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what-a-heavenly-way-to-diee · 4 years ago

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here’s a snippet from a wip i want to write one day. it’s way out of context, but im really proud of it and wanted to share it. let me know what you think

Alyosha’s hair had been falling in his eyes lately. It was such a small detail, Ameria shouldn’t have even noticed, let alone have cared. Especially not with everything else going on. And yet, it was driving her slightly mad.

He’d stumble about in the mornings, shoving constantly at it to keep it out of the way, and Ameria would have to take a moment to reign herself in. It was beginning to be quite a problem.

She reached her limit one morning. It was cold out, every day in Czara was cold, but the wind that morning had been especially vicious. It poured down from the mountains, sweeping down into the valley with a biting vengeance. Flowers froze over, grass danced in ripples, and Alyosha’s hair blew into his eyes.

He’d come inside from his daily perimeter check, cheeks flushed pink and snow on his shoes, struggling out of his winter gear. He was wearing his green sweater beneath it all, the same one she’d bought for him all those months ago. And, well. Ameria just couldn’t.

“Alexey.” She had snapped. His head swiveled toward her immediately, big, brown eyes confused at the use of his first name. “Sit down, for God’s sake. You’re getting a haircut.” She stormed out of the kitchen before he could even respond. She slammed about the bathroom until she’d located her scissors. When she’d looked in the mirror briefly, she had looked a bit insane. Wild brown hair, a crazed look in her eyes and scissors clutched tightly in her hand. It was fine. Everything was all very fine.

She came back to the kitchen to find him sitting obediently at the table, looking a bit confused still, but complacent. She made him turn his chair to face her and stared angrily down at him. “This is ridiculous.”

He smiled. “What? My hair?”

“You.” She said, before she finally just went at it, tilting his chin up to look at her. It was a better angle that way. His eyes stared up at her through the fringe of his dark hair, mussed from the wind outside. He looked amused, she thought, but not quite smiling.

She pressed her lips together, running her hands through it, trying to decide how she wanted to go about it. It was cold to the touch, but infuriatingly soft too. Despite the emotion brewing up inside her, something that felt akin to anger, but closer to something else, she made her hands gentle. His scalp felt so delicate under her fingers. She couldn’t dare to hurt him.

He hummed slightly, eyes sliding closed to her touch. Ameria fought very, very hard to keep her breathing steady. She picked up the scissors, cutting carefully at the ends, shaping it closer to his head, out of his eyes.

She glanced back down at him at one point, surprised to find him staring back up at her. His eyes looked darker in the dim kitchen lighting, though it could have just been the wide rim of his pupils, twin black holes, pulling in all around them. His hands were clasped together, resting between his knees. He wouldn’t touch her. She knew he wouldn’t. He just gazed right up at her, expression ridiculously fond, looking so infuriatingly soft. She had never wanted to kiss him so badly.

He must’ve been able to read her mind. To sense her turbulent thoughts, conflicting feelings and desires tumbling about over each other. Because she couldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to. No matter how much she yearned to lean down, close the short distance. To press their lips together, to feel him against her, to take in all that softness, all of it for herself. She couldn’t. It was impossible.

He must’ve been able to read her mind.

“Its alright.” He said, voice quiet, gentle. But it wasn’t. None of it was alright.

He reached up slowly, taking the scissors from her hand, laying them on the table. Then back up again, he took her wrists in his hands, giving her all the time in the world to pull away. He loped his fingers around them gently, no pressure, not to constrict her, just to touch. She felt a lump build up in her throat.

“I.” She couldn’t voice any of it. Any of it at all.

“I know.” He said, almost a whisper. There was a faint smile to his face as his moved his thumbs softly, rubbing up and down the inside of her wrists, right along her pulse. Her skin caught aflame, all the way from where he was touching her to her toes. She was on fire.

It was beautiful. It was revolting. It was everything she ever wanted.

“Aley.” She managed to choke out.

He smiled slowly “That’s still not my name.”

You’re everything to me she thought, watching as he turned her wrist to face upwards. He looked her in the eye. “May I?” She knew exactly what he was asking. She thought she might crumble to pieces if he did, but she nodded anyway.

He looked at her a second longer, then closed his eyes, dipping his head down. His lips brushed the thin skin of her wrist, the blue veins winding there, the beat of her heart. It was a barely there touch, hardly even a kiss. A sob built in her chest.

He deserved better. They both did.

