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"I wouldn't have pegged him for that type of man." my voice echoed softly, while someone else spoke up, amused. "you haven't pegged me at all, actually." His words made me blush softly. I was too tired to be extremely flustered, but I still had enough energy to process the meaning behind it. "oh...hello. I'm glad to see you're home." (Yes, I know men don't peg each other. They'll make it work.) ___________________________________ Read the book to get more content like this, I'm much too lazy to write a description. Besides, the master will be mad if I spend too much time on this, instead of developing plot. 🫠 Back to the basement for me, darlings. See you soon! 💋

hate at the same time love... ❤️

I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.

if you could define life by color, life before Him was kinda pale. the days were pretty and pink, but there was no warmth to give it vibrancy or nothing. every day was basically the same and exhaustingly boring. His arrival brought not only new colors and vibrancy, but meaning to the ones i'd already known. i loved it, the months where things were good between us felt like he showed me a new way of life that was totally different from everything. he left, snatching the color back from me. i don't know how i'll find anything like that ever again, so i suppose i'll try suppressing the memories. even if it means i fade to gray.

!!ATTENTION, THIS AU WAS CREATED BY ME!! There may also be errors in the text or punctuation, please do not judge strictly, this is my first project:') Disclaimer: Swearing, blood, organs, corpses, unpleasant sensations and scenes, OC+Canon (Tunner+Landi)

Sylvie, 16, sees colours, where other people only hear words or feel emotions. She knows she has to keep this a secret - as people disappear to institutions if they get sick in the mind. *** Sylvie likes to dress in Lolita outfits and dreams of becoming an architect. She doesn't understand why she has to get married. It's a government efficiency - have children younger, work harder, longer. She wants to find love on her own terms. Her parents force her into an arranged marriage with Alistair - he's a town planner, an obsessive gamer and has weird tendencies. On her honeymoon, she meets the love of her life, Jarvis ... Now she has to find a way to be with him ... *Originally published on �������� in 2014. A major rewrite in 2020-21.

I will compile first and edit the copies that I found in my Facebook page.

"... I can't tell you." "Why not?" "You'd laugh if I told you." "I would not." Ryan has had synesthesia his whole life. He's now 16 and he's certain nobody can love him. Until a boy who's words are burgundy comes along and changes everything.

Small lil one shots. Read the tags or not, ur choice thugs.

❝The color of peony pink courses through these fragile hands. Now can you tell me my dear, have we reached the golden land?❞ In which two teen best friends are unstable messes, but do their best to try and get through it together. That is, if they stay alive long enough. ⚘⚘⚘ Mental illnesses shouldn't be romanticized. They aren't fun. This shows that even when you have someone, you're problems aren't magically fixed. Just like in real life. **There are mentions of physical abuse, depression, self harm, and suicide. Please stay safe.