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dust2dust34 · 5 years ago

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4.5 prompt: All I ask + sunlight. Turn my bittersweet heart into mush like only you can, kloveyathanksbyeeeee

(I hope it’s okay this isn’t for S4.5! And that I’m answering this fouryearslateomg)

(i’ll show you) who this heart beats for (Olicity AU)

Summary: Sequel to (i will be the fire) that keeps you warm, and the second story in my spontaneous “The Artie Chronicles” series. It’s Valentine’s Day and Oliver and Artie have a very important question for Felicity.

Rated: T (for cursing and panic attack)

A/N: Title from Wilderness by Jon Bryant. Partly inspired by @Greeenlan’s cute as sin tweet (and oh yes, that photoshoot absolutely happens in their future when Oliver and Felicity take in a couple of abandoned pitbull puppers that Artemis 100% becomes the adopted mother to).

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“Look at you.” Oliver adjusted the headband slightly. “Aren’t you just the prettiest girl?”

The three-year-old pitbull grinned where she sat primly before him. Still panting from their hour-long run, she looked every bit as cute as he knew she would with the fresh flower crown situated on her boxy head. As if she knew what he was thinking, she wagged her tail, her eyes gleaming, her smile widening, her tongue hanging out even further…

A line of drool slid from the corner of her mouth.

Oliver chuckled.

“Yes, you are,” he said, catching it before it could turn into a shoestring. “You are the very prettiest girl, and don’t you dare tell Mommy that I’m talking to you like this, because she’ll never let me live it down that the way she talks to you has rubbed off on me. She keeps trying to catch us, but we know what she’s doing, don’t we? You’ve got my back, don’t you, girl?”

Artemis agreed with a chipper little bark. Diggle insisted it wasn’t “little” so much as thunderous, but either way, it was damn cute.

“That’s my girl. Alright, you know the plan.” The instant that word was out of his mouth, all the nerves he’d managed to beat back since he decided today was the day roared back. Fighting to keep steady, Oliver clapped his hands together. Artie instantly stopped panting, her ears perking up behind the flower crown. It was so unbelievably adorable it made his chest hurt and he huffed out another little laugh as she inadvertently calmed him. “That’s right. You’re staying right here, and I’m going to have the souffles, and we’re going to wait for Mommy to follow the flowers in here, and then you’re going to distract her with how cute you are so she doesn’t see how nervous I am. Okay? Good. Good.” And just like that, the tiny reprieve she’d given him had disappeared. “Yep. That’s the plan.”

Ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, Oliver patted Artie’s shoulder and stood up.

Was it hotter than it had been a minute ago? He’d opened the curtains to let the sun in, but it was still early, and February, at that. No way it was hotter.

Right?

Oliver wiped his brow and then dragged his hand down his face.

His eyes darted to the large grandfather clock in the far corner.

Almost 10:30 a.m.

His ribs abruptly closed in on him and he frowned, whipping his wrist up to check his watch.

Yep, that was definitely the time, which meant any minute now she’d be walking in that door from her work trip to Central City, duffel bag in hand, a smile on her beautiful lips, those stunning eyes of hers looking for the rest of their little family, especially when she saw the trail of yellow daisies he’d laid out that would lead her right to him…

His stomach pitched.

With a groan, Oliver started pacing the living room. Artie’s head followed him back and forth, her tail wagging every time he walked by her. It normally made him smile, made him stop and talk to her, but not right now. No, right now his already-pounding heart absolutely took off, racing so fast he had to force a breath into suddenly stagnant lungs. And his hands wouldn’t stop trembling. Oliver shook them out before rubbing them together. Clammy dampness made that impossible and he groaned again, scrubbing them viciously against his thighs.

He was being ridiculous.

There was nothing to be nervous about.

Absolutely nothing.

Oliver didn’t realize he was still scrubbing his hands against his thighs until they started burning.

“Damn it,” he breathed, wincing as the pain caught up to him.

He turned his palms up to see bright red streaks across his hands.

The well of trepidation he’d been fighting to keep down overflowed.

Oliver abruptly stopped, his jaw clenching as his hands started shaking again. There was something to be nervous about, wasn’t there? It wasn’t what she would say, or how she would react, because he knew with every atom in his body how it would go. Because he knew her, he knew them, and he knew where they were going, and that no matter what it would be together.

It was him. Oliver squeezed his hands into tight, trembling fists. It was tying her to him, to his demons, to the shroud that followed him no matter what he did, or how many people he saw,or how much he talked about what had happened to him on that island, or how much both his girls settled him when his neurosis became too much. It was the worry that they would never stop. It was the bone-deep terror that when he thought he was getting better, it was actually him using her and their dog as a crutch. It was the lingering fear that he was being selfish wanting to keep Felicity as close as he could because he needed her light to keep the darkness at bay. He loved her, so much, with everything inside him. More than that, even. She was his other half. She was a key to a lock he didn’t even know was there.

But all the baggage that he came with?

His mind shot back to last month, when he’d woken from a nightmare to find himself holding her down when she’d tried to wake him, his hand wrapped around her throat.

The only thing that’d grabbed him from the images in his mind were Artie’s wild barks.

Because she hadn’t been able to yell, to stop him, to fight him off.

Oliver shuddered and he curled in on himself. He had been horrified, disgusted, angered, terrified, but she had still somehow managed to talk him down. Rather, he had let her. Because he’d needed her to, because the reality that he had almost hurt her was too much to bear. God, he had let himself fall into her, hadn’t he? Let himself pretend it was okay, buried himself in the belief that it was fine…

Because otherwise he would have crumbled.

She had saved him, so many times. Even with her own shadows, her own demons, she found a path through the darkness to shed her light on him.

He couldn’t offer her nearly what she gave him.

What if he never could?

The thought ripped open a wound that had been festering since that night. No, since long before that. Since he met her.

His skin was suddenly too hot and tight, closing in on him like plastic wrap. Saliva flooded his mouth and he swallowed hard, a couple times, but it did nothing. His stomach churned, twisting, and tried to take a breath, but his lungs seized up, closing as the full weight of what he was doing hit him.

Was he really doing this? Was this the right thing to do? For her? Things were going so well with them, why would he want to mess that up, why would-

It hit him what day it was and his jaw dropped.

What the hell was he doing? On Valentine’s Day? Of all the days, he had to choose this day? Not only was he potentially changing the entire landscape of their relationship, he was doing it in the most cliched way possible. How was that for a fresh start on a new path together?

Artie whined and her cold nose bumped his hand.

Oliver looked down at her, mumbling, “It’s okay, I’m okay, it’s okay,” but it wasn’t. And she knew it, because she stared up at him with those knowing eyes of hers. The same eyes that just a few hours ago he swore had been encouraging all this madness.

An incredulous laugh escaped him, because now?

