who hogs the duvet? stoP claxon was so dumb and puRE!!! CLAIRE even though she runs extremely hoT she hogs everything!!! this meme might ruin me with these two djhshfjsdf
who texts/rings to check how their day is going? hax!! because claire’s phone is generally lost 98% of the time!!!
who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts? okaY so claire is the *creative one (ie: *crazy) but hax’s have more meaning
who gets up first in the morning? neither of them wake up at an hour that could be considered “morning” but uhhhh…. maybe hax
who suggests new things in bed? dsfhj sdji haTe this you know it’s claire and yet hax is still doWn.
who cries at movies? the last time claire cried was when she was born :/ so hax.
who gives unprompted massages? *smirK emoji here!!* we all know claire needs to be touching people constanTly i’m almost like 2387% sure this was a claxon thread at one point.
who fusses over the other when they’re sick? hax but only because he didn’t know that belfronts could get sick :/
who gets jealous easiest? claire easily because our girl is insane!!!!!!!!!!!
who has the most embarrassing taste in music? HAX TAKES IT but claire thinks everything that ot3: boys are back in town listen to is Stupid as hell.
who collects something unusual? lmao claire wouLd but honestly what it is?? i haven’t a cluE. probably something gross.
who takes the longest to get ready? hax gets to roll out of bed but claire has to brush her hair :///
who is the most tidy and organised? lmaO if you were to ask jackson he would say they are both evenly disgusting s/o to claxon apartment sitting ayO!!
who gets most excited about the holidays? [im just gonna leave this here]
who is the big spoon/little spoon? claire is big spoon, duh.
who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports? jfc claire.
who starts the most arguments? kasfh jk fucking boTH!! belfronts love to argue but hax is obnoxious as hell!!
who suggests that they buy a pet? claxon is the opposite of jacksontoby in that hax actually appreCIATES claire turning rogue once a month and THAT is love, bitch!!!!
what couple traditions they have? this question gonna legit make me emO i’ve got all my claxon headcanons stored deep within my chest and one day i’ll die!!!! once a month claxon go out and have a nice dinner where they make absolute fools of themselves in classy establishments they haven’t been kicked out of yet. also old traditions never die!! hs!claxon getting high in the abandoned 3rd floor bathroom!! whether it be glue or actual drugs, it could go either way!!!!
what tv shows they watch together? neither of them can afford cable/want to bother with it so by default it’s honestly just whatever jackson is watching but also claxon?? paying attention to anything???
what other couple they hang out with? AKLSHDAKJFH jacksontoby ofcoursE!!!
how they spend time together as a couple? i reflect fondly on the years jackson was away and they got to play house in his apartment #domesticaf and they spend time togetehr as a couple how they’ve alWays spent time together, just drinking and getting high and talking about everything and nothinG <3
who made the first move? we all know… we ALL knOW……. it was claire.
who brings flowers home? hax, obviously, but they’re usually weeds
who is the best cook? this is a tragedy because it’s neither of them!!!!!
you know I can't choose just ONE this is veronarchie we're talking about!! Voice, Beg, Check-In :)
[ Send me a word & a ship and I’ll write a drabble or starter about… ]
becca….. rebecca………. beccothy………………..first of all one of these was the smutiest things i’ve probably ever attempted to ever write and the other two were a mess but everything is Long because i had a lot of feels and sO…… i am sorry.
VOICE
[ DID I BASE THIS PROMPT OFF OF THIS????? SURE DID!!!! ]
what’re you wearing?
well, i’m not wearing any underwear. ;)
because you never put the fucking laundry into the fucking dryer like i asked you to 100 fucking times
call me and i’ll make it up to you
please?
Archie watched as text bubbles blinked across the lower left of the screen before stopping, and finally her contact photo with her and Mia at a hockey game crossed the screen. He wasted no time in accepting the call, knowing she could practically hear his fucking grin over the telephone.
“You’re an idiot.”
“But you love me. Seriously, though. What’re you wearing?”
He could hear her sigh at the other end of the line. “What do you want me to say? Nothing but your jersey?” her voice teased deeply before he heard her soft snort.
Archie laughed as he settled back against his hotel bed, his gaze turning up towards the ceiling as he imagined her in their bedroom back home. “No, because I don’t want some dumb fantasy. I just want you. Which dorky pajamas are you wearing? The ones with the sushi rolls?” he continued to tease, resting his hand on his abs.
“Fuck you, they’re comfy. And I’m wearing the sushi shorts, but I do have one of your shirts on, too. The Naperville Soccer League shirt with the hole in the armpit. Super dorky.”
“Mmmm, okay. Now this I can picture. Lose my shirt, I’ll wash it when I get back.”
“You’re not going to wash shit, Payne. You’ll toss your suitcase in the closet until you forget about it and then you’ll complain that you don’t have anything to wear.”
