fruit-stands

georgia gothic

you stop by the side of the road to buy fruit at a stand, watermelon and peaches. “watermelon’s in season,” the old woman says, smiles with far too many teeth. watermelon is always in season. you take a bite of a peach, and the juice stains your mouth red.

the kudzu climbs over the trees, the old cars in your neighbor’s front yard, towards your driveway. it crawls over the statues in your garden and up your brick walls. it crawls over your windows until you can no longer see outside, but you’re not even sure you want to.

you visit saint simons. the sand is almost as white as the residents’ faces when you ask about fishing. “don’t go onto the beach at night,” a lifeguard whispers to you, glancing around to make sure nothing is near. you notice there are no crabs, no birds, only the noise of the waves against the shore.

your grandmother keeps putting food out for the neighborhood’s stray cats. you don’t want to tell her the cats haven’t shown up in a long time. the things eating the food are not cats.

it’s football season. you must choose a side. your street is lined with red and black flags, bulldog statues. you start to notice dark shapes roaming the sidewalks when they think you can’t see them. your mother takes down the black and yellow banner, but it’s too late. there are dogs on the street. too many dogs. you chose wrong.

turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile, your gps says. you have passed four peachtrees in the past seven minutes. they all look the same. you are on peachtree. turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile.

there is a church just over the hill from your house. they are spaced exactly in one and a half mile increments. you have never dared to ask why.

“bless your heart,” an old woman says to your friend as you leave the restaurant. your friend pales, and you immediately move away from her and say goodbye. you know you will not see her again.

in a diner, a tourist asks for unsweet tea. the waitress screams and backs away. the others join in. you turn away, not wanting to see what happens next. not again.

it is thanksgiving, and the men over 25 in your family are going out to the woods to hunt. they cover themselves in camouflage and take their largest guns, and will not answer when you ask what they are hunting.

it’s spring. the pollen starts to appear. it covers the buildings, the cars, the roads. it has been three days since you could last leave your house. outside, the screaming starts. you do not know if the pollen traps you inside or protects you from the thing out there. you do not want to find out.

you’re on the porch alone, a glass of iced tea next to you. the air is still and heavy, and the mosquitos and gnats buzz. at least, that’s what you tell yourself is making that noise. the wind whispers through the trees. you are not alone. you are never alone.

Protection (Chris Evans x FemReader) Fluff

Originally posted by ncoleys

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Boi this is probably the quickest I have ever made a plot lordy

Request:  33, 48 with Chris Evans

33. Just hold my hand

48. I’m never letting go

Warnings: Yo, protective Chris comes with fluff

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Strolling wasn’t uncommon for an New Yorker. Especially both (Y/n) and Chris, walks around town were mandatory.

Even when it was eccentrically hot, as was it today.

Heat bringing jeans lower in (Y/n)’s fancy, she decided on a polite sun dress that she chose because it fit her body type well and she felt settled in it.

Chris went with a cute pair of simple board shorts and a grey t-shirt that had a short v-neckline.

“Look,” (Y/n) cheered softly as the pair passed a fresh fruit stand “These strawberries look like you, Chrispy!”

Chris smiled at the given pet name and turned to look at said berries.

“Oh, and how’s that?” He pondered aloud.

“Sun burnt and shiny with sweat.” the girl laughed.

“Oh ha ha.” Chris mocked and began to walk away “You hurt me in various ways, (L/n).”

“That’s my job, slick.”

She giggled and re-joined Chris on his right side. Her skirt flaring peacefully as she skipped.

It wasn’t long after when (Y/n) started to get uneasy.

“Oh damn, what’s good sexy?”

They both could hear it, and they both knew it was directed towards (Y/n).

“Oooo, nice tits!”

She began to bow her head.

Chris didn’t even give it a second thought before he decided to help. The actor was never around when anyone took the time to attack (Y/n); he kicked himself for that. A thought floated across his mind of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there then and now. He was ultimately appalled.

