This really made me think about a romantic relationship I'm planning on defining in the last book In the trilogy I'm writing! (I haven't finished the first book aaaa but obviously I have an outline of the plot) I'll give a little vague backstory so it makes sense: in the first book, a boy, call him A sails in and stays with a group of girls, a 15 year old girl called Amber, a 11 year old girl, call her F, and her A's 3 yr old sister, call her T. T dies at ✨some point✨ A's friend from the ship, named Diya, and Amber grow into love when the ship comes back in the last book.

Here is a lil scene of them establishing their relationship. I'll add that these queer deers don't have to deal insecurities really because they live in a wonderful utopia; they have been taught from a young age how to cope with these things and homophobia is not a thing. The plot is that F, T, A and Amber fall into our world and jAzz takes place. They realise that F and A are originally from our world too. The Aquila constellation hath a lot of significance meep. Tis keel.

Dusk burnt amber in the east, glistening, stunning, glowing as it reflected in the clear ocean. A pool of autumn, just like Amber's eyes. Diya's eyes were far darker; as always the silver flame of adventure danced joyfully within them. They were softer tonight, thought, a clear vulnerability shone through. Dazzling. Diya - Flame, bright. Now it was a little awkward in that they could both tell what each other was thinking, which in itself was a further reinforcement of it. Their paths had crossed an now they should become one. One beautiful ribbon of road, sprawling through the depths of lustrous forests infused with the smell of rain on Gaia's lovely cool skin, over rivers that yauned languidly into sprawling mountain scapes, through grand stain-glass domes and spires of gold. Possibly even through the bird's nests and mirrors and falls and cupboards that led to and from Odium Mundi ((Our world)). They were not awkward people. They were the brave Lions. Knees to chest, sat on a spruce platform built into the study rigging of the AQUILA, they were in love. “Do you plan on sailing away soon?”
“I don't know…”
“Because… You are a mark on the map of my past. I mean- everyone is - but after Thea died my map kinda… tore? Sorry Florence is so good at metaphorical empathy, I thought I'd give it a try.”
“Ha! Well, you're not one to be unpractical, I recognize that, so it must be so difficult for you to say that -”
“- love you.” They said in unison.
And that wasn't awkward at all. Not like they thought it'd be. They smiled at each other until their cheeks ached, but they simply could not stop smiling. The sun set and the constellations came out and they gazed at Aquila.

GardenOfColour wrote:

This really made me think about a romantic relationship I'm planning on defining in the last book In the trilogy I'm writing! (I haven't finished the first book aaaa but obviously I have an outline of the plot) I'll give a little vague backstory so it makes sense: in the first book, a boy, call him A sails in and stays with a group of girls, a 15 year old girl called Amber, a 11 year old girl, call her F, and her A's 3 yr old sister, call her T. T dies at ✨some point✨ A's friend from the ship, named Diya, and Amber grow into love when the ship comes back in the last book.

Here is a lil scene of them establishing their relationship. I'll add that these queer deers don't have to deal insecurities really because they live in a wonderful utopia; they have been taught from a young age how to cope with these things and homophobia is not a thing. The plot is that F, T, A and Amber fall into our world and jAzz takes place. They realise that F and A are originally from our world too. The Aquila constellation hath a lot of significance meep. Tis keel.

