

what’s your ideal date?

how are you?

what’s your comfort food?

favorite feel-good show?

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

compliment the person who sent you this number.

fairy lights or LED lights?

do you still love stuffed animals?

most important thing in your life?

what do you want most in the world right now?

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self?

favorite piece of clothing?

what’s something you do to de-stress?

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in?

which character would you want to be?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night?

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Have fun <3333

Peace Train, by Yusuf/Cat Stephens (the 10,000 maniacs version is also really good). Also, somewhat paradoxically, Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths.

Emma (2020) or the BBC Pride and Prejudice series (1995)

LOVE autumn scents like cinnamon and chai, but also love musky and woody scents. idk, depends. I also love petrichor candles.

Tulips. I LOVE tulips. Lilies and sunflowers as well. Oh, and white and orange roses

My close family and my wonderful, lovely friends <3. I love you allll <33 xx

physical: i like my hair and my freckles, and i also appreciate the things that my body is capable of doing :) non-physical: The things i really love about myself are my curiosity, my love for learning and reading, and my capacity to explore new realms of art and create something.

I love woody colors, whenever I see them I feel really calm. I also love dark marine blues and greens. Sunshine yellows and oranges make me feel really happy.

@runglorn, @legz2heaven, @riples-on-a-blank-shore, @this-wandering-wind, @kaleb-is-definitely-sane, and all the rest of ye mutuals :) tragically, a lot of my in-person friends aren't on tumblr. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL <3

reading, or looking at the rain

travelling to europe in the next few weeks!!!

for someone i've known for a while, I think i'd love an art date, a museum date, a bookstore date, basically anything where we both get to talk about things that we care about and have fun (and be cute :)) :). For a first date with someone I don't know that well, I prefer to have something also like a used bookstore date or just some setting where I get to talk with that person and find out more about them. Basically, in both situations, conversation is crucial. :)

I am actually doing really well right now. I'm in a very positive space at the moment, and I've been enjoying a lot of creative projects and reading. :)

stir-fried umami mushrooms with ramen/ravioli, sliced avocado, and tofu

100% good omens s1 or pride and prejudice (1995)--does that last one even count? it's a miniseries lmao

i'm going to do five emojis for the five people i tagged earlier. @runglorn: i associate you with the emoji 🕷️. you know why. @legz2heaven: i feel like cheese fits your vibe: 🧀<3 (yes, a lot of thought went into that :)) @riples-on-a-blank-shore: i feel like 🤗the hug emoji really fits. you've been so supportive over the last year and i really appreciate that :) @this-wandering-wind 🍄I love your outfits and i feel like the cottagecore/cute mushroom really works well :) @kaleb-is-definitely-sane I associate you with a love for books and other media. Here's a lovely little hardcover of your fav novel :) 📔love you all <3

I always enjoy having conversations with you about philosophy or life or books or media! You're awesome, and your blog is really cool!

fairy lights 100%

ish. i have a lot of stuffed animals that my grandma crocheted for me when i was really little. and recently, i've started crocheting my own. so yes, ig? lol

connections with people and books and art. i can't just choose one!! help lol

to know that everything will be ok. less seriously, i would give anything for some marzipan covered in chocolate rn

you'll get to a place where you feel comfortable and loved in your friend group and don't constantly think that everyone despises you. lol that was a seriously concern for a few years way back when :)

please, please, buy a cottage in the woods :)

sweaters that people have given/made for me. also, carpenter jeans. love them.

walk in the rain, read, just sit and stare at a blank wall lol

my best friend embroidered a gorgeous anne of green gables reading pillow for me a few years back. i love that pillow so much. thank you, bestie <3

ugh that's tough. I would love to live in the recent film "perfect days". But, if i could retain my basic human rights, i'd love to live an the emma (2020) adaptation. :)

When i was really little, I wanted to be anne shirley with everything in my soul. I think now, I would really love to be mirabel in the starless sea. If we ignored political and social issues, I would love to be a jane austen character, but similar to the issue with anne shirley, i just love having rights that little bit too much 😉

both? 🥺idk, a good hug can heal a lot of things. but i do love hand-holding too, especially when it's cold out.

morning for productivity and happiness, night for poetic value.

there are certain smells that remind me of home--a mix of vanilla and something i can never place. a lot of music by Eternal Eclipse makes me feel a longing for a long-forgotten sanctuary. there are certain comfort foods (generally soups) that have the same effect. certainly a lot of art can do that, as well as writing/poetry. I couldn't possibly list it all :)

thanks so much, @kaleb-is-definitely-sane for sending this to me. I will no longer apologize for sending you absurdly long asks anymore either 😉<3

#about me #me #asks #get to know me

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chickensarentcheap · 2 years ago

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3, 8, 15, 16, 28, 29, 35, 38, 45, 46, 53, 55, 61, 67, 77, 79, 82, 86, 90, 91 for OTP Questions

3. Who kissed who first?

Tyler kissed her first. After he wrapped his hand around her throat and pinned her against a wall. He finally gave into his lust. Atta boy, Tyler.

8. Who tends to worry the most?

Esme. She is a huge worrier.

15. Who pays for the food the most, when they go out?

Tyler. Mind you, the money comes out of a joint account. They don't keep separate accounts.

16. Do they enjoy dancing?

Esme does. He does not. lol. but they have slow danced in the kitchen and out on the back deck.

28. How often are roadtrips?

At least two or three times a week :)

29. What do they do after a hard day at work?

They'll relax on the back deck together or on the hammock. Maybe sit by a fire on the beach. It's their chance to communicate and really talk with no interruptions.

35. How do they spend time if the other is gone?

They have so many kids that their time is filled with taking care of them and making sure their needs and wants are met. If the kids are at school, Esme will garden or craft or go to Target lol. Tyler always has projects. Always. He builds things. A lot. He'll surf, work out.

45. How are birthdays spent?

Esme loves to throw a party! Tyler never celebrated his birthday since his mother died. Esme found that unacceptable. So the kids will decorate and make him cards and gifts to go with the ones mumma bought, she'll bake him a cake, they'll order in. The next day they'll have a gathering with their closest friends. A BBQ, time on the beach, relaxing around a fire.