“Hold my hand.” he whispered to her, kind urgence in his voice. Chris wanted to make this as simple as he could.

“What..?” (Y/n) asked in a solemn tone. She quaintly fixated her gaze on his face.

“Just hold my hand.”

“Alright….” she agreed and tied her hand with his own.

The comments were actually quick to die back. Maybe from the menacing wall upon Chris’s expression; that stayed unknown to the girl.

(Y/n) was really thankful. And honestly, so was Chris.

He had a silent duty where he felt the need to protect (Y/n). He knew in God’s name she was more than capable of being assertive but she was at the same time too kind.

“Chris,” she mumbled and squeezed his fingers in recognition.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I appreciate what you did back there. A lot.” (Y/n) continued “Thank you.”

“Never thank me for doing my part.” Chris smiled.

You grinned back whole heartedly.

“But your hand, Chrispy.” she commented, looking down at their hands still tied soundly.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, (nickname),” Chris laughed “I’m never letting go.”

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(A/n): lmao this is actually pretty shit, wow

Scars || Steve Rogers x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where the only way you can get rid of your scars is if your soulmate kisses them away.]

{summary: you are known as Steve Roger’s shadow, and you only have one purpose in your life, and that is to protect the man from any unknown dangers all while hiding your presence from him. one fateful day, when an assassination attempt goes wrong, leaving you injured in the process, Steve finally sees you for the first time and slowly helps with treating your wounds [[au]]}

yooooooo this is saeran–choi, i just changed my username to my new favorite character, momo sakaki (i also wanted to get a username that only has a single dash in it instead of two for purely //aesthetic// purposes)

I’ll work on updating and fixing my masterlist once my computer is fixed, so i hope you all will forgive me for changing my url!!!

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

dedication tags: @rvnclawss , for being an awesome friend in general.

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!!**

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Sometimes, you absolutely despised how fragile you were as a human being.

You worked for a secret agency who’s main purpose was to act as a personal guard for superheroes. Now, it may seem like having bodyguards for superheroes would be a lost cause, since their duty was to protect the world and save innocent lives with their superpowers. One would like to believe that such heroes would be able to protect themselves, but they didn’t know the half of it.

There’s always some type of danger hidden from their sights, and if the world was to remain safe, then there had to be a group of people that could act as a shield for these superheroes without them knowing about it.

The moment you had completed your training, you were given the name and files pertaining to the hero you were assigned to protect-

And that hero was named Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.

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Begin Again (2) (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1956

Warnings: Angst, fuffly a

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

Sequel to Every Road

credits to the gif owners


You were lost. A couple of days ago you had your life all figured out and now you don’t know what to do. You barely left your bed these days; all you did was cry and eat ice cream. You hated the feeling of uncertainty.

Your boss took pity of your situation and let you work from home for the next couple of weeks. You were grateful because you still didn’t feel ready to face the outside world.  You quickly realized that work from home is boring; you don’t have too much to do besides answering emails and revising files.

You used all this free time too clean your apartment; you threw everything that belonged to your ex away and everything you felt that didn’t belong to you anymore. You felt renewed, your placed started to look like yours again and getting rid of his things made you see you are really better off without him.

Part of you always knew that your relationship was better from the outside than in the inside, you just wish you had realized that by yourself and not because of the universe.

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Destined {Poe Dameron x Reader} Soulmate!AU

Could you do a Poe x reader soulmate au where they can hear each other’s thoughts ? Maybe Poe likes to think really cheesy stuff just to make reader blush?

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this but I’m having mixed feelings about how it turned out so feedback is certainly welcomed on this! I also feel like I may have strayed from the original ask a little but I hope you like it!


Soulmate. That’s what they called it. The voice in your head. You could hear him all the time. Since the age of thirteen he was always a constant presence in your mind. Poe Dameron, that’s what the voice called himself. At first he was so loud and overbearing. The constant chatter of someone else consciousness made it a little hard for the first couple weeks to function properly. After a while you learned to tune him out, turning his presence from a roar to a quiet whisper.

