she watches in the mirror as he clasps the necklace around her neck and then presses a kiss to her skin, smiling at the sweet gesture. ❝ that was very sweet, my love. ❞ she says, turning to face him once he has the necklace clasped into place around her neck. ❝ this is gorgeous. i'm never going to take it off. ❞ she tells him, toying with the little heart pendant now dangling against her chest. she wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him in for another kiss, lips molding against his like they've always belonged there.
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❝ calm down, grouchasaurus-rex. ❞ she says, hands raised in mock surrender. ❝ they're all yellow because i don't like yellow. ❞ sly smile spreads on her face as she leans back against her bed and slowly unwraps a pink starburst, popping it in her mouth with a satisfied grin. sometimes it was fun messing with her sister.
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while you might think that the daughter of one of gotham's most notorious criminals would be reading horror or thrillers, or maybe even true crime, that's not the case for duela. she doesn't often find the time to read, but when you do find her with a book in hand, she's got the most raunchy romance she could get her hands on, typically something historical in nature, and she's not shy about letting you know exactly what she's reading. guilty pleasure? not here. not her.
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❝ i don't want to give you the impression that i care, but someone said i should probably ask you if you're okay. ❞ wednesday says, coming up to noa in the hallway. she's still not sure why anyone would want to be okay when they could be downright devastated, but she was tired of trying to understand the normies.
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@cultstay said: ❛ holy shit, your hands are freezing! ❜
❝ huh? ❞ she looks down at her hands. they're a little pink, whether that's from being cold or from the falls she's taken today, she doesn't really know. ❝ oh, yeah. i've fallen a few times today. i'm working on a new jump. from what i've heard, nobody has a quad, so i'm going for it. if i can land one, i'll be a shoo-in for gold. ❞ she says, shrugging her shoulders. she hadn't worn gloves today, so her hands were wet and a little frosty from the snowy ice shavings on the ground. she wiped them on her tights to see if they'd warm up a little, but had no luck.
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she still wasn't sure why they hadn't just flown to los angeles for this competition, but there was no changing their plans now. she had been settled into the very back seat of the van when she realized that there was only one seat left open, and only one person left to get in. maybe that was her own fault for being so cold toward everyone else, or for insisting years ago that she sit by ricky. when he'd climbed in next to her, she'd sighed dramatically and put on a show like she was annoyed to have him so close. and yet, almost as soon as they'd hit the interstate, she'd started to get sleepy. it was almost like she'd conditioned herself into falling asleep in the backseat, but when she woke up two hours later, she wasn't in the same position she'd fallen asleep in. whereas she had been sitting up straight with her head leaned back, at some point while she was sleeping, she'd leaned over, into ricky, and when she woke up, her head was on his shoulder. ❝ morning... ❞ she says, stifling a yawn as she blinks away the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. ❝ sorry about that. ❞ she straightens up, but their shoulders are still touching, and it feels like she's on fire where their bodies touch.
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she can't help it. she's emotional and it has to come out. either that's right now, when he's so close, or it's in a few hours, after she sneaks out of his place and leaves. ❝ don't tell me not to feel what i'm feeling, ricky. ❞ she says, but it's less of a snap and more of a whine. if she weren't wearing the heels she had on, she might have stomped her foot in frustration. ❝ can we go home now? please? ❞ she asks, putting up the hood of the hoodie that she had on... one that she had, incidentally, stolen from him.
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❝ i couldn't do it. i couldn't be away from you like this. it's our senior year, we should do this together. we should be together for this, not a thousand miles apart. i love you too much to not see it to the end with you. ❞ she says, speaking quickly as the words all rush and tumble to get out. as soon as he'd opened his front door, she'd started speaking — rambling, really. it had been hard not to throw herself into his arms, but she wanted her cute little confessional moment where she told him how much she needed to do this with him. she didn't care about the musical or the recording contract the label wanted her to sign. she cared about ricky. they'd been together for so long, they needed a proper goodbye to east high.
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ricky bowen.
