#we use to talk on the phone all the timeeee

[bobawitch]

Hey could you write something abt Nick and reader being best friends and like she gets heartbroken and Nick is js there for her bc their like bestie until the restie so ya‼️ but I love your writing and if you can’t write this or your uncomfortable with it I get it!! Thank you for your timeeee :))))

a/n: i hope this is what you were thinking of, i recently got dumped so this was rlly helpful

wc: 967

cw: none just platonic stuff

Nick had been one of your closest friends for years now, you had met once at a sale for urban outfitters when you were 18. He grabbed a shirt with excitement and noticed the price, scrunching up his face and shaking his head, throwing it back on the rack. You noticed and laughed, making a comment about the price and how a sale isn’t actually a sale. And that’s all it took, soon enough you were inseparable. You, Nick, and Madi were always hanging out, just as you were when you first met your boyfriend, Madi hyped you up to go talk to him but he beat you to it. You almost immediately caught feelings for the boy and Nick was there helping you pick your outfit for your first date. That was about a year and a half ago and even though your boyfriend was nice and caring you noticed that he had his flaws. Unfortunately for you, Nick noticed too. So currently you sat in bed staring at your phone, the words “Read 15 minutes ago” haunting your brain.

Your stomach twisted into pretzels trying not to let your worst nightmares cloud your mind. Soon the familiar bubbles popped up on your screen, you whipped up in bed, clutching your phone with your breath stuck in your throat. You watched as the 4 dreaded words came to your screen. “We need to talk.” Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you slowly began to type “Ok.” You watched the message send before your phone buzzed, a phone call you never wanted to answer popping up. Slowly you pressed the green accept button and held the phone to your ear. “We need to break up. We aren’t in the same place we used to be.” And que the water works. All the air you had held escaped you, seemingly gone forever. You didn’t respond, you just hung up. Quickly scrolling to Nick’s contact and pressing call. “Heyyyyyyy! I’m in the car with Chris and Ma-” Nick fell silent as he heard you desperate gasps for breath. “Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong? Hold on, we’re coming to pick you up. Matt, go to Y/N’s house now.” You knew you didn’t need to say anything to Nick. He had heard every fight between you and your boyfriend, knew every single time your boyfriend pissed you off and knew that if you were crying like this that there was something extra bad happening. 

Within 10 minutes Nick was in your apartment and Matt and Chris had gone to get you food, Nick’s orders. He walked into your room and sat on your bed, pulling you into a tight hug. You felt like you were in another world, like you were watching yourself cry into Nick. Honestly part of you was happy you weren’t totally in it because it felt a bit embarrassing to be this upset over someone else. Nick gently petting your hair as he let you cry into him. After a few sad songs and a good 20 minutes of crying you had stopped, sniffling and pressing the puffiness that had accumulated around your eyes. “He broke up with me…” You softly admitted and Nick’s face contorted. “Ew, what a fucking idiot.” You giggled a pained giggle before looking up at the boy. “Yeah I guess so.” He smiled at you and pulled out his phone. “You know what helps me when men decide to be stupid?” You shook your head as you watched Nick open tik tok. Quickly he pulled up an old video of Matt and handed you the phone. “You boyfriend broke up with you? Here’s what I’m going to say, you ready? His loss. It’s ok that you’re single, it’s ok that you don’t have a boyfriend.” You stifled a laugh before liking the video. Nick’s jaw dropped and you smirked over at him. “That person is going to post something about me liking that video, you know that right?” You laughed at Nick’s shock. “Yeah I know.” Nick laughed with his mouth still open before taking his phone back and turning it off. “Matt really spitting facts though, you know that?” You nodded silently, a smile still present on your face. You heard your doorbell ring and stood, walking to your door and opening it to see Matt and Chris holding your favorite milkshake and shitty burger. Chris was leaned against your door frame and Matt held the food out to you. He awkwardly smiled and nodded at you. Chris smiled at you and gave you a fist bump before Nick came over to shoo them off. You closed the door and stared at the food. “Your brothers are awesome, tell Matt I’ll venmo him.” You said as you brought the food to your living room table. “Nope, I paid for it. You don’t need to worry about that right now.” You stood and hugged Nick again, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks once more. “Nuh uh hoe, we just stopped crying, it's food time now.” You sniffled and nodded, stepping back to your food and immediately devouring it. Nick watched in awe before laughing again. “Gimme your phone.” He said, you complied without much thought. Honestly you were in concentration of your food, barely noticing Nick removing your ex from your social media and gallery. 

The day carried on, Nick pulling your focus away from anything that even resembled your new ex. The two of you now sat by your tv, the credits of Edawrd Scissorhands playing in the background. “Sooo now that I’m single, what’s Matt up to?” You were joking of course but seeing Nick whip his head around at you made you bust out laughing. He watched you die laughing before shaking his head. “I hate you bro.” “Love you too Nicky-poo!”

[mer-se]

Two hour long phone call catch ups sometimes is everythin’ sometimes in ways you didn’t know you needed - even as simple as just sharing work drama stories. Get u a friend who repeats your shopping list for you while youre walking around the store every few minutes so your dumb ass doesn’t forget.

[sashi-ya]

Vampire!Law or werewolf!Law?

Hi, hi! I used to be obsessed with vampires back then. Never seen/read Twilight, though. But still. I didn't know if you wanted something NSFW, so I included some, not that explicit just in case. I hope you like it ♥. I loved the prompt so I'd probably be extending this story, perhaps with more OS someday!.

Vampire! Law x Reader.

Countryside town AU. No gender description. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers. TW: Blood. Slightly hurted animals. Kind of blood play. Soft NSFW. WC: 4.4K AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31552169

Drawing done using a base from: deviantart.com/shadow-bases

It’s a cold night, puffs of steamy air coming out from your mouth as you quickly walk to your parents’ house. The moon shines in between foggy clouds that cover a dark sky. You regret the moment when you accepted going out, plus everything around seems a little threatening. You are used to the city you were living in until now, and somehow forgot the feeling of living in your hometown. But, your old friends wanted to see you, and you couldn’t just say no.

The old town you were born in seemed to have never evolved. Since the day you left your parents’ house and moved to campus in the big city, the town has preserved its own style, the same houses, the same old shops.

Reddish dried leaves crunches under your feet, and some crickets sing in the dark. You grab your phone just to check the hour. 00:00. You are a little bit tired; you’ve been driving the whole day to get there, but even though you were exhausted your old friends insisted on celebrating your comeback to the nest.

You are about to get to your house, when a sudden noise creeps the hell out of you, but you realize it’s just a cute white cat. “Hello kitty, you scared me!”, you say as the little cat comes purring. You crouch and pet it, after all it was too cute to not play with it.

“Bepo… Bepo… where the hell are you?”, you hear a man’s voice that comes closer. “Are you Bepo?”, you ask the little kitten and try to see what his collar says. “Bepo!!, there you are!”, a young man says with a gravelly voice.

“Oh, excuse me!”, you tell him as he comes closer to grab the white ball of fur. “Oh no, it's ok! I was about to go to sleep and I was looking for him. Did you scare her/him/they, Bepo?”, he says, approaching you, bending down and petting the kitten’s head.

The clouds move allowing the moonshine to bathe his face, revealing refined face features. A straight but snub nose, white pale skin, black spiky hair that ends up with sideburns, a goatee, and intense grey eyes with very dark circles were his main features. He was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life so you stay caught on his face for a little while.

A cold breeze blows your hair and somehow a chill runs through your spine, as you hear the sound of wind chimes dancing along on the front porch of a wooden house. “Do you live in this town? I haven’t seen you before… I mean, I’m kind of new into town though…” he says to you with a smile while lifting the cat on his slender, pale and tattooed hands.

You stand up and say “Oh, uhm...I’ve recently graduated so I came back to my parents’ house to work with them, I used to live here, though”. “Oh, I see! Nice to meet you! My name is Law”, he says while extending his hand to you. You hesitate for a second, but then you say “Nice to meet you Law, I’m Y/n”. You shake hands, and realize how cold his skin is, almost as if he was somehow… dead?.

The encounter is disrupted by your dad, who got worried of you not arriving at home and opened the door to see if you were coming. “Y/n! there you are!. Oh, hello young man!, How are you?”, your father says from the front porch. “Goodnight Mr. Y/sn, everything alright! What about you and your wife?” Law says waving at your dad. “She’s inside a little worried for her pancake, that I see you’ve already met!”, your dad tells him while laughing. “Dad… I’m ok, go inside, I’ll be there in a minute”, you say to him, embarrassed.

“Nice to meet you, Law. Have a good night”, you say petting the little cat. “Have a goodnight too, Y/n-ya. I hope I could see you again”, Law says, giving you a side smirk. You nod and walk away.

You flop onto your bed, tired, exhausted. You close your eyes, total darkness until… his eyes… Those crystal grey eyes are the only thing you can see, and then they turn to yellow. And you wake up with a big gasp to the smell of blood.

“What the fuck was that?”, you say, agitated. An orangey sun ray filters from the windows of your teenage years room and hits directly your face. You block the sun with your arm realizing soon it was already morning and today you start working on your old family farm as a vet.

“Good morning little pancakes!!”, your dad greets you, as well as your little brother. Your mum is cooking those delicious breakfasts you used to have when you were younger and you sit on the table, pleased and filled with your family’s love.

The day passes with you meeting all the animals on the farm, you even have to take care of a wounded horse. “Don’t worry Violet, it’s just a little blood, but your leg will be fine”, you say to a black spotted mare that has been jumping on the field and somehow hurt his leg.

At noon, your childhood best friend sends a text telling you that tonight you two should go to “Shambles Bar'' - the one and only bar that has ever been there since you were born - to have fun since it’s Friday. You agree, not because you were a fan of partying but because you missed those old days before you left for uni.

“Leeeeet’s go party like the old timeeees, babeee” your best friend shouts at you while jumping on your bed. “hahaha stop it, you are going to break the bed!!”. You both laugh, get ready and head out.

You pass next to Law’s house and try to see if he is at home, but it seems as if no one is there. “Oi, do you know Law?” you say pointing with your thumb to his house. “Law?”, your best friend asks confused, and continues, “You mean the vampire guy who lives there?, yeah. Why?”. “Vampire guy? what do you mean?” you ask, half confused, half curious. “Haha, the guys call him like this. I mean, have you seen how pale he is? and those dark circles? He looks like he is dead. Plus no one has seen him during the daytime. Ever. But how do you know him?”, she tells you. “Oh, yesterday, his cat, Bepo, came to me. He was looking for the kitty and we happened to talk”, you tell her with a tone that tries to downplay the topic. “Oh, I see. To be honest I don’t even know what he does for a living so I don’t have any more info. Maybe Luffy or Zoro know him, you can ask them tonight”, she says. “Yeah, maybe”, you say and change the topic.

A few drinks after and you and your friends are already dancing to the sound of country music and the humble light system of the old bar, when the same image of those eyes of your dreams flashes before your eyes and a sudden smell of blood hits your nose. You stand still for a moment, scared. “Babe, what is it?”, asks Nami, one of your friends there. “Uh.. n- nothing”, you say confused and keep dancing.

A few seconds later, someone is touching your shoulder from behind. Your friends stand still for a moment with a subtle scared expression, but the touch of that hand felt warm for you, even as if some type of power was running through all of your body.

“Y/n-ya?”, a well-known voice calls you, and you turn around. There he was, Law, “the vampire guy” as your friends call him. “L-Law?”, you say slowly smiling when you see his pale face. “What a coincidence, huh?. I mean the town is not that big…”, he says, and you finish his sentence with a “yeah, and this is the only bar…”. You both laugh and for some seconds your eyes are fixed onto each other’s.

“Oi, Torao! you wanna drink with us?” says Zoro, inviting Law to our table. “Yeah, thanks, Zoro-ya”, he tells him. You all sit and ask waiter Beca to bring you another round of drinks. Law sits next to you.

Sanji, another friend of yours, asks you “You two already know each other?”. “Kind of”, you say laughing a little blushed. “Y/n-ya met Bepo, first!” Law tells your blond friend, laughing.

An old song you and your friends used to dance as “your song” starts playing on the jukebox and you run to the dance floor. You can’t help but gaze at where Law is just to see if he is watching you dance. And he does, he is looking at you, with a smile on his pretty face. Your cheeks turn to red, but you are way grown up to act like a teenager, and decide to invite him to dance. You are driven somehow to him, you don’t really know why, but you are.

“Law, do you wanna dance?”, you tell him, extending your arm as you were calling him to the dancefloor. “You too guys, come here!!” Nami shouts to your friends.

Law stands up and walks to you. Smiling, he incorporates to the circle and starts dancing. He doesn’t dance well, but you just don’t care, you either after all.

A slow song starts to play, romantic also. Robin, another of your friends, tells you that the song is called “I Hear a Symphony”, and that Law should dance with you. You look at her, widening your eyes trying to tell her to stop, but Law grabs one of your hands and tells you “May I have this dance?”. You giggle a little, I mean why is he talking like a prince?, but then you just let yourself go and accept his offer.

The pale guy puts his other hand over your waist and you two start dancing to that pretty melody. For a moment you feel as if you were dancing into a castle, like in another century.

