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adrianacallahanâ:
Now knowing his connection to the Allens, things started to come together in Adrianaâs mind. Her face lit up just as she had that âlightbulb momentâ, her jaw dropping slightly. âHunter, right? Oh gosh, look at you! You look so much more mature in just five years.â Everyone seemed more mature to Adriana, then again, when she left, they were all in their prime. âYes, yes, you got it right. I, uh⌠Yeah, I was with Matteo a lot back in the day and then I left when I found out about our dauââ She had gotten too comfortable in the moment, reminiscing. Adriana paused for a moment, choking back the words that almost flew out. âWhen I was pregnant with my daughter, who Iâm sure youâll see around eventually. Itâs a small town, no one stays hidden for that long.â
~
Hunter blinked. âOh, you have a daughter? Thatâs cool,â he nodded, not sure if it was rude to ask who the father was, or where he was. He hadnât caught her slip up, as he was still recalling the instances heâd seen her back in the day. âAnd I guess youâre back in town now? Are you here visiting or have you moved back?â he asked curiously, wondering if Matteo and Kira knew.
oliabernathyâ:
âI think youâll be surprised with how well liked fantasy novels are liked these days. Take your time with it. Youâll get there. And hey, you could always take the current events as inspiration.â Oliver had to wonder if the writing was a way to escape, he knew reading was for him. Everyone deserve a bit of escapism in their days, especially with everything going on currently. âThereâs plenty of books around here too that might strike up some inspiration. Youâre in the best place to be writing. Besides, with everything going on, the library is surprisingly one of the safest places right now.â So far anyway, there hadnât been any strange creatures in the library and that was a relief in itself.Â
~
âOh, yeah, definitely. I mean, this is my favorite spot in town,â Hunter admitted with a nod and a slight smile. âIâve been spending afternoons here for . . . wow, coming up on twenty-five years now? My parents would take me here when I was just a toddler, really. I learned to read with these books.â He looked around with a fond smile. âItâs like a second home to me.â
adrianacallahanâ:
Her mouth was already beginning to form the word âthankâ as his revelation came out. Eyes narrowing, she gave him a once over and came to the same conclusion. âYou probably do, I grew up here,â she replied, standing perfectly still. This was it. This was the moment someone connected the dots and sheâd be painted with a scarlet letter forever, she was sure of it. âYou donât know the Allens by chance, do you? Particularly Matteo or Rory? I used to spend time around them. Maybe thatâs were we know each other from.â
~
Hunter grinned. âOh! Yeah, Roryâs my best friend. Weâve been together since we were eight.â He tilted his head. âThatâs where I know you from! You used to hang out with Matt a lot, didnât you? But you havenât been around lately. Itâs, uh, Ariana? No! Wait, Adriana! Thatâs right . . . right?â He hoped he didnât have it wrong. Thatâd be embarrassing, especially since he definitely remembered her now.
@hunterxmarinâÂ
This wasnât the first time that heâd seen Hunter in the library, in fact, he was pretty sure he was there writing whenever he was there. He couldnât blame him for coming to the library to write, it was quiet and he wouldnât be the first to find peace there. Noticing the other man was putting his things away, he walked over to him and asked, hoping that he wasnât being awkward in doing so, âWhatâve you been writing? A novel to add to these shelves, I hope.â That would be something, someone from the town getting something of their own published and add to the library. Oliver knew that heâd be proud to have something of one of the townsfolks here.
Hunter looked up as the librarian approached him. Heâd seen him in the library before; not as often as Emery, but enough that he remembered the guyâs name: Oliver. He smiled at Oliverâs question. âYeah, eventually, hopefully,â he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. âItâs been slow going, especially recently, but Iâm still working on it. Iâm not so sure how well itâll be received, though. I started it before I knew, uh, stuff about the town.â He caught himself before revealing anything the other might not already know.

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this iconic trio back when
@roryallcn @matteoxallen
đż - rory
đż  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe
Hunter knew he shouldnât. They were trying to go slow. They werenât ready yet. Not for this. Especially not in public. But when he saw the mistletoe, he knew it was now or never. He had an opportunity here, and if he didnât take it, he knew heâd regret it.
âHey, Scully,â he said, grabbing Roryâs arm to pull him to a stop. âGuess what?â He smiled before stepping closer, taking Roryâs face in his hand as he kissed him, deeply.
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đ (river, ofc)
đ  for  my  muse  to  try  &  guess  what  yours  got  them  for  christmas
âOh? Whatâs this?â Hunter grinned, picking up the gift and giving it a shake near his ear. âHmm, sounds like a puzzle,â he said, even though it didnât at all sound like one.
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đ - Edgar
đ  for  my  muse  to  try  &  guess  what  yours  got  them  for  christmas
âUh, wow, I have no idea,â Hunter said with a slight laugh. âIâm not really expecting anything. I mean, if you want to get me something then I wonât refuse it. I just donât want you to feel obligated.â He rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.
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She was due at the laywerâs office later that afternoon for the reading of the will, but Adriana had so much to do before that. For one of her only days off, her schedule was completely booked. The days where Gianna had to go to daycare instead of spending the day with her grandmother were rough. It took nearly an hour to get the small girl ready to leave and another twenty minutes saying âgoodbyeâ once she finally dropped her off. She was now running late to meet with one of her old friends and was beginning to panic. Adriana was a runner, that was known. Once she started to worry, she began to rush and flee the scene. The brunette was in such a rush to get to her next destination that when she finally exited the building, she all but flew.Â
In her rush, she bumped into the first person she walked past, causing her bag and all of itâs belongings to fall to the ground. âFuck me,â she groaned, bending over to start picking things up. Momentarily, her gaze lifted to the person she accidentally assaulted. âAre you alright? I am so sorry, I wasnât paying attention in the least bit. Itâs completely my fault. Iâ Jesus. Iâm sorry.â
( @hunterxmarinâ )
âOh, shit! I mean, sorry!â Hunter exclaimed when he walked into a woman and caused her stuff to fall everywhere. He knelt to help her pick everything up, hoping nothing got ruined. âNo, no, I mean, I wasnât paying attention either. Clearly.â He shook his head, glancing up at her and pausing. âWait. I know you, donât I?â She looked incredibly familiar. He couldâve sworn heâd seen her before, but he couldnât really place it now.