“Your lucky to have a soulmate.” your mother had told you. “Almost everyone does but could you imagine what it feels like for those who don’t? Knowing that there’s no one out there you’re destined to be with?”

Soon you realized he could hear you too. You found yourselves talking to one another regularly and over the years it developed into a close friendship. Poe became your best friend, One that’s with you wherever you go. He knew you better than possibly even yourself, but what could you expect from someone who practically lives in your head.


“You know, I was thinking.” Poe started

“You’re always thinking.” you said picking a fruit off the stand in front of you. The market was always busy at this time of day. People of all sorts of species flocked around you moving from one stand to the next. 

“Did you hear me?” he asked

You turned your attention from the crowd back to the voice in your head. “Sorry, say it again.”

“I was thinking that after all these years you’ve never asked me what I look like.”

It had crossed your mind before but you never bothered to ask. You figured that regardless of what he looked like that wouldn’t change the fact that he’s your soulmate, and with him always in your mind it became easy to forget that the voice was an actual being living an actual life. “You’ve never asked me.” you said throwing his accusation back at him.

You could hear the amusement in his tone “Maybe I want to be surprised.”

“oh you’ll be surprised. I’m actually part lizard.” you teased, glancing around the fruit stand once more before moving off to the vegetable booth.

Poe was silent for a moment but you could faintly hear his train of thought mulling over the possibility of you belonging to a lizard species. “Your Lying.” 

“How do you know that?” You thought, tucking vegetables into your basket. An old woman sat behind the booth counter watching you closely.

“I can feel it.”

You raised your brows. So Poe is a physic now. “Oh yeah, What else can you feel?” 

“If what I’m sensing is accurate,” he began “I would have to say you’re probably the most beautiful girl in the galaxy.”

Warmth spread through your cheeks turning them a shade of pink. You smiled absently down at the food in your hand “Poe Dameron. That is the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” you placed the vegetable in your basket and looked over at the old woman expecting her to charge you for the food. You were shocked to find her already looking at you with a wide smile. She gestured to your blushed face and tapped lightly at the side of her head. She understood what was going on. You smiled back at her “Hes quite the character.” You said handing the credits in her direction. 

“Your embarrassed, why?” Poe asked.

“Some old lady just caught me blushing like an idiot.”

“I made you blush? You must really like me!” he was teasing you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to navigate your way out of the market “Careful, I might change my mind.”

“No you couldn’t possibly. Were destined for each other.”

You paused. Were you really destined for each other? Your connection says yes but most people you know have met their soulmate by now.

“Whats wrong? I can hear you worrying.”

“its- its nothing.” you continued walking.

“Remember when I said I could feel you lying? I can feel that now.”

The street in this part of town was just as crowded as the market place. You were never one for crowds so you weaved in and out of people tying to get through as quickly as possible. “I just want to meet you. The real you.”

It was Poe’s turn to pause. “Soon.” He said. “Fate will bring us together.”

That was always his excuse “I’m tired of waiting for-” You collided with a man, stopping your train of thought. Your basket nearly slipped from your grip but you caught a good hold just in time. “I’m so sorry!” You apologized, making sure you hadn’t hurt him when you slammed into him. 

The smile he gave you was kind. “No problem ma’m. I should have been watching where I was going.” What a gentleman taking all the blame. 

You smiled back at him awkwardly “Well I’ll just get going.” you said excusing yourself, and you both continued in your respected ways.

“Sorry about that a girl just hit into me what were you saying?” Poe asked.

You laughed at the irony. “Funny because I just ran into a guy. I don’t think he’s from around here. He’s dressed a little to warm for our weather.”

“This girl looked so shaken when she hit me. She almost lost her basket when we crashed.”

You slowed your pace. “A basket?” you said looking down at your own.

“Yeah full of all kinds of food. She probably just came from this market down here.”

