oh, well. you know.
There's nothing worse than being hungry and having absolutely no idea what you want to have to eat.
Or, well, I take that back. I might start wanting cupcakes again.
Anyways. Because you love me -
fandom. pairing. 1950s movie.
not about the pink elephants
Serena’s jealous, shut up.
gossip girl. serena. serena/dan.
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Or, well, I take that back. I might start wanting cupcakes again.
Anyways. Because you love me -
fandom. pairing. 1950s movie.
not about the pink elephants
Serena’s jealous, shut up.
gossip girl. serena. serena/dan.
victor, victorla; 1275 words ( Read more... )
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Cupcakes are so good for you, m'love. Doncha ya know?
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Peeling back her coat, he watches her settle across from him; her mouth turns in a light bemusement and he shakes his head.
"You dug a hole, huh?"
She snorts, blushing. "Shut up. Freudian slip."
But he's watching her, watching her and how uneasy she is about the entire thing. It's daunting sometimes. She's still too open, too wide and it stays complicated.
"He didn't say anything."
She's quiet, raising an eyebrow. "I never asked."
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You know what's even better? Those mini-cupcakes. You know, the ones you can 15 of in one sitting!
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I want some. Or pizza.
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one tree hill, brooke/lucas, peter pan =]
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She's got the pace of a curse thrusting out of her mouth, her eyes wide when it's "Lucas Scott, you moron" instead of another blush or two. Her mouth turns and she shakes her head, stepping back, old habits and space. There's click.
"You look tired," he murmurs.
She shrugs, ducking away from the windows and behind him. "Always am," she shoots back, "always am."
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i'm totally making cupcakes right now. apple cinnamon. =D
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She rolls her eyes, tucking her legs away; she's humming, mouth thick with amusement as he passes in front of her. It's been the same thing. Tuesday. Wednesday. He's taking advantage of her flat in the city.
"Of course, you are."
He snorts. "Try again?"
Hermione smirks, shrugging and shifts away completely. She listens to him rant and rage about dating and girls, about not getting dating and girls, and really only wanting a quick shag.
So it's more than just unplanned when she kisses him, a fistful of his shirt pressing against her palm. She weights away from other ideas, nipping at his lip for good measure.
"When you're ready to have dinner, come and get me in the kitchen."
She stands, steps back, and then stops to turn, taking his words about friends and years and things from early.
"Mate."
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I might just have to bake a ton of them. Or something.
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You and your cupcakes, haha. Today? I had a sugar cookie that was decorated to look like a turkey. It was bizarre. But delicious.
Narnia! Peter/Susan! A Streetcar Named Desire!
How are you, champ?
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I'm starvinnggg. How are YOU?
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And in effect, it's like fresh paint across her mouth.
He's watching from the door; she smiles, she blots, she smiles again. It never quite reaches her eyes and he's wondering, slowly, if Susan's stepped too far ahead of them this time. It's a thought that he tips away from, shakes and runs around an eerie sense of perspective.
"You're staring," she murmurs.
He blushes.
Her mouth is cool, calm, and suddenly, she's at his side to press it against his cheek.
Wide-eyes, Peter breathes. "Sorry."
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LOL I just are a lot of pizza. So I am ridiculously full. And really, really tired. I can't wait to go to bed. But I might try to write for awhile. And then sleep. But school is pretty much done until after Thanksgiving! So, I'm happy!
OH YOU. &hearts
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Mmm. Pizza. I like Pizza. Something greasy might be fun. *laughs* I can't wait until break!
<3
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