Interlocking your eyes, you start to think that coming back to your hometown wasn’t that bad and somehow you feel as if everything around you disappears. For an instant you believe to see his eyes change colors, from that crystalline grey to an intense brilliant yellowish color, but this time you don’t get scared. You feel attracted more and more to him, as if something invisible was pulling you towards him.

The touch of his hands feels cold, really cold, just like the first time… “is it because it’s almost winter?”, you think. Law is looking at your lips, neck, and something on his expression shows as if he was willing to devour you. And frankly, you too… you lost yourself looking at his mouth, he has it barely open. He has prominent canines that show through the little space in between his lips, and you remember your friend's words “the vampire guy” ...

The slow music is over, and now pop blasts on the bar. The couples part and you all come back to your table. It’s already 2 am, and you all feel exhausted from working all day - except Law, who seems to be really energetic -.

“Well, my dear friends, I’m not a teenager anymore, I think I’m coming back home now”, you inform your friends, to which some of them reply protesting and the others supporting the motion.

“If you want to, I can walk you home. I mean, we are neighbors”, tells you Law. Something inside you says “oh no darling, you are going fast”, but your mouth simply slips a “Oh, thank you, that’d be fine”.

You grab your coat, and head to the door followed by your deadly crush. None of you two say a word the first few steps. Tonight, is even colder than yesterday, but your cheeks are so red, full of blood that you don’t seem to notice the freezing breeze. “He is going to think I’m desperate, like he is the hottest guy I’ve ever met, but still… calm down Y/N”, you say to yourself, while walking thinking about what to say to break the ice.

“The moon looks pretty tonight, doesn’t it?”, he says to you, timidly. You look up to the sky and contemplate a big full moon with reddish tints on its hue. “Oh, I think it is the eclipse they were talking about on tv last night… the “red moon” ...”, you say, but got interrupted by Law, “Yeah, a “blood moon””. The way he said that, felt almost as threatening, but you look at him, and there he is, smiling at you with a friendly face.

You remember you still don’t know shit about him, so you ask him, “Oi, Nami told me you moved into town a few months ago, what did it bring you here?”. He stops for a moment, looking at the ground, but then sketching out a fake smile he tells you, “I got bored from the city, so I moved into the countryside… but to be honest I came mainly because I heard that pumpkin pies here are delicious”. You look at him, because that sounded like a terrible lie but you chose to believe it and when you were about to ask him about what he does for a living, he interrupts you, “Well, it looks like we are already home”. “Oh, yeah, I haven’t noticed, ha-ha”, you say, a little bit annoyed because you wanted to ask him more questions, but mainly sad because the walk was over.

“So… goodnight”, you say to him while fidgeting back and forth with your feet. “Goodnight…” he says. You are both facing each other, and you nor Law are moving. He got his eyes fixed on your lips, and you wish he would just kiss you.

Slowly, little by little, Law approaches his face to yours, closer, closer, until... he stops himself violently. You get scared, but you don’t move a single muscle. “Why… why you… why do you smell like blood?”, he says gasping.

“W-What?”, you ask him confusedly backing up. “You, you smell like blood… have you… your arm…”, he says, snatching your forearm. Suddenly, you remember this morning, you cured Violet, and some blood got spilled on your forearm but you washed the area and took a bath right before going out. “How did you know?”, you ask him.

He remains silent, trying to calm down. “I’m… I’m sorry I have a really sensitive nose”, he says and continues, “Why don’t you go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow, it’s pretty late now. Goodnight”. He says and runs to his house.

You are left there, and for a moment you just can’t process what just happened. “What the fuck, Law?”, you think. A cold shiver on your back announces to you, you should go back home and go to bed. There was no point in staying there.

You snuggle on your bed, still trying to understand but the exhaustion your body felt wins and you fall asleep. Again, those eyes, the smell of blood, the cold touch, you can see, smell, feel it all… “Y/n! pancake!!! wake up!!!”, you hear your dad shouting at you. You open your eyes violently, “What??? What happened dad??”. “The cattle, some… something attacked them…”, he says horrified. “What?” ...

You get dressed and run to the cowshed. A poor steer lays there, he has been attacked by some kind of animal… with fangs, and the poor thing looks like he has lost some blood. Luckily he was still alive, so you helped him instantly.

“Pancakes, what are those wounds on the neck the animal has?”, your dad asks. “To be honest, dad, I don’t know. It looks like some kind of animal has bitten the steer, but didn’t eat it… it looks like… has drunk some of his blood…”, you say to your dad astonished even more than him. “But, what kind of animal could do such a thing?”, he inquiries. “The only ones that could do it are the Desmodontinae, or vampire bats… but they are not typical in this hemisphere…

The incident quickly spread and everyone in town was talking about it. Luckily the animal recovered in a few hours, as the wounds weren’t that bad.

You can’t stop thinking about Law, and quickly you forget about the animal incident. He has been on your mind all morning, “why did he run away?” ... That afternoon you decide to go see if Law is at home, you really need to ask him about last night… Plus, deep inside you are a little bit annoyed, you wanted him to kiss you…

You ring the bell of the wooden house, but there is no answer. Since the blinds were all shut down, you think that he must be at work.

Suddenly little Bepo appears meowing from the backyard. “Hi Bepo!! Is your daddy at home?”, you ask the little cat while ruffling his head fur. The cat rubs on your leg and then walks back to the backyard, so you decide to follow him.

If Law isn’t at home you could perhaps take a look at his patio. You are curious and he represented a mystery you wanted to decode, really bad.

At first you think you’ve seen someone looking at you from one of the windows of the house, but you thought it was just your imagination. You trespass private property.

The patio showed nothing but a bucket on one of the corners, next to an old mossy bench. You follow Bepo, and as you are approaching the metal pail that has something red inside, your phone rings. “God damn!!”, you jump scared. The phone screen shows an unknown number calling, “That’s weird”, you say and pick up. “Hello?”, “Hi!, Y/n-ya, it’s me, Law. I’m sorry to bother you but I wanted to apologize about last night”. Law… LAW! You realize you are still in his yard so you quickly leave the place and start walking home. “Don’t worry, I guess it must be a little intimidating to be with someone that smells like… blood”, you say. A silence takes the call but then Law simply laughs -again, a fake laugh- and tells you that he will call you later to compensate you for last night. You agree and say goodbye.

You close the door behind you leaning over it, gasping. Your heart races. What if he knows you’ve been stalking his house…? “I’m such a creep”, you say to yourself, and go to your room.

You spend the afternoon in your backyard with your mum, October is about to end so the fall season is at its peak. Maple leaves fall from a big tree next to your porch and garnish the patio with its coppery colors.

That night, your parents and brother were invited to a party in the next town, so they won’t come back until the next day. After a hot meal you go to sleep. You haven’t received any messages from Law yet and you wonder if you should text him or just let him do it first. You finally decide that he should be texting you first, so you snuggle in bed and close your eyes. For the third night in a row, you dream with those eyes, with the smell of blood. But, this time it's so intense that you awake instantly in the middle of the night. “Again?”, you say while brushing your hand over your eyes.

Suddenly you hear something knocking on your window… “Law?!”, you say, gasping. He mimics something similar to an “open please”. Your bed is next to the window so you are still sitting there in your pjs, so you stretch to open the window.

“What are you doing here?”, you ask him while helping him to enter. Law sits on the bed and tells you, whispering “I’m sorry, I was missing you, I really, really needed to see you… plus I told you I wanted to compensate for yesterday”.

A subtle light from the moon illuminates half of your faces, and you are speechless. “So, this is how he plans to compensate for running away last night? He is on my bed… he looks so sexy… damn”, you think. But Law starts acting innocently, and begins to ask you about the trophies on your shelves.

You tell him about how good you were at volleyball when you were in high school, and he tells you that he was too. “Where did you take that picture?”, he asks, pointing to an old photo you had pinned on the cork board. “This one?” you say, and when you grab it the side of the paper cuts your finger softly but enough to make some blood sprout. “Ouch!”, you say and you are about to take your finger to your mouth when Law grabs your wrist violently. “L-Law?!! What are you doing?”, you tell him, scared trying to unfasten from his hand. Law doesn’t speak, he starts to tremble, he is breathing fast, he is squeezing your wrist.

“Let me go, Law!” you say, but he doesn’t hear. He is somehow focused on perhaps staying still, trying to avoid something. He suddenly looks at you, his expression resembles a beast, beads of sweat run through his temples. His eyes change from grey to a bright yellow, his pupils dilate. His prominent canines are now true fangs.

Law is salivating, his veins are now visible on his forehead, you can see how his blood pumps faster. You can’t understand what the hell is going on, but for some reason you don’t scream. You concentrate on his eyes, you are able to see a remaining humanity in them, so you are far from scared.

He lets go of your hand, and kneels on the floor. Law is panting soundly; he is fighting against himself. “Calm down”, you say to him. He looks up to you, with tears in his eyes, still emitting guttural sounds. He is surprised to see how your face doesn’t show terror, nor contempt. You don’t know why, but you are even more attracted to him, dangerously attracted. You were willing to let him drink your blood if he wanted to…

With a smirk on your face, you say to him, “Blood is what you want, huh?”. He opens his mouth, and a pair of sharp fangs are shown. He shakes his head, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he needs you. “I trust you; I know you won’t hurt me. You can drink from me”, you offer him. You know he is able to stop, and somehow everything makes sense. The poor animal this morning, he has just drunk a little blood but didn’t inflict mortal wounds to it. If he was that considerate to an animal, he will probably be with you too. -Or that is what you wanted to believe-.

He swallows, and still trembles and without any warning he pounces on you. Your back hits your bed and he's over you. He fixes his eyes on yours and asks you, "are you sure about this?". "Uhum", you nod. You are so desperate for him, that you probably consider yourself a beast more than him.

Law buries his fingers on your cheeks, and violently moves your head to the side, exposing your neck. You feel a few drops of saliva that falls into your skin from his mouth, and see how he approaches your neck.

He bites you, but even if it hurts, he is drinking your blood from your carotid so subtly, so carefully. A few seconds later, he stops. Some of your warm blood runs from the wound onto your bed.

"T-Thank you…" he says, planting a soft kiss over the little holes on your skin, caressing your hair. "You are welcome", you say, almost naturally as if being bitten by some kind of beast was something you always do.

But suddenly, you start to experience some kind of pressure on your chest, and breathing becomes difficult. Your eyes roll back, and you feel different. You look at him, trying to understand what is going on, and he simply brushes his tattooed hands over your face. "Don't worry, it's normal. You are not going to turn into… me. But, a little bit of me runs through your veins now…". He says, brushing his hand over his mouth trying to clean the mess your vital fluid has left on his lips.

You are not worried about becoming into a vampire or whatever the hell he is, but because you are experiencing a strong need to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. "Kiss me", you command him.

He looks at you, still settled over your body and your lips meet. His tongue invades your mouth, and you can taste the metallic rests of your blood on his mouth.

Without separating your mouths helps you take off your white -blood stained- shirt and then you do the same with him. His torso shows a big design inked on his skin, and a few wounds.

His fangs subtly scrape your skin, from your neck, to your chest, lower through your stomach. He spreads your legs with his strong arms, and softly but enough to leave some marks, bites the skin of your inner thighs. The feeling of those fangs softly ripping the first layers of your skin made yourself squirm in pleasure.

His yellow eyes fix on yours, and now he is devouring your sex. You throw your head back and surrender to his skilled tongue movements. What follows next is an extremely hard pounding session, that leaves you trembling, exhausted, sore… but satisfied.

Since then, every night you let him slowly drink you up, drop by drop, giving to him a bit of your life every time. Your eyes slowly changed colors, first a little patch of yellow, then half of your right iris…

A deadly, dangerous attraction, that won’t last forever… or maybe, if you decide to let everything aside and turn into a full vampire like him… who knows? maybe your obsessive love for him would end up changing your life… forever. ♥

[tigre-edi-rawr]

The beginning.

November 9, 2021. All it took was a simple "Heyaa" in a private message to start it all. I made a joke about how a Ramos from the past had previously wounded me, and you responded jokingly, "change name na ko." Then I discovered you're a seaman. I knew right away that I shouldn't develop romantic feelings, that I don't do long-distance relationships, and that I'd told you that. You didn't reply after that. You left my messages seen for four days.

November 13, 2021. I saw your message. "Gooodmorning. Naalala kita hahaha dumaan ako ng cabuyao. Dito me Nuvali ngayon" then you asked "Can I see you before going home? Daanan lang kita." I was weirded out tbh haha, but I refused politely. "Okay maybe some other timeeee just wanna make myday meaningful." I realized now that if I agreed to meet you at that time, we wouldn't be able to talk for long. Maybe I'll lose interest if you give me the impression that you're looking for a relationship and I'm not. Or that you're so into me that it's creeping me out. I was talking to several men at the time, and I didn't even notice you that much. My focus is never solely on a single man.

Everything happened so quickly. I can only recall how I began to like you through chat. The more you speak, the more I want to know you. The more I learn about you, the more I see myself wanting you. You're one-of-a-kind. You're a giant mold of all my desires. The way you think, the words you use, your life perspective, and the way your brain works. I've never met anyone like you. It's astonishing how genuine you are while also being perfectly suited to me. It's driving me insaneeeee!

