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Just used my phone’s flashlight to look under the couch... for my phone.
Looking back at some of my old fics, I realize: I don't write fluff. I write SAP!
"I don't give a fuck." "Son, if you didn't give a fuck, we wouldn't be having the sex talk."
stahp das ghei
whoever smelt it, dealt it, sucka
Fëanor-mun: Also, I was thinking
Nerdanel-mun: Yes, my fiery lovemuffin?
But, dude, force fields...
...making this rebloggable and also HS AU WHERE PAIN IS NONEXISTENT.
pineappleglazedham asked you:
27. you know what i like~
Yes. Yes, I very much do, you asshole.
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It's a fantastic coincidence that they bump into each other, really--the transfer student from Scotland and one of the most popular girls in school. And by bump into each other, I mean Robb almost bowls Elle over trying to get to class early and navigate through the labyrinth of hallways at the same time.
What no one expects is for Robb and Elle to somehow start hanging out. They're a strange combination: the perpetually-unshaven transfer student who has a dog waiting outside for him at school every day, and the pretty, intelligent student body president who's a shoo-in for valedictorian. And yet, they somehow manage to build up a friendship.
And what no one, except a few rather perceptive people (the list of which includes Robb's entire family, Elle's few friends, and Theon Greyjoy), know about is that Robb has somehow managed to fall head over heels in love. Again.
Of course, he would.