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XD I love him so much

Same + dress with pockets sounds cool I need one

someone, flirting: that dress looks pretty cute on you 😏😏

Me: THANKS IT HAS POCKETS

Hey so what if we called it flirtumblr instead of tumblr because of all these smooth as hell people I keep seeing in the Pinterest posts? Cuz I want to find those smooth people to flirt with me cuz I’ve never been flirted with before.

I can be that snuggle buddy~💕

[The pillow flirt]

hi pretty ! welcome to my blog < 3

꒰ঌ໒꒱ | i am a minor so if you are a creepy ass grown man/woman? dni. don't send me p*rn or sexual texts . . .

꒰ঌ໒꒱ | name? i have many names, lol. just call me leo or arria . . .

꒰ঌ໒꒱ | asks and dms always open ! . . .

꒰ঌ໒꒱ | obsessed with poetry, literature, mythology, + history . . .

꒰ঌ໒꒱ | i can get a little intense so let me know if i offend u or come off too strong < 3 . . .

꒰ঌ໒꒱ | a girls girl who loves to make flirting and pet names her personality, a big reader, and totally insane ! . . .

nice to meet you ! stay a while ?

You know, I went from me knowing I was joke flirting with my male friend to have no fucking if I am now genuinely flirting with him.

I dont know if I'm bisexual or not but lord almighty I am afraid of my own thoughts.

I should go speak to a counselor about this problem.

-_- flirting is so hard tbh. like darling i’m TRYING to rizz you up here.

on another note though i have the vocabulary of an british gentlemen having his brain being slowly wiped with a damp cloth by gen z.

Closer

Next stop?

I do!

Droggelbecher! Droggelbecher! Droggelbecher! 

"Droggelbecher!" is a nonsensical word used in the point-and-click game "Deponia" (hence the cap Frisk is wearing) where you can replay the whole game and every single character says "Droggelbecher!" instead of their usual text. Wanna hear that? This one is from a Lets Play from Gronkh: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6V3eES… (be warned, it's pretty Droggelbecher! You should perhaps play or watch the game with its usual text instead xD )

* Other small comics of me:

- Another way to compliment Froggit -

- Grab my phone meme -

- Alphys’ great phone gun -

- Phone vs. Omega Flowey -

- Your brother is an only child -

- Classic Sans vs. Underfell Sans -

- Ink and Error with a pocky -

- Error discovers Ink’s “soul” -

- Kitten versions of Ink, Error and Paperjam -

- Flowey vs. the statue in waterfall: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -

- Underfell Shorts: Ruins - Snowdin - Bonus hidden behind - Waterfall -

Day Out - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N So this veers from what I usually write. I don’t really know if there’s a plot to this, but anyway, please just enjoy the story. Thanks.

It was Adam’s idea, of course it was; YOU would never agree to hiking. You lumbered down the hill miserably, heat beating you into the pavement, and hot winds blowing into your face. You screwed your eyes shut, trying to block them from dust, but it was no use; you were crying already from the humid air. Adam was somehow ahead of you, leading you to your destination. You wondered how he braved the heat so well. For you, this situation couldn’t have been more torturous.

You couldn’t help wishing you’d been a little more adamant with Adam about taking the car. Your back was sweaty, and your legs were sore! Come on, this wasn’t fair! Even if your boyfriend DID trek around the city for a living, that DIDN’T mean YOU were any good at it. You gazed after Adam, and stopped completely. Bending over, you took in deep breaths, trying to steady your heartbeat. It didn’t work, of course, and when you looked back up, Adam was still marching ever onward.

How far was this place? You’d thought it was pretty close, but… now you weren’t so sure. Adam seemed to know EXACTLY where he was going.

Jesus Christ, You thought lamely. When will it end?

Your legs felt like they were burning. Was that normal? No, probably not.

Adam looked back at you, suddenly realizing that his companion was missing from his side. He raised an amused eyebrow at you, and waited. Once you were within earshot, he said, “Come on, slowpoke. Don’t you want a nice refreshing smoothie after this?”

You stared bleakly at him. “No,” you muttered in spite of him. The truth was, you did want the smoothie, and… walking all the way there was actually… a good idea…

But there was no way in hell you would ever, ever, ever, let Adam catch wind of that. Adam put an arm around your shoulder, trying to shield you from the sun. You enjoyed his presence, and being so close to him made you feel light and happy. “Fine,” you mumbled grumpily. “I can live with this…”

But ONLY because it’s for you, you added to yourself.

