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@langvor | march & nibs , university verse.

nibs usually doesn’t drink, and there’s a good reason for that. either it’s just simply because he doesn’t drink often or it has always been so, he has never been able to hold his liquor well. however, when it’s all of them together celebrating the end of their projects, he finds himself unable to say no. and after a few drinks at the bar they are frequenting, he slowly gets woozier, reservations gone now, more courageous as he laughs and talks. at some point in the night, he leaves for fresh air, suddenly distracted by the colorful district and flashing lights. he can’t quite figure out how long it has been, but having sobered up a little, he knows he strayed quite far away from the bar now, at a complete loss to where he actually is. when he takes his phone out of his pocket, it’s dead, and for a moment, he whines, one hand going up to his hair to ruffle it, as if it will clear his thoughts.

after a moment of panic, he looks around, not expecting to find anyone familiar so late in the night. however, when he spots coach march just leaving the grocery store, hands full of bags- his eyes widen, unsure if he’s actually there. even the sight of him makes his heart beat faster, and while he would normally be better at hiding the fondness on his face, he fails to do so now with the influence of alcohol. “coach marchie ?!” he exclaims, the nickname falling from his lips without thought, feet taking him towards the man. his previous panic is long forgotten now that he’s next to him, and words fall from his lips one after another, some of them slurring together, but it’s easy to spot his excitement and happiness. “it’s you ! it’s so good to see you — do you know where we are ? i was just drinking with the boys but- i think i left for a moment ? then there were these signs, and — i really don’t know where i am - which was scary for a moment but ! i found you !”

#langvor #— w; march.#— c; nibs.#— threads.

@langvor | rufio & nibs , abo verse .

the last few days have been stressful to say the least- and while nibs absolutely hates keeping secrets from march- he wanted to be sure about this before talking to him. truth to be told, he had been feeling a little off for the past two weeks, but had chalked it up to seasonal changes, assuming it couldn’t have been anything else.

it all came to a standstill when morning nausea was added onto it, and nibs simply couldn’t continue acting like nothing was wrong. the thought itself was scary, promising a future full of uncertainties- so much that he wanted to tell march about it as soon as it crossed his mind. yet, he managed to hold back, not wanting to burden him with more when his work was as taxing as it was lately. he would tell him once he was sure- and when the other left for work, he tried the numerous pregnancy tests he had bought the day before. they all read the same: positive.

after the realization set in, panic followed, and he tried to calm himself down, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was pregnant, and they hadn’t planned for it at all. phone clutched in his grasp, he paced their condo as he tried to think and breathe, doing his best not to freak out. quickly, he knew he wanted rufio to be there. in a situation like this, his best friend would be rational, help him talk it through and god, he would really like a rufio hug too.

as such, rather than calling in a frenzy, he has texted the other, half asking, half begging him to come to their place- and when there’s a knock at the door ( much quicker than he had thought ), he rushes to the entrance. “rufio, you came —” the hybrid lets out in a breath, and jumps to pull him in a hug, hands clutching the back of his jacket. “i’m so sorry it was so sudden- it’s just- i needed to — talk —- thank you so much for coming.” he rambles, burying his face in his friend’s shoulder.

#— c; nibs.#— w; rufio.#— threads.#langvor

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There was a chance that Elsa was being paranoid and overprotective, but she did not think so. Anna saw the best in everyone, and she was wonderful for that, but she could also be too trusting, with a tendency to give chances to people who did not deserve it. Elsa, though, was more cautious, and she had a very bad feeling about the man whom she had just seen with her sister -- much worse than when she had tried to get engaged to a stranger. “What do you want with my sister?”

#fear is what can't be trusted (elsa's replies)#c: elsa & chernabog #langvor

Lyric drapes themselves over the nearest piece of furniture. "Eileen. Do you believe in destiny, or do you think that we all make the world we live in, or is it just a mixture of both?"

The position they took makes her chuckle slightly, tapping her chin with her index. “Mmm, let’s see ----- I think some things are meant to happen, like meeting someone, going to specific places, but... I like to think that it’s a mixture of both, no? Drawing our own map, or something like that!” She’s a dreamer to the core. “Nothing’s written down, but... some things will end up happening one way or the other.” Nice things, possibly. “What about you? What do you think?”

#LYRIC WHERE ARE U DRAPING URSELF #langvor

"Have you ever eaten food off of the ground?" thanks lyric

have you evers !!! if he has done the thing, he has to drink.

“Ten... second rule, right?” More like if it looks EDIBLE and there isn’t literal CRAP on sight on the floor, sure, he’d eat it. Ground on the other hand, well, there had been DRUNKEN occasions--- Food waste is a real issue in this time and age, right? Another shot it is. Good bye Capo and your jagerbombs. “---Fuck me.”

#thaNKS LYRIC YOU ARE A BLESSING AND IT IS V NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN VI #langvor #{{ Opened Letters :: answered ask