“Well I always have said we should adopt a no clothing policy in the home.”
“Yeah, that’ll blow over well with your 9 year old daughter.”
“Spitzke,” Archie groaned out a laugh, rolling his eyes. He might have put a ring on her finger just a few months back, but the old surname rivalry would always stick with the two of them. “Can you please stop talking about Mia and my laundry and just stick your fucking hand down your ugly shorts?”
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BEG
Veronica tugged sharply at the short strands of hair on Archie’s head, the move practically causing tears to form in his eyes as he hissed against her nether lips. He shot a sharp glare up at her from where he lay between her thighs, though Veronica was wholly unaware of the look; her head tossed back against her pillows, dark hair surrounding her, sheens of sweat covering her heaving chest. Archie moved his hand from where it had been wrapped around her thigh and moved it up her body to give one of her nipples a sharp twist and a pinch in retaliation for taking his hair out. The move only seemed to spur her on more.
She held onto his head tightly, attempting to anchor his head just right as her hips ground up desperately against his face. He could feel how close she was in the way her body trembled against him; he could hear how close she was by the way her breath grew ragged and her moans grew louder; he could fucking taste how close she was. His tongue moved up from her dripping entrance to circle her clit before he wrapped his lips around it, and her thrusting seized as her body clenched in concentration, just a few seconds longer, and…
Archie pulled away just before she could come apart, his lips moving instead to kiss and nip at her inner thigh while he waited for her to catch her breath.They’d been at this for what felt like hours. Well, for Veronica, maybe. Archie loved nothing more than to tease his girl senseless, and what better way to spend an evening than between her thighs?
Veronica was growing more desperate by the second. And really fucking angry. He hid his smirk by placing a sharp hickey to her thigh, but she slapped his head away, her eyes like fire as she met his juvenile gaze.
“Fuck you, Archibald. Fuck. You. Go away, I can finish it myself, you stupid piece of shit. Asshole.” She ranted and raved; continued to try and push his head away, her heels kicking against his back before her free hand moved between her legs, her fingers circling her clit and —
“Ah ah ah,” Archie quickly wrapped both of his hands around both of her wrists, overpowering her hits and folding her arms over her stomach, pinning them there as he shot her with another glare, now that she could see him.
He knew she was desperate to cum. He’d been hard from the moment he tossed her on the bed and fell between her thighs with the promise in his eyes to make it worth her while. Every shift against the sheets caused his cock to twitch painfully in his boxers, but he was still bound and determined for one thing:
He wanted to hear her beg.
Veronica had always been quite vocal in bed. If he could record the sounds of her moans, he thinks he’d gladly make it his alarm every single morning. She was loud and it was one of his most favorite things (on top of everything else about her, but still). But hearing her so desperate that she literally begged for him? It was at the very tip top of his list.
“Veronica,” he whispered, his lips brushing ever so softly against her clit, his eyes glinting as his breath hit her nether lips. “Ask me nicely…” His hands gripped her wrists tighter before his lips descended back to her pussy once more, avoiding her clit as he softly licked a single stripe up her entrance. “That’s all I want.” He didn’t have to look up to know that she was wild with fury and a deep seated need to release herself in the pleasure that Archie was refusing to give her, but he knew she understood just what he wanted. He chanced his luck releasing one of her wrists to drag his hand back down, over her thigh, through her wetness, continuing to avoid her clit and instead sticking a finger inside her dripping heat. He curled his finger up, dragging slowly against her walls. Her thighs tightened where they splayed over his shoulders and he heard her sharp inhale at the move, but she otherwise remained stubbornly silent.
That was, until he surprised her with a second finger the same time his lips curled back around her clit, sucking relentlessly before slowing down, letting his tongue languidly circle the bundle of nerves. She’d been on edge for awhile now, and building her back up to that sharp peak took barely any work at all. But there was only one way he’d let her get what she wanted (and by default, what he needed as well). “Veronica,” he repeated her name breathlessly, almost positive that the manic look on her face mirrored his own need for release.
And maybe that’s what it took for the dam to finally break. “Please!” Veronica yelped, her free hand moving to grip the sheets tightly, learning her lesson although nothing could stop her hips from desperately moving against his face. She let out a short, sharp, throaty scream when she rubbed herself right up against his stubble, and the accidental brush had only made her more wild. “Fuck. Please, Archie. Pleasepleaseplease pl-please. I want… Need, baby, please.”