As you rounded the corner you finally saw the shop. You made a beeline for it. Even though ditching Adam wasn’t really your favorite thing to do, you were desperate to get out of the hot weather! Adam watched from behind, as you flung the door open and collapsed into a nearby chair.

The cool air hit your skin and relieved you of your supposedly dying molecules! You leaned your head over the headrest, and observed the restaurant from upside down. Adam came in, a smug look on his face, and shrugging off his flannel. An elderly couple followed more slowly, while ordering at the register was a young mother of four. The kids all seemed to be quadruplets, and they were running around hectically, while their poor mother tried to order a smoothie.

You had absentmindedly taken a booth-seat in your attempt to get out of the hot temperature. Now it proved useful, because Adam wanted to sit next to you. He chucked the flannel over your face, which made you squeal, and during your momentary shock he pushed you to the window.

You ripped the flannel from your face, and hurled it back at him, suddenly realizing that Adam had moved you, and now was sitting at your side. Adam’s flannel had been launched too far due to this, and it sailed over your boyfriend’s head and onto the black checkered floor, only for it to go skidding across the whole floor, before it finally came to stop by the farthest window.

Horror pulsed through you. Embarrassedly, you met eyes with Adam, but Adam had a smile on his lips. “Don’t worry,” he said dismissively. “I had to wash it, anyway.” He stood up and went to retrieve his flannel shirt.

Though Adam told you not to worry, you still felt the effect of your past actions like a strange sense of deja vu: it was there, lingering, and it would haunt you for the rest of the day.

Faulkner rejoined you at the table, seemingly unfazed by your carelessness, and handed you a smoothie menu. “Want something?”

You stared at the options for a long time before noticing your favorite flavor on the menu. You were disappointed to see it listed near the bottom. You thought that a drink so good as this one, obviously deserved to be placed higher on the list. But alas, this was not the case.

You pointed it out to Adam, almost self-consciously. “This one’s really good, you know…” Your voice came out quietly, like you were afraid of what Adam might think. But you should have known, he was YOUR boyfriend after all.

Adam only nodded, smiling at you in contentment. He never once looked to see what you had chosen, in fact he hadn’t even checked the menu at all. Confused, you assumed that either he already knew what you were getting, or he wanted to be surprised by it. And, from past traumatic events, you doubted it was the latter.

“You’re so pretty,” Adam murmured abruptly. There was no reason for this comment, in fact it was entirely off topic. But now that you realized it, he was staring at you and had been for the last five minutes.

“Oh…” Your cheeks flushed pink. “Um, thank you. So are you.”

Your attempt to return the kind favor only resulted in embarrassing yourself. Adam laughed, “No, I don’t think ‘pretty’ is the right word for me, baby.” There was a hint of mockery in his tone. “More like, ‘handsome’ or ‘fine’, maybe.”

“What about ‘hot’?” You blurted a little too loudly. A couple of people looked in your direction, and you squished yourself closer to Adam.

I seem to be screwing everything up today… You realized to your horror. How do I fix it? Wait, no! Don’t try to fix it, that will make it worse! Just roll with it… How the fuck do I do that?

Your order was called out, and you scrambled over Adam quickly. You headed for the barista, who smiled at you. You took it before you could have an awkward conversation, and then went right back to the table. When you arrived, Adam had moved across from you.

There was something definitely going on inside that mind of his right now, but… You couldn’t read it at all. He was leaving you completely in the dark, and you felt lost. “Hi,” you greeted. “What’s up with you?”

“My head,” Adam replied jokingly. “As with you.” You stared at him, sensing the joke but… not quite grasping it. Adam seemed to get your loss, and laughed. “Because it’s up… in the air… Never mind. It was a bad joke anyway. How’s the smoothie?”

You lifted the straw to your mouth. The drink was cold and refreshing, certainly something you needed for this dreadfully hot day. Sitting down in the booth, you place the drink on the table, which Adam seemed intrigued by. He added another straw into the top of the smoothie, and smiled at you. You realized then what he had in mind, and you liked it. “So, that’s what this mysterious behavior is all about,” you murmured.

Adam shrugged. “Took you long enough. I could have sworn I discussed it with you over dinner last night.”

You rolled your eyes. “Now did you?” You wondered aloud, but weren’t expecting an answer, Adam knew this too. You both stretched over the table to take a drink from the smoothie. Your noses were nearly touching the other’s, and your heartbeat fluttered a little at this. When he pulled away, it was with satisfaction. “Mm. That tastes really good.”