I remember wanting to try ukay-ukay shopping, and you said you'd come with me. At the time, I imagined us wearing matching outfits, acting silly together, and laughing. I was ecstatic to be able to do so. I was even planning what to wear because I wanted to look nice.

Then, it happened. Us.

November 20, 2021. It had been a long day. I went shopping for our home's supplies, cooked meals and did my laundry. I remember being so sleepy because I was exhausted. But then we started talking about going to the beach, and you invited me to join you and your friend's outing. I was feeling a lot of emotions... thrilled, elated, and gratified. I was also concerned because I could feel my body heating up. I'm not sure if it's safe or you are somewhere I can be safe. But I knew I wanted to come because I wanted to see you. I want to get to know you in person. That's why I agreed; I was waiting for a concrete plan. However, plans have changed. We were going on our trip, just the two of us. At a hotel resort, I never even heard before. It was crazy. I was feeling a lot of crazy. But I was ecstatic as fuck.

An hour of jeepney ride... I can't help but think about what would happen, or maybe I should sleep during the ride to rest my brain.

When the jeepney dropped me off at SM Calamba, I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find you. I walked around, checking everyone, and you're not there. I remember thinking maybe it was all a prank, that I should head back home. My phone died so I can't contact you. I figured I'd give it one more shot and find somewhere to charge my phone. I was about to walk upstairs at the time when I thought I saw you inside SM Calamba. I looked again, and there you were. We were both smiling as we met halfway. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

You're astonishingly tall. I'm not sure why I can't stop staring at you; maybe it's because I'm used to being the tall one. You look so neat, so young. You're so close I can smell you. Don't even get me started on your voice, which is both cute and manly. It sounded gentle but manly. I recall feeling unkempt when I stood or walked next to you. It was a strange sensation as if I were ugly.

I'm not sure what it is about being in a grocery store with you that makes me happy. The spark was present. We did buy food, mostly yours because I only chose one snack. But I want to remember the best moment I had with you in Calamba. You treated those tricycle drivers as if they were your friends, and you knew how to make them laugh. It felt good. I knew you were a decent man, but it left me speechless. You come across as cool and entertaining.

[fandom-sheep]

16 MAR 22 Miss Trixtin

Minecraft :D Part 1/1

Mumza is live! I’m late!

She found land!

She has her own island now. As she should.

No mumza please don’t leave the tree hanging.

Mumza killing all the pigs cause she can. We love her.

Oh I forgot her skin had a little panda outfit.

I wish I didn’t have to verify my phone number to talk in her chat. I don’t trust Twitch with my phone number.

Littering stew. Blindness stew.

Oh hi dadza.

Basic and beautiful something.

She mows the lawn

Dadza “they probably had it coming” then vanishes into void

Dadza getting mumza one more alcohol.

Ah were building a house before she makes dinner.

Cursed combo wood house! Hooray!

Dadza delivery service

He’s so proud of her. Awww

Moosic?

A lovely little chat house

Mumza getting stressed on Philz’ behalf for MCC.

The fact she has to side watch it. I love these two.

Get that zombie mumza.

I like this music.

Glass time!

“Always mine your grass” a lesson learned from Phil.

I love Kristen. Having two shields and both being in her chest. She’s just playing the game and I love it.

Chat demands torches

Mumza merch probably soon? Oh wait it was a joke. Mumza can’t even do in chat poll.

15 minutes! Go mumza you can do it!

No pattern. Only cursed.

Square house!

Unique square house of all da woods

Mumza is my comfort streamer now. Wilbur get out.

Acacia door! My least favorite door but it’s nice here.

Texture. And glass panes.

Windows. Make houses better.

Dirt roof? Maybe? Hopefully?

Dirt carpet already.

Uneven lovely windows.

Mumza’s stream but if it was a house

Dirt roof for flower painting? Oh planting I’m dumb.

Going to have to hunt the flowers. But we don’t have timeeee

Bones?

Nighttime murder! Hooray!

The obligatory stream violence.

No time for armor. What a silly thought.

How many stories are you making this place mumza?

Ok not that tall good.

Dirt roof. Dirt roof. Dirt roof.

Mumza trying to guilt Phil isn’t making dinner so she can keep playing. 😂

He said no. Mans can’t cook salad.

Bigger windows!

Ah. Mumza getting hungry. Mumza deserves dinner after all this hard work.

Dirt stairs! The best of things!

Munsters. Fight them mother.

Rice pudding? My mama and sister love that. I’m more of a chocolate pudding human.

Tree on roof?!? Please!

Quick to find flowers!

Quiet music.

Mumza please don’t get lost looking for flowers.

Home again home again jiggidy jig.

Mumza don’t put the wig in the pillow that would be terrifying.

Yes mumza even when you say flesh colored you are still the comfort streamer.

We have flowers to avoid murder. But we could still murder.

Are you going to murder the llama mumza?

She’s thinking about it. She said she wouldn’t but she’s thinking about it.

She did it. She killed the llama. Oh well it’s mumza she can do no wrong.

Who said mumza sounds like cupquake?

Lots of flowers!

Yeah you have to silky the grass to the roof.

Oh up the stairs! Well cool I don’t know my fruits.

No mobs on the flower roof

MURDER TIME!

Get that skeleton mumza.

Don’t die mumza! Oh no!

Whoop. Shot through a hole in the wall

Phil laughing in the background and slowly approaching.

Well that was fun. Good go mumza.

Mumza will play minecraft for us more in the future!

Bye bye mumza! Enjoy dinner!

She’s stream when she is bored. No schedule.

And stream ended. Bye mumza!

[shinymooncolor]

Heyy I LOVE THESE CHATS BABE C-Can we have more Cap + Re? Maybe some Dumo too?🥺❤️👉👈 Either way they're so much fun to read! You have such a beautiful creative mind! Love it!

HI! Of course - I was writing up this little bowl of fluff. :)

@lumosinlove‘s Sweater Weather wolfstar fluff featuring several of her lovely OC’s. 

This is for @siriuslyqueer - I can’t fix everything but here’s a dose of fluffy shenanigans to help a little bit <3. 

Sweater weather chats #7. 

Kris has a blinddate. Remus has an emergency. And he gets a sugar daddy. Sirius babysits. Dumo tries to be sneaky. Logan tattles. Leo shows graphic images. Ava is adorable. 

Enjoy <3 

Friday 3.43 pm

Kris: Hey Re, I’m sorry this is last minute, but I’ve sort of gotten dragged into this blind date thing with Olli and I’ve run out babysitting options. I’d bail on the date but I’m honestly scared what Nado will do as I lost a bet… 

Remus: Of course Kris, when do you need me to look after Ava? 😌

Kris: well it’s tomorrow night… they set it up for 8, so will try and rush it…

Remus: no it’s alright! She can stay. It’s no problem at all or do you want me to go to your house? 

Kris: well, if she’s going to sleep on her own, it’ll be best at ours. I’ll promise to get back and let you go out and live your best kid free life! Haha 😅

Remus: I’d love to! Sirius wants to come too, is that ok?

Kris: haha of course, Ava loves him… It’s unfair.. 

Remus: he’s got that effect on everyone. it’s impossible not to like him. I’m biased. But still! Everybody loves Cap! 

Kris: Thanks Re… and yeah, haha he’s a good one our cap 😉

———

Saturday 4.22 pm

Mom: hi love, I’m so sorry to text this urgently but Jules crashed his bike and is in the hospital with a concussion. He’s inconsolable and asking for you. I know you’ve probably got plans but is there any chance you can fly out here? We’ll help pay for the ticket. 

Remus: Of course!!! Is he okay? What happened? I’m looking at tickets now!!! 

Mom: thanks love. Let me know ok? ❤️❤️❤️

———

Remus ❤️: Shit sorry!!! I have to get to home now!! Jules crashed on his bike and he’s got a concussion… I’m looking at tickets!! And I promised Kris we’d babysit… Fuck I feel so bad!!! 😫

Sirius <3: hey! What? Do you want me to come with you? 

Remus ❤️: I’m sorry but I think it’s best if I go alone. Shit, I want you to come but. You’ve got that interview tomorrow and I don’t know how long I have to stay and there’s practice. I’ve cleared the next few days with the management team. You have practise!! Sorry 🥺❤️❤️

Sirius <3: that’s ok Re. No worries. I hope Jules will be alright. I know tickets are expensive and BEFORE you say no. Please let me pay ok? I just looked online and there’s only first class left. Just charge it to my card, it’s on the table in your kitchen I think. 

Remus ❤️: absolutely not. I might call when he’s better so he can say hi. I bet that’ll help. I’m not charging it to your card. 

Sirius <3: Re please. It’s not a problem and I want to help. How about it’s a loan? 

Remus ❤️: I’m not going to owe you money. It’s fine. I’ve saved up some for emergencies.. I’m not taking charity 

Sirius <3: awww. What if I was your sugar daddy? 😉 We could find a way for you to pay off your debts. 

Remus ❤️:STOP! I’m not even going to think about this. But fine. I’ve charged your card. Better send a list of demands then. Daddy… 

Sirius <3: 😛😛😛😛that’s hot. fuck. 

——— 

Saturday 6.34 pm

Remus: Kris I’m so sorry but I’ve had a family emergency and have to fly home ASAP. 

Kris: whoa are you alright? What happened, is everyone ok? It’s fine, I’ll cancel! 

Remus: I’m so sorry!!! 

Remus: Sirius says he’s happy to come over an babysit 😊

Kris: oh..

Kris: sorry yeah okay.. That’s fine.. Ava does love him! 

Remus: You wound me krissy - you don’t think I can babysit your baby????🤨

Kris: what? Did you steal Re’s phone..

Remus: I’m driving him to the airport. Or he’s driving so I’m texting for him. I can babysit fine. I’ll come over once I’ve dropped off Re. We’re going to have fun!!! 

Kris: thanks Sirius. It means a lot 😊

Remus: well you need to get some action. As your captain I command you to go out there and get some. 

Kris: you sound like Nado. 

Remus: normally that would scare me. But he’s not wrong. You deserve to be with someone okay? ☺️

Kris: thanks Cap! See you soon I guess :) Ava is excited to see you. She’s asking if you want to watch beauty and the beast with her. 

Remus: TALE AS OLD AS TIMEEEE

Kris: see ya! 

———

Saturday 7.21 pm

Kris: hey cap forgot a few things. 1) She can’t sleep with the purple bunny wearing a baby Kuny shirt. Yes I know. The jerk got it for her last time they baby sat and she’s screaming bloody murder when I try to replace with my shirt. 2) she can have the one pudding in the fridge, no more than one 3) she pretends not to know French when she’s shy but be careful, she’s fluent… tricked Nado last time and she knows some unsavoury words now.. 

Sirius: thanks buddy but I got this. Used to babysit for Dumo you know. She’s braiding my hair :))))

———

Saturday 7.22 pm 

Dumo: Kris, you still need a babysitter? Adele can watch Ava tonight. 

Kris: no it’s fine, thanks! Sirius is watching her at home 😊

Dumo: Cap is watching? Is Remus there? 

Kris: no he had something come up. It’s just Sirius 😊

———

Saturday 7.25 pm

Dumo: LOGAN TREMBLAY PICK UP YOUR PHONE WHEN I CALL😡😡😡

Logan: WHOA calm down old man. What’s up? We’re watching a film… 

Dumo: I need you to drive to mine and pick up some cupcakes and then go check on Sirius and Ava. 

Logan: what? Re is there right? 

Dumo: no. just do as I say for once… 

Logan: calm down. I’ll go. Leo is driving. Is Adele home? 

Dumo: yes. And please also check she’s not got “secret” guests. She was very eager to get us to leave. I count on you and Marc to tattle on her. 

Logan: hehe I’ll check. And I’ll scare any potential suiters away. 😏

Dumo: maybe let Leo scare them. Most of the class mates are taller than you. I also called Kasey. Him and nat are checking in too. 

Logan: 😬🤨rude

——

Saturday 8.22 pm

Sirius <3: REMUS THEY’RE ALL CHECKING ON ME?!?!?!?!? NAt and Kase came by to “borrow” a shovel?! THEY LIVE IN A FLAT... That’s the lamest excuse since Leo claimed that hickey on his belly button was from his shaver. He’s got like three body hairs. 😳

Saturday 9.02 pm

Sirius <3: Re, you landed yet? Now Logan and the rest of the muppets are here. With cupcakes. And a cranky car full of Dumo babies. NO ONE TRUSTS ME WITH BABIES

Remus ❤️: I’m sure they’re just checking to see if you’re all okay 😌Be happy your team cares so much. 

Sirius <3: it mean. We had fun. Look she braided my hair 

*sirius with braids by 5-year old Ava*

Sirius <3: I want to keep her. Can we get one? 

Remus ❤️: SIRIUS. Do you want me to get a heart attack? We’re barely out. 

