n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
she wasn't scared to walk away she was scared he wouldn't follow - atticus
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"hajime," i rely, slapping his hand for the hundredth time. "if you keep eating the chocolate chips i won't have any left to bake with."
"do you need chocolate chips?" he responds, smirking at me.
"do you like chocolate chips in your cookies?" i say, looking up at him bitterly.
"yes," he quickly says, wrapping his arms around my torso. "but they taste so much better when they're not in the cookies."
"hajime!" i whine, trying to break through his embrace. however, he keeps a tight hold on me, so much so that he begins to pull me upwards.
"no more cookies!" he announces feverishly, pulling me over his shoulder. "to hell with chocolate chips!"
"hajime!" i holler, slapping the back of his neck in an attempt to get him to put me down, giving up far quicker then i had hoped. "put me down right now!"
"if you say so," he responds, and i scream as he lets me out of his arms-
right onto our couch. i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding when my back feels the couch's leathery surface.
"you dick." i hiss, turning away from him.
he doesn't say anything, and i can feel the fumes coming out of my ears. however, he instead gets on top of me, his legs in between mine, a smirk on his face as he watches my cheeks go red.
before i know it his hands are at the side of my hips, and his fingers move nimbly against my skin. i try to refrain from laughing as he continues to torture me, but i know what he's waiting for to quit.
"uncle!" i rely, slapping the side of the couch, and he doesn't make a move to stop.
i quickly wait for him to take a moment to steady himself, before moving upwards and pressing myself into him.