Now Oliver looked up and around and realized that this was an absolutely moronic plan. He actually thought it would be romantic, that it would be sweet, to do this on Valentine’s Day, of all days. Yeah, it happened to be the day she got back, but he couldn’t have waited until tomorrow? Or a week from now? Or anything but this day? Was he doing it because of what happened that night? The thought sickened him. He’d had the ring for months, but it hadn’t occurred to him to use Valentine’s Day. Why would it? It was stupid. But maybe… maybe she couldn’t say no if he used everything in his arsenal.

What was wrong with him?

He suddenly saw the room in an entirely different light.

Flowers were littered everywhere. He’d asked everyone to stay out of the main room for the morning. He’d baked fucking souffles and had put a ring inside one of them-

The front door opened.

Panic shredded his insides.

Oliver lurched towards the coffee table, towards the serving plate holding two perfectly made souffles topped with his homemade whipped cream sat. He had no idea what he was going to do when he got to them, he just knew he had to get them out of there before she saw them and knew what he was going to do. It would have been fine, probably, except there had really been a plan, one that involved Oliver giving a command that would have kept Artie right where she was…

But there wasn’t a single logical thought left in his head.

When Oliver grabbed the plate, he abruptly stopped in the middle of the flower path, looking around wildly, momentarily struck dumb as he considered shoving them behind a pillow…

He didn’t get the chance.

Sixty-three pounds of solidly muscled pitbull slammed into the back of his legs.

One second he was standing and the next he was airborne along with the souffles.

He slammed into the floor with a crash, Artie tangled up in his legs. The serving plate crashed next as smashed flowers scattered everywhere, and then the souffles. One of them landed on the area rug, the damage absorbed, but the other exploded right next to Oliver’s head, sending chocolate and whipped cream everywhere.

“Artie,” Oliver gasped, jerking up, but she was just fine, wiggling out from under his leg. Her crown was still on, skewed as it was, and an excited grin was locked in place, making her look almost manic.

But it wasn’t for him.

Artie didn’t even look at him as she bolted for the front door.

“Oh… wow, what is… Artie!” Felicity’s voice carried from the anteroom and his heart simultaneously jolted and calmed at the same time. She’d only been gone two days, but it was two days too long. Oliver closed his eyes, collapsing onto the floor, giving himself a momentary reprieve - really, to revel in all that she was as Felicity talked over Artie’s excited barks. “How’s my baby girl doing? How’s my baby girl? I missed you, too, yes I did, yes I did. What is this on your… Is this a flower crown? Are you my Valentine? Oh my god, you’re so cute, I could just eat you up… Where’s Daddy?”

That spurred him into action.

Oliver pushed up onto his elbow, only to remember why he’d had the souffles in the first place. Cursing, he looked around rapidly, and then for the other souffle, for where the ring-

“What is all this… Oh my god, Oliver!”

Her duffel slapped the floor and then he heard the scuttle of her heeled feet as she ran towards him. Oliver was already shaking his head, forcing a sheepish grin to his lips as he held up his hand with a, “I’m fine,” but she and Artemis had already reached him. “Wait, there’s-” he started. Felicity ignored him and dropped to her knees next to him right in the cake and whipped cream, her hands flying to his face.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m okay,” Oliver told her, finding her arm and squeezing. “Artie and I had an accident-”

“What?” Felicity demanded, whipping around to look at the dog. But Artie was more than fine. Her crown was straight again thanks to Felicity, and staying on her head when she started to sniff around the spilled souffles. “Hey, hey, not for you, not for you! Good girl. You stay. No chocolate for you. Good girl. Wow, you are so much better at training her than me, she would have lost it like when I dropped the bowl of mac and cheese. So what happened? And what… Oliver, is this all for Valentine’s Day? That is so…”

“Yeah,” he replied when she trailed off. He waved at the ground. “These were souffles…”

She wasn’t listening, though.

She was staring at the floor next to him.

His mouth snapped shut as his heart leapt into his throat. He twisted to see what she was looking at, but he didn’t have to move so fast because she already was.

Felicity picked up a messy little glob that was very obviously a ring.

Oliver froze.

She lifted it up, right into a ray of sunlight.

The beam cut through the chocolate and whipped cream to the sparkly diamond underneath.

“Is this…?” she managed, shock slackening her face. And not the good kind.

Oliver’s insides sank at the sight and he knew he’d been right. His shoulders collapsed on a bone-deep exhale as he said, “Yes. Yes, I was going to propose-”

Felicity’s eyes shot to his. “Was?”

“Yes, I was,” he responded without thinking. “But then I started thinking about what it meant, for you, for us, and with everything going on with me. God, I wasn’t even thinking, and it was so stupid to think I could do it on Valentine’s Day, and then I panicked and Artie crashed into me and we fell, breaking-”

Her fingers landed on his mouth.

Oliver stared up at her with wide eyes, grateful she had stopped him, but utterly terrified about what she was going to say.

“Was,” she repeated slowly. “So… you’re not going to anymore?”

“No,” Oliver said and her face crumpled. “Yes. No. I mean…” He huffed and sat up to fully face her. “I was going to propose.” A little hum escaped her, followed by a tiny, beatific smile that transformed her entire being for a split second. But then she seemed to remember what exactly they were talking about and it fell away again. “But then I started thinking about last month when I… when I woke up hurting you, and how it isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last time, and how it feels like I’ve… slipped back. And instead of going forward, I’m falling backwards, and I don’t… I didn’t… I just… I needed time to rethink things-”

“Because you thought I wasn’t going to say yes?”

“No. Because I want to be better for you. I want to be able to offer the kind of life you deserve.”

“Don’t you think that’s my choice to make?”

“Yes, of course, but-”

“No,” she interrupted. “There is no but.”

“Felicity-”

“I chose this life,” she said, her voice rising. “And I chose you, and I don’t understand how you can’t see that it’s not either-or. You aren’t either-or. Not for me, not ever. It’s not a ‘we can do this, but only when you get better’ sort of thing, because that’s not how it works. That’s not how it will ever work. Trust me, I know. There was a storm in Central City last night and I ended up sleeping in the hotel tub. Which, let me tell you, is not as comfortable as the movies make it seem.”

Oliver frowned. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Probably for the same reason you changed your mind about proposing to me.”

“I didn’t change my mind.” He sighed as he rubbed her upper arms. “I hate that I wasn’t there.”

“Me too,” she admitted in a small voice. “And I know I’m sort of negating this because I didn’t call you last night, but I would hate if I wasn’t there when you needed me. I hate the idea that you don’t want me there, because I want to be there. I need to be there. This is obviously something we both have to work on, but… I want to work on it. With you. It’s not perfect, but it never will be. And that’s okay. I don’t want perfect. I want you. I choose you, Oliver. I will always choose you, and everything that comes with it.”