Sirius <3: so. I want to keep her. Hehe 

Remus ❤️:I think you hit your head. But yes. Grab her and run. We can live here 🥰

Sirius <3: 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

——

Saturday 8.33 pm

Siriusly: YOU ALL THINK I CAN’T BABYSIT? WE WERE DOING FINE BEFORE YOU SENT THESE PEOPLE TO CHECK ON US 

DumoDad: I don’t know what you’re talking about. 

CarbO’Hara: haha you’re not subtle Dumo. Also you’ve got your own problems. HAHA 

DumoDad: WHAT DID SHE DO NOW? I swear to god that girl is worse than the lot of you combined. 😡

Newt-leo: she was just studying with a classmate calm down. IF it helps, I showed them pictured from Celeste’s pregnancy book. Adele vowed to never talk to me again. But rules are rules. 😏

LoganTremblayzzz: I warned her Dumo. Hehe don’t worry Leo chased him off with the book. It’s overly graphic. 🥴🥴🥴🥴

Siriusly: BACK TO THE POINT YOU DON’T TRUST YOUR CAPTAIN!!! THAT’S SUICIDES FOR THE LOT OF YOU TOMORROW 

RussianGod: what I do? 😦

Siriusly: you probably did something else to warrant suicides buddy. 

——

Sunday 10.22 am

Kris: Hey Sirius! I’m really sorry about yesterday. Ava is asking when she can next see you :) Thanks! 

Sirius: no worries buddy. But this doesn’t get you out of suicides. ❤️

Kris: worth a shot

Sirius: 😉 you are cute but you’ve got nothing on tour daughter. She’s a menace when she turns the puppy eyes. 

Kris: tell me about it. She’s currently decorating Nado’s arms with glitter cause his tattoos “are too dark Jackie” - apparently she can call him that…

Sirius: she’s adorable 😊 you’re lucky, both of you! 

Kris: thanks cap!! 

——

Sunday 4.56 pm

Remus ❤️: hey babe. Jules is doing ok. You wanna call him? He’s asking for you 😍

Sirius <3: just call! 🥰

[laterzgators]

How the gang would be like in modern times.

Kinda basing this off of texts I have with my friends because I get reminding everyday that my old friend group (kinda still my friend group.) are like the gang.

————

Ponyboy

He would have like an iPhone 6 in 2020. And he would be so upset about it. But he wouldn’t complain cause his brother didn’t have money for him to have an iPhone 11 or something.

He uses every platform to text. He probably only texts like Johnny and sometimes Dally.

Johnny and him would FT for hours and during them be like “look what I sent you.” And then proceeded to a meme.

Still a whiny baby boy but 2020 edition

Didn’t pay attention to politics cause he isn’t voting so he has no say. :/

Would probably watch anime- but like mainstream.

Has two instagram accounts one for public people he knew and a secret one to post what he wanted cause Darry probably looked into his phone-

Tries to show Darry how to use a smartphone. Darry won’t understand it. But he tried.

Track team until COVID hit 🙄

Hated virtual learning. HATED IT.

Especially when Darry didn’t have work that day he would peep into Soda and Pony’s room to see him on his desk on a call.

Pony putting his arm down shooing him away. “Darry...I’m in class please shh.” “Don’t worry bout me I’m just listening. Making sure these teachers actually are teaching ya.”

Somehow went brain dumb with this type of learning some days so when a teacher would ask him to answer something he would mute and turn off the camera or leave the call.

He was happy when he did know the answer a certain day.

• Having to text Johnny or Two bit to join a class cause the teacher was doing attendance.

—

Johnny

Texts Ponyboy and Dally pretty evenly. Though Pony would start being whiny when he didn’t answer. Johnny also probably had an older phone like an iPhone 6 or se maybe even an LG but he wouldn’t complain. He was just fine with having a phone. At least it worked.

Has a whole Instagram account about memes. Pony probably helps manage it.

Watches anime with Pony cause he finds it interesting. Does he understand what’s going on? No not at all but if Pony likes it then it’s okay.

Does really like Naruto though-

He hates school. It’s bad enough he skipped it most days. But now ITS AT HOME SO HE HAD NO EXCUSE TO NOT DO IT!

He would usually join the zoom calls but he kept his camera off and was on mute. His parents were probably arguing-

Some days he could be with Pony at his house and did his zooms from there.

Pony spamming him to join the class.

Pony: “Johnny Mr Fullb-“

Johnny: “I’m about to join just be patient pony.”

Dally sent him a nude once and he was SCARED. Dally used social media for that purpose but we will get more into that later-

He apologized a lot btw-

FT calls were fun cause he would put his phone in a certain position and do work and Pony being high on adrenaline would run around his room and you could see it on camera. It was funny.

—

Dallas

Where do I even start for this man....

TAKES FREAKING A MILLION NUDES LIKE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING ITS GROSS

Poor Johnny once got sent one on accident.

He is still traumatized

Virtual women and real women double bonus for him. He would text or dm one chick and be asking a girls number physically at the same time.

Mans gotta multitask-

Bully people on the internet.

Mainly pony for some reason. He did it playfully but Pony would get upset so quickly-

Pony.boy_curtis posted a picture. Caption: Read this poem at school and I’ve been vibing with it.

Comments: @Dal_winSton: Haha THATS dumb. (And more spam of him that includes 😀 that emoji.)

People would call him an eboy and he didn’t like that. He was just edgy in his own way.

Stole a iPhone 11 Pro so that’s how he has this phone.

GC with the whole gang existence and he was like “This is dumb we see eachother everyday.”

He was a weird teen-

—

Sodapop

My manz always texted Ponyboy when he was to lazy to speak.

Texted a lot of people cause he was that guy. But mainly Steve, Sandy (when they were still a thing.), Darry, and Pony.

His IG was filled with nice pics of him and girls just commenting about how handsome he was. He got annoyed of it at a point and turned off the comment section.

Probably had tiktok and made Pony get it.

Had a free subscription of Spotify and my boy loved his music.

Texting pony is like.: “Hey could you tell Darry that I got the eggs he needed earlier.” Pony never told him. Darry got home with a carton of eggs and started yelling that they wasted money on extra eggs. And Pony stood there after hours of finally looking at the text and would just back up.

Random girls dming asking if he was single.

It made him uncomfortable.

But Steve would grab his phone and say random things to the girls and they’d leave him alone.

He didn’t understand Pony’s memes but liked them cause they were on his page.

He or Darry probably asked later on what it meant.

“Uh-huh.” Is the response after Pony took an hour explaining it.

Still didn’t get it.

Followed every single person he knew or liked on Instagram or any platform.

“PONY CAN I USE YOUR HOTSPOT MY INTERNET ISNT WORKING!!!”

Pony just yelled back sure.

—

Darry

You thought Soda was bad nah Darry is a full on Karen-

Had probably had a flip phone until 2018

Loved Karen memes. Pony would see him liking them on fb and he’d just LAUGH.

Yelling at Pony to help him with his phone.

Pressed the wrong buttons all the time.

Probably had an LG-

DIDNT get texting 🤦‍♀️

Telling Pony not to talk to strangers on the internet.

Would have Rants on Facebook.

He pays for cable even though no one in that house used the Tv except him.

Would be so confused on the GC

“IF YOU ARE GONNA GO OUT WITH JOHNNY PUT ON YOUR MASK PONY!”

In the GC: Two Bit: Calm down Jamal dont pull out the nine.

Darry: Who is Jamal and what do you mean by pull out the nine??

Pony: PFT- CHILE I-

Darry: WAIT I SEARCHED IT UP IN THE GOOGLE DO NOT SAY INAPPROPRIATE THINGS IN THIS CHAT TWO BIT MATTHEWS!!!

It’s scary seeing him in our times-

—

Two Bit Matthews.

MEME LORD

All the memes all the jokes he understands it.

He is an intellectual.

Was barley passing school. He was usually on his phone in class.

He probably also had tiktok.

Dmed girls all the timeeee-

Hey good looking

You have been blocked by this user

WHA-

Yeah he didn’t realize girls didn’t like that

Had a whole page dedicated to memes because obviously.

DIDNT join virtual school at allllll

He was busy playing roblox like the cool kid he was.

He is legit a 9 year old-

Hated wearing masks but he did it.

Still hung out with Pony and the gang even with Corona.

He spammed the GC at like 4 a.m when he was super sleepy but still awake and asked all kinds of questions.

“If we call an orange orange can we call orange fruit?” Confusion.

He was something else-

—

Steve

Texted Soda during work.

Also texted Evie during work.

Google was his new best friend.

He used google a lot he just did.

Only had Instagram cause Sodapop begged.

He got used to it after a while.

Would get Ponyboy in trouble whenever he posted something that he knew could get him in trouble

Would post pictures of Darry doing random things and say “Superman” in the caption. LOL

Used LMAO a lottt for some reason

On the GC if someone was spamming he’d just say SHUT UP. Like a lot but he would.

He never wore his mask and if he did it was on his chin.

Pictures of chocolate cake.

That’s probably it lol.

——

That’s all. I hoped you liked it. Sorry I’m posting so late lol-

[lovemesomesurveys]

Which crayon color is your favorite? Various ones. I don’t have any crayons and don’t feel like looking up the names. Do you like mac & cheese? Yeah. Do you think pandas are cute? ;3 Okay, that’s the 3rd panda question in the past couple surveys I’ve done. Like I said the first time, their eyes creep me out. It’s the same with killer whales. Do you eat meat? Yes. Have you gone Christmas shopping yet? No, I don’t start that until November. I should start sooner. I kinda want to start getting things here and there throughout the year when I see stuff instead of doing it all at the end.

Do you shop on Black Friday? Yeah, but I do it online. And most stores have sales like all month long, so.  What do you dip chicken nuggets in? Ranch. Are you a fan of Taylor Swift? No. Ever had that Deja-vu feeling? Yeah. So trippy. Ever won a spelling bee? I’ve never participated in one. Best room for a fireplace? The living room? Are you missing someone? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed. Have you ever / do you celebrate 420? Nope. Who last grabbed your ass? No one. Do you know anyone who's TOO conceited? Yes, actually. Who is the youngest in your family? In my immediate family? My younger brother. Do you go online everyday? Yes. Do you sleep in a bra? No. Has your ex ever gone out with someone close to you? One of them did. Were you jealous? Not at first. In fact, I actually kinda encouraged it. Hanging out with them and seeing them together started to get to me, though. Ever walked into the opposite sex's bathroom on accident? Yes. Can you suggest someone funny on Youtube? :) I think Peter Monn, who is a drama commentator, is pretty funny. Can you do a handstand? No. Sprite or Mtn Dew? Mountain Dew. Do you like reading? I love to read. Is there a light on in the room you're in? Yes. Do you ever lace your shoes upside down? Huh? Do you like Star Wars?! I do. Can you take the truth, no matter what it is? It can definitely be hard hearing and accepting some things. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday. I’m always crying it feels like. Has anyone close to you ever been suicidal? Yes. Have you ever broken someone's heart and didn't care? I’ve broken someone’s heart according to them, but I certainly cared. It wasn’t a good feeling at all. What do you really believe is going to happen in 2012? Nothing happened, surprise, surprise. Are you nervous? Not at this current moment, but yeah about certain things. What kind of car do you drive? I don’t drive. What kind of car do you WANT? *shrug* What color is your hairbrush? Rose gold. Did you eat breakfast this morning? I did. I’ve been having breakfast regularly for the past few months, which is an improvement because that’s a meal I generally skipped. Do you pay attention to how much you eat? Yes, because my weight is an issue. I’m too underweight and my doctors and family all are concerned about it. What are you listening to at this moment? An ASMR video. How long can you stand walking in heels for? I can’t at all. Are you wearing skinny jeans? No, I’m wearing lounge shorts. Who was your most recent call from? My mom. Would you pass a drug test? Yes. Have you ever watched someone die? :/ Yes. I was with my grandpa when he took his last breath.  What are your hobbies? Reading, surveys, coloring... Are you currently 'seeing' someone? Nope. There isn’t anyone I’m talking to or even interested in at the moment. It’s been a few years since the last time, actually. It’s hard for me to imagine finding that again. :/ Are you interested in serial killers and all that? From a psychological aspect. Are your feet small? Yeah. Do you have swagger? xD Nope. Are you wearing a hat? No. Has it snowed yet ?! It doesn’t snow here.  Do you trust people..? Trust isn’t so much the problem, it’s just I have a hard time opening up and expressing myself to others, even those I’m close to.  If you could move away right now, would you? Yes. My family and I would love to right now if we could. Who was the last person in your bedroom, besides you? My mom. What is the 10th picture in your phone/camera of? I don’t feel like checking. Do you watch The Office? Nope. Who is your loudest friend? I don’t have any friends. Are you friends with someone who's autistic? -- Have you ever talked on the phone for more than 5 hours? Not that long, but I actually used to talk on the phone for a few hours with my cousin or friends back in middle school and early part of high school. It shocks me because of how much I hate talking on the phone and have for so long now. Has anyone ever walked in on you having sex? I’m a virgin. Or are you a virgin? Yep. Have you ever had a Bic Mac? I just had my first one two days ago. It's good :) Yeah, many times. I like them as well. Ever heard of Steve the lawn mower guy? :) Nope. Do you own any stuffed animals? I own a shit ton of giraffe stuffed animals and few other kinds. Traffic light turns yellow. Speed up or slow down? Slow down. What's your favorite part about the holidays? Basically everything. I love that time of year. It’s almost timeeee. What are you best at when it comes to sports? Ha, absolutely nothing.