“One day.” He said, letting her wrists fall from his hands, turning his head back up to her.

It was a vow, a promise. A certainty.

She nodded. One day.

#apparently i’m in the habit of posting all my drafts now #i hope y’all like it i love these characters to death #not aftg #writing #writer #writeblr #wip #wip stuff #writing memes #original character #original work #young writer #writer memes

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what-a-heavenly-way-to-diee · 4 years ago

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so, i’ve just found a draft of an old aftg fic i worked on a long time ago. it’s very oc centric, but im actually pretty impressed with it. theres not much, but would anybody be interested in reading it as an actual fic? im not opposed to continuing it. i’ll post what i’ve got below

June 9th rolled around before Kevin was ready for it. Summer had been rough, not worse than the year before it, of course, but rough all the same. He was glad the team had mostly separated, Kevin, Andrew and Neil sticking to the tower while their teammates dispersed elsewhere. Because after Riko had died, Kevin hadn’t any room for any emotion other than dark, sickening grief, so thick it choked him. And his teammates hadn’t any room for any emotion other than celebration and scorn. Needless to say, the two didn’t mesh well. He just hoped by now, as he slowly began to piece himself together again, getting used to a life without Riko at his side, they could move past that ugliness from late spring.

Surely the new foxes would serve plenty well as a distraction, though. Kevin thought them over as they drove to the longue, eyes focused on the landscape outside but not quite seeing it. Neil had claimed the front seat before Kevin could try, so he was stuck in the back with Nicky and Aaron, who had returned to the tower the week before.

Jack Morris, striker. Born and raised in New England, he supposedly had a temper, but all Kevin saw when he looked at his file was his brazen and aggressive playing style, that once they could get under control, would be a valuable asset to the lineup. They could deal with whatever rough edges he had; they’d survived the past year after all.

Sheena Hooper, goalie. Kevin hadn’t paid too much attention to her tapes or files, as he trusted Renee’s expertise on the position enough to trust her potential. He had noted though, she played with all she had, which was definitely a welcome contrast to Andrew’s complete apathy on the court.

Joseph Hunt, a talented backliner from the neighboring state of North Carolina. He was quick on the court, strong too, and Kevin trusted Matt to train him up to where he needed to be.

Nicole Marquez, dealer from New Mexico. Her tapes had showed immense promise, and Kevin hadn’t any objections when Wymack added her to the lineup.

That left the last two.

About two weeks into the summer, Wymack and called Kevin, Andrew and Neil to the court for an impromptu meeting. He had also managed to drag Aaron away from Katelyn’s to attend as well. Kevin’s first instinct was to expect bad news, but Wymack’s tense expression didn’t seem like anger or carefully concealed sadness, instead he seemed resolute.

He’d told them he was pulling two of the chosen recruits from the lineup and putting in two new ones instead. It was entirely unexpected and confusing. Andrew reacted with his usual disinterest for anything Exy related, and while Aaron seemed at least a bit interested in the news, Kevin and Neil by far had the biggest reactions. Mostly confusion, had something happened to the two? But that quickly turned to outrage when Wymack revealed that, no, the original striker and backliner were fine, he had just found someone better, without consulting the team first.

They quickly discovered the Wymack was entirely unwilling to budge on the issue. His decision was final. He hadn’t called them down to discuss it either, just to let them know. The biggest shock was that he refused to allow them to see either of their files, merely given them their names and positions. James Bell and Harriet Weiss, striker and dealer, respectively.

They were both transferring from some school in New York, both sophomores who had Wymack’s confidence they were good enough to stand on the court with a Class 1 exy team. They’d be flying in on June 9th with the rest of the team.

Apparently, Andrew’s lot were the last to find out, Wymack having told the upperclassmen the day before. Wymack quickly sent them away before they could argue further, with a gruff reminder that he was their coach, and knew what the hell he was doing with his team.

Back at the dorm Kevin and Neil griped about the situation until Andrew threatened to throw both of them out to sleep on the streets. Kevin holed himself up in the room, exy game open on his lap, to seethe. Wymack hadn’t told them what college the two were transferring from so he couldn’t even look up their games.

He trusted Wymack in his decisions, but he couldn’t fathom what his motivations could’ve been to keep it a total secret. Did he not trust the rest of the team to select their new players? Did he not trust Kevin? He dwelled on those questions throughout a night of restless sleep.