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notanotherallenâ:
His name didnât really ring any bells, but the description of Rory hanging out with another boy did. âOh, right,â Dawn nodded along, âI remember you. Sort of. More Rory being stupid with another boy his age.â Though it was good to hear that her brother still had that support system, outside of the family. It was another indication that her leaving wouldnât have utterly gutted the boy, at least, which was great. Rory had certainly been one of her main concerns for that. âI look like Matteo?â Dawn looked down at herself in a pointed fashion before green eyes returned to Hunterâs, one eyebrow rising. âSo I look like a hulking, stiff as a board, broad-shouldered man with rugged facial hair and a perpetual scowl?â
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Hunter listened to Dawn with a bemused expression. âAre you sure weâre talking about the same Matteo here?â he asked with an awkward chuckle. âI mean, I wouldnât say he has a perpetual scowl . . .â Sheâd probably caught him in a bad mood, which was valid and probably called for. Hunter didnât know all the ins and outs of Dawnâs leaving, but he knew itâd broken the hearts of all the Allens. Rory especially.
âAnyway, what, uh, what are you doing in town? Have you been to the farm yet?â
roryallcnâ:
âHey, for all I know, you couldâve been talking about Matteo,â Rory joked. He then took the flowers from his friend, the smile still on his face. âOh, they totally count. Theyâre beautiful,â he said, his voice a little soft. He could get used to this. âIt was alright, just emotionally draining. Seeing you is making me feel a hell of a lot better, though.â Smiling, Rory wiggled the bouquet under Hunterâs chin. âYou wanna hang out? I was thinking of taking Jet for a ride, if youâd like to join.â
~
Hunter breathed a soft sigh of relief when Rory accepted the flowers, glad itâd worked. He grinned, nodding immediately at the offer. âYeah, sure. Do I get my own horse or do you want me to ride with you?â he asked, not sure if Jet would appreciate two grown men riding him, but it sounded romantic.
âBEEPâ (Carmen)
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[txt] I keep hearing horror stories about what happened on Halloween. I hope you find the piece of shit who did it and put them in fucking jail
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28. A sarcastic text
[txt] damn I really need ice cream right now
[txt] I donât really but it sounds good đ
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@veilsstarters theyâre scrolling through their phone, the korean alphabet sprawling over it. they seem almost⌠shocked, stunned by what they found. in the middle of a cafe, theyâre standing up in what may appear as excitement &, honestly, it is. they stare up & away from his phone, obviously very aware of how awkward this may seem & they bow a bit, âmianhae.â their cheeks are dusted a soft pink, teeth digging into their lip as they quickly step out of the cafe with their frappe in hand. they still seem genuinely excited as they stare at their phone, rocking on the balls of their feet. they have completely forgotten the earlier mishap, if you could even call it that. theyâre far too focused on their favorite league streamer just winning worlds.Â
âWhoa, hey, watch it there,â Hunter said, swiftly stepping out of the way as the person exiting the cafe nearly ran into him, eyes intent on their phone. âYou might want to look up while youâre walking. Some people here donât take it well if you run into them, if you know what I mean. Plus thereâs like . . . traffic and poles and stuff.â

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         I know this is a feeling that I just CANâT fight.
         Youâre the FIRST
                      && LAST thingÂ
                                  ON MY MIND.
@roryallcn
notanotherallenâ:
Dawn was in a mood today. Her encounter with Matteo hadnât exactly gone very well, which was to be expected. But the woman hadnât been prepared for how much it would affect her. She thought it would be easy to stand there before her siblings and say âIâm backâ, and be able to take whatever reactions they tossed back at her in response. Life wasnât that easy and sheâd underestimated her own flighty emotions and the fact they were going to affect her a thousand times worse because of what she was. Her outer shell was still intact â tough, cool, the picture of strength and perhaps even a touch of her inner bitch visible. Inside, was turmoil. And she damn well hated that. Couldnât distance and time have made her stronger than this?
For Christâs sake, she was frequently going between moods of wanting to kick someoneâs ass or sit on the couch with a pint of ice cream while she bawled her eyes out. It was damned frustrating and she wasnât that person.
âWhat?â The frustration within her came out in her rather callous greet, brushing aside her bangs as she paused in her swift stride. There was some man standing there, watching her as if he wasnât quite sure what to think. âWho are you?â Dawn tugged her purse strap up her arm, approaching him with the sounds of her heels clicking against the pavement. The closer she came, the more it dawned on her a sense of familiarity. She knew him, didnât she? But howâ âDonât I know you?â she questioned, brows furrowed as she pointed at him.
âOh, uh, maybe not,â Hunter admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. âI was pretty young when you left. Uh, Hunter. Hunter Marin? I met Rory back when we were eight, in school, and . . . weâve been best friends ever since. I came over a lot but we mostly explored the woods or hung out in the treehouse, so . . . I donât blame you if you donât remember me.â He shook his head. âI just, uh, recognized you from your pictures. And, you know, you look like Matt.â