Tyler always helps the kids make Esme a cake or cupcakes. Always. She gets breakfast in bed and he takes her out to lunch. He'll cook down on the beach for dinner. And they usually go away for the weekend.

46. What do they like the least about each other?

Esme can't stand his stubbornness. Tyler can't stand her lack of self confidence and the way she brings herself down.

53. Who is the better dancer?

Definitely Esme. Tyler is too long and lanky and has two left feet.

55. Are they a super sappy couple?

They have their moments lol For example: Esme once told him (they didn't have a lot of money when they first got married) that she would have married him if he asked with a ring pop. Well when he re-asked years later and gave her a beautiful diamond ring, he also gave her a ring pop. He also (for their tenth wedding anniversary) purchased an empty store in town to help make her childhood dream of owning a bookstore come true

61. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC and anything Skynrd and CCR

67. Who is the forgetful one?

Tyler. but not on purpose. He suffered a traumatic brain injury and it has affected his short memory unfortunately.

77. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

No. There's nothing they don't know about each other at this point.

79. What movie did they see together?

They watch a lot of netflix together, but don't really go to the movies.

82. What is an inside joke they have?

Tyler once called masturbating 'studying' and now that's their code language when people are around. LOL.

86. Who’s concert would they go to?

IDK. That's a tough one lol. Maybe Bruce Springsteen. Bon Iver. Hozier.

90. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

Tyler. He is a massive animal lover, but dogs are a major soft spot for him.

91. What is their song?

So from a creative standpoint, their song is I Found by Amber Run. But the song they danced to when they got married and that their on caught them dancing to on the back deck is "Crazy Love" by Van Morrison.

@munstysmind, @tragiclyhip, @youflickedtooharddamnit, @secretaryunpaid

#Tyler and Esme series

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dearmomimissyou · 1 month ago

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Just got home from spending basically all day with Austun. I feel really fucking disgusted with myself for Manuel. The shit that I did makes me sick thinking about now. Especially when I should have told him to stop but didn't. I don't know why it came up while I was hanging out with Austun but it made me feel really bad. Maybe cause we're technically still married.

We went to the storage unit and he helped me find my dbt skills workbook so I'm ready whenever the therapist gets back to me. We also went to Marissa's Bookstore cause they just reopened for their remodel and were having a $100 gift card raffle. In order to get a raffle ticket though you had to make a purchase, and since my card still isn't here (I'm gunna call them tomorrow, maybe actually go down to them in person idk yet) and I wanted to be entered I asked Austun if he'd buy it and I could venmo him the money. He said he'd pay for it outright if I asked a cute tall lady if she was single for my friend. She's like 6'6 and I didn't realize just how short I am til I walked up to her and had to look up and ask her. Unfortunately for him she's not single, but I definitely made her day. Apparently nobody's ever asked her that. She told me to tell my friend that they have good taste lol

When we finally came home Austun came in to talk to dad for like 20-30 minutes. Which is super crazy cause dad said he didn't like Austun when we started dating in high school.

I'm still feeling really fucking weird right now. I don't know if it's anxiety, hunger, sickness, or what. We did walk a lot today. Probably gunna go to sleep soon.

Love you always.

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lolli-says-stuff · 11 months ago

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My trusted local bookstore is closing and idk what to do about it. Apparently they found someone new to take over but also… i don’t know them. And I don’t know the owner yet and what if they’re homophobic and like won’t order me my queer books? The ones I can’t find used. Also I still have a bit left on my gift card there :(

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oswaldsleftbicep · 2 years ago

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Hi! I'm a big fan of your account, and I think you are really underrated. Tbh, you're the only reason why I keep tumblr, so I always look forward to your post! Anyways, this is my submission for the NH matchup.

Hobbies: art (drawing and painting), writing, reading, cooking, and playing otome games. But I think most people would associate me with art. I also like to listen to YouTube videos or podcasts when making art or playing games.

My MBTI is INFJ and my enneagram wing is type 6. I'm generally a shy and introverted person, but I can also be talkative when I am comfortable.

Likes: Cats, call ducks, milk boba tea, big fluffy clouds and blue skies but also cool rainy weather, giving gifts, and my favorite colour is purple 💜

Dislikes: Thunder and lightning, hot weather, and not having enough time to indulge in my hobbies

Thanks! Hope you have a nice day 💖

askjalksjkf you're so kind

i ship you with....

Lucas!

❧ i'm gonna start with the mbti thing; it was kinda tricky cuz i had to figure out what each of the boys' mtbi's would be and i determined that lucas would likely be an enfp, although i'd say he's more ambiverted than extroverted. infj and enfp is a very solid match apparently, idk i don't know much about mbti lol

❧ lucas would totally get down with the fact that you're an artist, he just gives the vibes that he would love going to art museums and galleries. he's so supportive of all your pieces, even the ones you think are garbage. if you're ok with it, he'll find a place to hang up every single one of your artworks, his house ends up turning into your own art gallery

❧ if you let him he'd love to read your writing, he feels as if it's a way to find out what goes on inside that lovely mind of yours. he'll even suggest taking your scripts to a book binding shop so you can have your own book!