[ayellowcurtain]

that time travel AU!! I need more now 😩

This is a very angsty with a happy ending fic that I mostly started writing for myself, weeks and weeks ago, so again, it might not be for everyone. Also, a reminder that Lola is around the same age as the boys in this AU.

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Loud music, flashing lights. Eliott can feel his body sweaty, his clothes sticking to his constantly moving body, dancing. He opens his eyes and meets someone he hasn’t seeing in a long time.

Lola is right there in front of him, so close, dancing with her eyes closed. Eliott remembers kissing her. Not now, not tonight, but he keeps remembering how it was, how it felt, how it tasted.

Eliott blinks a few times, wanting to get out of here, but he’s still in the club, looking around him, meeting the pair of angry blue eyes even in a crowded place.

Lucas keeps watching him dance with Lola from afar. He’s angry and so disappointed it’s hard to look at him, knowing Eliott is the cause for that look, but Lucas won’t stop staring, like he’s waiting for Eliott to break again and kiss the girl in front of him now that he has the option. Now that he and Lucas are no longer together. 

The thought that Lucas is just waiting for Eliott to break his heart again makes him move, desperately trying to pass by the dancing people to find his person. To tell Lucas he’s wrong, there’s nothing between him and Lola, but the people won’t move out of his way!

And when he manages to move, even if just a few steps, someone holds his hand.

“No, stay. You need to stay for me.”

She begs like she knows that’s the way to make him stay and Eliott pulls his hand away, turning back to go to Lucas, stumbling against some strangers, never able to get closer to Lucas.

.

The flat is still empty when he wakes up. Eliott opens his eyes and he’s wide awake instantly, not wanting to go back to his nightmare of always trying but never able to reach Lucas again because Lola is there.

Today is Daphné’s birthday. They’re all trying to make Eliott feel like a part of their group again since the New Years Eve and so he should go, but the thought of watching Lucas in pain to be there it’s too much to even think about.

He fucked up with all of them and especially with Lucas, just to make it even worst, and they’re still giving him another chance, but he doesn’t want to. Not like this, with Lola around Lucas. Lucas and their friends don’t deserve to constantly be worrying if he’ll have another fallout.

His phone keeps buzzing on the nighstand and Eliott streches his arm and grabs his phone, hoping it’s Lucas. They’re talking again, taking things very, very slowly. But it’s not him, or at least not just him. Lucas created a group chat with Eliott and all the boys again.

They used to have one before and Eliott got out of that one when Lucas broke up with him. He didn’t want to bother the boys by being around them when they were Lucas’ friends first.

ay ay ay, it’s party timeeee!

hey! stop that! Let’s just behave ourselves tonight!

we’re still cleaning the house and I don’t want you animals to come and ruin everything!

Baz...

We’re filthy animals, baby!!

Eliott keeps reading Baz’s name like he can hear Lucas saying it, finding some comfort in thinking about his voice.

He rolls around on his bed, hiding his face against a pillow, grunting. His phone goes off again with another wave of messages.

and baby Eli?

you’re going with us, right?

Eliott! Eliott! Eliott!

We need to watch our favorite couple be a couple again... ;)

ELU <3

Eluuuu <3

ELuuuuu <3

Stop...

are you coming with us?

Eliott sighs against the pillow, typing with one hand, making sure to tag Lucas on his message.

Do you want me to go?

He sees all the names popping, writing something and he smiles, he misses having his friends. People that he can rely on. The next wave is filled with all types of heart emojis, eggplants, heart eyes and Lucas properly answers at last, tagging him too.

If you want to, yeah.

It’s been a couple of days since they last saw each other and Eliott is missing Lucas like it’s been years. Looking back now, he can’t remember how he survived a whole year without him.

Then I’m going.

There’s no way Eliott can survive a night with Lucas without touching every inch of his body instantly, worshiping how much he loves that man and everything he is, so he goes for the second best option.

Eliott adjusts his pillow and lies on his back again, breathing in and out slowly, counting to four with every step of the way and it’s like falling asleep all over again, but Eliott can pick and choose where to go, where to stop and watch, needing to take the edge off of his feelings before the party.

-

It’s not a long enough walk from home to the bus stop. The boys really went to pick him up at his door, ringing the bell constantly until Eliott rushed downstairs to join them.

They all looked different, Eliott couldn’t remember the last time they were all together. And they were all acting like dumb teenagers when they left Lucas to be the last one to be greeted, diferently than the others, of course. Eliott couldn’t help but hug him tightly and for a very long time.

When they let go of each other, the boys were already walking away. They were all together, talking about the last couple of months of their lifes, moving to different cities and whatnot, but there was clearly this attempt to give Lucas and Eliott some space, privacy if they wanted to use it. But Lucas didn’t. He kept putting him and Eliott back on the boys’ conversation, never letting them walk too much in front of them where Eliott would be his only option of conversation.

After the bus, the three started walking a little faster, leaving Lucas and Eliott a couple of steps behind. It felt like they were kids all over again, hearing their friends teasing them to just kiss already, but they didn’t.

“Do they know we...hm, saw each other a few times?”

Lucas huffs his laughter, looking forward to the others.

“I mean, I left the New Years’ party almost crying, telling them all about how I was going to your place, so...I guess yes.”

They look at each other and laugh. Eliott loves Lucas’ laughter. It’s so engraved in his brain that it’s one of the few things Eliott can hear perfectly during his travels.

“Do they hate me? For breaking your heart...” Eliott looks from the corner of his eyes how Lucas’ smiles slowly disappears.

“I think you have to ask them that, not me.”

Eliott tries to quietly move to the side, walking just a little closer to Lucas.

“I had a dream last night...felt more like a nightmare actually. But you were there.”

Lucas smiles again, turning his body to look at Eliott. “That’s why it was a nightmare?”

Eliott takes advantage of finally having Lucas’ full attention on him and he looks back at him, noticing the small differences that no memory can replicate. His hair is a little shorter than what Lucas usually had, he looks a hint stronger, hotter. The blue jacket was replaced by a black jean jacket that Eliott notices it looks a lot like one he has that Lucas always wore.

“No, the bad part was that I couldn’t reach you. We were at a club and no matter how hard I pushed people away, I wasn’t really moving closer to you.”

Lucas nods his head, frowning, really trying to disect Eliott’s problems, even the small ones, always trying to help, to find a way out. “Maybe it’s a part of an old memory? You know things can get confusing if you go back and forward too much...”

“I know...and I did that, a lot of travels, but before the New Year’s Eve, not now. Lola was in the dream too...”

Lucas only nods his head this time, clearly not interested anymore so Eliott changes the subject back. This isn’t about Lola, Eliott just wants Lucas to know that he’s trying. 

“I went back to every night that we had together this year. Couldn’t sleep on my own so had to go back to you every night to be able to relax and fall asleep. Maybe that’s what caused the nightmare or the messy memories mixing together.”

Lucas looks down to his feet, clenching his jaw. “You know you shouldn’t be doing that. It’s not good for you.”

“I know, but I don’t care. And it was only for a few minutes, just to be able to relax enough.”

They stay in silence again, hearing the boys talking loudly in front of them.

“Why didn’t you change it?” Eliott frowns with the sudden question and Lucas looks at him like he haven’t done in a while. His blue eyes, furrowed brows, looking deep inside Eliott.

“Your hook up with Lola.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed how bitter Lucas sounds saying that again, even after more than a year. Maybe Eliott should go back in time and erase all of it, from start to finish so there’s no hint of where things started to go wrong with him and Lucas.

“Liking or not, it happened. And I was afraid to change that and then by accident change something in the future that we don’t even know yet. The damage was already done. If I changed it, maybe our future would be different and not in a good way”

They turn to go up Daphné’s street and Eliott keeps looking at Lucas, checking if he’s going to say something more or not.

“What’s the perfect future for you then?”

It’s an easy answer, Eliott wishes Lucas knew that enough not to need to ask.

“As long as we’re back together, that’s all I care about right now, nothing else.”

“I heard something similar before. I was the only one that mattered. That didn’t work for long.”

“I still mean those words. It didn’t change for me, you’re all I care about if not myself.”

Lucas stops a few meters down from the door where the boys are now standing, waiting for someone to open the door for them. 

“Do you care about yourself? Honestly? You say that but then you act like you don’t. You never put yourself first. You always find a way to hurt yourself, to make you go back all the way to the beginning.”

“I fuck up sometimes. I would like to think I’m getting better about it. Trust me, I don���t want to fuck up either.”

Eliott stops and stands right in front of Lucas, maybe a little too close, but definetely not close enough. Lucas looks away and Eliott follows his eyes, watching their friends getting inside, waving at them. 

When the metal door makes a loud noise when it closes, Eliott kisses Lucas. As careful as he can, holding Lucas’ face, looking at him for half a second. Lucas’ hands come to his sides and Eliott steps closer, kissing his almost-boyfriend until they’re out of breath. 

“Do you want to go somewhere else? I only came because I wanted to be close to you.”

Lucas sighs, bitting his own lip, looking down, putting his hands on top of Eliott’s. 

“No...It’s Daphné’s birthday. She and Baz will kill me if I don’t go there to congratulate her. And it’s been a year, like you said, what’s done it’s done, I can’t change the past.”

“Would you?”

Lucas looks up, his piercing eyes staring straight at Eliott’s, very confident in his words. “Probably. But because it was hard to know...that it happened. My decision is based on different things than your decision. I get it why you didn’t do it.”

Eliott sighs, gently touching Lucas’ cheeks with his thumbs, looking at his lips, at how beautiful Lucas is. “Now you’re making me want to go forward...know what happens from now on for us.”

“I would prefer if you don’t think about the future constantly. Just be present right now.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Lucas,” he admits, even though he’s sure Lucas knows all about that. Eliott can be very persistent and he knows he’s following Lucas like a puppy since that first time back together at New Year’s Eve. 

“You won’t.”

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

hey bro, i know you’re busy so whenever you have the timeeee, the melancholy is setting in again & i was wondering if you might bless me with some valdo cheering up aev when she thinks she’s not good enough? 💛

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Valdo x Punk!Aevryn Word Count: 1,688 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak​ @whatevermonkey​ @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock​ @kemmastan​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @writingstudent​ @mlleecrivaine​ @coffee-and-stories​ @amirahiddleston​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @astouract​ @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training @morelikebyesexual a/n: Ah bro, I know that feel. Here is an almost 2k word hug xo

If there was one thing that Jaskier and Valdo could put aside their differences for, it was Aevryn. They’d done it as youths when she performed and they did it now as they worked to keep her from checking the hits her newly released demo were receiving. It went well for most of the day. Valdo woke up ludicrously early just to make sure he’d be there to pounce – somewhat literally – when she woke. After that lengthy distraction he pulled her into the shower with him before she could check her phone. Right on cue as they were just toweling off, Jaskier showed up at the door. He and Aevryn had a pact that if ever one of them showed up on the other’s doorstep and invoked Friend Code, the other had to drop everything and spend the day with them. Valdo made a big show of being dramatically grumpy about Jaskier arriving, such a big show that at some point Jaskier wasn’t sure how much was for Aevryn’s benefit and how much was just amusing himself, but he managed to get her out the door. Aevryn noticed her phone wasn’t on her as soon as they got in the car and Jaskier texted Valdo quickly to let him know that their first plan hadn’t worked as she went inside to find it. Valdo quickly tucked the phone in his jacket pocket, loathe to hide her property but desperate to keep her from seeing the numbers.

“It hasn’t just disappeared, Valdo, I swear I had it on the nightstand when we fell asleep last night,” she said, grasping under the bed though she knew Valdo paid their housekeepers handsomely enough that every inch stayed dust bunny free.

“We were pretty well knackered by the end of things, love, there’s a fair chance it got left behind in a restaurant or something or other,” Valdo lied lamely, frantically texting Jaskier for ideas to stall. Aevryn’s head popped up over the side of the bed, a swath of wavy hair falling into her face. She looked like a very adorable, very grumpy groundhog popping out of its hole but Valdo was just wise enough not to make that observation at that moment.

“Valdo I’m not going without my phone. What if something happened and you needed to reach me?” she asked.

“I’d call Jaskier,” he answered quickly. She cocked an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

“You’d call Jaskier?” she replied skeptically.

“If it were a real emergency, yes. I’m talking lost limbs and extensive blood loss. But I’ll endeavor to be safe in your absence,” he crooned as he tried to pull her to the door. She was almost over the threshold, Jaskier walking towards the door to escort her the rest of the way, when her phone went off in his jacket. There was no mistaking that it was her phone because the song that rang out was a punk cover of Barbie Girl, an inside joke between her, Yennefer, Win, and Y/N developed during a girl’s night. Her sea green eyes filled with hurt and suspicion as she stared Valdo down, reaching into his pocket to pull it out and finding a missed call from Win. A voicemail was left a second later and she opened it.

