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Rai: xD Nope. I want to start off the new year with this perfect fanfic kay? xD
I promise the second I'm up that the beginning of the fanfic will be the first thing I post.
YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
１－１－１５
Cheers! May 2015 bring more shitty decision making, amazing friends, better writing, book loving, and lots of laughs tears and joy. Also money and chocolate. May 2015 bring loads of that.
１－２－１５Rai's Fanfic
Story told from either Rai, Triss, Spencer, or Hanna's perspective. Rarely will it be the boys. R a r e l y. Anything Spencer, Hanna, say may have been said in the show. Character and ideas are from abc family hit T.V show, Pretty Little Liars
[Narrator/None of the girls]
Spencer brought over four red cups filled with alcohol and handed them each of them a glass. Settling into the couch Spencer listened to Hanna talk about how Spencer had merely gone to college, and Triss had gone to take a photography class.
"Hey, I took a full load at Holis and Triss beat out a thousand applicants for that space in that photography class"
Rolling her eyes Hanna turned to Rai asking how many houses she built. Drunk, she replied saying she finished around six or seven. After a couple more moments of joking, the four girls got a text from the bitch.
"Show me your boobs. - A" Spencer read off of her phone.
The liars rolled their eyes, talking about how much of a jackass A was. But they quickly switched over to the topic of making it to senior year cheerfully laughing before falling asleep.[Hanna]
The sky growled at me as if I had committed a sin. Which I did but I had no idea how I had. A grave was open in front of me, and the coffin that was supposed to be there was missing. I could hear a phone ringing but I wasn't sure where it was. All I knew was that a shovel, fell to the ground with a slight thud. Falling to the ground my hands somehow found a ringing phone and I answered groggily.
"He-hello?" I asked drunk.
I'm not sure what I said or to whom I said to, but before I knew it Rai, Triss, and Spencer were surrounding me. I could hear voices being called out to me and saw their lips moving but I couldn't really figure anything out. Before I knew it, I was collapsed in Rai's arms.[Spencer]
"Hey Han. Wake up." I said gently shaking Hanna awake.
I saw her blink and sit up, looking more alert than she did when we first found her a couple hours ago.
"Mmmm?"
"Hey Han. Look, we're going to go to my lake house but first I need you too take off your clothes. All of it. And put those on." I said pointing a stack of clothes next to her. "Triss ran to your house and got some for you" I explained to her.
She nodded and I left her alone to change in her corner of my living room. I grabbed some notebook paper and scribbled down a note for my mom explaining where we were. As soon as I was done Rai and Triss came through my front door looking worried. I nodded to them reassuring that she was okay and quickly told them about the plan. Soon enough Hanna came back to us with her dirty clothes.
"Oh no." I said shaking my head. "We're burning that." I told her tossing them into the fire.
She looked as if she wanted to protest against it but managed to keep her mouth shut. We guided her towards my car and quickly drove off to my parents lake house and crashed again for the night.[Rai]
I woke up to the phone ringing, and through my tired eyes I saw Spencer answer it.
"Was there any witness?" I heard her say into the phone.
After a couple more seconds Spencer hung up the phone and turned around to us. Quickly she explained to us on how no one had any leads as to who dug it up but of course people were pointing their fingers at Garret. Hanna began breaking down crying, telling us how it was all her fault. Hurriedly Triss comforted her, telling how it wasn't any of her fault and I nodded in encouragingly.
"So. We came here late afternoon, roasted some marshmallows and talked about how much fun senior year was going to be" Spencer said giving us our cover story.
Triss and I nodded looking over at Hanna. She agreed and we all stood up getting ready to go back home.
nuuuu. Love it. Appreciate it. Be friends with your writing, Triss. And the writing will be friends with you too and give you a big hug.
message 116:
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-adonis ❰Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart inside you Oh what could I do When you started talking
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Rai: Dude. No. I don't appreciate good writing. >.>Jacob:
message 119:
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-adonis ❰Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart inside you Oh what could I do When you started talking
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No, it's the eggplant worshiping thing
Mmmmmhmmmm. Perverted boys these days. *shakes head* xD
I willllll I promise its on my list.
yayyyyy I was rewatching PLL today and I was thinking about your story and XD
４－１９－１５chapter i
♘ Cowbow Swan ♘
The sun beating down failed to prevent the hundreds of cars whizzing by. Emma glanced up at the tall building, squinting slightly as she tried to get a perspective on its height. Taking a deep breath she glanced back down, straightening her shoulders.
