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✉ text → salami

Rory: i actually texted you to ask you how you were

Rory: so don't argue with me and answer me how you are sami. are you okay?

Rory: mhm, i'll ask him when he comes back upstairs

Sam: yes i'm okay & you? how are you, roar?

Sam: are you two back in nyc? i feel like i'm becoming a hermit again

#texts

✉ text → salami

Rory: never said they were, babe. i'm realistic. not dramatic. point taken

Rory: some people can handle the cold and some don't

Rory: i belong to the latter

Sam: completely dramatic. no realistic at all.

Sam: obviously

Sam: ask jer for cuddles, it might help to keep you warm ?

#texts

✉ text → salami

Rory: pff not dramatic, merely realistic. i'm indeed in ireland, you lil stalker. and it's cold as hell here. only 2°C sam :(

Rory: /2°C/

Rory: !!!

Sam: dramatic and /merely/ realistic aren't synonyms, love. your boyfriend is my best friend, I'm supposed to know these things.

Sam: it's 3º here and I'm not complaining Roar

#texts

✉ text → salami

Rory: no, but i'm close to turning into one. prrr i'm surprised i haven't seen polar bears running around yet

Sam: dramatic as ever, aren't you ? weren't you supposed to be in Ireland or something?

#texts

✉ text → salami

Rory: samiiiii

Sam: roaar, have you turned into an ice cube yet?

#texts

andrea--daniels-deactivated2016

It's Dark Inside → Sea

andrea--daniels-deactivated2016

Hearing his voice made Andrea flinch. She didn’t even know if it was anything but normal but she felt like he could chop her head off with his words. Scratch that she knew he could as she bit her lip and continued shifting nervously. She just wanted to be able to have everything be okay. But for now she was stuck pretending it would be as she looked at him. She knew fear was in her eyes. She knew that if he took one step forward towards her she would probably fall backwards afraid. She knew he knew that too. She was an open book to him. He could tell what she was feeling before she even knew sometimes. But she didn’t know what to say as she listened quietly. She started to tug on her hair as she did whenever she was really nervous. Maybe because the pain there reminded her that she could do it. She was never sure about that. And for the first time in a long time she wasn’t sure if Sam was telling the truth. If he wouldn’t get mad at her at all. She bit her lip as she nodded her head but she was still afraid to speak. She often was when it came to things that petrified her and she felt guilty. Maybe there wasn’t a reason to feel that way but she felt that way because maybe, maybe if she listened to what Cassie said, that Sam could be scary, she wouldn’t be feeling like this now.

She realized that going home wouldn’t fix anything. She knew that. But it’d give her a chance to collect herself and figure out how to respond again as she knew tears were welling up in her eyes. She knew she was going to cry. She didn’t want to cry. Not in front of Sam when he was obviously trying to point out that he did get angry. And normally she knew that Sam wouldn’t yell at her, but she was still scared. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, but the fact that he could be like that shocked her. Maybe that was the best way to explain it. “I j-just wanted to show you the p-pictures.” And this time the stutter didn’t come from her as much as she was sniffling and barely able to get any words out with a crying mess. She knew that she shouldn’t be crying, but she was terrified of him. She was terrified of why she was terrified at all. She didn’t want to be terrified of Sam ever. She just was and maybe it simply was because it still made her feel like she did when she was bullied. When the boy left her and gave her a look in disgust. “I j-just wanted you to say it’s pretty.” And she sobbed louder as she wanted a hug and she was shaking like a leaf as she didn’t know if she should go for a hug or if he’d be mad at her.

sam--adoni-blog

Samuel didn’t really know what was worse about the whole situation right now. Just the fact she had flinched when he spoke, made him want to walk away and remain with his mouth shut for the whole day. Months ago this wouldn’t be his reaction, no. If someone had been scared of his outburst, he’d shrug it off and leave them be. However this wasn’t someone. It was Andrea and fucking hell, he still remembered how long he spent trying to get her to stop stuttering, trying to gain her trust so she wouldn’t tremble and look so terrified every time they talked. This was sort of like a déjà vu (or really a nightmare). He had settled then he didn’t like déjà vu’s. His lips parted to speak when she started to tug on her hair but he stopped himself before the words could tumble out, closing his mouth and keeping his gaze down. In truth, he was completely disarmed. Utterly unaware of what he should do to make things better, if that was even a possibility as of now. Hazel eyes blinked once and then twice before he looked up, every single stuttered, frail word cutting deeper and in that moment, Sam sort of wished he didn’t have a bad temper, he sort of wished he was just a chill kid who could control his words and actions better than he did.

The fact she was crying now, only made it all even worse for him. He wanted to hold her, pull her into his embrace and keep her there while he soothed her so she’d stop crying like he had done many times before. This time around he was the reason she was crying, the reason she was scared and briefly he started wondering if she’d honestly want to deal with him when he was at his worst. When things got not so simple and not so pretty. Ignoring every single bone deep within his body that yelled at him to stay away, he stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug, his hold remaining loose because he wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to do this, if this was what she wanted. What she needed. “And it is, baby. I’m sorry you had to see this. I’m sorry, okay? I’m not always nice towards everyone Rea, you’re an exception to that, you understand now?” he murmured, warily running his hand in circles on her back. Honestly he expected her to push him away at any second now. “Sometimes when I’m in a bad mood, my temper gets the best of me and well, I blow up, I guess. If I knew you were here, if I knew you’d come here, that wouldn’t have happened. I’m really sorry I scared you.”