A crack pierced through his chest and pressure he didn’t even realize was there eased away.

“I choose you, too,” he said. “Always.”

“Good,” Felicity breathed. “You better. I mean, who else is going to take Artie on runs, because it certainly won’t be me.”

Oliver choked out a laugh, especially when Artie took that as her cue to nuzzle her way in to join their little huddle, pawing her way through the souffle mess. But Oliver saw right through the words, heard the little tremble under them that always appeared when she wanted to stay strong in the face of something way too heavy to carry alone.

And that was the point, wasn’t it?

They weren’t alone. Not anymore. Not ever again.

Oliver’s smile grew as he watched Felicity laugh when Artie’s giant tongue swept out to kiss her all over her face. Not for the first time, he wondered if they ever would have found each other without Artemis butting into the situation. But she’d done her part - she’d brought them together, opened the door for a future of so many possibilities.

It was up to them to keep it open.

“Artie,” he said with a quick double click of his tongue.

The dog immediately settled back and sat down - right in the spilled souffle, but it was time for a bath anyway - and stared at them with perked ears behind the flowers.

“Felicity…” Oliver took the messy ring from her fingers. She inhaled sharply, going very still, and he smiled as he took her left hand in his. “All I ask… all I’ll ever ask… is that you keep choosing me. And I’ll keep choosing you. Forever.”

Tears filled her eyes behind her glasses and she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Will you marry me?” Oliver asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes?” he asked, even though he heard her. But he just wanted to hear it again. And again, and again…

“Yes!” Felicity repeated on a happy laugh and launched herself at him.

They kissed, a sweet, lingering touch that had the crack in his chest widening even more, letting in a stream of light and joy that had him laughing with her. With a grin as wide as hers and shaking fingers that had everything to do with excitement and joy now, he slid the ring on her finger. They both chuckled when the whipped cream made it easier. When it was firmly in place, he kissed the ring, her hand, and then her lips once more.

“Yes,” she repeated one more time, and he smiled so big it made his cheeks ache.

Artie’s excited bark echoed the sentiment. She jumped in to join them once more, and it continued as Felicity said, “And yes to you, too! Were you in on this, Artie? Did you know he was going to do this today, I thought we told each other everything…”

Oliver’s smile didn’t go away, not ever again. It dimmed, every once in a while, but he always chose to keep finding the light, the reason to keep it going.

He always chose her.

The End

My thought process while writing this: Alright, let’s do something cute and fluffy! A guarantee with Artie in the picture! Yeah… but don’t forget they’re both trauma victims in their own way… Yeah, and that this is a huge step… And that PTSD and anxiety echo for years, even when you work on it… Okay, so what if Oliver has a panic attack and freaks out?!

I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading!

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secret-rendezvous1d · 7 years ago

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MOBILE MASTERLIST.

It’s about bloody time I created one that was a little easier for you guys to use. I know that my Masterlist has caused a few troublesome issues over the last few weeks so I can only pray that this works a little better for everyone. I think that this may be something much more handy than having to edit everything and all that jazz.

Italicised and bolded titles are titles belonging to stories which contain smut, or some GIFs and pictures that are on the rather graphic side, within them. But, of course, there are warnings at the top of each smut piece, just in case you go a little further.

If any problems do arise, let me know and I’ll get to working them out as soon as I possibly can. Let’s hope this is a lot easier to handle! I’ll slot this under a Keep Reading because it’s actually much longer than I thought it would be and I don’t want to upset people by clogging up their dashboard.

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT ALL REQUESTS FOR EVERYTHING, RIGHT NOW, ARE SHUT. ANY THAT GET SENT IN WILL NOT BE WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY. xx

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December 1st. someone else mentioned pubes talk, and I thought it would be hilarious if Harry was trying to do something romantic like cooking a Christmas Eve meal but naked and there was singe-ing (not singing!).

December 2nd. Are you doing Alex requests for Blogmas? If so, maybe his and Y/N’s first Christmas together since the war and he decides to propose to her?

December 3rd. what about pornstar harry making a festive christmas special w y/n?

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exposing-5h · 7 years ago

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Laucy (and Tyren) Timeline: Part 2

Read part one here

So we left off around the time when Lucy kinda disappeared from Lauren’s life once again. It was a little after her birthday.

During this time, Lauren went to the Woman’s March without Lucy which is kinda odd because they always agreed with each other on topics like that. Plus, they were both heavily involved with politics at the time. They also didn’t seem to have spent Valentine’s Day with each other either.

But!! Lauren did go on a date with someone on Valentine’s Day. You can tell because she was all glammed up. Just a day before, she posted a collage of her and Ty and captioned it with a heart. Was the date between her and Ty or was it Laucy’s last date? Personally, I think Tyren spent Valentine’s Day together.

This wasn’t the first time that they talked about each other on social media in 2017. On January 4th, Ty tweeted Lauren’s initials.

From what we know, Lauren and Lucy were still together at this time. Did Ty just have a crush or was it something more?

In March, Lauren and Lucy’s photoshoot was released. They also stated they were no longer together, but they wanted to share them. Here are the pictures if you want to look at them.

Also, here is an article where the photographer talked more about the ex couple and the photoshoot in general. She says that they were on and off for many years. Many. I think this is pretty solid proof that they were a thing throughout high school, and maybe even a little bit during the X-Factor and after it.

Another thing that stuck out to me is that the photographer said that during the time they were doing the photoshoot, that they were scared to come out to their families. Was it both of the girl’s families or just one? Did the families not know of the relationship while it was on it’s on and off stages?

One of the main questions between the Laucy and Tyren drama is if Lauren cheated on Lucy with Ty. Let’s look at the facts.

Just recently Ty did an interview and said that him and Lauren started talking in February. Here it is (If this post ever gets deleted, tell me so I can replace it.) Lauren hadn’t talked about Lucy since mid-January. I think it’s pretty safe to say that Lauren and Ty weren’t dating until Lucy was out of the picture.

But what about that tweet? To me, it seems like maybe Ty was developing a little crush.

Did Lauren cheat? Very unlikely. Will we ever 100% know that? No.

Another thing to bring up is the comments that Lucy liked after the breakup. Ty and Lauren got close quickly and people were not happy about that. Lauren defended him a couple times.

I don’t know the exact date of when this happened, and I’m sorry about that. All I really know that these were sometime in July. I think. If anyone knows, please take a trip to our ask box.

Now, I’m really protective over my girls (aka ot4), so whenever I saw this I got pissed. It’s very hypocritical for Lucy to be saying this when she didn’t even EVER post about Lauren on social media AT ALL during their relationship. Like yeah Lucy, being bullied sucks but it isn’t Lauren’s job to protect you. How can you expect her to stick up for you whenever you acted like she wasn’t there on social media like you were ashamed of her??