❧ he's not an avid reader, but i could see the two of you going on little dates that involve going to bookstores or reading a book together at home; it could either be the two of you reading the same book or two totally different books. if he finds something funny in his book while y'all are reading, he'd totally read it aloud to you. and if he reads a book he knows you'll like, he'll annotate it for you by underlining quotes he likes, leaving witty comments in the margins, and highlighting parts that remind him of you <3

❧ if you do end up getting some of your writings printed into book form, he'd totally annotate your work as well. he'll mark the parts that he enjoys and write his thoughts, basically he'll give you feedback

❧ you two would take turns cooking meals for one another, although y'all end up helping each other and making the meals together. you guys would have a little wooden box of recipes that you'd like to try out someday written on the cutest little cards, and there's a separate box of all the recipes you've tried and loved

❧ if he was in our world he'd probably be indifferent to otome games. he's omniscient right? kinda like how 707 from mystic messenger knows he's in a game, lucas was aware of mc choosing other routes, so i feel like mans would relate to the tragic character in whatever otome game you play give me some recommendations btw if you're not too shy about what games you play, he'd totally like have you sit in his lap or spoon you from behind and watch over your shoulder as you play, and he'd totally make fun of the terrible dialogue options or how dumb the mcs are or judge you for the character routes you decide on, but it's all in good fun. he might even convince you to let him make some of the choices lol

❧ you sound like a very independent person who likes their alone time, and you probably enjoy that kind of parallel play time interactions where it's just the two of you doing your own things but in each other's presence. i could see the two of you in the same room with you at your art station and him doing whatever it is he does in his free time and you'll have a podcast on in the background or a youtube video up on your screen that you'll both tune into every now and then. kind of unrelated, i feel like lucas would enjoy making jewelry which is one activity he'll do during your parallel play

❧ there were other characters i figured would be enfp's, but i tried to pick the one who would be most likely to easily give you your alone time and not be too loud and,, extra for you since you're generally pretty quiet. lucas totally accepts that part of you, and he kinda understands too since he's more ambiverted. he does love when you get extra talkative, especially when it's about your day or a topic you really enjoy. he likes watching your facial expressions change as you tell a story

❧ he's an animal lover for sure, but when it comes to cats vs dogs i'd say he leans just a teeny bit closer to cats, so if you ever wanted to adopt a cat or two he'd be totally down. i could see him being a duck dad too, it's so cute watching these little ducks follow him around

❧ he also prefers mild days over stormy, messy ones. if it's a particularly nice day he'll take you out on a walk or you'll have a picnic in a scenic meadow so you can watch the fluffy clouds blow by in the soft breeze

❧ i hc him as a maximalist so he welcomes the gifts you give with open arms :) but be sure to expect some gifts back. his other love language is spending quality time with you, whether it's doing something active or simply being in each other's presence

❧ whenever it storms he makes sure that you have something to distract yourself. if you're in nightmare he'll put up a soundproof barrier and an illusion on the windows to make it look like it's nice outside. if you're in your world he'll close the blinds and find a podcast or video for you to pay attention to instead, making sure to entertain you further with his side comments

❧ he'll also check in with you to see if you've done something related to your hobbies recently. he wants you to indulge at least once per day, but he also understands you might be too busy. however, if he finds out that it's been more than two days since you've even touched your hobby he'll take on your responsibilities for an hour or two, or even the whole evening, so that you can work on an art piece or knock down a few chapters. say you came back from a particularly long day at work and it's your turn to make dinner, but he hears your disappointed complaint about how you hoped you'd have time to finish a wip you started last week, he'll pause whatever he's doing, usher you to your workspace and tell you not to worry about dinner or doing the dishes for the night, he'll call you over when the meal is ready; heck would you rather eat at your workspace so you can multitask? not a problem! he wants to make sure you have plenty of you time

#let's play a game!#my. hcs #nightmare harem #shipping games #otome games

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neonkoii · 3 years ago

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I'M PROUD OF U TOO THATS SO GOOD :DDD

HI TOMMY!!!!! <3

!!!!!!! HIIIII :DDD <333

HRU !!!!

#OK SO i'm finally collecting actual paper copies of all of my favorite books so i could get some of those just to. own them #like arc of a scythe-one of us is lying-agggtm type of beat where i just want to have the books #as for new books i want to read. theres a sequel to what if its us by becky albertalli and adam silvera like they wrote another one #so that's one #also the second aristotle and dante book #and uhhh i've heard red white and royal blue is really good + similar vibe to they both die at the end/carry on trilogy so that sounds #promising #yeah !!#headcanons? :eyes: if you care to share <3 #shawn tag #also if i do get a bookstore gift card i might just. take it and go hang out and look around the bookstore for a while so idk !!

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horrorstolemyheart · 4 years ago

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The Lost Boys & Severen with a Bookworm S/O...

Note: Apologies if the characters are a bit different from the first one, I feel like I have a better grasp on them now. (Also, I don’t think I’m going to write for Jerry anymore.) As always, hope you enjoy loves! 💕

Warnings: None

David (TLB)

Whenever you curl up with a book David thinks that’s the cutest thing ever. The quiet is a nice change of pace, and it gives him a chance to relax, he loves admiring you from afar. You might also cuddle up beside him which just about makes him want to burst inside, but he won’t show it.

David isn’t really a reader, but I head canon that he actually enjoys poetry (reasoning being that we know the boys are into The Doors, and Jim Morrison wrote poetry. Hence why he likes it, whether he’ll admit it or not).

So if you’re also into poetry, please read to him. He won’t actually ask you, but if you find out about this interest of his, he will not object to you sharing. This is however something you reserve for when you two are alone.

Paul (TLB)

If he sees you reading he won’t bother you too much. Paul doesn’t really get how you can sit there staring at pages for so long. He is always moving and it’d kill this man to sit down for so long.

Paul will sometimes sit down next to you, but expect to be asked what’s happening next a million and one times. You chuckle and tell him, because honestly he is interested. You just can’t be mad at him.

You know he’s secretly hoping you’ll put down your book and go do something with him and give him attention. He has bugged you to no end before but he really isn’t as bad as you’d expect. He also wants to respect what you’re doing because he knows it’s something that makes you happy. So tough as it may be, you’re good practice for him in the world of patience.

Dwayne (TLB)

He’s pretty similar to David, he enjoys comfortable silences, so he’s very content to let you read and just kick back with you. He loves to see the focus on your face as you fall deeper into the story. And as much as he loves the boys, you’re a nice break away from all the rowdiness.

Dwayne is also open to you reading to him, if you’re into that, he finds it relaxing to listen to you. This means he’s also the most willing to sit down and listen while you gush about whatever you’re reading.

Will give you books as gifts, how perfect is that!