“Babe don’t even sweat it,” Win’s voice, filled with disdain said, “We know that it’s a solid album and the right people will catch on soon too. I know you hate taking favors from Valdo’s people but it’s only nepotism if you’re not qualified. I say call those bitches up and say Hello, This is Aevryn Swift and I’m here to kick ass and play beautiful music and I’m all out of ass. Or something like that. Idk, we’ll work out the details, call me when you can, bye!”

Valdo exhaled heavily, making eye contact with Jaskier who still stood a few steps away, both watching as Aevryn silently went to the bandcamp page to look at the download numbers. She stared at them for a moment, unblinking, and then nodded.

“Ok,” she said with eerie calm before turning to Jaskier, “This was just a ploy, right? You don’t actually need to invoke Friend Code?”

“Ah – well – Er… no,” Jaskier answered sheepishly. She nodded again and pushed past Valdo to walk into the house. The two men exchanged a last, regretful look and then Jaskier turned back to his car and Valdo re-entered the house, prepared for a raging fight.

Aevryn put the kettle on and picked up the little pile of mail on the kitchen island and Valdo walked in cautiously, waiting for… something. She glanced up, a cool but serene look on her face.

“Did you want some tea?” she asked.

“No thank you, dear heart, but I do want to talk about the likelihood of you trying to murder me in my sleep tonight,” he replied. She rolled her eyes, turning to pull a mug down from the cupboard. Not even one of her usual, fun mugs, just a standard green one that she teased Valdo for using because it was so “boring.” These were all very bad signs but also new ones and he wasn’t sure what they meant. After knowing Aevryn for half of his life he wasn’t used to this feeling, and he didn’t like it.

“I’m not going to kill you. You were trying to keep me from checking, right?” she asked, peering over her shoulder. He nodded, curls bouncing slightly as he did, and she nodded back.

“I get it. I mean, it wasn’t cool, but I probably would have done the same thing,” she said as she fixed her cup.

“It is bullshit, Aev. Win’s right, we have connections-”

“No, Valdo. Anyone can get an album released, hell I already did it. But money can’t make people like or care about something if they don’t. Even if I was willing to consider it – which I’m not – it wouldn’t make a difference. I wanted to give it a shot, I did, now I know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders as she poured an amount of sugar that Valdo would have been disgusted by before but barely registered at the moment.

“Aevryn if I didn’t know any better I’d say it sounded like you were planning to stop performing. But there’s no way that could be true because that would be utterly bizarre and impossible because music is a part of who you are and you have a rare talent that should be shared with the world. Right? Aev?”

Valdo moved a bit closer as he spoke, eyes softening with worry and Aevryn deftly slipped by him with her mug, unable to look him in the eyes as she replied.

“Don’t be dramatic, Valdo, you’re just biased. And it’s fine. Jaskier will be thrilled to have me work full time as social media manager again and it’s not like I still can’t play music,” she shrugged, settling into her favorite chair in the living room. Valdo propped his hands on his hips and fixed her with a stern but not unloving expression.

“Aevryn Deirdre Swift-Marx you are not going to give up playing music because some people on the internet didn’t pay attention to your music as quickly or as much as they should have. There is no shame in pushing back and doing what you love because you love it and fuck the rest,” he argued.

“There’s also no shame in deciding not to invest more time and effort in something just for it to be ignored,” she shot back, a flicker of anger in her eyes. Good, he thought, better anger than apathy.

“You did work hard. You wrote beautiful music, you practiced and performed, you edited and you put so much into this album. And it deserves to be recognized and appreciated,” he said, a vehemence in his voice that could only be described as “ferocious validation.”

“I did,” she replied, “I worked very hard and I think the music is good, why don’t they notice? Why don’t they care?”

Valdo caught the glossiness in her eyes before she could look away and nearly pitched her mug of tea over the chair onto the hardwood floors as he tried to pull her into a hug. He held her, awkwardly half-standing/half-crouching, not caring that his arm was falling asleep or anything but the fact that she held him back with her free arm, resting her head against his shoulder.

“I know it’s hard, love. But I have a proposition for you,” he said. She pulled back to look into his emerald eyes as he moved into a full crouch by her side, fixing her with an entreating look.

“What?” she asked.

“Today, be sad. Be angry. Be whatever you need to be. Take a break, perhaps. Process through it. But then forget it. Or let it fuel you. The only thing I ask is that you not let other people stop you from doing what you love. And even though it was hard work, I know you loved every part of it. And that deserves recognition and respect but most of all it deserves to exist. Because it makes you happy.”

She considered his words, pulling her hand inside the sleeve of her too-large sweater to wipe her face before tilting her head back and sighing.

“Ok,” she said, “I won’t quit the music industry forever. Not today, at least.”

“That’s all I ask,” Valdo said, rising to press a gentle kiss against her cheek, “Now how about I make you some fresh tea, because that’s gone cold, and you burrow under that blanket and pick something ridiculous for us to watch.”

“French Kiss is not ridiculous, it is classic and underappreciated,” you argued hotly. He smiled, pleased to see his spitfire back as he pulled the mug from your hands and thrust the quilted blanket into your lap.

“Whatever you say, sweetling,” he replied, and then set off to make her more tea, carefully selecting a mug shaped like an otter and searching for some biscuits before she could think to ask.

[unikornavenger]

Completion

Pairing: Platonic LAMP, platonic Moxiety

Warnings: Slight angst, many feels, Christmas, cursing, Logince and Prinxiety banter

Word Count: 2,027 words 

Taglist: (Who’s she? Never heard of her.)

A/N: Oops, this took a while, but Christmas timeeee. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and spend it with the people you love. *jazz hands* My DM’s are open if you need a distraction from today or tomorrow. Byee

Summary: It’s Virgil’s first Christmas with the light sides (not that he knows what that means).

Alright, onward with the story!

Virgil rubs his eyes as he exits the main hallway where the sides’ bedrooms are located. All of the other sides’ doors are already open.

He puts on his hood as he slowly walks down the stairs. The closer he gets to the living room, the more noise he can hear. He can’t quite make out whose voice is talking. 

But, as soon as he reaches the kitchen, he can say with certainty that that was Roman’s boisterous voice.

“I believe we should put tinsel on the tree this year.”

What the hell is tinsel? 

With Virgil’s back toward the other sides and his front toward the coffee maker, he wonders what tree Roman is referring to and why he is putting “tinsel” on said tree. 

He starts making his coffee as Logan begins to respond, “Think of the implications. Tinsel is messy. Putting it on the tree is messier. Also, if we put tinsel on the tree, it’ll be too busy with all the ornaments and lights. It’ll look like an absolute-” 

“Okay, I think I got it, Teach,” Roman replies exasperatedly. “You don’t want this house to look festive. I got it, then.” 

Virgil can basically hear Logan’s deep growl all the way from the kitchen. 

Logan sighs loudly, “You are being overly dramatic.”

“Uh, yeah,” Roman scoffs, “that’s kind of my thing.”

“Oh, believe me, I noticed.”

Roman gasps in a manner that seemed like what Logan said caused him physical pain. “Excuuuuuuse me?” 

Virgil begins to pour his coffee and the argument is quickly silenced. Confused, the anxious side turns around as he takes the first sip of this beverage to see the other sides staring at him. 

“Sup?” He greets quietly. 

He sees Roman with something silver and shiny in his clenched hands. Logan stands across from Princey with small red balls in his hands. Patton is by the fireplace? Since when did they have a fireplace? Anyway, he is hanging up large red socks with each of their names on one of the socks. 

Roman slaps his thigh by flopping his hands down and groans, “Can you please tell Debbie Frowner over here that the tinsel would look so good on the tree?” 

Logan rolls his eyes so hard that Virgil is surprised that they don’t pop out of his head.

“First of all,” Virgil begins, “no, I will not say that. And secondly,” he holds his coffee mug with both hands and lowers it to his stomach height, “what is tinsel and what the fuck is happening in this room?”

Dead silence. 

He is met with a wall of silence. 

All of them are frozen. Even Logan. Patton stops doing whatever the hell he is doing, and Roman drops the silver stuff on the ground. 

“What?” Virgil follows up with and Patton breaks out of his daze to turn around. 

“Kiddo,” he walks past the two unmoving sides and stands a few feet away from the extremely puzzled side. “Do you know what is happening?” 

Virgil sets down the mug on the kitchen island behind him. He suddenly feels guilty as if he did something wrong or forgot about something important. “I, uh,” he stutters out as he feels his palms become slick and his throat becomes dry. Was he supposed to know what this is? Did he forget something important?

“Woah, kiddo,” he snaps back to reality to see Patton holding his hands in front of him cautiously. 

“How dare the dark sides not celebrate this wonderful holiday?” Virgil visibly flinches and Patton carefully places a hand on Virgil’s arm.

“Roman...” Patton draws out disappointedly. Roman looks up like he just realized what he said.

“Sorry, Virge,” he says sheepishly. The mentioned side looks at the floor and doesn’t notice the worried glances the other sides exchange. 

“Well,” Logan clears his throat and Virgil looks back up at him, “no worries. We’ll just have to make this a more than satisfactory Christmas.”

Roman gasps and covers his mouth with both of his hands, “Oh, my, gosh peck, yes.” 

He picks up the tinsel on the ground and yeets it at Virgil’s face. 

“Aw,” Patton squeals at Logan’s idea.

“Come here, Nightmare Before Christmas,” Roman motions toward the large tree int he middle of the room. “Help me put the tinsel on the tree.”

“I’m too exhausted for this,” Logan mutters just loud enough for Virgil to hear.

“Sounds great, Princey,” he yeets the tinsel back at Roman and adjusts his jacket, “but let me finish my coffee first.”

By noon, Roman and Logan have explained why there is a Christmas, what happens on Christmas, and what they are doing on the holiday. By noon, Virgil is thoroughly stressed. Patton wasn’t there because he said he had to wrap presents. Virgil has no gifts for any of the other sides. 

As he places... ornaments on the tree, overwhelming nervousness envelopes his body. Mariah Carey is blasting through the living room, but her voice is doing nothing to soothe his nerves. 

As soon as they’re done decorating this room, Virgil plans on locking himself in his room and brainstorming what the hell he should conjure for the others. Roman belting out Michael Buble is preventing Virgil from thinking clearly. 

Logan suddenly groans loudly and claps his hands twice sharply. The music stops. “Must you sing so loud? I cannot hear myself think.”

“Mr. Grinch,” Roman claps twice and the music continues, “deal with it.”

Virgil looks to Logan to see him holding the bridge of his nose. “I’m not asking you he turn off the music,” he shouts, “I’m asking you to turn it down.”

Roman rolls his eyes before snapping and turning down the volume.

“Hey, guys?” Virgil starts as he places down the small Santa he is holding in his hands. “I’m feeling a little tired. I think I’m going to take a break and recharge in my room.” Logan nods and turns back to the fireplace and adjusts a stocking.

“Okay, don’t wear yourself out,” Roman says and licks his lips awkwardly.

Virgil gives the both of them a two-fingered salute before entering his room.

He curses quietly to himself and darts to his bed.

Okay, if he is going to do this, he has to do it in a timely fashion. Roman, first.

Creativity.

Drawing, painting, writing, coloring, music.

A notebook with um a feather pen? That sounds good.

Virgil stands up with a wide-ish stance and relaxes his shoulders.

He imagines a golden book with the edges being covered in red lace. A feather pen is placed on top of the notebook. He opens his eyes to see a shiny book on his hands. A feather pen is laid across it.

Perfect.

Logan next.

Logic.

Smart things. Um, ties, books.

Oh, books.

What about a book that changes based on what you what to happen next?

Sounds good.

He clears his throat and rubs his hands together. Virgil closes his eyes and focuses on the book.

He feels a weight in his hands and stumbles backward. Conjuring always drained him, but he couldn’t rest. He can rest once he’s finished. 

Virgil takes in a breath and steadies himself. 

Patton lastly.

Dogs, cats, animals, fuzzy things, hugs.

Socks with dogs on them?

Yeah, he’d like that. 

He places the notebook and the other book on his bed before he claps his hands together. Closing his eyes for the last time, he envisions the socks in his hands. 

There is a whoosh in the air and Virgil falls to the ground. A piece of cloth is draped over his arms. These are not socks. 

Dammit. 

He crawls over to his dresser and takes out his bracelet supplies. If he couldn’t conjure the socks, then he would make Patton some jewelry. He takes out the dog charm he had made a while back. 

This had to work. 

He isn’t sure how much time had passed until there was a knock at the door just as he finished wrapping all of the presents. 

“We know you wanted to recharge, but dinner is ready. Patton and Roman and I would like for you to join us.”

Virgil shoves all the gifts under his bed and opens the door to follow Logan to the dining room. 

Dinner goes by smoothly. Virgil doesn’t remember going to bed, but he wakes up in his bed. 

It’s Christmas morning. 

“Virgil! Virgil! Virgil!”

“Roman, shut up!” He pulls a pillow over his head. 

“ARe you decent?”

“What the- yes!”

Roman barges into Virgil’s room with reindeer antlers on his head. His sash has little fairy lights sewn into it. He snorts and Roman ignores him. 

“It’S ChRiStMaS!”

