who are you?

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Happy valentine’s day to my unfortunate girlfriend @tobeashlyn. Even when she hates me she’s beautiful. I love you with ever fiber of my being, even the fiber in the leg that’s not even part of my being anymore. One year on and you’re still putting up with my suspicious scheming ways and even more suspicious knitting skills. I definitely played the anti-hero card right.

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[aaronscottknows]

What have you been up to ever since returning home?

Living. Turns out it’s a lot easier these days. Anyway, I gotta go, Ash is doing a recital tonight. Maybe I’ll catch you around.

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@tobeashlyn guess we made it, huh?

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are you happy with how your life turned out?

Eh, it’s okay. I mean, beautiful talented and hilarious girlfriend and ten billion long lost siblings make for an interesting Christmas day. Freya still doesn’t like my hand made sweaters and Ashlyn still doesn’t like Joel but it could be worse. I’m pretyt happy with my life, I mean, I still have it. I could of done without having my leg choped off twice by my brother but you know how it is, apparently it’s just a sign of affection. Travis is still a bit wary, but at least he’s out of a straight jacket, and away from sharp objects. And best of all, I actually managed to lose my virginity so at least now if someone does decide to murder me then it won’t be quite as tragic. My Mom forgave me but she’s still pretty confused about what went down on the Exchange, and for that I say, never, ever take a vacation to a Jamaican island that has the power to float away all by itself. All things considered, hasn’t been a bad life. Not at all.

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@tobeashlyn: been with my favorite person for a really long time now and all that sappy stuff, love you @aaronscott💛

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@tobeashlyn just so you know, i’d... go out on a limb for you. ;) happy anniversary babe x

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[text] so will I be seeing you at home, or are you going off on an even grander adventure?

[text] I think that I’ve had enough adventure for a lifetime.

[text] Or ten.

[text] Maybe if I bring pie my Mom might forget the way I said I hated her and she was meaningless to me. She’ll probably still be upset you’re married though.

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[tailfromthesea]

he sat there alone she watched him unfold they thought it was fine and that there was still time he said goodnight she whispered goodbye

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[aseaofquotes]

Jodi Picoult, House Rules

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John Steinbeck, East of Eden

[aaronscottknows]

February Fourteenth || Scallaghan

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If there was anything Ashlyn was sure about, it was that things had changed a lot lately, and they would most likely continue to change. Even if the horrid surprises were over with, none of them would ever live down what they were left with now. They had all been pieces to some screwy puzzle that ended in the deaths of too many people. It was a hell of a time to love someone, when everything in their life seemed to be going wrong, but Ashlyn was prepared to stick around until he didn’t want her to anymore. The thought was scary, that one day maybe he wouldn’t want her to anymore, but she knew there was also the possibility that that day wouldn’t come. Change was still a terrifying concept, no matter how much of it she had gotten adapted to lately. She could only try to understand what he felt through everything, but then she also knew she’d never come close to understanding. Maybe he deserved more; someone who could understand and be there with him. It was a selfish thing, to want him to stick around with her. But there was also the possibility that loving someone usually was selfish. She wasn’t sure of any of this, never having felt a similar way about someone before, but the ideas all stuck in her mind with an amount of curiosity she wasn’t sure she’d ever cure.

She stood by the now open door, a small smile appearing on her lips as she simply looked at him standing there. It wasn’t expected, that he would do anything, not with everything else going on. She’d never celebrated the holiday before unless with cupcakes and silly cards for classes when she was younger. Her fingers tightened around the pink flowers in her hand. An awkward laugh similar to his escaped her lips. “Oh,” she said in reply, realizing that it was a horrible response to someone bringing you flowers. Dating was foreign ground to Ashlyn, her schedule before had never even allowed the thought of it. Everything before with Aaron just seemed to be, but this act made things seem more official, and she was unsure why it should feel like anything was different. “No, you’re right, it is sweet,” she smirked a bit at him now, the sense of awkwardness on her side fading a little. She bit down on her lower lip and looked to the side of her before directing her gaze back to him. “I guess ‘oh’ was kind of a sub par answer, huh? Thank you.” She couldn’t help but laugh a little more at his claim to being an idiot. She just shook her head lightly and smiled at him. “Hi.”