Okay I’m done ranting.

So obviously Lucy was keeping up with Lauren and Ty and all that stuff. I really hope she’s moved on by now and she doesn’t still stalk harmonizer’s comments. I’m pretty sure she has a girlfriend now. Good for her. I wish the best to the both of them.

I’m pretty sure Lucy did a few more shady things directed towards Tyren but I couldn’t find anything. If y’all got some tea, though, submit it to us!

I think that’s pretty much it for now. Laucy is done and over with, and they both have new significant others. Follow us for more 5h tea!

-A

#lauren jauregui #ty dolla $ign #tyren #lucy vives #laucy #fifth harmony #exposing-5h

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star-maiden-fufu · 7 years ago

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[Fanfic] The Fallen Angel’s Treat

Summary: Even if it doesn't work out as planned, Yoshiko was going to enjoy her Halloween. Riko would make sure of it. YohaRiko Halloween Oneshot

Rating: K+

Word count: 2,381 words

Characters: Tsushima Yoshiko, Sakurauchi Riko

Pairings: YohaRiko

Notes: Happy Halloween~ Have some YohaRiko! One thing I’d like to note about this fic is that I’m not 100% on it, I would like to revisit it at some point and hopefully flesh it out. I’d like to hear from youse reading what you think of it though, if certain points don’t sound right or if you’d like to see certain scenes like the actual trick or treating the two go through. But other than that, I hope you like this~

External Links: FFNet, Ao3

Yoshiko wanted to go trick or treating.

Riko’d be lying if she said that she was surprised, but at the same time, maybe she was a little bit. After all, they were teenagers; by all accounts they were “too old” for such a thing, not that there was necessarily any rule against it. It was more a case of what people would think, seeing a group of teenagers out knocking on doors asking for candy.

At least they should’ve been a group; Yoshiko had asked both Riko and Mari to join her over their separate subunit group chat. And in fact it was Mari’s own insistence that Riko join them, since she was originally going to back out.

Yet just as the sun was beginning to set outside, painting the clouds an array of oranges and pinks, Yoshiko showed up, alone.

“Mari said she couldn’t make it,” the 1st year said, strutting into Riko’s home as soon as the door opened and leaving the other girl a bit floundered at the entrance. She turned, the many layers of her frilly skirt swishing with her, as she asked, “Wait, what do you mean she can’t make it? She was just as up for this as you were.”

Yoshiko shrugged, having planted herself on Riko’s couch in the living room. “She just said she ended up making plans with Kanan and Dia that she couldn’t skip out on.” Riko sighed, already feeling annoyed at how the night had started. But the night was still young and Yoshiko still wanted to go through with the event, given that she’d still shown up rather than texting a cancellation.

In fact, Yoshiko had shown up in costume, though her choice of outfit left Riko slightly confused. “Actually Yocchan, why are you dressed like a vampire?” Yoshiko smirked as she leapt to her feet, giving a twirl to show off the costume. The simple black cape on her back twirled with her, curling around her dark pant-clad legs before she held it open, leaving her long sleeved, white frilled shirt clear to see.

“It seemed appropriate, given that such creatures of the night are similar to fallen angels,” she chuckled, showing off the plastic fangs she had protruding from her top lip, “Abominations of god, doomed to lurk in the shadows, and while vampires may live forever, they too are fated for hell once their immortal lives are ended.”

“Uh...okay. But why not just go dressed as an angel anyway?”

Yoshiko’s eyes narrowed and her smirk fell. “That would be admitting that Yohane is nothing but a facade! To go out in “costume” would be denying my true self!” Riko couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the dramatic performance. However, she then jumped when Yoshiko suddenly pointed a finger at her, saying, “And what of you? What creature have you decided to adorn upon yourself?”

“I’m not a creature, Yocchan, I’m a maid,” Riko deadpanned, as she brushed down the skirt of her dress, “To be honest, I didn’t really want to have to go out and buy a whole new costume, so I just picked out one of the outfits we wore for an old photoshoot.” Specifically, it’d been the shoot from nearer the start of the year, a valentine's shoot; an overly frilly dress in pink and cream with extra petticoats to give the skirt extra lift, a corset around her waist, and shiny pink shoes with ribbons wrapped up her leg.

However, she’d foregone the overly elaborate bonnet that they’d worn with the dresses during the shoot, and instead switched it with a smaller headband that they’d worn with a different set of dresses during the same shoot. She’d also taken the colder weather into consideration, adding a pair of thick white tights and a shawl for her shoulders.

Yoshiko circled the girl, taking in the outfit as though she were seriously appraising it, before she finally nodded. “Perhaps it’s a little lazy to simply re-wear something else, however, it is also practical if you already have something on hand,” she mumbled. She then hit her fist into her open palm, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Well it’s fine! We’re good to go then!” Yoshiko cheered, picking up the plastic pumpkin pot she’d brought with her for candy collection, then racing out the door. Riko simply sighed, picking up the plastic bag she’d dug out for the outing, and followed after her friend.

~*~*~

The night had not gone well for the intrepid trick or treaters. Aside from a few kind souls - plus one or two misunderstandings when the two pulled up at a house alongside a group of children - their haul was rather paltry. Eventually, with the lights of the houses going out to signify the end of the night’s event, the two migrated to the cafe where Aqours ended to meet after school, if they weren’t training or practising.

“I can’t believe we barely got anything,” Yoshiko huffed, slouching in her seat, her barely filled pumpkin sitting on the table. Given a better outcome, she would’ve gladly emptied the contents onto the table, then encouraged Riko to do the same (Figuring out who gets what back when they then split the pile again would’ve come later). However as it stood, she simply left the pot and its meager spoils be.

Riko sat across from Yoshiko with her own limp bag hanging off her lap, frowning at the girl’s pouting expression. “I mean, I kinda understand. We’re both a little too old for this sort of thing,” she said, grimacing as she recalled at least a few of the houses laughing them off, or even chastising them for trying to take away from the little kids that were out celebrating. Yoshiko’s pout morphed into a scowl as she cried, “Does that really matter?! We were out to have fun!” She then reached into her mouth, pulling the plastic fangs off her teeth and throwing them onto the table, grumbling, “The glue for these tastes awful.”

Unsure of how to respond to Yoshiko’s gripes, Riko took a drink from the water she’d bought. The two sat in silence, taking in the bustle of the cafe around them - the workers behind the counter, families with tired kids enjoying a chance to sit down in the warmth.

“Hey,” Riko piped up, catching Yoshiko’s attention away from a family pouring over the candy they’d collected (And Yoshiko would later insist that, no, she wasn’t jealous!), “why didn’t you do this with Ruby and Hanamaru? Were they busy?”

