i'm running out of ideas
ps i got distracted halfway through writing this and i somehow ended up watching illegal heathers
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misto pov
i've been on the train for three whole seconds, when the stranger beside me starts talking. great, amazing, brilliant."where're you headed?"
i put on my most genuine smile. "vancouver."
he nods and says "i'm going there too!"
"oh, fun," i say, trying very hard to hide the annoyance in my voice.
"is there a reason you're going? like do you have family there or something?" he asks. seriously, buddy, leave me alone please.
"no, just for fun," i reply, hoping this ends the conversation—
"did you look at the weather for vancouver?" he says. great. "it's supposed to be sunny all week."
"is it?" i say. i guess if you can't make them stop talking, you have to play their games. "that's good."
"yeah," he says, pausing a moment. "what'd you say your name was?"
"i didn't," i say, slightly less annoyed. "it's mistoffelees."
"mistoffelees," he echoes. "that's a nice name."
"thanks, i guess," i say, purposefully not asking for his. please stop talking to me.
"sorry, i'm bothering you aren't i?" he says quickly. "i don't mean to."
"it's fine," i say quietly.
so this wasn't super tuggoffelees, but maybe part two maybe?
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tuggoffelees oneshots
Fanfictionit's in the title (ew i hate myself for writing that i am so sorry) but yea i'm s t a r v e d for tuggoffelees content so i'm writing my own (or attempting to) god this is gonna be so bad (ps cover art is by @/crimsonfireboltart on tumblr) *i take...