i’m too lazy to make a graphic and honestly i’m a lil loopy rn so i’m just gonna put out a post and... yeah. this is probably just gonna be a long list of rambles and i apologize for it omg. i am totally lame but you’re all cute and you’ve all made my year a lot easier to go through and i thank all of you for it. c:
@meketaten ––– for my darling lauren, the light of my life. i honestly can’t even remember how long i’ve known you ( wASSUP VALLEY DAYS ) but i am so incredibly glad that you are in my life bc yOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND I CAN’T WITH U. YOU ARE MY FAVORITE and i know things have been wEIRD this year bc you dITCHED ME FOR GREECE FOR THREE MONTHS but i always enjoy our in n out runs and sleepovers and me chatting you up at 4 AM even though you’ve zoned out and i’m being an annoying lil shit. also thank u for the wonderful ships. who else would deal with their awful antics? c:
@saverobots / the rest of ur children ––– YOU WERE THE FIRST TO INTRODUCE ME TO INDIE. without you i would be.... nothing...... lbh........ my king of kings, my lovely kim, mY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND, my favorite tol, you are an absolute wonder to be friends with and yOU ARE SO??? PERFECT??? AND AMAZING??? SHARE IT PLS. legit believe that you are the one who broadened my writing horizons and i don’t know how i’LL EVER LIVE UP TO UR FANTASTICNESS but gosh diddly darn i will try my hARDEST bc u deserve nothing but the best.
@iinvisiblc ––– SO LISTEN HERE. you are a treasure. i don’t care what ANYONE says. interacting and roleplaying with you has always been an adventure and EVERY SHIP WE HAVE IS GOLDEN ( even tho we like putting our babies through as much angst as possible ). yOU ARE WONDERFUL and aMAZING and you have so much talent for writing oK. i love you sosososo much and you mIGHT SAY we are dysfunctional rp partners buT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE OK, opposites attract for a darn reason. thank you for putting up with my cRAZINESS and my RIDICULOUSNESS but you are a wonderful human bean and ily a lot a lot a lot.
@mvdita ––– lITTLE DARLING. my cherished cacee. you are sosososo cute and i lOVE YOU A LOT. our babies are wonderful and i’m so glad i decided to reply to ur starter bc without it i would’ve been rOBBED of the wonderfulness that is yOU. our chats are so nice and so silly and we don’t talk all the timez but it’s okAY bc you are the lil cutest. c:
Anxiously pacing in front of a man who was just attacked by a lion probably does nothing to help the situation, but it’s the only thing that Peyton can do to keep herself from caving in and holding him. “I know you love Napoleon, I do...but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a lion, Asher.” She’s aware that the wounds the animal left aren’t that bad, but that’s besides the point. They could’ve been worse and she had watched it all happen. Her heart was still beating fast in her chest. “You can’t just act like it’s okay, because it’s not. You could’ve gotten really hurt,” she says with a frown, her pacing slowing down as she speaks. She knew that he could make fun of her for becoming so worked up about it, but she couldn’t make the image of Napoleon scratching him leave her head. “You had me worried.”
She feels like she doesn’t belong here. Not in the mix of relatives and old friends crying over a girl who had gone too soon. She had just been planning her wedding. Though in the time that she had, she found it was easy to befriend Paige. Mallory looks up, her eyes searching for the man who would have been the groom, and finds him surrounded by people probably saying their condolences. She’s about to look away when she notices him quickly leaving the group and making his way out. No one follows him and she knows he shouldn’t be alone at his wife’s funeral, so without another thought she heads out the direction that her past client did. “Hey,” she speaks, her voice soft as she lays a hand on his shoulder, “do you need anything?” Her heart aches for the man who only needs his fiancée back, but she tries to find a way to console him anyway. “I can grab some water or something?”