Yoshiko scooched herself into a proper sitting position, only to them slump onto the table, half burying her face in her arms. “No. But I wanted this night to be just you, me and Mari. But when Mari couldn’t make it, I did try and call Ruby and Hanamaru, to see if they’d join in.” Yoshiko then pouted again as she continued, “But apparently, some brat kids decided to prank Ruby’s house really early on, and it freaked her out. She absolutely refused to leave, which is why Hanamaru was with her, since Dia was busy.”

“I see,” Riko frowned, “That’s a shame.” Neither said anything after that, but before another quiet period settled between them again, Riko then said, “I’m sorry tonight didn’t really work out.” Yoshiko shrugged, yet didn’t respond. Her entire attitude spoke for her though.

“Maybe we can try again next year?” Riko suggested, though she couldn’t put too much oomph into it; by then she’d be a third year, and Yoshiko a 2nd year, and there’d be even less of a chance of them getting any kind of decent haul.

Yoshiko again simply shrugged.

Riko just turned back to her water, sipping quietly and watching the moonlit waves outside the window.

~*~*~

It wasn’t till the cafe was beginning to close that the two finally made to move. Riko offered that they go back to her house to sit for a bit, perhaps even watch a movie to make the most of the rest of their night. Yoshiko didn’t argue.

They wandered along in silence, Yoshiko still feeling too down to converse, while Riko let her thoughts drift off, musing over the night’s happenings.

It was as they neared Riko’s house - the sound of giggling from both Chika and You greeting them from Chika’s room as they passed - that the 2nd year got an idea. Glancing at her still downcast friend, Riko nudged the girl and motioned for her to hurry as she sped ahead. “Come on, we’re almost there!” Perplexed, Yoshiko hurried after the girl.

They stopped at the door, but rather than open it for them both, Riko turned to the other and said, “Wait here for a bit, please.” Pouting, Yoshiko said, “Eh? Why?”

“Just please, I won’t be long,” Riko responded, giving her friend an apologetic smile before she quickly entered the house, closing the door behind her. Yoshiko grumbled some, curious as to Riko’s actions, yet frustrated by the cold wind that began to pick up and made her wrap herself in her own cape, which didn’t help her already sour mood. All she could do though was wait for Riko to return, hopefully to let Yoshiko into her house before she froze in the cold.

Rocking back and forth on her heels, kicking at nothing on the ground, examining the small details on the door, Yoshiko tried to bide her time. It felt like Riko was taking forever!

(In reality, it was only a couple of minutes, but that was still time wasted to the fallen angel!)

Finally, her phone buzzed in her pocket, making her jump in surprise as she wasn’t expecting it. She dug it out quickly, fumbling with it slightly due to her numb fingers. It was a text from Riko, simply saying, “Knock on the door.” Yoshiko’s curiosity finally seemed to override her irritation, and she rapped on the door with surprising enthusiasm. She waited with bated breath, though the wind still caught her and made her shiver.

There were some quick thumps from the other side, and then the door opened; Riko stood in the doorway, her shawl discarded, holding a glass bowl full of chocolate bars big and small, and cookies, and even a bundle of strawberries wrapped in clear plastic. Despite the blush on her face, Riko beamed at her “visitor” and said, “Ah, you must be a trick or treater!”

A stupid smile began to grow on Yoshiko’s face as she figured out what was happening, though she still snapped to attention as she realised she still had a part to play. “Oh, uh, yeah! Trick or treat!” She held out the pumpkin pot for Riko, who smiled back and began to carefully pour the contents of her bowl into Yoshiko’s pumpkin through the small opening.

Yoshiko chuckled, trying to help with the transfer as best she could as she said, “You didn’t have to do this. The movie would’ve been enough.”

“Maybe. But do you feel a little better now?”

“Hm...yeah.” Both girls laughed, finishing the exchange of sweets as Riko finally allowed Yoshiko into her home. Shoes were left by the door as they moved into the living room, Riko pointing out a small cabinet near the tv, offering the choice of movie to Yoshiko. Not that Yoshiko was much impressed by the selection, which she made clear to her host, “Geez Riri, you’ve not even got any good scary movies here! How we supposed to get in the spirit without a scary movie?”

“Well I’m sorry me and my mom don’t do horror. You’ll have to pick the next best thing or something else,” Riko responded, though there was good humour behind her retort. She giggled at the other girl’s drawn out, “Fiiiiine,” as she began the ascent up the stairs so she could get changed.

When she returned, dressed in her pajamas, she was also carrying another pair, folded in her arms. Yoshiko was still sat on the floor by the tv and the cabinet, her cape discarded onto the sofa, and a small tower of dvds in front of her.

“Okay, so these are probably the best movies we could watch tonight, no offense to you or your mom’s tastes, so we just have to pick from these,” she announced, turning to face Riko as she heard her enter. Yet surprise quickly crossed her features as she registered the folded pajamas being held out to her. She took the pile hesitantly, with Riko saying, “These are an old pair of mine. They should fit you, since given the time, you’re probably not gonna make it home for tonight.”

Yoshiko couldn’t help but hide her quickly blushing face behind the clothes, responding, “I, uh...I told my mom I’d probably stay with you and Mari since we’d be out late. She was okay with it as long as whoever’s mom was alright too.” Riko gently smiled back. “I’m sure my mom wouldn’t have any problems with you staying the night.”

She then picked up the dvd on top of the tower, saying, “This one’s pretty good. It’s not scary, but I doubt any of these are.”

“They’re not,” Yoshiko said, rolling her eyes, yet she was smiling all the same. She crawled across the floor and onto the sofa as Riko set up the dvd. Few words were exchanged as they both set up for the night, aside from Yoshiko opting to stay in her costume for now, saying she’ll change later, and Riko offering drinks.

When Riko finally settled on the sofa with the other girl, Yoshiko grabbed her cape and threw it over them both, wrapping them both in it like a blanket. She then reached over to the other end of the sofa and retrieved her candy bucket, placing it between the two. Yoshiko opened the makeshift strawberry bag, holding it out for Riko to take one before taking one for herself. The two then curled up close under the vampire cape, the living room lights still on and Yoshiko’s borrowed pajamas off to the side as they started the movie.

It might not have been the best Halloween Yoshiko or Riko had ever experienced, but it ended up being special anyway.

#fufu's fanfic #writing #love live #love live sunshine #sakurauchi riko #tsushima yoshiko #tsushime yohane #yohane #yohariko #long post

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hellolittlefoxie · 5 years ago

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With You - Part 1

Sometime in the early morning hours of December 31st, our first year together officially began. It was nothing extravagant, no flowers, no romantic dinner. It was just in the intimacy of sitting alone while the the city slept that it began.

Our first full day together was surprisingly casual, not to be surprised given the circumstances of the time but it was a day I cherish very much. Running errands, such as picking and dropping of your momma, a workout session along the Embarcadero, a meet up with a friend for dinner, and watching the city glisten from a new viewpoint as we brought the new year together in the calm and quiet of your living room, giving each other a smile as we looked out the window to your neighborhood.

