pokémon master.

Tristan Fergal O'Grady. Brain. Bubble Tea Lover. Chipotle Addict. Nintendo Obsessed. Coder. Aspiring Valedictorian. The Irrelevant O'Grady.

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stfu-maisie:

Tristan’s smile was all that Maisie needed to know that everything was going to be okay. No matter what had happened, they were going to be okay. All of the fears she’d had upon leaving Georgia, wondering if he’d ever even speak to her again let alone take her back were squashed and she melted against him. Maisie had her life back. She had her boyfriend, her school, her friends, her home back and there was nothing better than that. Maisie didn’t often consider herself a religious person - although growing up in the South it was sort of inferred that you were religious or you got the heck out of town - but she thanked all the gods in the sky for giving this to her. “Hmm I have to go to a store to get it. A bit of a girly store. I’d take you with but I kind of want it to be a surprise.” Maisie teased him. Although their feelings for each other were seen as innocent to most others, their relationship was definitely anything but. As much as they liked to cuddle and go on cute dates they also liked to do a few other things. “Or you can just come visit me when Dad drives up to New Jersey for the weekend or something.” Maisie offered with a large grin. She met his kiss with an equal passion. The blonde battled him for dominance of the kiss for a moment but eventually gave in and let him have his way. Oh yeah, she had definitely missed this, Maisie thought as a familiar heat spread through her. “Still my hungry boy. Maybe it’s a good thing I went back for awhile. I learned a bunch of new recipes. Ever had pulled pork with homemade barbecue sauce? If not you’re going to love me when I make them for you.” She teased him, “That’s amazing! I mean, not the Charlotte part. I’m sorry to hear that. She’s a jock now right? I’m really sorry. It sucks losing a friend. But the valedictorian thing is great! You’re so close. Think they’ll allow people to write letter of rec for you?” Maisie smiled.

To have her back in his hands right now was amazing to Tristan. Things had gotten so bad that he thought he'd possibly never see her again. Like maybe she could score a trip here but would things even be the same? He was glad that things were back to the status quo, a smile staying plastered across his face. "A girly store? What kind of girly store?" Tristan asked with a confused look on his face, immediately thinking of the girly pink toy stores that he'd be subjected to going to as a child, like Libby Lu or Build-a-Bear or something. Then it clicked in his mind and he gave her a doofey grin. "Oh... oh! That kind of girly store... yes. I like that present very much. I'd like it even more if it were red," he added, dropping his voice to a whisper when he said the color, hands restde on her waist. "Wait, wait... pulled pork with homemade barbecue sauce? It's going to beat the store bought sauce that my mom gets probably. When am I getting that? What about cornbread? Is there some of that?" Tristan asked, mouth watering at the thought. "Less talk about Charlotte, more talk about us..." he settled on, squeezing her hand as he took it. "It comes down to GPA at the end of the day and I just have to have the best one. That way, no letter of rec is even needed. I don't need one!" he reaffirmed in himself with a smile. "We have to go before the soccer moms and their kids take all the seats after practice," he said with urgency, practically sprinting to his car and unlocking the doors.

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giddz:

“I hate those stupid DIY videos all over social media, just go to fucking target and save yourself time, this isn’t an arts and crafts class at Jesus camp.”

“Or you can just buy it from someone on Etsy. It looks homemade and you don’t have to do any of the labor,” Tristan added.

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micahthewild:

“Okay but I was thinking about this last night… Before humans and dogs were friends who fixed dog ears when they went inside out?”

Tristan though for a moment, of course going to answer the rhetoric question straight on. “Well the dogs are evolved from the wolves. So probably within their packs, I’d reckon? They’d recognize something wrong.  Dogs like this didn’t exist actually... humans made them by breeding dogs that were not shy and were friendly to humans.”

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georgie-thyme:

“I don’t know if she would,” the girl shook her head. “I mean maybe she might acknowledge how out of tune it was, definitely stick to the science, math and technology stuff.”

“Well if Beyonce acknowledged me at all I think I’d consider that a win. But yeah I know singing isn’t my strength. Or sports.”

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sophiesgotbrains:

“I swear he’s super human.” Sophie spoke of her best friend fondly, a gentle smile spreading across her lips. “You’re close to getting valedictorian though. That’s huge. You don’t have anything to worry about.” She told him, nudging the boys arm in an act of friendly comfort. “How are you besides all the school stuff?”

“I really want to be valedictorian. I think it’s what I want the most in like... everything ever,” he said with a smile. Being able to deliver that speech at graduation had been his dreams for years. “Besides that? I’m better! Less... teenage boy angst I guess. More food and stuff. What about you? Did you ditch the loser?”

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rachel-avallone:

“Glad we’re on the same page. Mostly I just listen to showtunes from my favorite musicals. Even my music taste screams drama club geek.”

“I think I saw the Lion King on Broadway once,” he added, that being his experience into show tunes and musicals. “Musicals are cool though! I really wanna see that one based off of Alexander Hamilton.”

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thedonovanmcgovern:

“Not any more than you need singing lessons.”

“I need them but I don’t want them.”

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isabelleo:

“Apparently the best way to get rid of a song that’s stuck in your head is to listen to it,” she offered. “I feel like that’s fake but, hey, worth a try, right?” Isabelle wondered for a moment how he managed to get a rock into his room to live under. “No! Get with it, Tristan. She had twins, like, a month ago! Sir Carter Carter –or maybe it’s just Sir Carter. Nobody knows – and… I forgot the other one. But apparently she was never pregnant herself. She got a surrogate. Rumors are weird, and not just in high school.”