Marko (TLB)

Marko isn’t a reader himself, but he values how special it is to you. We know he is a very creative person, he’s an artist, so you two can be in the same room and do your own things quite happily most of the time.

This doesn’t however stop him from teasing you occasionally. He does it just to get a rise out of you, and you know it.

When Marko is feeling particularly rambunctious though, this is where you two will have to compromise a bit. Not that you prioritize reading over your boyfriend… but you just need one moment to finish up the chapter you’re on and then you’ll go out.

Star (TLB)

She will actually read, albeit she is more of a casual reader. She loves the escapism that comes with getting into a story. You two have even read the same book together and discuss it, like a mini book club.

Mini dates to the bookstore. You’ll most likely be the only ones in the store which is perfect, so you two will browse the isles holding hands. (idk if there’s bookstores that stay open super late, but for the sake of this scenario we’ll say there is)

Recommend this sweet angel books, she will love you for it.

You and Star definitely take turns reading to Laddie, mostly you’ll be the one reading and she’ll listen along. She thinks that’s the sweetest thing ever.

Severen (Near Dark)

Well, all I can say is, good luck trying to read. It’s not going to happen, at least not very often. He just has to have your attention. He loves you really, but what’s so great about a book he can’t understand.

Has absolutely snatched your book from your hands just to be an ass and to tease you. This was a huge mistake on his part. When you do get your book back you’ll give him the silent treatment. He’ll then beg you to talk to him again and say he’s sorry. But not really that sorry, cause you’re cute when you’re mad.

The only times you’ll get to read is when he’s asleep, so during the day, or if he’s out to hunt (assuming you’re human). You may also be able to fit in a few chapters if he’s playing cards with Jesse and Diamondback.

You’re going to have a few teasing jabs from the rest of the group as well because they don’t really get it either. Mae is the only one who isn’t going to tease you about it.

#The Lost Boys #Near Dark #The Lost Boys x reader #Severen x reader

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miche-studies · 2 years ago

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I know I haven't been super active here - it's been a messy and busy semester in so many ways. But we did our hooding ceremony tonight and it's finally sinking in that I graduate with my MA in like...less than 48 hours??

I still need to finish my research requirement, but I think it will come fairly easily once I don't have coursework and teaching work to split my attention. My first reader hooded me tonight, and she gave me a card and a gift card to an indie bookstore in my new city, and I gave her a card, and we made plans to make plans to grab lunch when I'm here or she's there over the summer. 🥺🥺🥺

Idk, I'm already missing classes and my office and my students and and and. But I'm also already SO excited to have this accomplishment under my belt.

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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Flowers Have Feelings

summary: it's valentines and you're making some gifts for your good pal douxie,,, also confessing

warnings: swearing probably, no proofread cause tired

word count: 2659

a/n: i've been struggling with writers block. i guess. i've returned to this only to write like, a paragraph so many times. which is bad cause like cheese designed the bouqeut and this should have been done ages ago. idk idk bon appetit

tags: @yagirlcheesely, is for you

image below: sketch of the bouquet

You jumped out of bed and slammed your alarm. Today was the day. You had to get everything ready today. Tonight would be the presentation. The night you finally do it. The night you confessed to your closest friend and crush, Douxie. Also happened to be Valentine’s day.

Your friends may have told you: “Just be patient. Drop hints. If he likes you, he’ll let you know.” But you weren’t about that passive love life. You liked to grab that strawberry cow by the horns. Subtly was boring and took far too long. You were in love with your friend and you were gonna let him know frankly if it killed you. It probably would, to be honest.

As confident as this makes you sound, you were aware of the possibility of him not liking you back, and that was okay. Sure, your heart would be shattered and you might not be very peachy for, say, a month or six, but you accepted that. At first, you had resigned yourself to just adoring him secretly. But you quickly grew impatient with that. What were you afraid of, really? Him letting you down gently, and ushering you two into an era of awkwardness? Okay so maybe that was worth considering. But not really. You wouldn’t let it come to that. Even if he did turn you down, you weren’t about to let that fact taint your friendship like that. You two were very close, and Douxie wasn’t the kind of guy to suddenly treat you differently after such a thing. Just a few weeks of awkwardness at most before all was forgotten (on his end at least). Only a problem for you. But, boy, it would be really, really nice, and not awkward, if he reciprocated.

You and Douxie were thick as thieves. There wasn’t a thing you hadn’t told each other. Not a secret between a pair of buddies as close as you. Oh, one thing, you know. The fact that you had caught feelings, that was definitely something you had kept secret from him. As eager as you were to do so, you couldn’t just drop a bombshell like that at any old time. That’s why you chose today of all days to confess; a little extra luck from St. Valentine. A little magic to give you a boost, placebo or not. This was going to happen. This was going to work.

You strapped on your helmet, safety first, before heading out on your bike. You cleared your schedule for the day cause you weren’t really sure if everything would work out or not. You could have everything done and ended wrapped up neatly in a few hours, or you could have a complete disaster on your hands, which could take up all your time. Time you would happily give, since you were determined for everything to be perfect. It was also nice to know you didn’t have to come in to work later,, lest you spend the whole night, crying your eyes out. You shuddered at the possibility. You were gonna stop thinking about that now. Yeah, only confidence now.

You may be a teensy bit sleep deprived. Only a teensy bit. You chugged a monster this morning, you’ll be fine. It wasn’t your fault you were up all night researching flower language. There were so many flowers, and those flowers had so many feelings. Eventually though, you managed to settle on a bouquet of roses, daisies, and dandelions. Fern leaves for greenery too. Greenery was important for flower arrangements. It tied the whole thing together. While it wouldn’t be the most on theme color scheme, the yellows, whites, reds, and greens, would mix together prettily. You definitely didn’t have to go as far as this, and you were banking on the fact that Douxie even knew flower language, but it was sweet, it was romantic. And you were going to be romantic about this, dammit.