Eventually, he got over it, but curiosity still simmered inside of him. It seemed that way for the rest of the foxes too, as the two recruits were the topic of most of the team’s gossip. Nicky thought maybe they had paid Wymack to play on the team, and Wymack was so ashamed of taking the money he didn’t want the team to know anything about them. Allison’s theory was slightly more plausible, that they were two convicted criminals, saying that it ‘wouldn’t be the first time’. Kevin sincerely hoped not.

He guessed he’d find out soon.

They were the first to make it to the lounge, and Andrew and Neil went straight to the couches, reclining in silence. Nicky was perched by Aaron, blabbing on and on about his summer vacation with Erik, Aaron occasionally responding with either a borderline rude comment, or offering details on his own stay with Katelyn.

Kevin ignored both of them and went to check the locker and supply rooms, just to see that things were in order. Both smelled faintly of cleaning supplies, evidently the cleaning crew had been through recently. For a moment he was struck with the memory of writing on the wall, dark red staining through the number ‘10’, the sharp tang of blooding stinging his nose. He shook his head and the image faded.

He walked back to the lounge, drawn by the sounds of more voices. Matt and the girls had shown up in his absence, likely having come in together. That just left the freshmen.

Renee smiled when she saw him and walked over to give him a brief hug. Her face was flushed with the leftovers of a sunburn, freckles scattered along the bridge of her nose. He thought he remembered her mentioning a beach trip with Allison. “How was your summer, Kevin?”

“Fine. How was yours?” he replied plainly.

“Oh, just lovely. Florida is beautiful this time of year.” She took his arm as she guided him back into the room, where the other upperclassmen were waiting.

He was, all of a sudden, nervous. They had not parted on good terms, and Kevin prepared himself for any remaining animosity. They couldn’t imagine how Kevin could’ve grieved for a monster like Riko, they didn’t understand that he had been his brother, his other half, for his entire life. But, as he searched their faces, he didn’t find any anger, instead, resigned acceptance. It seemed they had come to terms with him over their time apart. Dan seemed her usually self-assured and confident self, Matt tall and cheerful beside her. Allison still looked at him with vague distaste, but that was normal.

No one said anything to him as he crossed the room to take his seat on the coach, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He listened halfway as they recounted tales of their summer vacation to Nicky, who lapped up every detail like it was gold.

He was more interested in watching the door, waiting for the others to arrive.

Joseph Hunt and Nicole Marquez were the first of the freshmen to arrive. Nicole barged into the room like she owned it, hooded eyes sweeping over the room. Joseph was less dramatic in his entrance, following behind her quietly. He was tall, but his hunched posture made him look ten times smaller.

Kevin frowned, backliners needed to be aggressive to properly defend the goal. He hoped his attitude would change when he stepped onto the court.

Dan quickly rose to greet them; her grip was firm as she shook a less-than-impressed Nicole’s hand. The rest of the upperclassmen introduced themselves, and Nicky joined in, introducing his cousins as well. Neil didn’t rise from his seat to give his name, but he wasn’t indifferent either.

Kevin was about to say his piece before Nicole interrupted him “I know who you are.” Her voice had a slight drawl to it “Everyone does.”

He raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t quite know how to respond. Clearly, she had attitude issues, but nothing he’d never seen. Hopefully she knew how to work her aggression out on the court, if not, she’d learn.

It wasn’t long after that Sheena and Jack arrived. In contrast to Nicole’s open aggressiveness, the two seemed coolly indifferent, possibly rivaling Allison in their haughtiness. Jack especially. He took in the room with his nose upturned, features scrunched unattractively. Sheena looked unimpressed at his shoulder.

The upperclassmen exchanged uneasy glances, but Dan went about with her captain’s spiel without any noticeable hitch. They exchanged several bits of conversation then, some of it sounding more agitated than friendly, but Kevin was more interested in how they preformed on the court than he was their personal relationships, so he tuned it out.

He couldn’t help but notice though, that Neil was still seated on the couch. He nudged him with his elbow “You’re vice-captain this year. Don’t you think you should act like it?”

Neil shot him an annoyed look but couldn’t get a word in before Jack spoke up. Kevin hadn’t meant for anyone to overhear, but apparently the new striker had keen ears.

“Don’t tell me he’s vice cap.” His lips were twisted into a scowl, which seemed to be his default expression.

“Neil is a talented player.” Dan said, arms crossed “Why wouldn’t he be?”