January

The first day of the new year was a bittersweet one. You took me to Chinatown, where you got me some hong kong milk tea, and some deliciously flaky egg tarts. And then drove me across the the bridge to show me Sausalito for the first time. Here I fell in love with the small town vibes, and serenity that came from viewing SF from the distance as the windows turned to gold while the sun set. But that night would be a lonely one as I had to say good bye to you a and drove down the darkness of the 5.

The 2nd adventure of the year took us to the legendary Bill Graham to see none other than your favorite trance DJ, with BJ and the rest of Norcal Anaho. A blurry night where we broke our necks you broke your neck as you complained about it for the rest of the weekend. Had some wonderful family time with Anaho as we did a photoshoot at an abandoned bunker, had dinner at my fave place in SF, San Tung, chilled at Amanda’s house, explored new areas of the city, and had one of the more memorable nights at Travelodge with our first wine and snack night.

February

“Are we celebrating Valentine’s?” “No not really.”

Was basically the gist of one of our conversations. But that weekend after Valentine’s had us back together, me dressed up a little nicer than usual, and you glowing in your pretty gray dress, and coat, as we spent our first “non valentine’s day celebration” in the middle of downtown. A night where we explored LA’s downtown night life together for the first time, where I pointed to to you the Denny’s I went to after prom, a geography lesson on LA’s layout on top of a rotating bar. Then home to celebrate with some sparkly you had given me as part of my gift. Our cravings the next day took us to Koreatown for KBBQ, with Evelyn and Steven, the nicer side of Melrose for some disappointing milk tea from Alfred’s Teahouse, and a spontaneous double date with Jazz and Danny to some pizza diner in Hollywood. A little detour to Little Tokyo, and to find the instagram hotspot with the red and blue lights and our weekend came to an end as we waved good bye to each other as your bus pulled away taking a sleepy you back home.

March

After a commitment that was made at Snowglobe more than a year before, this was the month we traveled across the country to finally walk the fabled grounds of Ultra. The whole month was full of kandi making and anxious anticipation of what would it be like to finally be at the festival both of us had only been able to experience from livestreams, and youtube videos. Finally on the third weekend of March we saw each other at the airport with Ben and Amanda cockblocking my hug to you. Waking up at 5 in the morning that day felt like a distant memory as I had gone from LA to Austin to holding your hand in Miami after a 12+ hour trip. That night as it is the usual for Anaho to do after a long time apart had everyone talking loud, challenging each other to drink more shots, and of course the night wasn’t complete without a few people throwing up. The next three days had us jumping up and down to Tiesto, vibing to Kaskade, getting wild for kayzo and being had us in awe at the reunion of SHM, and every night had us wandering through downtown Miami as we raced everyone else back to the airbnb to see who would be able to shower first. Dressing up as Jasmine and Aladdin, having matching outfits with your silver top and my gray camo for day two, munching on some expensive festival food, getting lost in the crowd of internationals while you held my hand, downed at least three red bulls a day, and I couldn’t have asked for a better rave bae or better way to experience Ultra.

April

A few weeks back you had asked me if I wanted to go with you to the the AKPsi formal, not wanting to miss out on this I excitedly said yes, that weekend in April I flew in late in the afternoon where you drove us down to the outdoor shopping mall in San Jose, after not being able to go to the rooftop bar you initially wanted to take me to, we ended up at a different bar, you seemed flustered at that but it’s okay because we still had a great time, especially after a seafood dinner, and some ice cream. A boba pitstop later and our second road trip began we made our way to our hotel in the good ol’ Central Valley. Two hours of your Merced playlist, and singing our hearts out to some throwback songs, and before we knew it we were checking in and drinking wine at our surprisingly nice hotel, too bad for the squeaky bed though. The next day we found ourselves in Merced, a coffee shop and a creepy antique store later and we found ourselves at the banquet hall where I started to meet some of your Merced fam. We helped out for a while and realized how much it felt like college, helping out and setting up for a banquet, and it brought back good memories. After saying bye to my new friends we headed out to explore the bustling metropolis that Merced is, you were the boss and tour guide here as you showed me around telling me stories of where you would go hang out, where you used to run, your old apartments and every now and then I would interject telling you “HEY I’VE BEEN HERE TOO!” It was great hearing your stories from college and made it easier to imagine 2011-2015 Tiff and all the wonderful memories you made there. After a Tacobell snack at the park we went on to your little’s house to prepare for the banquet. The rest of night consisted of me admiring you in your little black dress, and hearing other people rave about how good you looked as well, seeing you with your line, and your fraternity and people saying, “I’ve heard so much about you!” Was heartwarming as we ate and danced for a bit at the banquet. However the real party would be afterwards and it felt like I was transported back to my college days as we stripped down to comfier and more fitting house party clothes. The pregame began, and the warmth from the alcohol went hand in hand with the warm night in Merced. It was amusing to see how our night unraveled as we snuck in the back of the house to avoid bouncers into a dark and humid room with a bunch of dabs grinding and dudes being bros. Then as soon as the alcohol ran out, we jumped over to the next party, until the college drama started and we ended walking out and back through the neighborhood to our pregame spot. A few shots later, and a few lines as well and everyone was having a great time with both new and old friends. After a the cops showing up, and people knocking out or being too drunk the party started to dwindle down and we found ourselves on the couch you and your hot pocket, and me in tears about how much I love you. After waking up and getting ready a quick photoshoot with my film camera and we found ourselves on campus for your little’s grad shoot. Some quick thai food after and a couple of good byes to both your littles we were back on the road to the bay. Our April weekend coming to an end up on the hills of Berkeley, with the sunset and some “vegan pizza.”

May

The first half of May, you found yourself halfway across the world, exploring the old continent. Your two week cruise vacation across Europe would bring you to Denmark, Norway, Germany, Estonia, Russia, Finland, and Sweden. You explored new and old cities, and we would be in touch sparingly as you were in and out of wifi connection, we would webcam at odd hours, but either way it made me happy you were back in Europe because you speak so fondly of it. And despite not having a good connection you still managed to send me constant videos, pics, and updates while I was sleeping or in class, and it made me excited to be able to webcam you even if it was for like 5 minutes. Once you were back in the States, it was a struggle for a couple days for you to make it past 8 without knocking out whenever we would webcam.