“That’s why I ordered it,” you said sassily.

Adam didn’t miss a beat. In an instant, the scandalous words had left his mouth. Muttered, so that no one else could hear them, but loud enough that you could feel them crawling on your skin. “But still not as good as you, baby.”

Taken aback and a little bit flustered, you drifted away from the drink, your heart rate increasing. “I… I don’t know what to say to that… Thanks?”

Adam’s eyes flicked down your body - or at least what wasn’t underneath the table. “Works for me.”

You took another sip of your smoothie cautiously, and after thoroughly checking you out, Adam joined you in doing so. Your lips were so close, you might as well have been kissing each other, only… you weren’t. Adam seemed to be disappointed by this aspect.

You continued to drink the smoothie in this fashion until only some of it was left. This caused a ‘you-no-you’ argument in which Adam - of course - won, and you ended up taking the last of it.

You leaned back into the booth, realizing now how late it was. The two of you had spent the better part of four hours in the shop. Neither of you regretted this, however, it was now five’o’clock, and you were getting tired. Now, you would have been hungry as well, but… the smoothie had just about filled you up. You stood up and stretched, well aware of Adam’s gaze on you.

You looked at him. “You want something, don’t you?”

“All I want is you,” Adam answered.

You smiled at Adam’s cheesy pickup line, but you went with it. “Okay,” you remarked sarcastically, putting all your wit and intelligence into your voice. “Lovesick lark. Get up.”

Adam did as he was told, and then scooped you up into his arms so that you were riding bridal-style. You shoved Adam away, but couldn’t get loose, and you realized that you were stuck here forever - which, come to think of it, wasn’t the worst thing ever.

“What are you doing!?” You squealed.

“I’m taking you home.”

“Oh fuck,” you grunted. If you were seen like THIS, that would be so awkward! It already was and you were only in the smoothie shop. “No,” you disagreed firmly. “Put me down. Can we take a cab?” Adam studied you for a moment then relented, but not before kissing you on the forehead.

He gave you a knowing look. “A cab, you say? Mmm, that can work out just fine.”

Disturbed, you questioned him. “What does that mean?” But Adam didn’t respond.

Finding a cab was not hard, though trying to get one to pull over was a different story. At least six drivers went past you, however you did notice that two of them had people in them, so… those ones didn’t really count. It was the seventh one that stopped and decided to take you home, much to your delight.

Adam couldn’t stop himself from commenting, “If you’d just let us walk, we would’ve been home by now.”

You glared at him. “You didn’t stop me,” you scoffed.

Adam leaned over you. “No. The driver has to make a stop on the way back… I definitely don’t mind spending this time with you.” There was a glint in his eyes.

“You’re up to something,” you said suspiciously.

Adam tilted his head to the side. “Perhaps. But all I want to do is kiss you.”

“You want to do more than that,” you guessed. By the look in Adam’s eyes, there was definitely more to it.

“Not necessarily,” Adam spoke faintly, just barely loud enough to hear, and you got the sense that was the intention.

Before you could reply though Adam’s lips were on yours in only a short matter of seconds, ending the conversation abruptly. During the intense make-out session happening in the back, the driver did as he was told. Adam had given him directions home - the long way.

Take My Breath Away - Adam Stanheight / Reader

Magic, it was like magic. Like water rolling down the fall, splashing elegantly into the pond. Like stars spinning round and round the solar system. It was crazy, so crazy; super duper awe-inspiring, eye opening, enchanting. You crept up the stairs at twelve AM. You’d gotten inside with the spare key. You maneuvered around some creaky floorboards. Adrenaline spikes were a common occurrence for this endeavor, but the end result was always worth it. You gripped the stair railing tightly, trying not to reveal yourself. You’d be dead, if your friends found you’d been going back. But as previously stated, it was worth it. 

You climbed the stairs carefully, not making a peep. One year of doing this had gotten you good at knowing where all the broken floorboards were, and where to put your feet. It was easy at this point! 

Moonlight fell onto the floor above the stairs, keeping you motivated to continue. You loved the white moon. It was like a bright, circle light against the dark, night sky. It was beautiful, so beautiful; light through a diamond, or petals from a rose. Magnificent. 

Gracefully, smoothly, feet ascended onto the patch of moonlight, cold and bare against the wooden floor. Eyes gazed out into the darkness, wide and searching, barely even blinking, scared to lose the sight ahead. Hesitantly, you leaned out of your protective circle, torso leading then feet following. Straightening your back, you proceeded down the short way, treading lightly over the brittle, splintery, wood. 