If Archie was a stronger person, he’d probably have it in him to ask her to tell him in detail just what she was begging for. But as it was, Archie simply dropped her other wrist, held onto her thigh for dear life as she bucked up against his face… Just as he dragged his chin back over her clit, he added a third finger to piston inside of her and his lips found her bundle once more, another loud smack of his lips as he sucked, and…
Veronica’s back arched up off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. Meanwhile, her thighs were trembling over his shoulders while her insides tightly squeezed his fingers and he practically shuddered at the thought of how good it would feel when he was finally inside of her. Her release was fucking gorgeous, she was fucking gorgeous, not regretting for a second just how bad he had to tease her in order to witness this moment. His fingers slowed and his thumb put a circular pressure on her nub to help her come down from her orgasm, his lips kissing over her thighs and up her stomach as he dragged himself up her body by way of his mouth.
Archie fucking loved it when she begged for him.
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CHECK-IN
Their dinner date had started out innocent enough. Archie had managed to sway the manager of Chicago’s latest and greatest high-rise dining at a new hotel overlooking the lake for a 6 o'clock reservation on a Saturday night only a week in advance, and after seeing Veronica in her black, backless dress… Well, the hefty deposit to get a reservation so late was turning out to be well worth it.
Despite the tightness of his chest (among other extremities) when he picked her up around 4 and made their way downtown, it really truly all was very innocent. Getting Veronica to go on an actual date with him had been like pulling teeth (who could blame her?), but the two of them were actually pretty good at it. They still argued, a lot, about literally everything but their common interests and dumbass family made conversation flow in and out of their teasing and bickering effortlessly. Veronica held his hand in hers while she animatedly talked about all of the clients at work that she couldn’t stand (it was all of them) and Archie pulled his phone out to show her all of the cheesy photos he’d taken of Mia at soccer practice (and how he so wasn’t biased but Mia was the best kid on the team).
Conversation was so easy, one bottle of wine turned to two, and even long after they’d finished their dessert, night long since fallen, the skyline reflecting beautifully off of Lake Michigan but Archie only had eyes for the fiery brunette who was glowing in the soft candlelight across from him.
Conversation stilled as Archie paid the check. The duo made their way out of the restaurant while Archie took full advantage of the open back of her dress, his hand softly resting at her lower back to guide her, but he was man enough to admit that it was mostly his innate need to be touching her.
The restaurant had been at the very top of the hotel, and just as Veronica reached out to touch the down button for the elevator, Archie reached out to grip her wrist, tugging her into a tiny alcove off to the corner where there was nothing but a utility closet and some tropical, leafy plant. Trapping her between his hands as he pushed her back to the wall, blocking her from view of anyone who passed, he let his fervent gaze trail over her now that they weren’t separated by a whole table and 30 other random onlookers just trying to eat their dinner. Archie licked his lower lip as his eyes settled on her own wine stained lips, and he leaned forward to close the space between them, needing to steal a quick kiss.
“I mentioned already how beautiful you look, yeah?” he kissed her once more before his lips moved down over her chin, to the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent; his favorite scent. He felt her chuckle against him, her hand running up his torso, up and around his neck.
“Might have mentioned it once or twice. Not getting tired of hearing it, though.”
He grinned boyishly against her skin before pulling away to meet her captivating gaze, practically suffocating himself with the need to be with her just a little bit longer — before work and life and family and Mia butted back in. Archie loved his life but he was starting to come to terms with just how much he loved Veronica, too.
“You know, we did polish off two bottles and with Saturday night traffic it’s probably best we don’t risk the ticket…” One hand dropped from the wall to run down her side, over the soft, silky material of her dress. The tips of his fingers touched the skin of her back like fire as his graze trailed lower and his hand finally encompassed her back, tugging her body to his, knowing she would probably immediately feel his need for her. Let her call him out for it. “We’re already at a hotel, plenty of beds to sleep it off…”
He’d wanted to drag her back to his place and peel that fucking dress off just to see what kind of underwear she was wearing (he had been very aware from the moment she stepped out the door that she was braless), but Archibald Payne would never go down in history for having any Self Control when it came to Veronica Spitzke. The drive back to Naperville felt far too fucking long.
Before he could even get an answer out of her, Veronica was biting her lower lip between her teeth to hold back her grin, taking his hand in hers and dragging him back to the elevators, reaching out to push the button for one of them rather impatiently. It had been close by, and Archie had been rather thankful for having the elevator to themselves so he could continue to kiss her all the way back down to the lobby for check-in, but before he could pull her back against him, Veronica had her hands pressed to his chest, shoving him indignantly into the corner of the elevator, underneath the security camera, reaching out to grab the emergency stop. She fell against him with the inertia of the quick stop, and Archie’s arms came around to catch her. “Jesus, Veronica, you-”
Archie didn’t know how his pants could come undone so quickly, but she had his zipper yanked down and her hand in his pants before he could even get his words out.