“Yes, Princey,” he pulls the covers over his shoulders, “I am painfully aware.”

Suddenly, cold air flows over his body. Virgil opens his eyes to see Roman holding his comforter with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smile on his face. 

Virgil shakes his head, “You’re going to get it!”

Roman screams bloody murder before sprinting out of Virgil’s room. The anxious side grabs his phone and chases Princey out of the hallway into the living room before grabbing his sash.

“Not the sash, you foul beast,” Roman tugs the fabric out of Virgil’s hands. 

“I told you it was a bad idea to wake up Virgil,” Logan states flipping a page in his book. He is seated at his recliner with Patton in his chair next to him knitting.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas, Virgil!” Patton greets. 

“You too, Pat.” The mentioned side giggles. 

“Okay, okay,” Roman says quickly, “can we open presents now?” He plops himself on the floor. 

“Okay, you little eager beaver, let me just get mine.” Virgil follows Patton into the hallway to get the ones he wrapped. They aren’t the prettiest thing in the world, but they will suffice. 

He lays his gifts in the center of the room with the others. Everyone grabs one present addressed to them and they unwrap them on a count of three. 

Virgil is in awe at the beautiful headphones in his hands. He thanks Logan still in a state of amazement. Logan smiles softly and laughs quietly. “Of course,” is his reply. 

Roman seems to love his notebook and he shows it by squealing and hugging the thing like a lifeline. Logan seems to like his book as well and flips through the pages, careful not to bend the spine.  

Virgil thanks Roman for the Nightmare Before Christmas pillowcase. Apparently, Roman believes that “it matches his aesthetic.” 

The sides are holding their last presents and Virgil and Patton share a look. They rip open the paper and gasp in unison. Virgil is frozen as he holds a picture frame in his hands. He is peering down at a picture of the four sides laughing together with their arms around each other. Except, they are children. 

They all have carefree smiles on their faces. They look genuinely happy. Their chubby faces couldn’t have contained wider grins. Tiny Virgil and tiny Patton were looking into each other’s eyes. Virgil can’t even remember this picture being taken. He feels pressure building behind his eyes and a lump forming in the middle of his throat.

He is pulled out of the picture by a loud sob being cut through the air. 

Why is Patton crying?

“They’re good tears, sweetie,” Patton manages as he looks at Virgil. “You made this for me?” Virgil can see Patton’s shiny brown eyes before he nods. 

Before he can comprehend what’s happening, Patton tackle-hugs him. Virgil can hear Patton’s uneven breaths as he rubs his back in small circles. 

They sit like that for a while. 

“Virge,” he pulls apart from him, “thank you.”

Virgil gives him a genuine smile, “Anytime.”

It’s the end of the night when Virgil returns to his room. He has his gifts in hand and he manages to close his door with his foot. He sets the headphones on his dresser next to the picture frame. The frame falls over and Virgil notices a note on the back. 

“We love you so much and you complete our famILY. Thank you <3″

[nebulaedaniel]

16.6.2018 - matinee experience

I met dan and phil and here’s how my whole day went

I woke up at 5:30 AM on Saturday morning. It would take me about 2 and a half hours to get to Stockholm, so i had to wake up early. My dad and i got in our car at 6:20 AM and started driving to the city nearby to be able to get on the train. I was really nervous so i didnt sleep in the car, even though i usually do.

We arrive in the city, eventually get on the train, and we’re officially on our way.

I was still really nervous so i decided to watch the video that they uploaded that previous day. I watched it and couldnt believe that i was going to meet them in just a few hours.

My dad and i arrived at around 9, and the venue was right outside the train station, so my dad wanted us to go there right away.

I thought we’d be the first ones there, but we werent! There was one more person there, and they had blue hair so ofc i was too intimidated to talk to them.

So we’re standing there, im furiously texting all my friends to tell them that im Actually freaking out. More people showed up and suddenly we were six people there.

Cabs are coming and going, and suddenly the people sitting on benches are reacting to one of the cars, but i didnt pay it any mind. But then everyone is lowkey screaming and panicking and i have no idea what’s happening, but then the blue haired person made eye contact with me and pointed behind me, so i turn around, and there they were? I didnt see them walk out of the car, but they were walking in and i. Started. Shaking. It was bad. I was writing to annie (@nuclear-clusterhug) and the gc i was in for ii, just yelling at all of them that i saw them!!

Just in case you were curious, they’re even gorgeous from the back.

So im standing there, i can barely speak and im pretty sure my dad was judging me but i really didnt care.

Eventually one of the people from the gc made it to the venue, and i finally had someone to freak out with.

I have no idea how long we stood there, maybe half an hour, the two other people showed up aswell, and now we were a little group just huddled together and waiting to be let inside.

Eventually they opened. We walked in. We got wristbands and i got the number 38, not that it mattered, but it did to me.

We went in, my friend and i were both freaking out. Eventually we went upstairs, we stood in line, and every minute felt like days. Their manager eventually explained what was going to happen, and then, a few minutes later, they arrived. They went up the stairs and dan looked so excited, i didnt hear a word what they said, but i filmed it and i have it.

They went back behind the screen and the first person goes in. We wait in line for maybe 20 minutes, although it felt like 5, and then. Its. Our. Turn.

My friend goes first and i film for her. We turn the corner and there they are. I see phil first and my god is he beautiful. My friend goes to hug them and i stand off to the side to film them and just look at them for 30 whole seconds. I have it all filmed and i cant believe it.

Then. Its my turn. And. I. Freeze. I dont say ANYTHING im so freaked out. I go to hug phil first and i just remember it being soft, then i hug dan and he was even softer like fuck his jumper was so soft.

Phil asks if i want anything signed, i hand over my book and they have it signed in 5 seconds.

But this. This moment is what will stick with me forever. I had written in my book “what’s your favorite thing about sweden” and dan wrote (it was dan, i watched the video of me meeting them like 20 times and dan. Wrote. It.) “you!”

You!

He wrote. “you!”

Im not. Okay.

Okay. So. Yes. That happend. Its in my book forever.

Phil then asked if i wanted a selfie.

Can i just say that phils voice is the softest thing ever when meeting fans, remember when phil was talking to the corgi in the dog video? And he said “do you like your hoodie?”? That kind of soft.

Anyway, so we took the selfie, phil was just like hiding behind me?? Cute

Dan did two poses and i was so overwhelmed i saw his dimples just a few decimeters away from me?? Unreal

I then left, almost forgot my book so that was fun.

We got our tote bags and then we left the venue

We sat outside for maybe 40 minutes, just internalizing that it happened. We had met them.

I eventually went to eat, then i got messages from natalie (@fanpurple) and she asked me where i was, so i hurried off to go to her

I got in line, and suddenly i was inside again.

Then, i met natalie. She was the smallest little person and she was so cute! She seemed so excited and that made me even more excited because oh my god! I met dnp and now i met my amazing friend?? I was so happy

We went to the official waiting area and got in line for the merch, and while we were waiting she was asking me all about how it was to meet them and i was more than happy to tell her EVERYTHING.

I got my stuff (poster, cap, hoodie) and we walked off to sit down, i showed natalie everything that i had gotten in the tote bag, and she went through my tabinof. While she was reading i was just sitting there, so happy that everything was going so well. It was the first time since… I dont know when, that i didnt have a single bad thought on my mind, you have no idea how amazing that felt.

Im not going to talk too much about the show, since this is already so long, but i do want to say that i was on the first row and phil kept walking and he was just a few meters away from me.

I must also say that videos do not do them justice, they’re 100 times more handsome in real life. i might have actually died from how fucking hoT phil is

The show goes on, im laughing im screaming im clapping, and i was just having a gooood timeeee.

One thing that i HAVE to mention tho, is the truth bombs thing.

One of the questions was “what would a documentary about their lives be called?” and as i was watching them i was just thinking like hmm i wonder what i wrote for that thing?

They start putting up things on screen.

“how my stalker became my best friend”

“why are we even doing this?” (or smt similar to that)

Then. The last one. Was. Mine.

“two dudes sittin on a sofa”

WHAT??? DID THAT HAPPENED?? yes. Yes it did. They didnt choose mine but i really dont fucking care because mine was up there. Phil said my name.

Natalie got to answer the question about what was in the box, she said butterfly, so adorable

There’s alot more. Like alot more. Ive written down everything on a document in my phone. But that were the highlights from the show.

i got home at 11pm, and the next day i was so sore from walking around and wearing my heavy backpack for a whole day, but that really doesnt matter, im too happy, im still too happy its been three days and im still soooo happyyy

thanks for reading, if anyone did

[thinking-kaye]

ADULTINNNNGGGG?!

June 18, 2020 4:21 P.M

Is this what adulting feels like?!!! 'Cause I don't like what I'm feeling right now! Arrrghhh!! I remember when I was younger I used to say "I wanna grow up fast" and now I just wanna go back to the times where I have to make sure I don't overpass the lines in my coloring book. I think that the first step to adulting is entering College. The stress and pressure is sooOooOoo real! First of all, I'm so blessed and thankful that I am able to Enter the College that I want. They say that before you get something that you want you have to work hard for it. I'm trying my best though.

Yesterday June 17, 2020 I had my Interview for my Development Communication Course through a messenger call and it was nerve wracking! My friend Angela who is done with her interview told me that their interviewer asked for a Whole body view and so I thought I shoud dress up too and it all went to waste because mine was just a messenger call but still I'm thankful that my Interviewer won't have to see my face. Hehehe. I was so freakin' nervous! But I think it's ok, I think I have done a good job. A funny story before my Interview: I don't know how the email world works but I just thought as long that I'll be able to send my email it'll be fine. We were asked to send our contacts like cellphone number and messenger account and so I obliged. There's a message that was sent after I sent mine saying that "I will be attending the Interview" and gave out her Name and phone number. I don't know if I'm just so dumb to think that she is our Interview! It turns out she is my fellow Interviewee! HAHAHAHA. GrRrr! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!! Just thinking about it makes me cringe.

This is the most nerve wracking 22mins. 45 secs. Of my life!

THIS IS SO FUNNY AND EMBARRASSING AT THE SAME TIMEEEE! GRRRRRR. THIS IS SO CRINGEY!

Then today June 18, 2020 I had another Interview for the course Information Technology. I didn't took it seriously at first because I thought to myself that "Nah. You can do it. You already know what to do" but boy I was so wrong.  It was a Video call Interview so I wore my clothes from yesterday's interview hehehehe. At first I'm not that nervous as I was on my first interview and I feel a little better because I have someone there together with me. I thought that I'll handle it well not until this Nerdy look and Genius boy started to talk and answered all the questions without hesitation that's when I thought that I'm doomed. To he honest,  I answered lamely. I bet my phone that that boy will ace that Interview. I won't expect to pass that but I don't feel upset or anything. It's okaye hehehehz.

This is the time when I realized "Yeeeep Kaye! This adulthood". I know that I'll experience a lot more. I just hope that I'll overcome them all. I hope I can get in to that School though.  I'm still doubting my course but I wish I'll learn to love it over time if ever I passed.

Message to myself: Hang in there Kaye! YOU CAN DO THIIIIS! Let me remind you what's for you will find it's way! If things don't work out really well then it's okay to feel hurt and disappointed but you have to stand up again okay?! FIGHTIIIING!!

[hayleymarshalldaily]

Gigi / other admins what are your predictions for TO season five, like honest predicitions not unrealistic ones? also why do you carry on the blog when you say you no longer like the show?

My (Gigi) honest opinions are here:

First and foremost I predict this is the last. I don’t think they’ll have another season, and I think the writers will be aware they’re writing their last.

Unnecessary teen drama fuelled by daddy issues with Hope because her father never picked up the phone despite breaking the rules and visiting Elijah (lord don’t get me started) and first love boyfriend drama with Roman. First two/three episodes will jump around with different locations including the school but i think by episode four they’ll all be home in new orleans (I’m predicting now Roman will die, probably similarly to Jackson in that he died because he was too close to a member of the family.)

I suspect they’ll have Hayley either go with “I never stopped loving you Elijah” or ‘learn’ to love the new Elijah, or just be plain over the battery, I’m a bit 50/50 on how quickly they’ll get his memories back. I have a feeling Elijah will have a new love interest who will fail to hold his attention once Hayley is back in his life or he gets his memories back, I suspect Hayley may also have a new LI who will have 30 seconds screentime total and will also be ditched in favour of H/E. We’ll probably learn little about what Hayley’s been doing in the past decade or so, she prolly wont have a job or have picked up a new hobby and they’ll once again make out like every waking moment was spent trying to get the mikaelsons together again and she just didn’t have timeeee for herself (or they’ll make out like she aint even bothered because that wouldn’t surprise me either with the way nobody including hayley fought to keep them all together at the end of last season)

I suspect we’ll have minimal Rebekah as per season 2/3 due to the fact Claire’s new series got picked up to order, I think we might have Kol/Davina drop in together every now and then, depending on when Danielle wants to film. (Though even if she was completely free I dont think they’d ever bring them both to mains)

I’m monumentally disappointed with the lack of flashbacks this season, I really am, but with the cut down time I suspect there’ll be the same amount in s5, then again if Klaus really does return back to how he used to be due to losing Hope (literally and figuratively), maybe we’ll get some more so they can draw comparison. Josh will probably be the same as he was this season as well, they’ll make a reminder that he has a boyfriend or something and then never show the guy again, then he’ll be used randomly as/when to fit plans. We’ll prolly have a couple of shots of Cami’s grave again so I suspect that’ll remain the same.