“C’mon Em. You got this.” she muttered to herself
Pushing open the clear, glass door, Emma scanning the area out of habit. A kind looking man caught her eye, and began heading over to her cheerfully. His forest green eyes crinkled with warmth as he outstretched his hand to her.
“Well hello there. May I help you?” he asked, and English accent seeping through.
“I’m Emma Swan. Looking for Regina Mills?” she asked thankful that her voice was confident.
“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Robin Locksley. Reg - Ms. Mills” he started blushing slightly at his error “is right on the third floor. Hers is the black door – you can’t miss it.”
“Thank you Mr. Locksley” Emma replied a polite smile in place.
Quickly she located the elevator and hit the clearly marked 3 on one of the buttons. Tapping her foot impatiently Emma watched the red number on the top right hand corner slowly change. After what seemed like forever and a day, the doors opened up and Emma stepped out, locating the black door.
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“Well Ms. Swan you certainly seem talented and qualified. Your pictures are some of the best I’ve seen in years”
Emma blinked at the praise. As an orphan she wasn’t used to much compliments, and they still managed to catch her off guard. Not to seem impolite, Emma gave a small smile to lady sitting across from her.
“But,” she continued, still looking through the file of photos “you have no experience. No work experience that I can see anyways. I’ve got a dozen photographers waiting with other experience I can cross reference”
Emma nodded acknowledging the facts. It was true, she was twenty-six, fresh out of college and had quit her job at Burger King. She was barely holding onto her apartment, her friends giving her loans and trying to help her. Still she needed this job, and had to somehow convince the woman sitting behind the desk that.
“You’re right. But the thing is all of those people out there, all they can do is take photos. I can do interviews, write. I can get to know people.” Emma replied nearly pleading.
Ms. Mills studied her for a couple moments, as Emma crossed her fingers hoping. She was chewing on her inner cheeks, her brow furrowed the slightest bit out of worry. As she opened her mouth to give her verdict Emma leaned the slightest bit.
“All right Ms. Swan. I’ll give you a shot.” she started, smiling slightly at the look of relief on Emma’s face. “On of course on condition. I want to make sure you can actually do what you ask. So I’ll give you information on this one person, and I want you to go down there and get an interview by them. Get to really know them, write a report with pictures and come back with it all. If I am impressed, then welcome aboard. If not, I’m afraid you’re going to be back on the market”
Emma bit the inside of her cheek, worry starting to enter her chest. She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Consider it done. Whos the person?”
Regina smiled and leaned back into her chair. “Thats what I like to hear Ms. Swan”
She began shuffling through her drawer full of files and finally pulled one out, slamming the drawer shut. She motioned for Emma to look through it, and cautiously she did. Opening it up a single picture of a man nestled there.
Holy crap.
First thought that ran through her mind. Holy crap. It was evident that he was gorgeous, with scruffy black hair and piercing blue eye. He had a scruffy facial hair on him, his eyebrow arched. A black v-neck t-shirt showed off some of his chest hair nicely, and revealed his well toned arms. Emma continued gazing down at the man until her employer cleared her throat. She looked up, blinking several times, remind herself where and was and whom she was with.
With a smile in place Ms. Mills stood up offering her hand.
“So Ms. Swan, I take it you’re interested?”
[feel free to request fics as i am trying to get more into the fic writing. any fandom, trope, au, ship, etc.]
march 13, 2016[shadowhunters]
blood thats shed
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an; an;; first of all thank you for reading this. this is my second time really writing for saphael and if any of this is ooc please let me know. i’m not sure where this came from, i’m probably messing up some plot points but oh well its done, unedited and a mess. please help me.
tw;; death, suicide, raphael being a fucking noble idiot
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They choose a house with a blueish black roof and white bricks. Really it doesn’t look at all appealing, and the inside is in no way better. The paint is peeling off, theres an odd smell coming from the bathroom and they’re fairly sure that some type of animal residing in the basement and in all honesty they don’t know why the chose such an unattractive house but they did and its theirs and thats all that matters.
After they got everyone to help lug in the million and one boxes, they sit down with two bottles in their hands happy. The two of them didn’t bother looking for glasses, both of them in a mutual agreement that they could throw away all manners and just drink.
A week after they move in there has still been no organization to the house. Boxes are starting to open but nothing is getting placed in any room and honestly its driving Raphael crazy but at the same time he loves it. He loves it, he loves it so much because a part of it reminds him of home. Of his little brothers and his family and all the messiness and love that came with them.