Southern California Gothic
  • "It will rain." they say. They say that every day. And every day, you wait. How long have you waited? You don't know anymore.
  • You stop at a dusty intersection. At all corners, there are people with fruit stands. The cherries are 2 dollars a pound. You see the sign saying no stands. You look to the police. They have one too. The strawberries are a dollar a basket.
  • You're walking in LA along Hollywood Boulevard. You walk along the stars. It feels like forever. So many and yet so many still. You eventually find your own name on one for film. You have never been in a movie. Or so you think.
  • "Let's go to In-N-Out," says your friend. Which one? There are no other burger places around. There is only In-N-Out. There is always only In-N-Out.
  • You walk past a person in a Dodgers hat. Not uncommon. Everyone owns one. Everyone you walk past wears one. You reach up onto your head. You are one of them.
  • You go to a restaurant with a friend. Everything is gluten free. You don't mind. Everything is. What even is gluten? You don't know, but you are horrified by it.
  • The beach is nice in the summer. The beach is nice in spring. The beach is nice. The beach is your friend, your overlord. You must respect it. Bow to it before stepping on its sandy shores.
  • You get onto the 405. Siri says you only go 5 miles before getting off on the exit ramp. It has been decades since she said that last. Your hands are old and wrinkled as they grip the wheel. Siri says you have 4 miles to go. It's faster than usual.
  • You park your car on the side of the road and get out. The beach. You look at the top of your car to find a surfboard. You don't own a surfboard. You do now and have accepted it as your new way of life. You go to put on your wetsuit.
  • Your friend says she has tickets to the next concert. You ask where. She laughs. It is everywhere. The Bowl. The Forum. Staples Center. It is everywhere at once. All concerts are.
  • You debate on where to go for summer vacation. The fight ensues. Magic Mountain, Knott's Berry Farm, Universal Studios, and Disneyland. They fight for your affection and your money for when summer comes. This happens every year.
  • The palm tree outside your window waves at you in the wind. The palm trees are your ever present, looming protector. They are always watching.
  • You hear the chiming of the elotero's cart. You grab your money and run out the door. There is no elotero. The bell still rings. It always rings.
Secret of These Hands: Intro (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello darlings! I hope your days are going alright. I have so much work I need to get done this weekend, but I decided I needed a mental break from it, so I decided I would write for a little while. I think I’m going to the D23 Expo this summer, and I’m finalizing my lineup.. gotta save up for all these damn cosplays lol. Anyways, enjoy this intro!! 

Description: You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. 

One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: Reader is a runaway, other than that, none.

MASTERLIST


Ever since you were little, your world was a blurring headache. Ever single day, any contact with another person would send you hurdling through their past. When you were a child, the experience would be too much for your mind, and you would often pass out in public. 

You were with a special power. You could see into people’s pasts and memories just by the smallest physical contact. Nobody else in your family had any sort of ability, nor did you know of any in your ancestry that had them either; making you the first in your bloodline. The thing was, your parents didn’t try and help you through it. They were scared of you. When your ability started to surface, you were five. You were coming home from school, and you hugged your mother when you walked through the door. The contact made memories that were not your flash in your mind, and not only did you feel it, but she did as well. 

Since that day, neither of your parents touched you. You were isolated from your family within your own home, and mentally separated from the rest of the world. You were different, and you kept it a secret from everyone for fear that you’d be sent who knows where for scientific purposes. 

To prevent the headaches that were caused by your ability and to keep people from finding out what you could do, you always wore a pair of black leather gloves. The fabric kept you safe, and it soon became your best friend. You barely took them off, you had the tan lines to prove it. 

Through the years your family became more hostile with you, and grew distant. You honestly didn’t think that they loved you anymore, so when you turned eighteen, you ran away. In the middle of the night, you gathered the little things that mattered, and your huge stash of cash that you had accumulated since you decided this was what you wanted to do. 

You stood in the doorway, taking a look at the only life you’d known. 