Jack turned to look at her “He’s far from the best. Kevin was the obvious choice.”

Allison tossed a lock of blonde hair over her shoulder “You’ve never even set foot on our court. Your opinion is irrelevant.”

He opened his mouth again, likely to say something nasty in retort, but Renee beat him to it.

“We’ve only just met,” she said, “let’s not get off on the wrong foot.”

“She’s right,” Wymack’s voice was gruff from where he was standing in the doorway “I leave you shitheads alone for five minutes and you’re already fighting.”

Matt grinned “Hello to you too, Coach.”

Wymack nodded in response and strode into the room, throwing a stack of papers down on the TV stand as he did so. “Let’s get this over with so I can hand out all my paperwork. James and Harriet, meet the foxes, foxes meet James and Harriet.”

It was only then that the foxes saw the two figures standing in the doorway. As they stepped into the room, they carried everyone’s attention with them. They were Wymack’s mystery recruits, and the foxes wanted to know who they were. Wanted to know why Wymack was so hellbent on them.

Kevin’s attention went first to James. He was tall, with an athlete’s figure. He seemed relaxed but confident, brown eyes lightly amused, his mouth set with a slight tilt. With his elegantly styled brown hair and put together demeanor, he didn’t seem like he fit into any of the expectations the rest of the team had unwittingly planted into Kevin’s mind. He seemed so…normal.

He caught Kevin’s eyes on him and offered him a slight smile. Kevin shifted his attention to his much smaller companion.

Harriet seemed even less conspicuous than James. She had curly blonde hair cut to her shoulder, and a soft look to her. She took in the room with interested hazel eyes. She was dressed plainly, but perhaps that was just for the flight over. Kevin would not have pegged her as a potential fox. But surely, they were there for a reason.

James was the first to break the silence, crossing the room to shake Dan’s hand “James Bell. Pleased to meet you guys.”

Nicole actually snorted at that, but James didn’t seem affected when he glanced at her. Harriet gave a small wave before following him to settle against one of the chairs. Wymack had bought a couple more seating options for the lounge to accommodate the larger number of foxes, and they were quickly being used.

Harriet took the seat while James leaned against the back of the chair. The ease at which the moved around each other meant they clearly had known each other awhile.

Dan found her voice “Welcome to Palmetto. We’re glad to have you.”

“Thank you. We’re glad to be here.” Harriet replied, the comment only noteworthy because it revealed a refined British accent.

Nicky frowned “I thought you guys were from New York.”

“We are,” she told him “But I moved here from London a few years ago.”

Matt raised a less than inconspicuous eyebrow at Wymack, who just stared back in stony silence. When no one else said anything, he picked up his stack of papers. “Alright, you know the drill. Paperwork and physicals today, practice tomorrow. Newbies, welcome to the team, we’re thrilled to have you and all that. I know you’ve all heard the stories from last year by now, so I won’t bullshit you. This team is messy, and you’re gonna have to get used to it. Learn how to function with your teammates, learn how to work together on the court, and you’ll be fine. Dan?”

Halfway through his speech, Abby had walked into the lounge, and as Dan stood up to address the team, she handed out the paperwork. Kevin mostly tuned Dan’s voice out, he’d heard it all before, he knew what he was doing. Instead, he focused on getting through the packet of waivers and signatures. The sooner he could get on the court, the better.

By the time he looked up again, Dan had finished speaking, and was now absorbed in a conversation with several of the freshmen. Jack and Sheena hung to the outskirts of the room, looking like they had nothing to say to anyone. The stream of students coming in and out of Abby’s office had begun, and Kevin leaned back in his seat to wait.

He considered starting up a conversation with Neil, possibly about training strategies for the upcoming year, but to his annoyance him and Andrew were speaking quietly in German to each other. He settled for running plays over in his head.

As he did so, his eyes, completely unbidden, traveled over to Harriet and James. They were speaking to each other, completely wrapped up in their own little bubble. James was waving one of the papers around as he made a point, Harriet nodded along emphatically. Kevin wondered if they were together. It seemed that everyone on the team was nowadays.

That got him thinking of Thea, and, oh. That was not a train of thought he wanted to go down. He forced his eyes away, looking instead to Andrew as he crossed the room from Abby’s office, eyes as bored and impassive as ever. He wondered what that was like, to move through life completely apathetic as Andrew was. He wondered if it was easier. Sometimes Kevin felt so full of emotions he thought he would drown.