this probably has so many typos but idc!!! lol!!!! :)
noah & rowan
1 — TWO YEARS OLD
They had only known each other for a few months, maybe a year. Noah’s not sure given the fact that he was only a toddler when it happened. Actually, he doesn’t even remember the incident. His mom just likes to tell him and Rowan the story over and over as if it’s going to spark something between the two of them. Basically, Rowan had come over for a playdate. It was just the usual. Rowan and Noah stuck together like two peas in a pod, doing anything they could before it was time for Rowan to leave. Typically, this involved lots of play pretend. Despite having lacked a decent vocabulary, they managed to do just fine pretending to be a princess and a knight or a mom and a dad. Rowan had brought her doll over, so this time they were definitely playing house. Noah would usually just hold ‘their baby’ when Rowan told him to while she fed him a multitude of different plastic foods in one sitting. When Noah decided it was time to 'go to work,’ Rowan tugged him over by his hand. After whining about her being bossy, Rowan repeated the word 'kiss.’ Of course, this puzzled Noah’s little toddler mind. He stared at Rowan in confusion, realizing quickly what she had meant when she grabbed his face and placed a slobbery kiss on the corner of his mouth. He immediately wiped Rowan’s excess spit from his dace before hearing a giggle from the doorway of his bedroom. His mom was watching the entire thing.
2 — EIGHT YEARS OLD
Rowan wasn’t the same for a long time when her mother left. If she wasn’t completely quiet, she was crying. Noah hated seeing her her like this. He invited her over a lot in hopes that he could cheer her up with play pretend, a video game, or one of his jokes. At most he would receive a brief, almost forced, smile from her. It broke his heart every time. He asked her to stay over one night, and prepared a few of her favorite movies to watch and some popcorn. Oh, and a tub of cookie dough ice cream, of course. It was kind if a tradition they started for when one of them is upset about something. Although he wouldn’t considering Rowan’s current mood as simply 'upset,’ he still hoped that maybe it would heal her at least somewhat. Thankfully, the movie managed to make her laugh a few times, and he’s pretty sure the ice cream made her eyes light up with maybe a little bit of hope. About ten minutes after lying down to sleep, Noah could hear Rowan crying next to him. He considered leaving her be and avoiding humiliating her any by acknowledging her breakdown, but he couldn’t resist comforting her. “Hey,” he whispered as he scooted closer to her. “Shh.” He laid his head on the pillow next to her so that they were face to face, noses practically brushing against each other. He glanced down momentarily to take her hand in his, whispering 'shh’ as soothingly as possible. There wasn’t much he could see in the dark except for what was illuminated by his Lion King nightlight. “It’s gonna be okay, Row,” he assured her like he has time and time again. Not once has her told her her mother would come back, though. That’s not something he could promise. He did know it would get better because he was going to make sure it did. Noah lifted his free hand to wipe the tears from her face, just as his mom did when he cried, and he wondered of maybe he should kiss her, too. The forehead or the cheeks is where his mom kissed him. When his mom cried, though, his dad kissed her right on the lips. After a minute of contemplating, he noticed that Rowan had stopped crying, and maybe she’d fallen asleep. So, he didn’t kiss her. Not on the forehead or cheek, and definitely not on the lips. He wasn’t sure she would even like that, anyway. Instead he whispered a quiet 'I love you,’ before hesitantly pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.
3 — THIRTEEN YEARS OLD
This was the first party Noah and Rowan had been invited to that wasn’t a birthday party. It was weird to attend without the obligation of bring a gift along, but also pretty cool. The party was in some rich kids basement, just like every movie they’ve ever seen with a middle school party. Why were middle schoolers exiled underground while high schoolers were free to party upstairs? Their parents are home he realized when adults greeted them at the door. That’s the difference. There wasn’t much going on at the party except some mingling and occasional snacking. It doesn’t take long for someone to become bored enough to suggest something as cliche as spin-the-bottle. Noah was kind of nervous since he’d never been kissed before, but it was slightly a relief when the bottle landed on Rowan. For one, he knew he didn’t have to kiss Rowan and she wouldn’t tell everyone he chickened out, and two even if they did kiss it would be pretty cool since he kind of had a crush on her, anyway. A couple of minutes passed while they were in the closet, waiting for the seven minutes in 'heaven’ to be over and done with. “We don’t have to kiss,” he mumbled, as if she didn’t know that already. “We could…. I mean, it can’t hurt.” It remained silent still, but they were looking at each other with anticipation. Noah figured she was waiting for him to make a move just as he was waiting for her to make one. So, after taking a deep breath as he takes Rowan’s hands in his, he closed his eyes and leaned in, expecting to feel a pair of lips on his own soon. Instead, the door swings wide open with someone announcing their time is up. Rowan turned to face the person, leaving Noah’s mouth to collide with her cheek. His face turned a furious shade of red and he wasn’t sure if he was more disappointed that he didn’t get to kiss Rowan on the lips or more humiliated by the fact that he was actually going to.