Daisies, for friendship. It was really important that you communicate just how much you valued Douxie’s friendship and how nothing would change between you two if he were to not return your feelings. Red, red roses, classic romance. There was a reason the blooms were so strongly associated with the valentines holiday itself; no one sees a red rose and thinks of anything other than love and romance. A clear message to your beloved. And well, the dandelions? Cheery, beautiful, resilient, common weeds, never to be approved of, finding the strength to bloom despite assholes like Merlin’s best efforts. Dandelions were Douxie’s favorite flower.

Too bad the florist didn’t even consider them to be anything but said common weed. You had included them in your order when you called it in and you could hear the florist laugh, but muffled as if he put his hand over the receiver, before returning to the phone to inform you that you would have to add them yourself. Pretty rude, if you say so. No matter, hand-picked dandelions would be romantic, anyways. Even if no one else knew about it but you.

You placed the bouquet neatly into the basket of your bike. You’d pick the dandelions to complete it later, right before the big confession, in order to keep them fresh. But as of now, the bouquet peaked out of your basket, the floral fragrance wafting up to your face as you made your way to the next store.

Last week, you had seen such an adorable little box of chocolates. It had chocolates shaped like little skulls, flowers, and ghost cats, and the box had a silly pun about death. Goth chocolate, def. It would have been perfect for the edgy wizard in your life, but alas, it was way too fucking expensive. Like obscenely expensive. But no matter, you’d just steal the idea. How hard could making chocolate be anyway?

You left the grocery store with your haul safe in your skull-patterned reusable shopping bag. Wizard-chic and eco-friendly, it was your favorite bag. The contents of the much-loved bag? Melting chocolates, a jar of marmalade, a jar of raspberry jam, a jar of strawberry jam, and a new roll of wax paper, since you were out. Now you weren’t as ambitious as to make your own jam here. This was a failsafe. There are only so many ways to ruin chocolates if you did not make the chocolate nor the filling yourself. Now just a quick run in the stationary shop on your way home for a cute box, and you were all ready to start your chocolatier career.

* * *

Douxie was getting antsy. Not many patrons had paid a visit to his bookstore this afternoon. Which was strange for valentine’s. and it left him with nothing but his thoughts to entertain his anxious mind. Doux had a lot to worry about. His band had a gig in a new town, so he wasn’t sure how they would be received. He was waiting on a shipment of books that was supposed to show up days ago. It may have gotten lost. That Lake kid was getting himself into more and more trouble these days and it was starting to become hard to help out without overstepping his vaguely imposed bounds. But most of all, at the very moment, he was worried about you.

You had asked him to meet up for dinner tonight. Okay, pretty normal for a Sunday night. Not that the weekend meant anything to either of you, but you normally set aside Sunday for dinner hangout. So nothing to abnormal. But then. Then, you said, something… Douxie actually can’t recall what you said, per se, just that it was along the lines of “we need to talk.” And that your tone sounded nervous. He did not like that one bit, nope nope. He had spent a great part of the day just revisiting every interaction the two of you had had in the last month or so, desperate to figure out if he did something wrong. But he was coming up blank, for all his efforts. Across the room, the clock ticked on. It would be closing time soon enough, and then he’d no longer have to wonder just what he did wrong, as you would be there to tell him directly. Fuzzbuckets, he couldn’t wait.

* * *

You wiped the goopy chocolate off of your cheek with the back of your hand. So far this wasn’t a total disaster. You had at least seven chocolate skulls filled and drying in the molds. The white chocolate seemed to have melted smoother than the regular chocolate? The regular chocolate ones looked kind of lumpy. You hoped they came out of the molds okay. Not to mention the ones you already messed up. A little mountain of chocolate pieces and jam had started rising from your table top corner.

It had been lots of fun at the start. melting the chocolates with a double boil, planning out which molds would be which flavors. But actually filling those molds? A messy, messy ordeal. You had chocolate and jam all over your kitchen, up to your exposed elbows, and even a little in your hair. But that was okay. You’d clean the kitchen later. With the molds in the freezer to set, your priority now was cleaning yourself up rather than the kitchen.

And you cleaned up nice, if you did say so yourself. You got the chocolate out of your hair, and had on a fresh outfit, taking a little time to put effort into your style. You looked snazzy, but not too fancy. You needed to stay casual. Something that you hoped would make Douxie be like ‘wow they look pretty okay’ but not freak him out with formality. Yeah. This was good.

Your watch beeped. Okay, you needed to get out of here, no more dilly dallying. You pulled the candies you made out of the freezer. Moment of truth. Thank the stars, all of the chocolates came out of the molds smoothly without breaking. You arranged them in the cute circular box you set up earlier and folded the tissue paper over them. They all fit in perfectly. The cheesy valentine card, the most important part, didn’t quite fit on top of the candies, you’d have to put it with the bouquet. You slid the lid onto the box and fastened a bow around it with a blue ribbon. Maybe this was a bit overkill, but Douxie knew how to appreciate the dramatic. He’d love it, you were sure.

Last but not least, you headed to the greenspace across the street from your apartment for the final ingredient in your Douxie wooing, dandelions. You were lucky that the empty lot had recently bloomed an entire garden’s worth of the yellow things. The chilly breeze mussed up your newly-fixed hair as you danced about gathering the tiny flowers, adding to the bouquet until you felt like it was enough. Which took longer than you had hoped. You definitely could have kept adding in more dandelions but your watch beeped once again and you had no choice but to make peace with the level of yellow and book it to the bookstore where you and Douxie were supposed to meet before heading out for the night.

* * *

Hearing the ding of the door chime, Douxie turned around to kindly inform the customer who came in that he wasn’t open, but the words caught in his throat when he was met with your smile. There you were, standing in the shop with a box in one hand and flowers in the other. You looked cute. Really cute. But Douxie chased that thought away. He fumbled with the book he had been re-shelving. It fell out of his hand unceremoniously, landing with a thud.

“Hey,” Doux managed to get out. “What’s all-”

“These are for you!” you shoved the presents into his now empty hands. That courage you had earlier? Gone. Your resolve? Dissolving as we speak. You had to get this over with before you chickened out. He was just so good, okay. And why did you think this was a good idea. Douxie looked down at the gifts in his hands confused, before blushing. If he could have reached a hand behind his head and rubbed the back of his neck he would have.