The second half of the month was filled with many adventures as we saw each other not once but twice! In a weekend full of firsts I can’t help but highlight how amazing it was to experience camping with you in such a picturesque part of California, the visuals in your car and just melting in your seat as the music took us to a different dimension, and then the journey through middle earth that we undertook while on shrooms, even though we probably only walked like 100 yards in real life, dying at Jared’s exaggeration of “Car… Car… Car…” and Steven’s “IT’S A MILLION MILES AWAY.” And then our intimate bath experience under a sky full of stars and the waves crashing beneath us was truly a magical moment. Showering naked in public and smelling the earthy body wash and looking over the darkness is something I will hold onto because it was such a unique experience. And coming back to cuddle in the tent until it was time for us to leave and do another mini road trip. A drive that took us to the little underwhelming McWay Falls, Sharkfin Cove, Carmel, Santa Cruz there’s nothing better than driving back to SF jamming out to Christian music. This time our good bye didn’t feel too sad because we would be seeing each other the weekend after.

The last weekend of May was wild as all of Norcal came down to “surprise” Ben for his birthday. Even though the surprise failed it was still a great way to show our best friend how much we appreciate him as we got lit to wine, met and fed a few friendly floofs, and rented out an Airbnb to continue the party for the rest of the weekend. Four full days of you and I was feeling quite spoiled. My favorite memories from that weekend were exploring the south side of OC, and playing spikeball as the sunset, all the cuddle sessions of sleeping for four nights together, letting you drive Aria down to our airbnb as I DJ’ed, and feeling like our time together was never going to end, playing table tennis, and basketball with you , and having the opportunity to share so many different plates of food with you everywhere we went.

June started off great as well as I saw you for the third consecutive week, this time you decided to pull of an Illenium like I had done last year and had decided to surprise me to go see my favorite dubstep DJ, MaRLo, at the almost legendary Exchange. We decided to surprise the trance fam squad after getting some dranks up somewhere in the LA skyline and then going back to the car so you could change and we could pregame a little more, and I remember that while Char spazzed out over you, some people weren’t that happy to see you *cough.* And even though our time this weekend was short lived I am grateful that you were so down to do something like that for me.

Our first official summer get together was coming up to see you! My first time at Temple, and to top it off having a table with bottle service, seeing Jazz get litty like we hadn’t seen, and then singing Cinema with Steven as lit you got the better of me and we ended up having an argument outside El Faro. A little funny now that I think about it, but like every other argument before this it always ends on a positive note with one of us seeing the mistake in their reasoning, apologizing or compromising and learning from our mistakes, a walk through the hood, and we found ourselves back at Evelyn’s where you accidentally stayed the night by knocking out on the couch after stuffing our faces on El Faro burritos. I remember the day after was a really warm one as we wandered the Castro to Dolores park a little high on brownies. Thinking how great it was to experience one of SF’s unique festivals with you and some matcha ice cream from your favorite spot. The day after was probably one of favorites too as we walked around the main parade but had to end the day early because Bryan had to leave early. But this didn’t stop us from coming back to the celebrations, except this time we had some fizzy Rosé to accompany us as we walked back to Civic Center where the main event was taking place. Taking in the atmosphere of such an event and having you there to talk about which one us would make it to 90K first made my flight down a happy one, as I reminisced about you, the cherry cooler we bought later on, our time in the backseat next to the park, and the delicious lasagna.

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dearfracturedheart · 8 years ago

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Note: So, ahmmmm, I've made an early 2016 note last November and didn't publish it due to...TOO MUCH DRAMAS HAHAHAHA.

2016 have passed like a flash, well atleast for me. There have been a real whole lot of ups and downs... but I still didn’t expect that it would start and end just like that. I’ve been too much, I guess and I must say, I’m proud of my little self that I’ve made it this far . You should be, too! ♡

2016 was indeed a year of realizations (you’re right, Kylie! :p) And of all the pain it has brought to many, I think that’s the reason why we get to realize so much. Well atleast, we didn’t feel that it actually lasted longer —you know, it was a leap year HAHAHA.

We really won’t know what should we expect for a year... like what shall we go through, who shall we meet, who are going to leave, how much money we’ll earn (and spend, of course), what challenges we’ll get to encounter, what new things we’ll get to discover, and what new ideas we’ll get to learn. However, this fact gives us the thrill and I shall say it is a perk as well for us to know ourselves better on how we’ll get to handle them.

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My personal 2016 experiences: (good, bad, and everything in between lol)

x First up to share, well, I’ve lost some people and that’s the worst(est) part of all the worst(s) this year. I had a really hard time accepting this but I am okay now. Realization: This situation is really, truly, indeed painful but it will happen to all of us, eventually. On the other hand, they’re in good hands of God, our Almighty Father! ♡

x Prom (: (I almost wanted to skip prom because that’s after my lolo left us) So I didn’t enjoy that much because you know, maybe the situation that I had uncontrollably refrained me. And add the fact that I really didn’t feel beautiful that night and I totally lost my confidence. Plus, I was late and so I made a huge grand entrance (OHMYGOODNESS that was the time I just want to be swallowed by the ground or to be abducted by aliens or anyway that I could teleport to my far far away seat from the door WOOH LOL OMG AGAIN). So yes, I didn’t smile genuinely the whole night which was the opposite feeling of everyone, I guess. It was unforgettable, indeed. I just felt it in a little different way (:

♡ ♡ ♡ But... I would really like to thank everyone that night. Lol I really like really appreciate your urge to make me happy and try to make me forget my burden that night. Thank you for your efforts, friends! I LOVE YOU ALL! ♡

Realization: Don’t let yourself act in a way you can regret especially for a once in a lifetime events like this. Also, appreciate! ♡

x Valentine’s Day ♡ No, no — I didn’t go on any date if that’s what you think, LOL. Last year’s special day of love happened to be on Sunday, which is... CHURCH AND FAM DAY! Spent it very well (: Received some sweets the day after that in school, uy thanks sa inyo hahaha lol.

x School Concert 2016. Well, I was an officer when I was in grade 9 (treasurer lol) And such concert is planned and prepared anually by the Supreme Student Government which I was part of that time. Although... unfortunately, I didn’t have classmates to cheer on, I got to dance a doxology together with my classmates (benta nga nun e nakakailan na lol), and as an officer, I really really think all the time and effort we’ve spent there were all worth it —100%. It was a success and I personally did enjoy it! (: #HardworkPaidOff

x I missed our section’s after school year-swimming party, as well as our recognition day. Hmmm...SAD )):

but... the counterpart is...

x Magnaye Fam Travels! ♡ THE BEST PART OF MY YEAR! I wouldn’t give much details. Just my thoughts about it. WOOT! Sooo... this was actually the first time I really had a real family bond. We were isolated from everyone in more than two weeks and that was really amazing! My father has been working abroad since 2006—just so you know why this experience gave me so so so much feels. This was my longest part of the year and the one I treasure the most. SUCH AN UNFORGETTABLE ONE! THANK YOU SO MUCH, DADDY. THANK YOU SO MUCH, LORD! ♡ Realtalk: Treasure your family. Never leave nor hate nor forsake them and remember to always choose them first! They’ll always be the best part of your lives (:

x LAST SCHOOL YEAR FOR JHS. SMH FOR LASTS, GUYS! Of course, tenth grade...stressful, indeed. I didn’t feel the flow of it that much because of the busy schedule (of all of us had it!!!) But we sure did make a lot of memories to share! ♡ So... these are some of my grade 10 memories...