“Sir Carter? That’s what she named it? She missed out the opportunity to have a trio of Primary Colors with Blue Ivy, Red Ivy and Yellow Ivy. Does she realize that?“ Tristan asked with a chuckle. “Rumors are always weird. What’s the latest on that dumb blog?”

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thenoahforrester:

“I, uh…I don’t listen to much music.” Well, that was a lie. He did, but not Beyonce, or anything too…well, mainstream. 

“Honestly I mostly listen to video game soundtracks so this is something very new to me.”

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thedonovanmcgovern:

Donovan pretended to think about it, staring at Tristan with a blank expression, until eventually her eyes lit up and she nodded, before going blank again and just shaking her head. “No. And unless you want me jamming this pencil until my eardrum, never do that again.”

“I don’t think you use pencils like that, Donovan. Do you need tutoring on pencil usage?”

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rachel-avallone:

“I’ll give you that,” Rachel smiled, fingers tapping absentmindedly on the handle of her tank. “Ah, would you kill me if I said I didn’t? Just kidding, I don’t not like Beyonce but to be honest, I only know like four of her songs.” Rachel admitted.

“It’s fine, I don’t even think I can name four. I know this one and... Crazy in Love. That’s it.”

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rafael-fucking-valdez:

He watched Tristan take a look, knowing he would most likely figure it out. “I’ll show you.” He dug through his pockets, pulling out a bobby-pin that he was sure was his sister’s. He handed it over, “Think you can get it open, you felon? I really shouldn’t hang around you. You’re a terrible influence.”

“I’m not a felon just a man of many hobbies,” Tristan joked back as he extended the bobby pin and glanced into the lock. “Hold on.” He opened up his phone to the Reddit app and browsed through something for a moment. “I just want the food. What do you even need in the park anyway?” Tristan put the bobby pin inside and tinkered for a little bit. “I think... I think I’m onto something. Hold on.”

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georgie-thyme:

Georgie furrowed her eyebrow at the boy as he began to sing, “I don’t think even Beyoncé would be able to tell that was her song.” 

“Science, math and technology are my strengths. Not singing. I’m sure Beyonce would’ve at least slightly acknowledged it.”

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stfu-maisie:

“Then I’ll have to give you my puppy dog face and we both know how well that works on you.” Maisie teased him. “Its just better for you to give up the fight now and make my wishes come true.” Her voice was no more than a whisper as she soon lost herself in their kiss. It had been so long since they’d been together like this and yet it felt as if no time had passed. Her hands knew what to do, where to go, as did the rest of her body. There was something to be said about the familiar… Maisie loved it. Sure, some people sought out new people every night because it was an adventure to them but Tristan was an adventure all by himself. Even if they had been together for some time (and apart briefly) she still found new things to discover about the boy all while knowing she was secure in their relationship. So many thoughts were running through the girls head but one stood out above the rest: she cared him just as much as she had when she left and only time would prove that to the boy. “I think I can handle 5. I already know what your first present will be.” Maisie mumbled with a devilish smirk. “You’ll just have to tell me when your family isn’t home.” She poked him in the side before taking a step back, allowing her fingers to intertwine with his, “Yes! I’m starving. And I could definitely go for a milkshake as well. You have to fill me in on all I’ve missed.”

He smiled at the way her voice fell to a whisper, his hands remaining on her waist as gazed into her eyes. He missed every second that she was gone and now that she was back with him, he wasn’t going to let her go by all means necessary. He was glad that he could call her his girlfriend again. “What’s going to be my first present?” he asked, but he could already tell by that smirk on her face that she had something planned. That smirk meant one of two things... and Tristan was a fan of both of them. “Uh that’s very hard with all their conflicting schedules but I’m sure we can find a time when both my parents are at work and my sister’s are off doing... whatever they do,” he smiled as he took her hand and kissed her one more time. The kiss was a little deeper and more intense, his tongue lingering in her mouth for way too long. “Good because I’ve worked up such an appetite. I mean I just ate an hour ago but that was so long! I’m parked over here, we can go. And you didn’t miss much. I went to a camp at Harvard. Charlotte is fake and not my friend anymore and uh, I’m ranked number three as of the end of this school year so valedictorian is definitely in sight.”

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rafael-fucking-valdez:

He pointed, “See that flashing red light in that tree? Only was in that is off camera is this chained part. Help me out and i’ll owe you fast food for a month.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Tristan nodded, glancing at the camera and analyzing the angles for at most three seconds before realizing that Raf was right. “What do you even need to get in here?” He knelt down to observe the locks. He had spent some time on the Lockpicking subreddit in a bored streak. “Do you have a bobby-pin or a rake or something?”

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stan-clarke:

“So read to blind children and old people!” Clarke suggested, that sounded like something Harvard kids did. “Dude you’re going to get into every college you apply too, and get into any program you want.” he lightly hit Tristian’s shoulder as a form of encouragement. “Also I do believe that this is the year we win, it’s our year.”

“I’m working on all of that. I think I’m going to stick with a Coding theme in my volunteerism though. Go teach at these camps in the inner city and stuff,” he explained with a small smile. He was shaken up by the hit, his lack of balance and Clarke’s strength sending him fumbling for a few steps before reaffirming his posture. “I believe so too! I’ll be at the games. Maybe. Well if I do go I’ll paint my face and your number on my cheek.”

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isabelleo:

That one Beyoncé song? She looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. “Love on Top?” she suggested.

“Yeah! That one! It’s stuck in my head. I think I heard it on Spotify or something. Isn’t she pregnant now?”