At the door, you reached for the doorknob. You grazed it with your knuckles first, just to make sure it was the right one. You felt the cold, rigid, handle bump up and down your knuckles with every indent. The familiar scratches made you feel welcome. You smiled and turned it slowly, feeling it click and slide beneath your fingers. And then you pulled the door open.

The darkness was scared away suddenly, as the golden lights sprang into action on its wooden home and territory. You stood there gasping breathily, all hung up in the moment, capturing the beauty of the light as it forced the darkness away from you, and illuminated the entire room. You could feel the magic this time, physically flowing around you. You spread your arms out and embraced it, like you would with any art, or creativity. Finally, you were home, nowhere else felt as good as being here. 

          Slowly, savoringly, you stepped inside, saving as much time as possible. This moment right here was just so… sweet. Refreshing. You loved it because it was only the beginning. You had all the night to stay here, and worry about nothing. All the night before you had to return. That was what you loved.

By now the light was not so hard on your eyes. You could see the couch and the coffee table, the kitchen sink and the kitchen table. You allowed yourself inside, among the clutter. You brought the door to a close as you went, locking the lights back in their cage and putting a stop to its torment outside. You were confronted with the musky smell of dust and cigarette smoke, and the raw smell of Photographic Fixer. You were glad to be inside now, it was thundering outside and raining hard. Sometimes the sky would light up with lightning. 

You relaxed on the living room couch, making yourself right at home without any question, concern, second thoughts, or even going to look for the resident first. You plunked yourself down right away, leaned back, closed your eyes, and let the rain soothe you. You didn’t fall asleep of course. 

You weren’t exhausted, just a little strung out. Running from there to here always stressed you out a little bit. You didn’t want your roommates to find out what you’d been doing. But once you got into the apartment, you were safe and sound. No one could hurt you, or scream at you, or get at you. Nothing. All there was, was peace and quiet. You let out a heavy sigh, and enjoyed how the sour second-hand smoke stung the back of your throat. It was silent for a long, long time; just what you needed.

And then the resident came out to greet you; he was very excited to see you. “Y/N!” He exclaimed, sitting down beside, a wide smile on his face and his camera hanging around his neck. He smelled strongly of cigarettes and chemicals. You felt delighted to see him at last! “How are you? I’m so sorry I kept you waiting, you snuck right in, didn’t you?”

You giggled and leaned into him, blushing a little bit. “Mmmhmmm,” you admitted. “I needed some ‘me’ time, honestly. I enjoyed the solitude for a while.”

“Well, anyway. How ARE you, really? Everything going alright back at home?”

“Yes, Adam,” you shoved him gently. “They don’t suspect a thing. But I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep this under wraps. You know, I’ll be starting the night shift soon.” 

“Really!?” Adam pounced on you. “That’s great news!”

“Yeah…” You glanced at the floor.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I mean… I guess, yes. But then I won’t be able to spend these nights with you anymore. You do realize that, don’t you? I already can’t see you in the daytime. How will I ever see you now?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. You don’t have to worry about working the night shift right now, so let’s not.”

You smiled halfheartedly, and then looked up at him. You  were laying on the couch in such a way that your body and legs were stretched out behind you, and your head was resting on Adam’s chest. You were on your stomach looking up at him, completely and utterly lovesick. Adam, as usual, was wearing his white tee, his flannel was actually tied around his waist, and he was gazing back down at you with affection. 

“I missed you,” you sighed. 

“Yeah?” Adam asked you softly. 

You nodded. “Yeah… I was thinking about you  all day.”

“You saw me last night,” Adam pointed out casually. 

“So?” You shrugged. “I still missed you.”

Adam chuckled. “Don’t worry, honey, it would have been stupid of me to pretend that I didn’t miss you either.”

You snuggled closer. Adam wrapped his arms around your back. You were happy, and your chest felt like it was about to explode from happiness. Your mind was all fuzzy and foggy as you pressed against him. Your deep, slow, breaths weren’t enough to discourage the dizziness; you felt breathless.

“Adam…” You whispered. 

“Y/N…” Adam whispered back.

“I love you,” you told him. You could hear his heartbeat through his chest. 

“I love you, too, baby.” Adam’s voice was soothing and affectionate. It made you woozy. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re so important.”