Dusk burnt amber in the east, glistening, stunning, glowing as it reflected in the clear ocean. A pool of autumn, just like Amber's eyes. Diya's eyes were far darker; as always the silver flame of adventure danced joyfully within them. They were softer tonight, thought, a clear vulnerability shone through. Dazzling. Diya - Flame, bright. Now it was a little awkward in that they could both tell what each other was thinking, which in itself was a further reinforcement of it. Their paths had crossed an now they should become one. One beautiful ribbon of road, sprawling through the depths of lustrous forests infused with the smell of rain on Gaia's lovely cool skin, over rivers that yauned languidly into sprawling mountain scapes, through grand stain-glass domes and spires of gold. Possibly even through the bird's nests and mirrors and falls and cupboards that led to and from Odium Mundi ((Our world)). They were not awkward people. They were the brave Lions. Knees to chest, sat on a spruce platform built into the study rigging of the AQUILA, they were in love. “Do you plan on sailing away soon?”
“I don't know…”
“Because… You are a mark on the map of my past. I mean- everyone is - but after Thea died my map kinda… tore? Sorry Florence is so good at metaphorical empathy, I thought I'd give it a try.”
“Ha! Well, you're not one to be unpractical, I recognize that, so it must be so difficult for you to say that -”
“- love you.” They said in unison.
And that wasn't awkward at all. Not like they thought it'd be. They smiled at each other until their cheeks ached, but they simply could not stop smiling. The sun set and the constellations came out and they gazed at Aquila.

Rereading this it is utterly awful. I will nOt put this in the book when I come to it but I enjoyed writing and my word score is up so much meep. What I would've done better would be mention the effects of past occourences and wRiTe bEtTer I'm tired meeep

great weekly! tysm for adding the bonus round- def helped for me bc i’m writing a book rn where the main characters are gay and in a relationship (<3) again- tysm for the weekly!

Daily for Fanfi! 723 words

“This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad-” James mumbled.

“Calm down!” Brianna said. “It's not that bad!”

The two sat in Brianna's dorm room. Lima, her roommate, had left to go somewhere, so they were alone.

“You need to calm down.” Brianna repeated. “It's gonna be okay.”

"Okay. Okay?!“ James snapped, throwing one of Brianna's pillow's across the room. Brianna backed away from him a bit.

”Look on the bright side. She doesn't know it was you.“ Brianna patted him on the back reassuringly. James pushed her off.

”She will soon, that's for sure." he sobbed. He was right. Jessie's best friend Emerald had played detective throughout the whole day, questioning people whether or not they were the person that had sent Jessie the love letter. At the end of the day, Emerald announced who her suspect was.

James.

“Well, Jessie never believed Emerald.” Brianna remarked. “Remember?” James sulked. Jessie hadn't believed that he sent the love letter. In fact, she thought it was pure nonsense.

“He could have never wrote that.” she had pointed out. “The way it's written is different than his writing style.” That was because Brianna had written the letter for him. “Plus,” Jessie added “James doesn't even like me. And I don't like him. We're just friends.”

It hurt James to think of those words. He was glad that no one found out, of course. But he was also sad Jessie thought of them that way. Yes, they had been good friends ever since high school began. But couldn't they be more? More than friends? It seemed impossible at this point.

She doesn't like you, James. Just give up.

Brianna's voice snapped him back to reality. “Hey, maybe she didn't mean what she said.” Brianna reassured. It was almost as if she read James' thoughts. “Maybe-” Just then someone knocked at the door.

Brianna opened it to reveal Jessie. James' heart nearly stopped.

“Hi Bri.” Jessie greeted. “Is James here? I saw him come over this way”

“Hey Jessie!” Brianna smiled. “Yep, he's here.” She gestured to the bed where James sat. “Come in.”

Jessie came inside and sat down next to James, who was blushing like crazy. Brianna giggled, slipped on her slippers and opened the door once again.

“I think I'll give you two some privacy. See ya.” Brianna flashed James a wink before heading out the door. Once she had left, the room became very quiet. Jessie and James sat in silence.

“So um…” James finally spoke. “What are you doing here?”

“I know it was you.”

“W-what?”

“James,” Jessie deadpanned. “I know you wrote that love letter for me.” James was now blushing like a madman.

“How d-do you know?” he asked.

“I mean, isn't it kind of obvious.” Jessie laughed, looking him up and down.

“Jessie…”

“Listen,” Jessie grabbed him by the shoulders. Their eyes made contact with each other. “If you have something to tell me, say it now James. I want to hear it.”

James gulped. How could he tell her? How could he tell his best friend that he loved her? Would she feel the same way? Is that what she wanted to hear? His love confession to her? So many questions ran through his head, no answers were provided.