I predict that Rebel will have broken up by the first episode and Marcel will be back in New Orleans. (small chance they’ll break up in the first episode after realising that it just isn’t working out and they’ll make a show of Rebekah staying wherever they are at that moment and Marcel going home. I suspect Rebekah/Marcel will have been in a very tumultuous on/off again for the past 7/8 years) Rebekah will drop in when the drama starts and they need her for something, her and Marcel will gaze longingly and may have gotten it on again by the end of the season.

I suspect that Freya/Keelin will be ridiculously happy and soppy though Freya will feel guilty over how long her family have been separated. Keelin will comfort her and that will lead to more soppy stuff. The writers have made it v clear they’re all in for this relationship to be happy and not end so there’s really not that much to ‘predict’ with this one.

Hope will probably have Bonnie/Davina level powers that she’s still not got amazing amounts of control over due to the sheer level of power she has. Will probably lose control a lot.

Vincent... idk about Vincent, he’ll prolly have his own sideplot that’ll link into the main somehow. Same goes for Marcel, I dont really know where they’d go with him.

I think The Hollow plot will be solved by episode 2 and then the s5 villain will problem will take root in episode 3, like in this season just passed, where season 3′s problem was solved at the end of episode 2 and then the hollow came in and messed it up for them when they finally thought they were gonna be okay.

Klaus... I’m with everyone else they’ll probably have Klaus with an old edge to him because he’s feeling bitter that once again he’s had to give up his child in order for his family to be okay, and for all he has had growth in the past couple of years, this is klaus we’re talking about, it *will* get to him deep down that his family get to go off and basically be perfectly happy with their partners and elijah gets to unburden himself of them all but he gets jack shit and cant be with Hope once again.  But then again we were told to expect Klaus with PTSD from the dungeon and he had a total of one scene where we saw the effects of that so whoooo knows if they’ll make it effect him. 

Depending on what capacity they get Candice I suspect they’ll have Caroline be the light in his life again or whatever when he can finally go near Hope again and he don’t know how to act they’ll have Caroline act like she knows her better than anyone else since she’s been her teacher (yeah the vampire teaching the witch, okay, whatever, moving on) and will help Klaus with Hope.

Ric will probably make a cameo in either the first episode or an episode later down the season.

There’ll probably be a K/D, H/E, R/M & K/C endgame. But i wouldn’t be surprised if they had it so R/M weren’t actually endgame and have them accept that they’re always gonna love each other but it’s never gonna work out.

I’ve heard talks of a Hope spinoff, and maybe there is an actual plan in JP’s head for this or maybe there isn’t, But I guarantee you that if they do a backdoor pilot (prolly where Alaric will actually enter) then it’ll flop. Theres no longer a market for that kinda show. Not a TVD meets Harry Potter meets Buffy which is how I expect they’ll try play it off. I think Hope was aged up because they had no idea what to do with a seven year old tbh, and this is the CW, so there *must* be some sort of romance with a central character. Hence Roman. I suspect Hope will be bratty and have an attitude and wont be the shy completely selfless kid we met in s4, and they’ll probably either try saying it’s her genetics or because Klaus wasn’t around enough.

(my unrealistic hopes though are hayley having an actual job and maybe going back to the pack since it was confirmed she was still living in new orleans and being an alpha and liaising with Vincent to be the head of the wolf faction again, having more flashbacks, minimal daddy issue drama with hope, more haycel/hopecel, little interference from TVD including MF, and not stringing out the elijah drama, if you’re gonna give him back his memories just doooo it don’t make it last all season, also freya getting a job might be cool, and learning vincents actual job when he’s not casting spells... you know... just saying)

I still run this blog because I’ve invested a fuckton of time into it, this blog is like my baby tbh, and I still love Hayley as a character even though I’m not okay with the show rn or tbh a lot of the way Hayley is written, she’s still a character that I very much so cannot let go of just yet. Also I found out that Carina will be a producer this year which I let fill me with a tiny bit of Hope because whilst she may not have ultimate power on the actual plot like Julie does, she’s very much so always been very pro Hayley and has always written incredible scenes for her, and has also written some very decent K/H/ scenes (whether or not she or anyone else ships them romantically, some of the best K/H scenes where they talk about Hope have been written by her) 

Royal I’m assuming doesn’t care enough to give a prediction for s5 because she’s over the show, I know from speaking to her though that she’s still part of the blog because she enjoys the company (ayyyy) and has also been here from the very start and has invested a lot into it. Royal’s done a lot for the blog BTS.

And this is Sarah’s response:

My predictions for the show are pretty bleak (for me). I don't like this time jump. At all. Literally, there is not a single thing I like about it. I think they built the show on Klaus' redemption being through being a father to Hope, and yet he's spent literally less than two years actually raising her. So, what's the point of him being a father if he's not actually being a father? You providing biological material and/or money and possessions does not make you a father. He got what - two months with her where she could actually form memories and half the time he was fighting a big bad. Yes, his sacrifice was noble...I guess. 

 So, we're gonna get Hope with daddy issues. Which is very valid for her to have because she can't actually spend quality time with her father. And she apparently doesn't get to be raised by her mother. But that's all good because saint Caroline has a school she can attend and that's super more important than her being raised by her mother. Obviously, there's no witches in NOLA who could teach her. No witch children she could make friends with (or werewolf children for that matter). Nope. None. Not a single one. Certainly none with the last name Mikaelson. Noooooope. Can't think of a single witch who could teach her. 

 Also, add in the fact that the sides that were released (which I doubt will make it onto the show) have Hope completely isolated and has no friends because everyone is scared of her. But totally worth not being raised for extended amounts of time by either of her parents for her to not have friends...she gets a boyfriend though!!!!!!! And that's all that matters, right? 

 Basically, I think they aged up Hope because now they can push the magic school spin-off with Hope as the lead once the Originals ends. They're baiting other fans in with talk of Caroline and KC and whether they actually go through and produce either - who knows. 

 I think eventually they'll get back to NOLA. Hope will leave the school (since apparently she has no friends there in the first place). Her boyfriend will follow and be creepy like all the male vampires on this show. But she'll ignore it because he's dreamy and dangerous and blah blah blah. The show will continue reusing plot lines and nothing will actually ever happen or be accomplished. Somehow the Mikaelsons will put the Hollow down for good and we'll see Klaus again not knowing how to be a father/trying to make up for lost time because that's all the writers apparently know how to write. Maybe we'll get big bad Klaus again, and when he's finally reunited with Hope, he'll start his redemption arc again. Wash, rinse, repeat.

[c-highschool]

December 29. 2012; Being A Wrestler's Supportive Girlfriend

He was involved in a wrestling tourney at a local high school since 9AM. I finally got out of the house around 1:00PM, running into my parents along the way, restricting me like always.

After I pulled into the nice, new, but ghetto high school, I took a moment to calm down. I had been crying because my dad told me, I was to limit my dates with Yoshi until I could keep up my grades.. UH HELLO I HAVE A 4.0! I’M SORRY I DON’T SEE THE PROBLEM!?

I walked into the entrance, these boys giving me the once over.. or twice over. I gave up asking if I needed to pay for the admission & walked past them. I stood in the doorway, scanning for his familiar face. I couldn’t see him. I stood there for ten minutes before I went to the second doorway, another entrance to the gym. I saw him, face flustered, chilling with his buddies. I didn’t want to interrupt. So I stood there awkwardly.

There was a man who walked by, I guessed that looked like his dad, & then the woman started talking to me… asking me how my Christmas & present wrapping went… Yeah, well that was his mom. First time, I actually talked to her & it’s sad of me to say I honestly don’t remember what his mom looked like… Hah fail.

Anyways they looked like they were leaving with another female walking with them, I’m guessing his aunt. We said our goodbyes & it was awkward really. He finally saw me & walked on over.

We hugged & walked out of the gym. We sat on the steps talking about how he just won his first match & I was too occupied looking for him, I didn’t bother to think he might be wrestling. Then we got up so he can order something to eat. He ordered a muffin & something else.

SOOOOO for the next four, long hours consisted of us sitting on the steps, talking, teasing, texting, people watching, kissing, hugging, going into the gym checking up on the wrestlers, playing games on his phone, taking pictures, talking to his teammate, R, who I’ve known since freshman year (he showed no hint of jealousy at all.. I mean we were only just talking), listening to music, kissing my head,  walking around, him talking to his many friends while I stood there awkwardly, drawing each other on an app, playing tic-tac-toe, & snuggling a bit.

FINALLY it was his turn on the mat at the semifinals. I gave him a goodluck kiss :) I was fidgety because I don’t want him hurt or anything.. I know he can take care of himself & his opponent. & He won of course :) That meant we had to wait another hour or so for the championship & his weight class to begin.

SO. After he won the semifinals, while we were waiting, we decided to sit on the bleachers with his teammates. Sometimes he’d put his arm around my shoulder & I’d lean against him until his arm was asleep. Sometimes I’d stare at him, he wouldn’t even blink, so focused on watching his teammates wrestle on one of the four mats. I thought he looked really sexy when he focuses on something, far away ^-^ Oooh! Or when he was warming up, jumping up & down & THE WAY HE WALKS.. soooo attractive! Haha We ran into the head wrestling coach, which he made small talk with me, asking how my knee was (since he was my former P.E. coach & Sports Med teacher) & made talk with Yoshi, how he was doing in the tourney.

Texting my parents saying I’ll go to church tomorrow, I wanted to be here to support him. You don’t know how hard it is to convince or make my parents understand I want to be there for him. Even if he hasn’t come to most of my games, I WANT to be that supportive girlfriend, to show him I actually do care. My mom seemed okay through text, but my dad & sister were grumpy about it. Even my own sister is jealous because I’ve spent three dates with him this winter break. I was going to be in big trouble at home. I didn’t want to think about being at home, while I was here with him. I couldn’t enjoy these moments with him very much, being miserable thinking what’s happening at home with my parents. I had to force those thoughts out of my mind, because I wouldn’t have a good chance of planning a date with him any time soon /:

CHAMPIONSHIP TIMEEEE!! He wrestled for more than four minutes, & he was the one that had to wrestle on the mat furthest away from the bleachers.. that I was too lazy to walk over there.. so I sat there taking pictures of him. He won, after more than four minutes had passed. When he got back, he was dripping with sweat, his face & body was red.. I got worried, asking him if he was okay, wanted water? He shook his head no, telling me wrestling that guy over four minutes used up his energy.

He got called over for a team meeting as the matches ended to a close, with the awards beginning. I walked over. He stood with his teammates, I stood at a spot where I could see him, wanting to capture this moment. They called the top 5 finishers & by lowest weight first. He was somewhere in the middle, but when he stood up on the platform in the number one spot…I WAS A VERY PROUD GIRLFRIEND!!

I made my way, searching for him. He was there, still red. I gave him a hug & two kisses. I said something, & he told me to wait, so I could drive him to school because he left his car there, because all the wrestlers had to ride the bus. So finally, finally, the announcers got through with every award, we headed out to my car.

We held hands, walking to the far end of the parking lot. He was still hot while I shook from the cold, he said, “Awww babyyyy!" & wrapped himself around me. It was already snowing, I unlocked the car, he got in while I wiped the frost off the windows. Well I tried to anyway.

I gave up, turned on the defroster, put on some music. We kissed in my car for the first time. Gentle making out I’d say. He rubbed my leg, my fingers in his hair, his arm around my neck that pulled me in closer, no one could see us, we didn’t care. My windows are so tinted it might be illegal & there was ice & snow that protected us from curious strangers.

When I could see through my windows, I started to head back. He called his dad to tell him he won & other things, I don’t know I was too focused on the icy, very slippery road. But Yoshi told his dad, ”She’s a good girl… a very good girl. She can come over? Okay I’ll ask later…“ He was rubbing my thigh, good thing I can multitask, driving in the snow & concentrate so hard I cannot be ticklish.

He never asked me because he knew. Plus he was really tired. & I’d say no because of my family, but it excited me, imagining his family knowing I stayed & watched their son wrestle for five & a half hrs. I also wanted to hang at his house.. but because of my family, he knew the answer.

My car slid two times.. he was calm for someone who wasn’t in control of the car while I cursed. He also assured me, "You’re good. You’re okay." We sang sometimes. Most of the time there was silence, the music playing. Kind of awkward..

When I got to the school, he organized his things into his backpack. We kissed a couple of times before he almost got out & we actually said, "Drive home safe,” AT THE SAME TIME. We kissed again. He got out & started his own car. I wish I had waited for him, but I had to get back home, my parents would be freaking out.

As it turns out my dad was waiting by the Christmas tree, in the living room. I see him. I knew it. But I went into the house after taking a deep breath, & everyone seemed happy. I skipped upstairs to my room, everyone happy while I’m miserable at home? Makes me even more miserable, but at least I got to spend time with him.