4 — EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
They had been waiting at the airport for sometime now. Rowan, anxious about her flight actually boarding, and Noah dreading it. The only time they had been separated for so long was when Noah went to summer camp for a couple of weeks. Despite how fun it was, being away from Rowan for so long was a nightmare. This was going to be ten times worse and he knew it. So, when it was time for them to say their goodbyes, he held clung to her for much longer than necessary. Part of him wanted her to be late for her flight, but he knew that was selfish. This was an amazing opportunity for her and he wasn’t going to hold her back no matter how much he wanted to. “I’ll miss you,” he murmurs as he squeezes her tighter, trying not to cry like an idiot. It’s not like he’ll never see her again. “I love you so much, Row.” They pull away to rest their foreheads against each other, smiling to reassure the other that it’s going to be okay. Noah couldn’t stop his eyes from glancing down at her lips, wondering if it’d be okay to kiss her goodbye. He didn’t know why he wanted to so badly. Maybe it was just all his overwhelming emotions piling up on him. First his girlfriend dumped him, then his best friend was leaving. School was over and he had to figure out what the hell he was going to do. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered, their lips so close before he tugged her into another hug. “Bring my Rowan back in one piece, please,” he chuckled, kissing the side of her head before finally, and reluctantly, letting her go.
5 — NOW
Noah blinks his eyes open to find Rowan sleeping next to him, still naked from the night before. They were spooning at some point, he remembers. It was nice. Now she’s facing him and he’s thankful for it. He’d always thought she looked impossibly beautiful in the mornings, and she still does. Even more so, maybe. A lot of her seems more beautiful than before. Possibly because he’s seen more of her now. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. They had never really kept any walls up around each other, but he had never felt so vulnerable around her until last night. It felt right. Because Rowan is the only person in his life he can trust with absolutely every part of him, inside and out. “Hey,” he whispers gently when she stirs awake, smiling as her eyes open and focus on him. Noah’s eyes flicker down to her lips, and he considers kissing her, even briefly, but as he leans foreward decides against it. They’re done with that now. It’s time for them to go back to way things were. No kissing, just hugs. No sex, just cuddling. No 'yours’ and 'mine’ and repeated 'I love you’s. All of that is over. Instead, he presses a kiss to Rowan’s forehead and murmurs, “Good morning,” before taking her hand, already missing the parts of her he will never see again.
Since Noah's sister is spending the night out, he figured he could invite Rowan over for a couple of movies or maybe some video games. Pretty much their usual night in together. Plus an array of junk food scattered around them and enough 2L bottles of soda to keep them up all night. "Now, we always have Netflix, but I stopped by the store on my way home from work and grabbed a couple of horror films I thought we could make fun of. Or create a drinking game for," he says as he tosses the DVDs in Rowan's direction before grabbing a few bags of chips from the pantry and some dips from the fridge. "We can always play a game instead. I finally got Diablo III, so we could check that out." He places the snacks on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch, bending over to pull Fey into his lap who's purring at his ankles. "What do you, wanna do, baby girl?" he asks her in his voice specifically designated for cats, and cats only. However, Fey only responds by meowing aggressively and jumping out of his arms to run away into the other room. "I guess that's a 'no' from her," he chuckles before patting his hand on the cushion next to him so that Rowan will join him on the couch. "Looks like it's just me and you now."