“Goodbye.” You whispered into the empty space, your face expressionless. There were no tears, no guilt. Instead, there was a freeing smile across your face as you walked away from the house, finally escaping the miserable life you lived. You were on your own, and that was okay. 

There was no going back. You hopped in a cab, going straight to the airport. Nobody would go looking for you. You didn’t want them to anyways. You were free, and that was all that mattered…


I hope you liked the intro! Your character needed a back story for the actual story to make sense, lol. I hope you have a wonderful day! xoxo

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New Power?

Danny has lately been feeling odd tensions in the air… What could they be??

Human emotions. Yes, Daniel James Fenton has gained a new power, the ability of an increased sense to what a human being feels; at school he would find it difficult to leave the building at the end of the day without a migraine. At home.. His parents are loud, (Mostly on Jack’s part.) so he always answers the door grumpy, just wanting the daily headaches to go away.. But what even puts Danny in a grumpier mood is when a certain lonely, fruit loop stands at the front door step…

Ding Dong

“Danny, could you get the door!?” His mother called out from the door to the lab; she was working on a new invention, one that will for surely mess with Phantom, their’s and the town’s #1 Enemy.

Danny laying on his front side on his navy blue bed, arms resting to his sides, and head dug into his pillow, groaning the teen lolled his head back, to what seemed like one of annoyance and fatigue.

“Okay.” The raven haired teen drawled out exhausted, words just loud enough for his parents to hear the tired voice from upstairs;

school’s a living hell, in other words: it’s his daily dose of Angst, and today he was not having it, considering he just came home from school.

Seconds later, trudging down the stairs he opened the door rather harshly, surprising the visitor. “Yes?” Danny said sharply, as clear annoyance dripped from his words.

“Daniel, you seemed to of had a good day.” That voice, was the last thing Danny needed right now. Slowly looking up he scanned over an expensive black suit toward the face of the unwanted guest, only to reveal… Vlad Masters.

He rather a G.I.W agent to have arrived.. But as implied, today it was just not his day.

“What do you want?” The teen rushed wanting Vlad to exit the premises as soon as possible, “Ah, Daniel, I just wanted to stop by. See how you and Jasmine have been holding up.. As well as your mother..” He mumbled the last part, though it didn’t go past Danny.

Anger and Amusement. The waves of emotion informed.

“Yeah, yeah.” The teen began to make a shooing motion towards the billionaire, only to receive a fake ‘hurt’ look.

Now just Amusement. The air read.

“Daniel.” The elder Halfa scolded, “That’s no way to treat a guest, and if you don’t mind me asking..” He continued with slight hesitation..

The rippling of emotions twisted into something strange..

The billionaire dusting off invisible dirt out of nervousness said awkwardly, “Are you okay-..? You have been acting odd.” That was it?

He was… Sincere? The aurora told Danny.

Raising a brow feeling the need to gawk, the boy mentally shook his head, “I’m fine..” his expression softened into that of a sad one as he averted his eyes, maybe Vlad wasn’t going to be an overbearing fruitloop today. He hoped.

“If I let you in..” Danny looked back up at the billionaire, “-you promise to not of been making any plans that involves you being here?” The teen said with vague suspicion as it then replaced the depressing look.

“I promise my boy.” Vlad said readjusting his slightly relaxed posture, though his hand fretted to straighten out his tie to show his hesitation and nervousness.

This time the aurora read..

Bullshit.

Although, Danny felt it didn’t matter now. And let him inside.

A/N: Oh Danny, you can’t trust a Fruitloop!

So Here’s A Thought . . .

I’ve had a thought, and I’ve seen it pop up among a-many battle-hardened and heavy heartened veterans (and soldiers) of customer service jobs.

“The customer is always right.”

Nothing makes a customer service worker tremble worse than those terrible words.  Nothing else sends such a despicable shiver of regret, remorse, and contempt down one’s spine.

“The customer is always right.”

Oh how we loathe that phrase.  How we hate it for everything it stands for, and what it means!