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@melodyplucked: ♞: Caring for each other while ill
nini could barely hold her head up. she'd woken up in her own bed, head pounding, and dizzier than she'd ever been before. she hadn't been able to sit up without the entire world starting to spin. it had taken a lot of effort just to text ricky and ask him to come over. they were supposed to be at practice this morning, but she'd been struck down by something, and she wasn't sure what. she was hoping it was just a twenty-four hour thing. ❝ thanks for bringing me soup. ❞ she says, her voice barely above a whisper. ❝ you should get going, i don't want to get you sick. ❞ she says, but the pout on her face makes it pretty clear that she wants nothing more than for him to stay.
she curled her blanket around her a little tighter, eyes drooping closed, and pressed her head against her pillow. the world was still spinning quite a bit and she knew it was going to be hard to get up and walk anywhere she needed to go. even just getting to the soup he'd brought her would present a challenge. they were in a good place now, and she was so thankful for ricky, but she didn't want him to get sick. ❝ i love you. ❞ she whispers, eyes still closed, as she tries to calm the pounding in her head.
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❝ the sky is green, the grass is red, and he meant all those words he said... ❞ voice trails off as she leans against the couch, head tipping back to try and calm the flow of tears running down her face. she didn't love brody, but this still hurt. those sweet words he'd said to her as he tried to convince her to go out with him had dried up barely a month in, and now she was the one being dragged through the mud for moving on. how dare she let the love of her life repair the damage that vile man had done. was she really supposed to stew in the hurt until people thought she was allowed to be over it? she knew her feelings much better than his crazy fangirls.
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she's just... so happy. christmas has always been her favorite holiday season, and last year had been pretty hard. she and ricky had started skating together only a few months after that, so she had still been so angry at everything and everyone then. now, though... they were well on their way to something real, something she thought maybe they could be building to last. cuddling in his arms was a christmas present she was giving to herself, and when she hears his sweet words in her ear, she's not sure if she should respond or not. he probably thinks she's asleep. he's not wrong, though. she talks to him sometimes, too, while he's asleep. tells him she loves him and that maybe one day her heart will heal enough to let him back in... but, it's christmas. she's not going to shy away from this moment. they both deserve this. ❝ yeah... cocky, but you're also correct. ❞ she says, her words barely more than a whisper as her cheek is pressed against his chest.
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❝ oh, no, that's not necessary. ❞ nini says, but her fingers immediately wrap around the fabric of the leather jacket draped over her shoulders. ❝ seriously, i don't want you to be cold. i'd feel even worse if you were cold because of me. ❞
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periods weren't embarrassing. logically, nini knew this. but waking up in a pool of her own blood after hooking up with a hot guy? a bit embarrassing, if she were being honest. ❝ honestly, if you just want to send it out for dry cleaning, i'll pay for it. ❞ she says, taking a deep breath. he'd told her to take a shower, and when she got out, the bed had already been stripped, and ricky was in the laundry room. he'd left her clothes and a couple of tylenol, and she couldn't help but think she'd hit the jackpot. he was too sweet. they barely knew each other, he didn't have to be so understanding, but he was. nini couldn't help but let the little proverbial heart eyes fill her vision as she leans against the doorframe. ❝ seriously, let me do that. or let me send it out. this is too much. ❞
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❝ i know, mi... ❞ she says, sighing softly. she knew already that ricky would be proposing to her. all of this was just them going through the motions. formalities and obligations they had to the show, despite knowing how they both felt. ❝ he and i have... it's special. i never would have imagined i could feel like this. this is all beyond my wildest dreams. ❞ their late nights on the beach and the talks they'd had, nini knew that this was the real thing. she was so excited to be almost done with the show. sure, they'd be keeping to themselves for a few weeks after they went home, but at least they'd be going home together. she couldn't wait for them to be able to start their lives. ❝ you like him, right? i mean... he's incredible. he's the most incredible man i've ever met, but... as my best friend, you like him? you're not getting any bad vibes? ❞
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nini and ricky had spent the entire night together, talking and clinging to each other in her bed. he'd held her while she cried and they started to make their plans. ❝ i know... i really don't want to get in the car. ❞ she says, her face buried against his chest, still clinging to him, this time as they were standing in the driveway. los angeles feels so far away and leaving ricky feels even worse than the worst things she'd ever been through. nothing compared to feeling like she was leaving her heart with him in salt lake city. ❝ i'll be back here for thanksgiving, though. we can make it until then, right? ❞ she asks, pulling back just enough to be able to look up at him. they had, technically, broken up a few days ago, but it was obvious they were never going to be permanently over.
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