Abby called his name at just the right time. Her office was comfortingly familiar, and he sank into that familiarity gratefully. Kevin liked routine, he always had. Liked things with rules, outlines he could follow. It felt like safety to him.

The start of the season was like that for him. The shift back to normalcy after the blurry rules of summer. He could only hope that this year would be calmer than the last. It already looked like they might have a rocky start with some of the freshmen, but that was to be expected. Kevin still wanted to know what the deal with Harriet and James was.

His checkup went quickly, without a hiccup. Abby paid close attention to his hand, made sure it hadn’t been causing him any pain, and sent him off with an all clear. He sat back on the couch and waited for everyone else to finish so he could leave.

He perked up when James’s name was called, unable to battle his curiosity. He didn’t think it was his imagination when his physical took longer than most others had. Longer than even the other freshmen. When he finally came out, he looked just as calm as before. Kevin narrowed his eyes. If he had some sort of old injury, Kevin needed to know about it. He’d ask Abby about it later.

The rest of the day passed without incident, all in all pretty boring. He spent his afternoon checking over his schedule for the year, sorting out his classes and ignoring the sounds of his teammates moving into the rooms around him.

The foxes had procured two new dorm rooms to meet the needs of the expanded teams. This meant that the original nine of them got to keep their set up, which Kevin appreciated. As he understood it, there’d be three each in the new rooms, one with Nicole, Harriet and Sheena, the other with James, Jack and Joseph. Kevin hoped that placement wouldn’t prove to be problematic.

At around 5 P.M. Matt poked his head into their dorm room. “Dan’s ordering takeout, if you guys wanted to come over for dinner.”

Nicky perked up at that, gazing hopefully at Andrew from his seat on the beanbag. Andrew shot him an annoyed glance but didn’t respond.

Neil, clearly tired of the awkward silence, answered for him “Yeah. Sounds good. We’ll be over in a second.”

Kevin huffed at that, but figured it wasn’t the worst plan in the world. He was done with his scheduling, and the exy game he was watching was only half interesting anyway. He followed his roommates without complaint when they left the dorm.

The girls had already settled in when they arrived, Dan and Renee seated at the couch, with Allison lounging against their legs. They quickly lapsed into their routine of light chatter and laughter, getting reacquainted after a summer apart.

This part of the team was still unusual to Kevin, they way they got along. It hadn’t been like that with the Ravens. How you played on the court was what mattered, how you behaved off it was unimportant. Friendships and personal relationships with your teammates weren’t necessary as long as you could still play with them, but for people like Dan, those relationships seemed key.

Kevin supposed there was some truth to it, he wasn’t blind or stupid, he recognized that as Neil had brought the team closer last year, they had grown stronger, but it was still unfamiliar territory. Were team dinners and game nights really necessary?

Even so, he didn’t protest when Matt struck up a conversation with him, telling him all about how his summer with Dan and his mother went, asking Kevin a couple questions about his own summer. He didn’t have much to input, he had filled his days with grueling practices and awkward dinners at Wymack’s house the nights he stayed over.

Halfway through their conversation Dan and Renee left to pick up their food, and Allison interrupted everybody to beckon them all closer. With a resigned sigh, Kevin moved away from his spot on the wall.

She cast a considering glare over them before she spoke, as if she were trying to read their minds. “So,” she said into the uncomfortable silence “thoughts on the freshmen?”

Kevin sighed, there was no doubt the betting would begin now, that insatiable habit of the Foxes.

Nicky’s grin was slow and languid, matching his posture as he lounged on the floor “Not bad to look at. Especially that last one.”

Neil shook his head “What happened to Erik?” Nicky waved a hand at him “Its all in good fun, Neil. Learn to live a little.”

#this is actually the first fanfic i've ever tried to write #completely forgot about it though lol #i guess i always assumed people dont care about ocs #aftg #all for the game #all for the gay #aftg fanfic #oc #fanfic #kevin day #kevin day x oc #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxes #tfc #trk #tkm

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what-a-heavenly-way-to-diee · 4 years ago

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here’s some out of context memes from my wip just because

#i know people don’t care about this #i just have no where else to put them lmao #not aftg #writing #wip

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what-a-heavenly-way-to-diee · 4 years ago