[aaronscottknows]

At her laugh, as gentle as it fell against his ears, as if a great weight was lifted from his shoulders, memories flashed through his mind of the short time they had spent together and how, in contrast to the bleakness of his life, it had been filled with more happiness than he could understand. He fell silent for so long, staring at her, the way he had as he sat on the edge of her bed grinning, the way he had studied her delicate features, her thin frame, the illness that was inside of her head, but he still would never understand, because to Aaron, she was perfect. She was beyond that. For a girl of her age, she had accepted so much from him, all the shit, all the death, all the unexpected family members. It amazed him how, even in the very moment before his impending death, even after seeing him drenched in the blood of the friend he had murdered, even as he stood in his own bathroom washing away the traces of the lives he had taken, this girl, this sheer, pure innocent girl, would still love him. For all he was, for all his mistakes, for all his everything. It made his heart beat faster, it made him choke, to know that there was such a love that was immeasurable, untestable. That even couples like Hunter and Alaska and Izzy and Jace had crumbled under the immensity of things, in the face of death, but she was willing to stand by his side in life or death, no matter what he faced. His fingers reached out and came to rest beneath her chin, taking a step forward, closing the space between them as he gently raised her face to look up at him, he pressed his lips against hers and pulling away, eyes filled with adoration and a love he had never believed could exist, that he had only ever found in her, in her blue eyes and her blonde hair and the way she would believe in him when it seemed darkness had consumed everything they were and he very carefully, very gently whispered the single word, "Hey."

The single word did not mean anything, it was a word, a greeting that fell from hushed lips, from a smile that never wavered, from a blissful moment, tumbling into the air as if it did not quite belong. As if behind 'Hey' were hidden 'I love you's' and promises. As if this single word stood for a thousand more he would not say-- And it did, but it also stood for Hello. The greeting, the beginning, the start, because as gentle pink petals fell to the ground as his chest brushed against the bouquet, his eyes sparkled, all at once he wanted her to know him, to know everything about him, to know every part of himself. Even the parts that for so many years he had been taught to know were always going to be missing. Parts, that even with a heart that may be breaking, and a leg that was gone and forgotten, felt like, when he looked at her, they were all sliding back together, back into the place they had always belonged. Into them.

"Hey," he whispered again, taking the bouquet back, the wrapping crunching beneath his fingertips as he walked towards the dresser and gently placed it down, turning to face her, a smile on his face, he took a deep breath, "Hi, I'm Aaron," at first it seemed strange that he was introducing himself, that he was backtracking to a time when he did not know her at all, but that was not what he wanted to do, that wasn't what he meant, it would soon become clear as he moved back towards her, resisting the temptation to scratch the back of his neck, the kind of habit he had carried for his entire life, "Once I told you that you might never know me, that you might never get to know all of me or all of the weird stuff I do when I'm being a total shit, but I was lying," he shook his head now, stepping towards her, his hands moving to her arms and sliding down, catching her at her elbows as he watched her features, "I was lying because you do know me. You are the only one who knows me, you are the only one. Everyone else has tried to stop me, tried to understand me, tried to figure out who I am, when even I didn't know but you just accepted me, every part of me, even the dusty old ones, even the really shitty ones that a lot of people would call me out for," suddenly disbelief clouded his blue eyes which stayed resting on her face, "I have had a pretty shitty life, I have had an awful lot of surprises and played an awful lot of parts but none of that matters when I'm with you because even though I have one leg, distribute nudes at weddings and my big Brother tried to kill us all for killing my crazy Mom, even though I basically turned into a vampire slayer for one night only, even though I'm just me, a kid who never really had well, anything, you have always been there and you have never once even asked. Like, Jesus fucking Christ, you have never even asked, do you know how amazing that is? That you never doubted me, that you never thought fuck this guy, it's amazing," a grin tweaked at his lips, "And I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want you to know me, really know me, in every way, and that sounds weird but..." he released her arms then, very swiftly.

With this pause his gaze flickered away from her, he rifled around in his pocket, pulling out a small gift wrapped box with a bow around it and held it out to her, pressing it into her palm, "If it was possible to cringe more than I do at romantic comedies, then it's definitely about to happen," he grimaced but amusement hid beneath this expression as he watched her move her hands to unwrap the gift which he had only wrapped moments before knocking on her door, he felt awkward as layers of pink tissue paper fell to the floor at their feet and she revealed the small silver tipping scale, their names engraved into each side, his hand reached up to hers, touching the object as well as her skin which felt warm and familiar beneath his, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers, "Don't you get it," he whispered with a small laugh, "It's because you're my perfect balance," and then he kissed her.

[aaronscottknows]

aaron has no idea how old she is he's drunk ok bye

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sidenote: JUST TO CLARIFY HE MEANS BC HE'S 20 AND SHE'S JUST 18(i think???) AND IN THE UK 18 IS THE LEGAL DRINKING AGE OK BYE