Just do it.

He opened his mouth to speak.

Do it now

“I love you Jessie.” he exclaimed. “I've loved you ever since we met. I love your laugh, your beauty, your smile, your kindness, everything. I love you so much that I want to hold you in my arms forever. And I want to hug you, and I want to kiss you, and I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. And-”

“Good job.”

James couldn't respond, because at that moment Jessie's lips crashed down onto his own for a kiss. They stayed like that for a few moments, and those moments felt like heaven. Finally, James pulled away in shock. Jessie smiled.

“I love you James.” she grinned. “I love you.”

“I love you too. James smiled as he pulled Jessie in for another kiss.
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Outside the door stood Brianna, hands over her mouth, giggling and holding up her phone, which was recording.

”Another job well done." Brianna sighed happily, ending the recording. Wait until her classmates see this.

Is this-
Pokemon?

Cherrie_Tree wrote:

Is this-
Pokemon?

can't unsee it now

Good, strong, and true family relationships are the best and make me cry the most.



“Isaac?” a young, soft voice whispered from the doorway. Heavy raindrops muffled the sound, making my name barely audible.

“Liam?” I yawned and waved my hand around in an attempt to find the lamp switch. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I couldn't sleep. I'm scared, Isaac,” Liam replied in a whimper. I was about to ask why when a clap of thunder echoed through the house, followed by a rapid flash of lightning. The strike lit up the curtain blinds. Liam gave out a cry and scrambled over to the bed. “Oh. Hey, it'll be alright. The storm won't hurt you.”

Liam wasn't convinced and crawled on top of the sheets and blankets. “I'm scared,” he repeated. In the dim light, I could catch the silhouette of a stuffed animal tiger in his arms. A toy that had been with him since he could barely walk. He loved the thing and carried it everywhere he went.

I sat upright and switched the light on. I had been expecting it but had forgotten how bright the lamp could be. I blinked a few types, allowing my sight to adjust to its new, brighter surroundings. A little boy stared back at me. My parents said it was like looking in a mirror, Liam and I. We shared the same pair of brown eyes, pointed chin, pale skin, red hair, and freckles around the nose. The only difference was my father's nose had been passed down to me while my brother got my mother's. The near-invisible birthmark below his ear was another small feature that separated Liam and I from our appearance.

“You wanna build a fort?” I asked, pulling myself out of my thoughts.

“Mom and Dad are sleeping,” my younger brother reminded. He glanced at the door.

“We'll be extra quiet,” I said with a wink.

A grin crept on Liam's face and nodded. I jumped up, yanking the thick blanket and sheet off of my queen-sized mattress in one smooth, swift motion. Liam, as light, as he was, toppled backward, rolling into a pile of clothes. They had been lying there for a few days, but I promise, they were clean. He popped up and returned to my side with his beaming smile, unaffected by what had just happened.

“You said we'd be quiet!” he giggled.

"You landed in a pile of clean clothes!“

”Clean?“ he repeated with a playful snort. ”They smell like you dropped them in a pig pen and left them there for a few days!“ He scrunched up his nose to add a dramatic effect.

I tousled Liam's hair. ”Race you quietly downstairs,“ I challenged, opening the door wider and tip-toeing across the hall. The floorboards creaked under my weight. My little brother passed as quietly as a ninja and slid down the staircase. My heart skipped a beat, scared that he had tripped on accident. My fears quickly washed away as Liam stood up. Of course. As reckless as he was sometimes, he could tolerate anything.

We dragged the chairs into the family room and placed them in front of the couch. Liam draped the thin blanket over the seats. We strung up a flashlight to serve as a light source and lined the floor with my comforter and the couch's decorative pillows. The TV was still within eye range from the fort's entrance.

”I wanna do this more often,“ Liam said, curling up beside me once we had finished our masterpiece. With the volume turned down low, I had turned on the early-morning news channel.