“I didn’t know we were doing Valentine’s, uh. I feel bad I didn’t get you anything.”

“Oh! Don’t be. I just,, felt like doing something nice for you and uh, special,” Douxie tilted his head. You took the box, freeing up his hand. “These are chocolates I made, like, like you’re supposed to do.” You waltzed over to the counter to place them out of the way. “The bouquet is the real star here, uh, I picked them out very carefully.” You tucked your arms behind your back. “I, uh- I brushed up on flower language, and I hope I got it right.”

Now Douxie may have been a Victorian once upon a time but he had barely any surviving memory of the frilly flower language people socialized through in those days. But thankfully, the blooms in the bouquet in front of him were straight forward enough that he did in fact get the message without taking too much gear turning in that noggin of his. Although, the friendly daisies with the red roses were kind of sending him some mixed signals. He knew what he wanted them to mean, but he could just be misinterpreting. You seemed to notice his hesitation.

“Um, there’s a card too. In the flowers somewhere. That. Probably explains what I’m trying to say a little clearer.” You carded your fingers through your hair. You had anticipated not being able to really speak with your voice, as you barely could now, so you’d written it all out on the card as backup. But damn, that card had everything on it. You maybe got a little carried away. There wasn’t going to be any going back from this.

Douxie dug out the card from amidst the blooms. It was handmade, with a cheesy little drawing on the front complete with a pun. And then he opened it. It was almost solid black with ink. Yeah, you had written that much in there. Both sides. And a little on the back. Wow. Doux tried his best to keep up a poker face while reading it but failed quickly as the first few lines alone left him flushed. It was true, everything was on it. From how much you adored Douxie as a person, to how much you valued his friendship, to how pretty you thought he was, to how you longed for something more, with him? Douxie felt like his hands were getting the card all sweaty.

It was nerve wracking watching him read that card. It seemed like he was finished, since his eyes stopped raking through it, but now he was staring intensely at the words written on the pages, in a trance. He broke focus, looking to the bouquet, back to the card, and then finally settled on you.

“Wow.”

“… is that a good wow?”

Douxie caught you by surprise. He pulled into a hug. “Yeah, a good wow.”

You and Douxie’s first non-platonic hug? Yes please. You didn’t even mind the flowers pressing into your back. Okay so a few rose thorns were poking you but that was fine. Douxie smelled like something you couldn’t name, but it was spicy, and cozy. He let you go sooner than you were ready to, but he grinned at you as he left to rummage through his things in the back for a vase. He turned to you as he proudly displayed them on the store’s counter, right where he could look at them all workday,

“So, where are we going tonight? For our first date?” Doux chuckled, “and, technically, our first Valentine’s day too.”

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bookwyrminspiration · 3 years ago

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Ayyyy! Good for you not having to leave the house!

This is, unfortunately, my last day of school holidays. I start school on Monday 🥲

In other, more fun news, I have started collecting pokemon cards! I just do it for the art. I am aiming for one of each card. Save me from my will to collect items

-Heathen

Heathen! hello! Yeah, it'll be very nice to have my mornings back, as mornings are when I'm most productive and for the past four months I've been spending them using my energy to sit still and interact Like A Normal Person with my classmates when I could've been writing and drawing and doing homework. So I will be enjoying that for the summer.

Also oh no! I hope whatever classes you have starting Monday aren't too bad. But hey, at least you got an actual holiday! My intersession and high school spring semester actually overlapped and my hs classes didn't end until the 27th, but my intersession courses started on the 25th. And they will end on the 15 with my summer courses starting on the 16th. So i am just. I am just going no break. I wish your break was longer though! I think you mentioned it being...three weeks? I think? Which doesn't seem nearly long enough! I wish you luck though, as school can really suck sometimes.

Congrats on the Pokemon cards though! I know very very little about pokemon, but I am happy for you! Wait how many pokemon cards are there if that's your goal? does that include the special fancy ones or whatever? holographics? idk what they are. Google is telling me there are somewhere between 800 and 10,000 cards but I don't know which number to believe or even if that range is right. Either way that is a lot so I think instead of saving you from your will to collect items we need to save your wallet from your will to collect items.

I do not have a pokemon card collection but when I was little for some reason people kept gifting me angel related things, mostly little figurines, but now I have a small collection of angel figurines. A few have gone missing or broken, but they're all on the shelf next to me. no clue why people did that but they did. I think my biggest (and most predictable) collection is my book collection tho. I think I'm at somewhere around 360 books that I currently own. I've sold back a lot of them (local bookstore is new and used and will buy books from people to sell at lower prices), passed on several (to my younger sister), and similar things, but I've still got a sizable number that is overflowing from my bookshelves and piled many books thick and also in the closet.

I think you have potentially started a very expensive hobby, so I wish you luck with both that and your upcoming school semester/year/weeks/however long you're in school for!

#quil's queries #heathen nonsie #no longer having to go somewhere everyday>>>>>#I am going to use my new freetime irresponsibly #not on purpose tho #I'll just be bad at using it #hopefully you will use your no longer free time better!!

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greenbriar-j · 3 years ago

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5 times the prince crashed the bookstore

and the 1 time the owner(’s grandson) broke into the palace

One.

The first time was an accident. Sort of. Not really.

Prince Gabriel did need to buy new ink and maybe a new journal to replace the one Gunther accidentally threw into the fountain the last time Gabe escaped the palace. If he was so pressed, though, he could’ve asked one of his attendants to buy it for him.

So, yeah, it was kind of an accident. Gabriel donned his “commoner” attire, hiding his immediately recognizable curls under a cap. The clothes he wore were bland, but he had the kind of figure that made every outfit stand out. He snuck out through the window, running to the bookstore to get as much time away from his princely duties as possible.

It was so boring, all of it. The paperwork, the meetings, the girls.

Full confession: Prince Gabriel loved girls. Adored them. Thought they were the neatest thing to be placed on the planet. He loved the neighboring princesses, their mother queens, the female attendants – he loved women. He could not for a second imagine kissing any of them.