#p: it's dark inside #this para makes me sad sara sighs #but maybe that's the reason yes #my phone just corrected the to thre wtf?

andrea--daniels-deactivated2016

It's Dark Inside → Sea

andrea--daniels-deactivated2016

Andrea was frightened by seeing the look he gave her before he realized it was her as she backed a couple of steps away as to shield herself from whatever harm he could throw at her. She bit her lip as she sniffled afraid of Sam. She hadn’t been afraid of Sam for ages but the fact that he was so…so mean it made her terrified that one day he could go off at her if she did something to make him that mad. Letting him have the paper she shifted from side to side as she normally did when she was nervous and clenched onto her shirt that was scrunching a bit too much because of how terrified she was. She didn’t know what to say as she winced almost hearing his voice before hearing what he aid. “Y-Yeah.” The stutter came out by accident but she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to. “I t-thought since I liked it s-so much I should take another c-class.” And even her sentences sounded wrong. They sounded like when she first came here as she knew that was mean to Sam but she was petrified. This is why you’re a nobody and will never be anything other than that. She knew that wasn’t even directed at her but the words ran though her mind on repeat as she couldn’t believe that Sam could ever say that to someone. That was just cruel. If someone said that to her she’d be majorly depressed and wonder if her life was really that pointless.

She didn’t know what else to say as she winced again because tears were still trying to fall out and she used her shirt to wipe them. She didn’t know what to say. She was easily frightened. Everyone knew she was easily frightened. She couldn’t even watch horror without wanting to puke and hide in Sam’s shirt for the rest of the day. But she didn’t know what to say when Sam was far worse then any horror she had seen. She knew that everyone said Sam had a bad temper, but she had never seen it herself. Sure sometimes he’d push her away or need space, but she gave it to him and he generally was fine if she really needed something from him when she bothered him. But that cruelty…And she had a feeling that wasn’t as bad as he could go. She shifted again as she wondered if she should leave as she felt like a lump was in her throat. And she wanted to say something, say anything, but it was like her words would barely come out. “M-maybe I should g-go back home.” And she winced at how high pitch and frightened her voice came out. As if she was talking to a stranger and she didn’t know them at all. She felt bad. This wasn’t Sam’s fault…but the terror he seemed to be able to have made her frightened. She didn’t know how to handle it. She let Sam do what he thought was right and she was fine with that normally as she bit her lip. She didn’t want to see him blow up again. It scared her more than any other thing in her life ever had.

sam--adoni-blog

It took Sam a minute to realise how Andrea was acting around him. From the shifting nervously from side to side to clutching her shirt on her hand, it was obvious that he had made her nervous. Maybe even scared. His eyes widened a little once she stuttered out a reply and that was enough for him to immediately start feeling like shit. Alright, definitely scared. He had scared her. It hadn’t been his intention, obviously. In truth, it wasn’t his intention for Andrea to ever have to watch one of these sudden outbursts of anger or whatever happened when he lost his temper. Others had told him it would be good if she saw it, that eventually she’d have to learn how to deal with it, she’d get to see his other side and ultimately, she would start understanding what people meant when they said he was much more gentle with her. It was all the truth, he knew, but it didn’t make it any better that he knew once she seen it, she’d be petrified. So in the end, her reaction just now didn’t quite surprise him, no. More so, it was hard to say something knowing he had been the one who caused her to be scared. “Yeah, okay.” Pathetic; the only expression to describe what those words were. He didn’t know what to say, wasn’t used to have to deal with a frightened Andrea – not when he was the one who had provoked this whole situation, no.

So he took a sit and buried his face on his hands, waiting until he had gathered and collected himself, until he was alright to say something. It took more than expected when his mind kept getting cloudy with thoughts and he wouldn’t be able to think properly. Sam didn’t want to say something that would only make things worse, this was already bad enough. Part of him, the big part of him, blamed himself for this. If he had been able to control his temper, if he had took his time some day to explain her he wasn’t always nice, to explain he did indeed have a bad temper and people weren’t exaggerating, this wouldn’t happen. If, if, if… A bunch of if’s was all he got and that only added to make him feel more angry at himself which did no good. No good to this situation, obviously. It was only when she spoke, in a voice he didn’t quite recognize as hers, that Samuel met her eyes and took a deep breath. “You shouldn’t. We should talk and you should ask or say whatever you want to say. I’m not going to get mad at you, Rea.” And it surprised him how he had managed to sound so collected, so calm when deep inside he was about to explode (not exactly at her but more so, at himself). “If we don’t talk and you just go home, things won’t magically be okay, Rea. We can’t just ignore our issues and problems every time they happen. It’s not going to do us both any good. So go ahead, say what you wanna say. I’m not going to yell or shout at you, you know perfectly well I wouldn’t do that to you.”

#p: it's dark inside #you know you never have to match love #you can write as much as you want c:#& i don't think so? i think it was a reasonable reaction?

postingzayn-deactivated20201202

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#x #literally sam tho

andrews--ashton

All I want in life right now is a blow job and a cheeseburger.

andrews--ashton

sam--adoni-blog

Not that difficult to get any of those, Ash.

#c #ashton

thenickwaldorf-deactivated20150

I wonder why The Waldorf’s Family’s Christmas always start good but always ends with a fight, every year. Well, anyway, Merry Late Christmas.

sam--adoni-blog

Maybe ending up Christmas with a fight became your family's thing. Either way, Merry Late Christmas to you too.

#c #nick

ashharpe-blog

And just like that, Christmas is already over and soon 2015 will be here. Then we’ll all complain how long the year is still going to be and before we know it Christmas will be there again. Time is a weird thing.