”What, waking up at 1 in the morning, sneaking out of bed to make a fort?“ I asked, emphasizing the playful tone in my voice.

”No. Hanging out with you. You're so busy with school and sports and clubs,“ my younger replied. He bit his lip nervously and avoided my gaze. I looked down with guilt, his words piercing me with a knife of truth. He was right. I was rarely at home these days. Aria, our sister, was usually caught up with school, cheer and dance practices and competitions, and whatever else younger sisters did. She was hardly at the house too.

”Here,“ Liam said after a few long moments had passed. He handed me his stuffed tiger. ”Can you keep this. So you remember me forever and ever, okay?“ He pressed it against my chest, the soft fur of its ears brushing against my neck.

”No,“ I declined, handing it back. ”I love you, and that's all that matters. Same with Mom, Dad, and Aria. We don't need an object to remember each other by, only love and memories we make together.“ I added one more thing at the end. ”Brother."

-tvrtles wrote:

-snip-

this is so wholesome aaaaaaaaa

Part 1

The Quill family has always been messed up, I should know, I'm Nami Quill. I'm the youngest of the Quills. My mom died shortly after I was born, and my dad is kinda super evil. My oldest brother abandoned me and my other siblings. My mom died shortly after I was born, and my dad is kinda super evil. My oldest brother abandoned me and my other siblings, and it made my second oldest brother really mad. A few years ago, when I was ten, we ran away, we stayed with our friends, the Thornes. I wasn't happy about it at first, I was kinda scared my brother would marry there oldest sister and abandon us like my oldest brother did. I didn't want that, but he was 16 almost 17 and without our dad he could pretty much do whatever he wants. He did end up marrying Ellie, but he didn't leave me and my other siblings. Speaking of my other siblings, I have 2, Peter was 14 and Cai was 12. Things are better now then they were 4 years ago, Peter is married now, and me and Cai both have a boyfriend, I'm a lot happier, and I can tell you that I fully believe everything works out in the end.

Part 2

I walk into the cafeteria and sit at an empty table, I haven't been going to this school for that long, so I haven't really made any friends. I see a girl walk up to me, I've seen her a few times, she sits next to me in history if I remember correctly. She sits next to me and smiles
“Hiiii I'm Frisk” She says, she seems bubbly and joyful, not really my type of person, but I'll give it a shot.

“I'm Gabe” I say, and then take a bite of my sandwich,

“Oh cool! I'm 10 what about you?” She says grinning, I'm not really a people person, I have one or two close friends but that's about it, but she's definitely a people person, she's also really loud. Everyone's staring.

“11'' I say quickly and quietly.

”Well I always have liked older guys“ She says, and smirks.

”WAIT WHAT NOW“ I say, not caring about being loud anymore. She's creeping me out a ton.

”I'm just kidding, you don't have to yell“ She says, and then giggles

”Your crazy“ I say, without thinking, I realize that's a mean thing to say, but this lady was creeping me out and that's all I could bring myself to say.

”thank you“ She says standing up and bowing playfully, and then she runs off.

”What a strange person" I say to myself, I have to admit that she was interesting, weird, but interesting