But I don’t think you guys ACTUALLY know what the phrase is ACTUALLY intended for.  Let me explain.

To put it into the most basic terms, there are two types of people in the business world: buyers and sellers.  Yeah it’s more complicated than that, but that’s what everything boils down to in its most rudimentary fashion.  You’re either buying something, or selling something.

So, to turn a profit, the SELLER has to be selling what the BUYER wants; i.e. the customer.  Let’s pretend the seller has a very nice fruit stand, selling an equal amount of oranges, bananas, apples, and peaches.  Let’s say 100 each.  In the first day, he sells ALL 100 peaches, 75 apples, 50 bananas, and ZERO oranges.  Logic dictates that not all of these fruits are equally wanted by his customers.  Meaning he has to change the stock of his fruits to meet the demand of the customers and to cut costs associated with purchasing/throwing out unwanted produce.

A smart man would then order more than 100 peaches (since he sold out, he’ll want to buy more to ensure he’s meeting proper demand). He’ll stock around the same amount of apples, a bit less bananas, and maybe only a handful of oranges.  Because the demand for peaches is obviously high while the demand for oranges is low, the seller will put his sales in what the customer wants.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

“The customer is always right.” ACTUALLY MEANS “the customer’s want for a product is always right.”

THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS!

That’s why popular products are sold in such large numbers and revolve around sales.  That’s why large purchases have so many accessories and plans and knick-knacks associated with it.  Because, yeah you want a new TV, the seller KNOWS you want a new TV, so they’re going to do everything to make sure you get what YOU want and ALSO selling everything that goes along with it (pro tip, most of their profit is from the accessories, NOT the main big purchase itself).  So you want your fancy 48” plasma TV, well how about a WIFI hook-up and Netflix plan and a satellite deal and fifty thousand remotes and yada yada yada.

That’s what “the customer is always right” means.  

It does not mean that customers get to harass workers.  It does not mean that workers need to bend over backwards and grovel for a customer’s service.  It does not mean that PTA Soccer mom Brenda can order the most ludicrous thing ever which is physically impossible for the Starbucks barista to make and then scream and rage and throw a temper tantrum more fitting of a two-year old.

And it most certainly does not mean that customers can yell, scream, harass, or in any way shape or form abuse a worker and make ridiculous demands.

And if ANYONE dares to tell you otherwise, you may feel free to relay what you have all just learned, and then promptly stick your foot shin-deep in that person’s ass.

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And the next question he asked me is, “What are we going to do about the teeth, Dad?” because immediately he started calling me ‘Dad’. Robin as originally written was a little bit older, and he had a set of false teeth, he had dentures.
So I asked Ben, “What do you think we should do about the teeth?” and he says, “Well, I’ve had quite a lot of dental work done, I can give you my dentist’s number and you can call him, and we can set up an appointment and we can have my teeth pulled out.”
So I said, “Okay, what’s your dentist’s number?” And he gave me his dentist’s number, and I took it down, I called his dentist. About a week later, I had Ben Mendelsohn’s dental records in my possession - to give you an idea of the insanity in which you go through making a movie, or at least I go through making a movie. I kind of lost a little bit of grip of my judgement there.
Thankfully I had good producers to not let me have Ben Mendelsohn’s teeth pulled out for the movie. Both Ben and I were… we couldn’t understand why we couldn’t have his teeth pulled out. I do have to say - a day before production started, I was sitting by a fruit stand with Ben Mendelsohn and we were eating peaches, they weren’t the ripest peaches. But I remember watching Ben eat those peaches and seeing the juice drip down his chin, thinking to myself, I’m very happy that I didn’t have Ben get his teeth pulled out for the movie.

- Derek Cianfrance, The Place Beyond the Pines commentary

Secret of These Hands Ch. 1 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello babes! Ahhhh I’m almost at my first thousand followers and I’m literally about to freak out because I never thought I would ever get here. This is insane!! I just want to thank you all for getting me here because without an amazing audience like you, I honestly don’t know what I’d be doing with my life. Anyways, here’s the first official chapter of “Secret of These Hands”. Enjoy! xx

Description:You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. 

