dizzy550

Having a jarring day today and felt a tad generous. So here’s a little excerpt of what I’ve written on the side for a different Kenzeera fic :
          	———————
          	“Oh. But it’s late.” Nazeera says, dabbing her lips with a napkin. 
          	
          	“Scared for my safety, Mrs Ibrahim-Kishimoto?”
          	
          	“Always - you’re intelligent but rash, Kenji.” She mutters under her breath, “so emotional.”
          	
          	“Hey-“ I pinch her cheek until it turns rosy. Naz slaps my hand away but keeps hers on my knee as we quietly eat. 
          	
          	Nazeera carries our plates back to the kitchen once we’re done. I start clearing up my stuff when I get a call.
          	 ###############
          	
          	I drop everything and snatch my phone, preparing to leave. 
          	
          	“Nazeera?” I call out, finding my wife by the fridge. She hums in question, still staring annoyed at the contents. 
          	
          	“Something happened. I have to go,” I pop a kiss on her cheek. She sighs, embracing me tightly.
          	
          	“If you jump in a sewer, I hope you know you’ll be sleeping outside.”
          	
          	“So supportive. But I don’t plan on going anywhere near those things - that is nasty.” 
          	                                   ———————
          	
          	They’re literally my hyper fixation :)

dizzy550

Having a jarring day today and felt a tad generous. So here’s a little excerpt of what I’ve written on the side for a different Kenzeera fic :
          ———————
          “Oh. But it’s late.” Nazeera says, dabbing her lips with a napkin. 
          
          “Scared for my safety, Mrs Ibrahim-Kishimoto?”
          
          “Always - you’re intelligent but rash, Kenji.” She mutters under her breath, “so emotional.”
          
          “Hey-“ I pinch her cheek until it turns rosy. Naz slaps my hand away but keeps hers on my knee as we quietly eat. 
          
          Nazeera carries our plates back to the kitchen once we’re done. I start clearing up my stuff when I get a call.
           ###############
          
          I drop everything and snatch my phone, preparing to leave. 
          
          “Nazeera?” I call out, finding my wife by the fridge. She hums in question, still staring annoyed at the contents. 
          
          “Something happened. I have to go,” I pop a kiss on her cheek. She sighs, embracing me tightly.
          
          “If you jump in a sewer, I hope you know you’ll be sleeping outside.”
          
          “So supportive. But I don’t plan on going anywhere near those things - that is nasty.” 
                                             ———————
          
          They’re literally my hyper fixation :)

dizzy550

Someone needs to sedate me bc why am I already planning my next Kenzeera fic when I already unfinished works :0

dizzy550

Too much actually!! ;( I’ve got the plans for two new ficsssss  but the Kenzeera one will be published after the other!! <333
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iyfbjo

@dizzy550 OH MY GOD!!! what are you planning?
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iyfbjo

Hi! I just wanted to ask if "before the end" is like a prequel to "midnight dreams".

dizzy550

Heyy! Ykw now that I think about it, it is since it bridges the gap between the Imagine me epilogue and end of believe me. Wasn’t really intentional since I didn’t know if I even wanted to continue posting after that but anwyays <33
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