He loves that its his place with Simon, that its theirs and no one else. Raphael is a lot more loose here, the great leader of a fearsome vampire clan telling corny jokes. Raphael loves that he finally found someone who he trusts, values and cares for in a manner he never thought he could agagain. Who he can talk to for hours about everything.
And Simon fills the void when he can’t. He makes stupid comments just to see a hint of a smile, he buys him worn out used books because Raphael loves them more than the new first addition ones. Simon wakes up early in the evening and feels Raphael’s body, and lets the world fall apart because they’re together and they matter. Because damn the world, they will survive.
Its late one night and they’re both terrified out of their mind because theres a fucking war going on. There is Valentine trying to kill them but he is not going to Raphael swears. Valentine won’t even come close he promises him and Simon believes him because he wants to oh so badly and Raphael has always been there and confident and its hard not to believe it when you’ve lost all hope.
But one day one of Raphael’s close friends takes a hit and they’re adamant on not getting up again. Raphael falls apart in a single second, tears dancing on his beautiful face and at that moment Simon knows that hes going to have to be the confident one. Simon knows how broken he is when he approaches him and puts his arms around his body because yes, he has to be the strong one for a while but just for two minuets he just hugs him and loves him.
Simon tries to make him simile again and sometimes it works. He’ll smile and laugh and pick fights with Jace over stupid shit but there is a hollowness to every action he does. Simon catches him talking to no one but never mentions it, fearing that he’ll just shatter if he does. So instead he gets him some more books and old films and talks about the most random topics that neither of them care about and slowly Raphael rebuilds himself and comes back to him.
A year passes and so many of their friends are gone, so many of them are dead and Raphael briefly wonders how its possible they haven’t fallen apart. He gets Simon roses even though it holds little meaning. Many days the two of them spend at the Hotel planning their next attack with whomever is still alive and Simon makes corny jokes in hope everyone will laugh and everything will be okay. But its not okay and it will never be okay and he has no idea how to deal with that. Their house still has unopened boxes and they’ve long since stopped caring about them.
Its a little past New Years when Raphael finally figures out the answer. And in a way he thinks a part of him always knew the answer but refused to accept it because god he just wanted to be Raphael with Simon. But this stupid war has been going on long enough and hes watched everyone fall on the battlefield and he knows he can’t keep stalling. So one night he kisses Simon extra hard everywhere because he has to know. He has to understand what hes doing and that he loves her and Simon doesn’t think much of it until the next day when he wakes up to a cold mattress.
And Simon prays, he prays that hes just downstairs sitting on the hardwood floor surrounded by boxes. He prays that he’ll look up and smile at her but there is no one there except for boxes and Simon hates it. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it so much because thats all they are. Boxes with a whole life in them that he’ll never get to see. And Simon curses and sobs and throws memorabilia and books across the house in hopes that he’ll just appear and tell her to calm down and tell her that these are important things. He rips out pages of books while screaming at the top of his lungs, hysterical because god how the hell could you do that to someone. He doesn’t give a damn if this would be the best way to help his people, to give them a little bit more time, he doesn’t care, at least Simon would still have more time with him.
And when he finally manages to calm down somewhat he spots a dark blue jacket over a brown box standing next to her labeled ‘kitchen utensils simon please dont use these as a bunch of swords and try to engage me in sword fights you keep winning onLY BECAUSE I LET YOU YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ME! I HAVE YEARS OF EXPERIENCE BABY (also why tf did we have to bring kitchen utensils god you are such a mundane how)’ and a part of him cracks some more. And slowly, very slowly he reaches inside the box and shifts through the forks and spoons and straws until finally he reaches a knife with the very pointy tip and honestly in that moment hes so so so tired and most of his friends are dead anyways and maybe it won’t hurt for once. Maybe that ache in his chest can leave and he can just sleep and he’ll just be warm with Raphael’s arms around him and he’ll be getting neck kisses because those are his favorite.
And the house with a blueish black roof and white bricks looks the same as it did when they first bought it. It still looks rather disgusting, paint is still peeling off and the bathrooms aroma has improved somewhat and the animal that lived in the basement now has a family there and really its a very much the same unattractive house that they bought except this time theres boxes filling it and a boy that had so much hope in him now lying uselessly and headless because he lost her entire world.
Dude I haven't even started.
Ali: Uhhh okay den. Imma see which one I like the most.