“I’d better be.” Adam smoothed out your hair with a hand. He lifted up your head with his other hand, and examined your rosey cheeks. You could feel your stomach stirr with unease, but something about it was consuming. It was silent in the room, each of you simply taking in the other’s presence. Both of you were fixated on what was in front of you. 

Adam cast a glance down, towards your trembling and tempting lips. Your cheeks flushed brighter, becoming one with the outside atmosphere; warm and intense. His eyes traveled past your lips and towards your neck and chest, checking out all the perfect places to fondle you. And then, he brought his gaze back to your lips, leaving you with an utmost feeling of lust. It was then that he finally kissed you, bringing you to what you wanted, to what you had come for. It was breathtaking. 

In a panicked rush of chaos, thoughts started to run through your mind, confusing you but most importantly discouraging you. Adam’s way with romance was too overpowering, and sometimes you didn’t know how to keep up. His fast moving lips, and the firm pressure of his mouth made your head swim. You feared that you’d mess up the moment. 

But quickly, Adam progressed. He added in a stronger flavor, tearing into your mouth aggressively. You had gotten used to the smokey taste of cigarettes, in fact it was so unique you needed it, in order for it to be normal.    

This feeling, it was like stars burning all over your skin, grabbing you, shaking you, introducing you to things you’d never met before. Oh, it was grandiose! And you clung onto it like there was no tomorrow. Like you’d die if you didn’t continue! Confidence was a rare thing to you, but it always came out when you hung around Adam. You felt special.

You felt a slight zing on your sensitive lips as Faulkner initiated the ending protocol, gently backing away from your overly-delicate kisser. You maneuvered so as to allow him to sit up. He did very carefully, and then watched you peacefully. You and him looked longingly into each other’s eyes passionately, loving every moment. Your breath was completely gone, wisped away into the approaching sunrise, waiting for a new arrival, waiting for its turn on earth once again but still a long way from returning. You inhaled slowly.

“I don’t know how to tell my friends that we got back together,” you said somberly.

Adam rubbed your back reassuringly. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll tell them when the time is right. They don’t have to know everything about you.”

You put your forehead on his chest, and once again felt the air leave your body. 

Damn it! Adam knows exactly how to make me feel better! I can’t believe I almost lost him to Jigsaw! My friends don’t understand what good he is.

Adam pushed down on your tense shoulders. “Shh, relax. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Adam’s words warmed you up inside, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain. Adam was still recovering, and your friends were worried he would lash out, but you knew better than they did. He wouldn’t DO that. And especially not to you. You didn’t want to offend Stanheight by telling him the truth, so you didn’t say anything at all. 

But Adam wasn’t easily deceived. “Y/N,” he murmured directly into your ear. “Is it about your roommates?”

Hit right on the nail. You flinched and nodded. 

Adam sighed empathetically. “Listen, they care about you. They just want what’s best for their friend. I understand they don’t trust me yet, but I couldn’t have made it this far without you. You’re the best thing that happened to me.” He kissed you on the top of the head.

You gazed down at his lap, hearing the rhythmic thump of Adam’s beating heart. You smiled. “Alright.”

“Hmm?” Adam cupped a cheek with one hand.

You smiled shyly to yourself. “I said ‘alright’.”

“Good. That’s good. I’m glad you’re feeling better.” His thumb trailed down your cheek. “My perfect little prince/princess. I love you so much. Do you know that?”

Adam’s constant stream of sweet-nothings was getting you lightheaded. You hugged your boyfriend closer. “Yes,” you answered automatically.

“Really?” Adam asked. He was really driving the point home.

“Yeah, I do,” you assured him. 

Adam ruffled your hair. “Mr./Mrs. beautiful.”

You grinned up at him, breathless. Happiness pulsed through you. You would never get used to this. THIS was everything that kept you going. ADAM. 

“You’re too nice to me,” you whispered.

“No,” Adam shrugged. “Just telling the truth.” 

You laughed sweetly, and then leaned over him for the TV remote. “You up for a movie?”

Adam sat back and let you switch on the TV. “Sure. We should watch a romance.”

“Why specifically romance?”

“Or comedy. Whichever.”

You clasped your hand in Adam’s hand, and then flipped through the romcoms. “Why romance?” You asked again.

“Dunno,” Adam said casually. “Guess it was just instinctual. Why? Is there something else you’d like to watch?”

“No. This is fine.” 