↬ Part one: Family members

“Willie!” my mom called from outside. I sighed, fearing the worst. Wearily dragging myself towards the door, I shouted, “Oh, what is it now-?” Even though I knew I shouldn't, I detested my mother. No matter how hard I tried to impress her, she shot me down; either with insults or beatings. My friends even teased me for the bruises on my arms, ones I couldn't explain. For only I knew that side of my mother. She acted sweet and motherly, full of love and affection, in front of pretty much everyone else except me. ‘How pathetic!’ I thought to myself. And the worst thing was, I couldn't tell anyone. I wouldn't. No, I refused to betray my mother, no matter how much she hurt me, no matter how much I hated her. I was cut short as my father's handsome face peeked out through the door. Now he was the one I loved! He beamed all the time, and his lovely smile was contagious. No matter how hard I cried, how loud I screamed, he was there for me. His laughs rang through my ears when I was upset, the silver glint in his crystal blue eyes making me grin. I felt like I could tell him anything and everything. 'Well… maybe not everything…,' I thought, my inner voice trailing off. My dad tapped me on my waist, jolting me out of my thoughts. “What's wrong, darling?” frowning, he asked with concern. I felt myself deflate, I hated lying to my dad. Nevertheless, I answered, “Nothing, dad…just school… stuff.” He didn't look convinced, but he didn't press the matter any further. The look of discomfort on his face faded, as he smiled and went back to work. On the way to my mother's room, I decided to quickly check in on my younger brother; Will. We had a rocky relationship, that changed with his moods. These days, he just spent his time locked in his room, and well, I was worried about him, even though he was only six months younger than me. With a few quick strides, I walked up to his door, gently rapping on it, with my knuckles. He didn't know what our mother was like, and I never found the courage to burden him with the knowledge. As the door swung open with a loud creak, I glanced into the room. The gray curtains were drawn, the room dimly lit. Letting my eyes adjust to the dark, I rushed towards the bed, to where Will lay still. He was pretending to be asleep, his arm covering up most of his hair and eyes. Ironically, my brother and I looked nothing alike. He had a pale complexion, with jet-black hair and crystal blue eyes, (just like our dad) and I had a peach colored complexion with locks of messy brown hair, and deep green eyes, like my mother. ‘Typical,’ I groaned. Despite me knowing that my brother wasn't a touchy, social person, I lifted him up and threw my hands around him. For a second, he looked ready to pull away, but with a loud grunt he gave in, returning the embrace. We stayed like that for, what seemed like an eternity; brother and sister, united forever. No matter what happened with my mother or father, or with anything, this would always be there.

↬ Part four: romantic relations

I somehow resisted the impulse to sigh, as Peter's fingers gently twined themselves between mine, his thumb brushing across my cheek as he softly whispered, “I can't imagine how lost I would be, if not for you.” My eyes lighting up with a teasing glint, I pulled away, saying, “Yeah, I bet you'd miss half your classes and fail on your tests. Oh, or I dunno, you'd land up at a stranger's house instead of your own.” He laughed, his grip tightening on my arm. “Your humor never ceases to amaze me. Everything is stupefying and charming about you, for that matter,” he said, confidently. It was my turn to clutch his arm, as he added faintly, “Which is why I think it's time for us to break up.” The smile on my face dispersed as fast as it had appeared, earlier. I turned pale, my cheeks flushing. I stood up and leaned on the brick wall beside me for support as I mumbled, “Break up?” Surprisingly, my voice was steady, not even a hint of sadness exposing me, through my husky voice. Nodding, Peter reached for my hand, and said, in the same soft voice, “Don't get me wrong. I love you. But you were born to be beautiful, born to be strong and amazing.” I watched mutely as he absentmindedly tugged at his blonde hair, and ran his hand over his startling gray eyes. “I, on the other hand, was meant to be…well…insignificant. Ordinary. I don't deserve you. I never have, and never will. I'm sorry.” Bending down to plant a final kiss on my hand, he walked away, a look of pure sadness darkening his features. When he disappeared completely, the sobs I was choking down washed down on me, and I hugged myself, shivering in the sudden cold.

Looking back on that day now, I greatly wonder how I held myself together for such a long time. I shake my fist, wondering, “Why? What did I do wrong?” I desperately cling on to the memories of why I loved Peter, what made him so appealing. I wrap a red hoodie around myself - a gift from Peter. As I shut my eyes tight, the memories that I've tried so hard to conceal, come flooding in.