Kissing Gunther? That, he’d imagined several times before the guard had caught on and assigned him even more paperwork. Fucking Gunther.

Not, Gabe grimaced, pushing open the door to the bookstore, fucking Gunther. Stop thinking about fucking Gunther. About fucking. In general. … You’re a disgrace of a prince. At least you’re not responsible for producing an heir.

Because he was the second prince. Because he was responsible for many things, actually, while also not being responsible for a thing at all.

“Welcome to Vanilla Pages, how can I help you today?”

The prince’s head whipped to the sound of the voice. It was not the voice he expected to hear, the almost frail, ever-loving voice of the old Asian lady who’d always been here the last few times he came. This voice was rich, masculine, deep – and, oh, the prince was very, very gay for it.

“Uh,” he said intelligently. “You’re new.”

The man smiled at him. “I’m not. I’ve worked here every summer since I was ten. Granny gets a little faint in the summer. The heat and all.” A beautiful hand waved in a beautiful, dismissive gesture.

Gabe had one thought, and it was this: He himself was feeling a little faint this summer. Somehow, behind the broad shoulders filling out the loose shirt, the scruffy ponytail, the calm yet twinkling eyes, the man was undoubtedly a big teddy bear. “Ah,” he said, again the pinnacle of intelligence towering over his whole kingdom. “What’s your name?”

“It’s impolite to ask for someone’s name without giving yours first,” the man prompts. “Your Highness.”

Your-? “The disguise is that bad?”

“If I say so, will it end in a death sentence?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. That smile is unfair. What the fuck. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

“Then yes, it sucks. The name’s Phuong.”

“Oh, word? Good name.” I did not just say that. Who responds to introductions with oh, word?

Gabe could not stand to make any more of a scene. This was fun. It was also very embarrassing. He grabbed a journal without really examining it, checking out and running across the street to the bakery.

Gunther picked him up there after his own round of flirting with the baker’s daughter. There would probably be a wedding soon. Depending. The guard seemed surprised that the prince turned up on his own, but the prince thought nothing of it. He thought nothing at all.

Not about the name Phuong.

Not about those broad shoulders and muscular arms left on full display. The wide, toothy grin.

Not anything at all.

Two.

The second time was a detour.

“Gabe, I mean this in the most respectful way, but if you do not finish writing a birthday card to the prince of [other kingdom, idk], we will be having a war council within the month.”

“Gunther, he can’t even read. Why does it matter?” Tossing his head back and stretching his legs out, he acted like the brat he only was for Gunther.

The guard delivered a withering glare without adjusting his rigid stance. Even the prince has to admit that Gunther seemed to be experiencing physical repercussions for his job. In just a month, the prince had aged his friend by a year, or so it seemed.

Reluctantly, Gabe held in every protest dangling on the edge of his tongue and penned a birthday note to the two year old prince. “We have to deliver this in person?”

“Yes.”

Gabe groaned. He could not think of a prospect he hated more. In a month, he had not managed to gather enough poise to revisit his beloved Phuong at the bookstore. He merely whimpered the name in his sleep, according to an unusually smug Gunter. And now, to be separated by this meaningless trek?

“To the post, Gabe. Not to [neighboring kingdom].”

Ever the model prince, Gabriel drew himself upright immediately. “The post, you say,” he repeated regally. “The one three streets away from the bookstore.”

“That’s the one.” His guard, his best friend, smiled tightly. “I intend to propose along the way, and your stringing this out is not helping my nerves.”

His royal eyes wider than saucers, Gabe ruffled all of his curls in distress and excitement. “Propose! Why didn’t you say so, you big baboon?”

“You were sulking, Highness.” Gunther’s smile is wry, only a little amused.

“I most certainly was not. Agh, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”

In his rush, he sustained more injury to his hands that day than he had in the past year.

“So…” Phuong glanced at Gabe’s hands, a quick flicker of dark brown eyes. “What happened to your hands?”

Prince Gabriel hid the offending bandaged digits behind his back. “A mishap while writing the world’s most useless letter.”

“Oh?”

“Its recipient can’t even read. OH!” Without thinking, Gabe grabbed at Phuong’s shirt, tugging in his hasty excitement. “He’s doing it, he’s-!”

He turned, only to find his face alarmingly close to Phuong’s. Why was the other man looking at him anyway? Did it matter?

The moment was broken too soon by a holler across the street. “GABE! SHE SAID YES!”

“OF COURSE SHE DID, YOU BABOON!” He fired back, pretending not to feel the heat rising inside him from the sudden close proximity. “He’s going to look so hot at his wedding,” Gabe muttered dreamily, still clinging with bandaged fingertips to Phuong’s shirt.

“I have something for you,” Phuong said suddenly. “I wasn’t sure when you would come back, but I have something.”

It was the best news the prince had heard all day. Seeing Phuong while getting his work done and receiving a gift? Only the gods could provide such a setup.

He was right, for once, that it was too good to be true. Phuong deposited a box of fanmail in the prince’s arms and turned away without a word.

Three.

The third time was a disaster.

“Did you read them?” Phuong asked after the initial pleasantries had been exchanged.

“The letters?” Gabe leaned on the counter. “Burned them.” He grinned, but back-pedaled when the joke falls flat.

Phuong swallowed, then busied himself wiping down the counter. “You burned them?”

“If I read every piece of fanmail I ever got, I wouldn’t survive, Phuong.”

“I see. I suppose- No, never mind.”

While he hadn’t burned them, Gabe hadn’t read them either. He had no reason to read confessions of love from women who didn’t stand a chance with him because 1) he didn’t like women like that and 2) he only had a certain pool of suitors to choose from. This thing he was perpetuating with Phuong… It would burn him eventually. But Phuong was still very, very hot, and Gabe was still very, very gay.

There was no promise of reciprocated anything from the clerk. He was simply doing his job, and Gabe was just a guy that came in a little too often for a little too long. That was all.

“What’s this about, then? Was there one I should have read? Is it from your sister?”