One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: None

Intro

MASTERLIST


You stared at the departure board, your eyes scanning over each destination. There were endless possibilities of where you could go, but all you knew was that you wanted to get away from this place. The Seattle was bustling with people and every once in a while someone would brush past you, knocking you in the shoulder or getting you off balance. The close proximity of the people around you made you antsy about your hands, even though they were gloved. Knowing that you could accidentally go through someone’s lifetime always put you on edge, even with the gloves on. 

As you scanned the board, you eyes landed on a particular city. New Orleans. It was all the way across the country, it was culturally enriching, and it would be hard for anybody to track you down. Well, at least you hoped. You shoved your hand into your back pocket, feeling the wad of cash that was supposed to take you wherever you wanted to go. Ever since you were thirteen, you had been stashing away your allowance for this. That had been the year you decided that you were going to get the hell out of your life. That life was your old life now; you were about to begin a new one. One where nobody knew who you were, knew what you could do. You could start fresh. 

The lady at the airline reception desk eyed you suspiciously when you asked for one ticket to New Orleans in the middle of the night, all by yourself, with a whole stack of bills. She had good reason to be, but you were honest. 

“I hate to bug you hun, but this doesn’t seem too right. It’s two o’clock in the morning, you’re alone, you got a whole lot of cash, and you want a one way ticket to Louisiana. I don’t have to call security, do I?” She was trying to be sincere, but she couldn’t help raising her eyebrow at you. 

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I’m going to be honest with you. I literally just turned eighteen two hours ago, and my family basically wants to disown me, so for the past five years I’ve been saving up money to leave. This is my way out. I’m totally legal and I didn’t acquire this money illegally.” You chuckled nervously. You literally just confessed your life story to a complete stranger. “The only thing I am doing is running away from this life, so that’s what I’d like to do, if you don’t mind.” You gave her a small smile, and she responded with a slow nod, letting her fingers type furiously on her computer. You heard the sound of a printer, and she handed you your ticket. 

“Try the beignets at City House Square on 5th, you’ll fall in love.” She smiled sweetly at you, and giving you a wink. 

“I will, and thank you.” You turned away towards the terminal, shifting your bag on your shoulder. You whispered to yourself. “A new beginning is just what I need.” 

The hallways were packed with people surprisingly and you weaved in out and of them, trying to find your gate. Of course, it was the last one all the way at the other end of the airport. When you finally saw the screen with your departure information, you plopped yourself down on a chair, and pulled out your headphones. Suddenly, all the outside noise was droned out by one of your favorite songs on a playlist of yours. You checked the time. You still had forty-five more minutes till boarding.

The time seemed to whiz by. The plane parked, the people got off, you got in line, and now you were giving the man your ticket. 

“Thank you.” You gave him a slight nod and made your way down the ramp to the plane. The deep sigh that came out of you relaxed your muscles and you felt like the world had just been lifted off of your shoulders. You found your seat in the middle of the plane, next to the window. A small smile came across your face as you looked up out the window, watching the stars. 

The plane wasn’t nearly filled to capacity. You guessed that not many people took spontaneous trips to New Orleans at three in the morning. The pilot spoke over the intercom, telling you the flying the conditions and the estimated time of arrival. As the lights inside the cabin dimmed, the hum of the engine began to lull you to sleep. The soft music in your ears drowned out the violent take off, letting you relax in your seat, and lean your head against the window. 

All you could think about was that there was nobody binding you anymore, no old life you had to hold onto anymore. You were free, you could explore, and there was nobody around you that had anything against you. 

The last thought that ran through your mind before you fell asleep was echoed softly through your head. 

It’s only me and a new life ahead of me. 


I know it’s short, but I’m trying to get it to build. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day! I’ll have two new chapter tomorrow, and maybe a one shot depending on how things go when I write tonight. I love you all, xoxo

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