The times when I used to think that he was just a random stranger, who wasn't worth having a silly crush on. The times when I noticed him staring at me in class, but politely ignored, refusing to let that faze me. And then, we slowly grew closer and closer. First, it was just small things. Teaming up to play amateur pranks on the teachers. Visiting each other… Eventually, as we matured, we both started to realize that we wanted more than just a platonic relationship. And so it progressed even further. Leaving small presents for each other. Our first kiss. Peter leaning in, as he gently cupped my chin, lifting my head up to meet his gaze. His startling gray eyes lighting up, as I threw my arms around his long neck. Feeling his strong arms around me, feeling free, like a bird. The memory changes, and switches to our first date. I remember it as if it happened just yesterday. It was on the coastline, the sun lighting up the clear blue sky. No tables or chairs or anything fancy, but a dozen of my favorite books laying on the soft sand. I remember laughing softly, as the familiar sturdy hands wrapped around my waist. The moan that escaped his mouth, when I gently crushed my mouth upon his, the way his hands raked through my hair, untangling the braids. The tingling sensation in my stomach, when he held my hands and told me he loved me. And so, the memories continue.

When I'm finally jolted back to reality, I realize how much I long to experience these things again. He was my partner in crime, the person I could talk about anything. He shared my love for books and music, my personalities and traits and hobbies. He was the one person that I could fully understand, and vice versa. As the feeling of nostalgia and wistfulness settles over me, I try to hold on to the memories. I realize that I can't move on, no matter how hard I try to forget. So instead of mourning the loss, I cherish the remembrance, and appreciate the times we spent together.

It was the first time Pear had been outside, in a long while, and the sun didn’t seem to be welcoming them. The air was hot and in a horrible spot between damp and dry that maximized its weight yet still felt like sandpaper in your throat. People passed around them, and even when the werewolf stopped, they weren’t noticed. Not in any real way.
They didn’t like stopping. If they waited too long someone would see the hair too thick on their back and arms, their claws too sharp to be nails, their eyes too wild to be human. They needed their food, though, so eventually they ducked their way into one of the more filled markets.
Fruit aisle. Frozen aisle. Dessert aisle. Dairy aisle. Grain aisle. Milk at the back. Wine to the left. There probably weren’t many other stores sorted like it outside of Revetvilla, but Pear was not outside of Revetvilla.
Hazza. Perhaps a few bundles. Microwave ravioli. Mule bits. Chocolate-covered almonds. Whole-grain bread. Four gallons of milk, three for drinking, the fourth for goat cheese. Wine? Wine. Taldeneces. No self-checkout. Horrible. They tried to keep their eyes covered by their hair and their hands in their pockets. Hopefully the grey streaks wouldn’t be too noticeable. They stole glances at their cashier, trying to remember their name. Being courteous is nice, people are courteous.

“Would you like a bag?”
“I’ve got my own.” Their voice shivered on the vowels. Pear growled at themself quietly, staring at the cashier’s hands as Sun checked the few items. Dark brown freckles against warm sepia skin, worn by time and fear the same as them. A shapeshifter. Somehow.
Pear looked up at their face, and they waved. Curly, black hair down to their chin. Contrasting snatches of pale skin. Mismatched eyes, one pearlescent, corrupted, without any way to see. The other was dark like a warm winter night, tending the family hearth’s coals while the adults cheered, passing around the hard version of the kids’ mulyet cider.
“Would you like to sign up for the Dinn-Wixie rewards cards system?”
“No thank you.”
“Then have a good day!”
“Pear. You too, Sun.”
This happened every month, accelerating into weeks. Same cashier, same conversations, different groceries and tones. Freckles that shifted with the sun, straight black hair that grew with the moon.
“Would you like a bag?”
“I’ve got my own.”
“Dinn-Wixie reward card system?” Over time, their serving-customer voice had fallen away to something more joking, as if to say, “Company policy, sorry about the repetition.”
“No.” Pear smiled, only the smallest flash of teeth sneaking through. “Would you like to get ice cream with me?”
Sun stared at the werewolf for a bit, dark eye into dark eyes, both glinting with amusement. “Maybe later. At some point during the month.”
Not the full moon, they wanted to say, but each knew the other knew.
“Have a nice day.”
“You too.”

Wait what do we do just read it bc I just read it…… soooooooooo