1. ACQUAINTANCE PARTY - #BOODLEFIGHT #FIRSTTIMER okay ang saya po neto (((((: problem-free days pa LOL CHAR! but seriously, so united except sa camera chos again HAHAHAHA! CHEERS TO MORE MEMORIES WITH ALBERT!!!

2. SCHOOL YELL - the first all-members-of-the-class competition (: Congrats to us, guys! #SaturdayPracticesPaidOff LOL. ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF IT—practice days, the gastos sa costume, the puro-pagalit times, the actual contest, and of course...the announcement of winners. #LetsGoAlbert LOL ♡

3. SABAYANG PAGBIKAS - second and last all-members-of-the-class competition (: More likely the same as the first one but more of everything—more practice, more pagalit, more pagdurusa (sa actions jusko), more sabog ang faces nung contest and... more fun! (: Congrats again, Albert!!! #StressPaidOff

4. MARIAN CLUB - never thought I would actually belong to this club one day LOL. BUT #thankful!!! Well, you know from INDAYOG-YOUNG PYTHAGOREAN’S CLUB-SSG-MARIAN CLUB. Hmmm super not connected but had lots of experiences because of such ((; Moreover, masarap pala talaga sa feeling magserve kay Lord hehe ♡ #READER #COLLECTOR #MAGKAKANDILA

5. BACKSTAGE BABIES (CULTURAL) - it’s indeed not always the ones who are seen by many ang important :pp Grabe po effort namen dito ha HAHAHAHA SML. Annnnd yah... #worthit

6. TNTD - OKAY BYE CONCERT. Sige, puro po panghihinayang. But accepted na po ((: Baka di talaga para samen kahit sayang LOL. Still got these memories to remember with TNTD babies hehe ♡ Though sacrifices didn’t come to be that worth it, we know we’ve done our best. May mga bagay lang siguro talagang di para satin. CHAROT!

7. POEM WRITING(S) - lol definitely what I really loved. BUT!!! didn’t use much skills ‘cos circumstances :pp HAY! LOLJK HAHAHA K LANG PO. #ipushangexperiences

8. RETREAT - kinda expected more but yeah, learned though. I’ll always treasure those two days with my second fam ♡ Well, I cried a lot but... “crying is good for the soul” Had a nice soul searching too ^___^ Nights with the Angels is ♡ And maybe, thank you’s and sorry’s are enough for my soul ((: and heart!!! plus foods are sa pagkakasarap HAHAHA!!! THANKS, MARELLO (kung tama spelling HAHAHA) love for albert always!!!!

9. REVIEW BABIES - my unexpected fam ♡ ♡ ♡ THOUGH NOT TOGETHER ‘TIL THE END, HA SOME FANTASTIC MEMORIES #FREEBIRDS ♡ love you dreamers, keri natin toh!!!

10. INTRAMS - dancenastics kinda intrams LOL. #notsoworthit #perohappy HEHE. #LASTCHEERINGDAYS #FORALBERT #MAMIMISS #SAGAD soooo proud po of everyone ♡ lurv lurvvvvv

11. FIELD TRIP - ANG SAYA SAYA!!!! regret free plus memory full ^______^ plus kumpleto organs sa sta HUHU. Kahit medyo bigo po sa rides HAHAHA. And may pawar ng kante sa 500 na yan jusko!!! sml, still ♡

12. LYF - BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS DAY ANDDDDD WORTH IIIIIT!!!! though super super super duper bitin e super duper mega uber SAYA. Kahit super snob ni ano HAHAHAHA CHAROT joke lang asar e. All the love for seniors ‘17!!! ♡ (kahit medyo seniors ‘19 tayo ‘cos k12 lol) UNITY IS SO HEART HEART AND RAVE IS SO HART HARTER!!!!

13. SHOOTING DAYS - okay, thanks, MAPEH. Created the best memories here. From photoshoots to film shoots (: #ONEFAM IKENNAT. LOVED THOSE DAYS SO MUCH. lived. laughed. loved. TOO MUCH LAUGHTERS AND FEELS. SML SML SML!!!!!!!!

14. CHRISTMAS PARTY - TOO MUCH TEARS. CHAROT PERO CHRUE!!! Bakit nga ba Christmast Party pa nagsipag-inarte HAHAHA. TNTD TNTD Semis!!!! ♡ #kabadomuch #ay #dinangapalakasale HAHAHAHA. #ExpectTheUnexpected #MEH but... the best-er isss... #THEAFTERPARTY #ORGANS4LYF

15. THE AFTER SCHOOL GALA(S) - most important po. Iba iba ang kasama but foods are life! ♡ and hashtag dahilan kung bat di nakakaipon!!! pero nakakaipon naman ng mga kwento EHE. SML SML.

OKAY TOO MUCH NA CHAROT. More...

x MY 16TH! ♡ hoy grabe the best!!!! for more info, check @fb #FIRSTTIMERSASURPISE!!! nagfumeeling special tuloy ang lola mo HAHAHAHA BUT REALLY, THE BEST!!!!! thank you ebribadi especially my bestest and the bestest friendddd hehe love you forever keyluhhh ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Okay, I guess I should stop there.

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2016 had a lot of bumps. But yeah, I won’t share bad memories (they’re too many and not worth sharing lol) #nagpupumositivesalife. Eitherway, I loved and was loved. I’ve hurt people and I was badly wounded, too. Definitely, I’ve learned a lot.

To everyone who has been part of it, THANK YOU SO MUCH. You completed it and you’re a huge huge huge part of it. You may be staying or have already left, but you’re on my book now. Wala na kayong kawala so di ako magtatampo, okay? :) Goodluck to your new chapters sa ibang book!

SORRY. To whoever and how many are you whom I’ve hurt in any way possible last year, pardon me, please. Most probably, I just did what I thought was the right thing. Cheer up, okay? ^____^

Cheers to more memories with you, all! (well, hopefully) Good luck to all of us!

THANK YOU, LORD GOD! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

AND YEAH, THANKS 2016! I almost forgot LOL.

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Date: February 5, 2017. Pardon me. It’s not too late to post this, right? Okay whatever, I’m gonna post this anyway.

I’ve survived my first month this 2017, THANK GOD ♡

And if you’re wondering... yeah, I already cried too! ((;

AND I’M READY FOR THE REMAINING 10 AND 3/4 MONTHS. #ALWAYSFIGHTING #KEEPITREAL #BEKINDANDSTAYSTRONG

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