“I don’t have a sister.”

“Your cousin?”

“Your Highness,” Phuong looks at him, finally. Gabe doesn’t enjoy it, though. Not the way the address comes out so clinical, so distant. “All the letters had the same handwriting. My handwriting.”

The prince’s throat goes dry. “What?” He whispers.

“I’m closing the shop early today,” the other man responds in that same distant voice. “You’ll need to leave, Your Highness.”

Stunned, Gabe returns to the palace.

Each of the letters is one sentence long.

I hope this finds you well, Your Highness.

The stars in your eyes shine brighter than mine, yet belong to the same single sky.

You’re a brat.

Gunther came to the bakery today; I’m strangely disappointed by your absence.

A heartless one, you turned out to be.

The stars in your eyes shine on different continents than mine, it seems.

Foolish of me to write letters to someone I’ve only met once.

Why do I think of you so often, my most hated daydream?

There’s one for every day of the month Gabe avoided Vanilla Pages.

“Gunther?” He calls into the air. A maid scurries in instead, apologizing for the absence of his guard, a different guard trailing in behind her. “It’s fine. Will you bring me some alcohol?”

Four.

The fourth time was a mistake.

The very same night, a very drunk Gabe stumbled through the streets. It would be a prime night for assassination, if anyone wanted to put him out of his misery. A shame that no one did.

Mindless feet guided him back to the bookstore. Fruitlessly, he banged on the shut and bolted door.

An angry Gunther dragged him home, and Phuong was never the wiser.

Five.

The fifth time was purposeful.

“Your engagement was decided today.”

Hollow-eyed, Prince Gabriel blinked at the captain of his guard – a married man now. The wedding had been beautiful. As expected. “My what?”

“Your engagement, Highness. She’s a very pretty woman, if it’s any consolation.”

“It’s not.”

“Phuong is also in very bad shape, if it’s any consolation. Rea said so.”

“It’s not.” The words came muffled by the pair of hands covering the prince’s face. It was enough that he felt bad about everything. There was really no reason both of them should feel awful. “Gunther, clear my schedule for the next hour. I’m going to the bookstore.”

“You’re engaged now.”

“I’m aware. Betrothed men ought to tell other suitors when they’re off the market.”

The intention is clear, and Gunther seems upset. Unreasonably so. “Your Highness-”

“I have to, Gunther. I’m going to make him hate me so he can move on faster.”

“But you-”

“I always knew how this would end. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

He was anything but okay. He was gay and in love and engaged to a beautiful woman who deserved the kind of love he could never give her because he was gay and desperately in love with someone else.

Each solemn step of the way, he bid farewell to each part of the man he had inexplicably grown to love. Goodbye, beautiful hair. Goodbye, kind heart. Goodbye, brown eyes. Goodbye, biceps; goodbye, thighs. Goodbye, hands. Goodbye, stupid love letters.

He walked in, announced his engagement to the ground, and fled before he could see the other man’s reaction.

One.

Phuong considered his life in chapters.

They were typically large, vague categories of his life that were boring and tedious to live through. Childhood. Teenage years. Adulthood. Gabe. It was only this latest chapter that made any difference in anything he thought.

Before Gabe, life was dull. Every day, the same. After him, every day was painful – but the good kind of painful that perhaps would lead to something. The second prince bore the name of the messenger of the lord, and that had to count for something, didn’t it?

Apparently not. For Gabe to cut him off so quickly… If he had hoped to give Phuong any kind of conclusion about what they were and what they meant to each other, he failed spectacularly.

After milling around Rea’s bakery for half the day, he finally called in his favor. “Rea, can I… Uhm…”

“If you wait until sundown, Gunther will come home for dinner, and he can take you straight to the brat himself,” she replied before he finished the thought. “Just tell him how you feel, and if it goes bad, you can have free cakes for a week.”

“I’ll get fat and unattractive.”

“Honey,” she said in that pitying tone he’d so hoped to avoid.

“Can I… Have a free cake now?”

Prince Gabriel and Gabe were very different people, and while Phuong had known this, it didn’t really dawn on him until he saw it with his own two eyes.

Gabe – his Gabe – smiled and laughed at everything, had horrible posture because he was always trying to get that tiny bit closer to Phuong, and dressed horribly because he thought it’d work as a disguise.

Prince Gabriel wore tailored clothes that made Phuong a little dizzy because of how they accentuated a man who didn’t need accentuating at all. Prince Gabriel spoke with authority and walked with it, too. He oozed it.

Phuong didn’t know if this made his job any easier.

The moment the door shut behind him, the prince groaned and stretched and stripped off his clothes from the day. He flopped face-first on the bed like a child and immediately called for the captain of his guard.

“Is it okay that I’m here instead?” Phuong said softly.

Unexpectedly, the prince jumped ten feet in the air. “Phuong?”

A complicated series of expressions crossed the prince’s face. He looked like he wanted to be upset, but couldn’t, and in the end, he started to cry, reaching for Phuong with grabby hands and a bleeding heart. What a foolish prince, to wound himself like this, when he really didn’t need to be wounded at all.

“Your eyes shine with stars that are different from mine, but they share the same sky,” Phuong murmured, climbing into the prince’s bed and pulling him into a clumsy embrace. “If you had read that, I thought you’d have understood.”

“It’s not the same as telling me upfront. I can’t bank my decisions on I think.”

“I know.”

And the prince only cried more. This was all his heart had ever wanted, but it still didn’t tell his mind what to do. Could he afford to forfeit his engagement? Would he have to forfeit Phuong again, knowing what he knew now?

He didn’t know. He didn’t care yet. It was hard to care with Phuong’s finger sliding through his curls, with feathery touches of lips to his forehead.

“Gabe.”

“Hm?”

“I really, really like you. But I get it if you still have to let me go.”

Gabe tightened his arms around Phuong. “I won’t. I don’t want to.”

“Okay.”

Spoiler alert: I have no idea how to actually end this but I believe they figure out their way to get together and live happily ever after bc that was the whole point of this but I really can’t be bothered to write it out whoops

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