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Foxes on Valentine’s Day

Andrew and Neil:

okay so we all know how little our boys care about commercial holidays

but i like to believe they’d at least do SOMETHING

neils never celebrated valentine’s day before

him and mary would always do something very small for major holidays, but valentines was just too unimportant to bother with

but nicky convinces him into getting something for andrew

so the next time neils at the store, he spends about twenty minutes agonizing over the holiday section

he had no idea what to get, or what andrew would even like

eventually he just settles on some chocolate and extra things of ice cream. it seems like the safe option

but by the time he gets back to the tower, he’s sweating

because what if andrew hates valentine’s day??? what if he’s got some kind of bad memory of it neil doesn’t know about???

by the time he finds andrew on the roof, he’s regretting all his life’s choices

but all andrew does when he hands him the chocolate is raise an eyebrow. he can’t turn down sweets though

they spend the night on the roof sharing the pints of ice cream and a special bottle of whiskey andrew had picked up that day

they’re happy

Dan and Matt

there’s no way these fools don’t go all out

i mean matt spoils dan all the time, so you can imagine what he’s like on valentine’s day

they have this one restaurant they love to go to

it’s not the nicest one in town, but it’s theirs

before they leave that night, allison does dan’s hair and nails

she also gets them a voucher for a very nice hotel, because she doesn’t “want to hear you guys banging all night”

matt buys her one of those gigantic teddy bears. it’s almost bigger than him

dan absolutely loves it

they go to dinner, all dressed up of course, and then go for a late night drive around time

all and all, they have your pretty basic couples valentine’s day

Nicky

valentine’s day makes nicky sad

of course he misses erik all the time, but seeing all the happy couples just makes everything that much worse. reminds him of what he can’t have

him and erik text constantly that day

it annoys kevin to no end

nicky maintains that he’s just bitter cause he’s also not getting any

that night he sets up the kitchen all fancy, and they cook together over facetime

they eat together, with candles and everything set up. because even if they’re continents apart, they always find away to be with each other

they fall asleep on facetime that night.

Aaron

he escapes the tower as soon as he can

because like hell he’s bringing katelyn around the foxes

kevin gripes about it, because he was wanting to practice, but aaron has things to do

katelyn is doing galentines with the other cheerleaders earlier in the day, so he spends his day shopping

he buys her new jewelry, dresses, shoes, flowers, pretty much anything nice that he sees

they have reservations at a fancy restaurant that night, and have plans for him to stay at her apartment that night

her roommates out of town, so they’ll have it to themselves, wink wink

aaron could never imagine that someone as wonderful and beautiful as katelyn could ever want him, and he does everything he can to show her just how much he loves her. he wants to make up for all the time he spent hiding her away

he’s just so glad he found someone who loves him so strongly, despite all his faults. he feels wholly undeserving, but so so grateful

Kevin

he has little regards for the holidays

the ravens never celebrated them. they were unimportant, just distractions from exy

if he had his way, he would spend his day on the court, but wymack forbids it

i really don’t like thea, so i’m just gonna...not acknowledge her existence here

i feel like, now the wymack knows he’s kevin’s father, he makes the effort to do more things with kevin

like spend holidays together

i like to think that him and abby have him over to abby’s house that night for a nice home-cooked meal

maybe the make fondue or something

but nothing too sugary, or kevin will have a fit

they watch a movie together after, definitely something cheesy that abby picked out

and that night as kevin lies in bed in the guest room, he realizes that he’s happy

he loves his new family, much more than he imagined he could

him and wymack will never have a normal father/son relationship

but they’re getting there

and that’s what matters

Renee and Allison

they both love the holiday, for completely different reasons

we all know allison’s materialistic. she loves the flowers, the chocolates, the expensive dinners

renee adores the idea of a whole day dedicated for celebrating love. there’s something so special about it to her

allison flies them out of town for the weekend

they rent done ridiculously expensive condo

is it over the top?

yes. absolutely

but allison just loves her girlfriend

so so much

they go somewhere on the water, and while it may be too chilly to swim, they spend their nights on the beach, star gazing

they bake a lot, renee teaches allison how to make pastries

the condo smells AMAZING

they both love that they get to spend the time with each other. allison dreams of when they’ll have a place to themselves

to when they’ll be able to do this everyday

they have an amazing time.

thought i’d do something special for the holiday! this is just my take and my own personal head cannons! i’ve never done anything like this on here before, but i had fun with it, so if you guys want more like it let me know! i have a couple ideas and i’m definitely up to requests. otherwise, have a great valentine’s day!

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