You were tired from a long day at work, but staying up with the love of your life was totally worth it, even if it meant sacrificing sleep for him. You’d do anything for this man, anything. It was rough being away from him for so long, though. This feeling, it was only there when you were around him. The feeling of ecstasy, squeezing you so tight you had trouble breathing. This man… he took your breath away. Perhaps even quite literally. 

No matter what he did, it was ever so magical.

I just followed back my friend on Pinterest and I said something flirty through the Pinterest messaging system, but now that I'm thinking about it, I have no way of knowing if that is the friend I'm thinking of, or if I just flirted with a random stranger who wanted to friend me on Pinterest and has a few of the same fandoms as my friend. Who did I just flirt with.

Her - Oh! Do you need something ?

Him - All I need is you baby heart.

Hello Everyone

So my phone is playing up and I'm anxious to release the Jacob black chapter so to make sure it's safe, I'm posting something that has nothing to do with twilight and thought cute to post cause why not, I'm pretty gay and happy so ya know.

Thought it would be nice and of course it is a small little distraction that came to mind so please thoughts would be lovely anyway.

Hope you're all having a lovely day/night and coping with the world.

The idea for this came from this little saying on Pintrest

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I open the door as red and blue lights shine through the windows. My eyes captured by emerald green with fire ginger curls held back in a bun, "Mrs Lovell?" I smile widely, opening the door wider to reveal my gown of black, pink frills and satin, falling to my feet.

"Sadly yes" I murmur when seeing her delectable lips, she bites at them. "I'm sorry to say your husband has been murdered" I smile meeting my eyes with her own, they widen when seeing me. "Oh darling, that's the best news I've heard since his heart attack" I take a step forward, my heels click on the stone.

"lucky me that it brought such a beautiful looking woman to my door" I purr and her eyes widen before she blushes and looks down, coughing into her fist. "May I come in, ma'am?" I smile "I want nothing more" I purr.

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I sit down on my lounge and look to her. "Make yourself comfortable," I say, smiling softly. She nods sitting down "I'm detective Anderson-" "first name?" I ask, she looks into my eyes again. "Amber" I smile wide, my red lips portraying perfection and white teeth reflecting poise.

"Well Amber, I have been here all night packing," I say, her eyebrows furrow. "Packing?" I nod "before my husband went wherever he usually goes, he was here arguing with me." She interlocks her fingers and leans forward, I raise a brow at the midnight shade of blue polish she wore.

"What was your argument about?" She asked I lean my head on my soft knuckles as I observe her. "We argue all the time, it's an arranged marriage you see, I was pretty and my family wanted me off, he was rich and needed to look for a bride" she nods "I wanted a divorce," I tell her, she nods. "I'm gay you see and like the rest of my family, he wouldn't accept it" her eyes look to me with sadness.

"I didn't want money, I had enough I wanted out he wouldn't allow it, saying he would be a laughing stock" she nods, I roll my eyes. "Like every argument, he stormed away from the house in anger and left, he comes back in the morning at six to get changed and go to work, then he comes home I bring it up and we argue until it repeats, he usually sleeps at Williams, his best friends" she nods.

"What time did he leave?" She asked I look at the grandfather clock across the sitting area. "He came home at six he was in his office for ten minutes before the maid brought him down to dinner we ate and then I brought it up and he stormed out twenty minutes later so roughly six-fifty" she nods.

I watch her wrist write the words elegantly, her lower lip sucked into her mouth. "You're very beautiful and graceful, detective Amber Anderson" she stops writing to look up at me. "Thank you ma'am" she murmured looking back down. "Do I get to see you at the station?" I ask, she looks up with a soft smile.

"No," she said, disappointment swells inside me. "I should be leaving" I nod and stand walking out of the room and down the hall before back to the front door, I open it and move aside.

"Do come over anytime detective?" I say, she smiles her cheeks turning red. "Thank you for your full co-operation with the LAPD" I nod. She hands me a card "please call me if there is anything else you would see as useful to us" I nod, memorised by her eyes.

"Of course, detective Amber Anderson" she blushes and walks out the door and down the steps to her car. I wave softly before closing the door and looking down at the card, my lips lifting when seeing her personal number with 'call me" scribbled beside it.

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It's small and perfect and here are the characters

Thoughts on this would be lovely

Thanks

Your writer Bethany

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Phone anxiety: the fic Don't worry she gets over it. As much as the game likes to forget sidequest NPCs exist I HC that Leofard and Kaida have a personal linkshell for the time between HW and 6.2. It was SUPPOSED to be a Redbills linkshell. Supposed to be.

Literally my flirting ability

Nerve (2016)