His head fell back against the wall, her grip around his dick causing his vision to go a little blurry but his attention perked right back up when she fell to her knees in front of him, taking his pants down right along with her. Her gaze was teasing as she looked up at him, giving him a couple jerks, feeling himself grow harder in her pliant hands. “Let me take care of this for you first,” she licked up the underside of his cock, a challenge in her fiery gaze as her lips surrounded his head and slowly pulled away with a wet pop. “I don’t want the lady at the front desk to get the wrong impression of us.”
Amy had been adamant that Silas go and check out a couple reception halls with Sofia while she was out of town (aka tanning in Bermuda on another spontaneous girls trip), and Silas couldn’t think of a single excuse why spending time alone with their wedding planner would be a Horrifically Bad Idea. And so, dragging himself out of bed on a sacred Sunday morning, Silas dutifully met Sofia at their designated location, the first reception hall of many that they’d be touring that day.
Ever since that fatefully morning after when he’d walked into her office only for Amy to introduce her as their wedding planner, Sofia had managed to be all business albeit brief if not a bit disregarding towards him, which was… totally fair. Completely understandable. What he deserved, really. Amy didn’t much notice the animosity (though she really didn’t notice much at all unless it directly involved her and a sandy beach), but Sofia’s cold-shoulder had been eating away at Silas for the last month.
She did most of the talking to the owner’s of the venues, asking most of the questions and only getting him involved if the round of questioning actually involved him. For as much as it was his wedding, it had never felt like his wedding, and even if Sofia had been rightfully angry at his indiscretion, he was extremely grateful just for her presence in all of this.
The fourth reception hall they went to tour was actually quite gorgeous. Currently decorated to match the holiday season, the high ceilings were met with sparkling, crystal chandeliers that looked like dripping icicles, and the walls lined with fresh garland and fragrant wreaths doted with berries and pinecones. He could hear Sofia and the guide chatting up ahead of him, something about the capacity limit, but Silas was practically blown away by the dancehall where a tall Christmas tree towered in the corner. He was broken from his reverie by the sound of Sofia in the doorway, clearing her throat, and Silas quickly jogged to catch up with the tour, but not before —
“Stop!” shouted a random worker, a short and stout older man dressed as an elf (though Silas actually thought he’d have been better suited for Santa). Silas’s feet skid to a stop beside Sofia, eyes wide, but the old elf just smiled at him and Sofia before pointing to a spot above their heads. “I finally caught one!”
Both Silas and Sofia’s heads fell back as they stared up at the green ivy hanging ominously above them, but Sofia was quick to the punch on this one. “Oh, no, he’s not — we’re not together or —“
But the elf was already jingle jangling away, humming a Christmas tune as he left them standing awkwardly in the doorway.
Silas swallowed a heavy feeling, his eyes turning all the way down from the mistletoe to Sofia where he was met with a soft pink blush dancing over her cheeks and he couldn’t help himself; he’d been unable to resist her from the very start, of course. He stepped into her vision, a hand reaching out to run up the arm of her coat, hesitating briefly before his hand came up to softly cup her cheek. Taking another step closer, Silas bent, never taking his eyes off of her, not until he closed the distance to press a soft kiss to the cheek he wasn’t currently caressing with his thumb.
Perhaps the moment had only lasted a few seconds, but Silas would have given anything for a dozen more. But before he could even wish her a Merry Christmas, she was stepping out and away from him, hair whipping as she turned and walked quickly in the direction of where their guide stood waiting for them in the hall. Hand still hanging in midair where her face had once been, Silas clenched a fist and let out a frustrated sigh before pocketing his hands and following after.
who hogs the duvet? ELLA. 100% AND HARRISON LETS IT HAPPEN.
who texts/rings to check how their day is going? lmao harrison is annoying.
who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts? ooF they’re both good!! ella’s are thoughtful and often more extravagant and harrison’s are kinda dorky and subtle but still meaningful :/
who gets up first in the morning? harrison got used to military time and waking up at the ass crack of dawn to work out and he just never broke the habit.
who suggests new things in bed? djkshfshfdksaljdflsa ellA!!!
who cries at movies? harrison’s a bitCh!!!
who gives unprompted massages? harrison took to giving a lot of massages during ella’s brutal pregnancy that it just became automatic at the end of every day and then just didn’t stoP.
who fusses over the other when they’re sick? harrison’s a fussy person in general but when ella or the twins get sicK??? woof
who gets jealous easiest? harrison, duh. his weakness for the luciano twins knows no bounds!!
who collects something unusual? harrison collect awards from army.
who takes the longest to get ready? ella but only because harrison’s a hobo!!
who is the most tidy and organised? ella!!
who gets most excited about the holidays? harrison and harper are like chiLDREN about every single holiday ever invented.
who is the big spoon/little spoon? ella’s in Charge but harry’s still big spoon.
who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports? ELLA.
who starts the most arguments? harrison STARTS them but ella FINISHES them and that is the real mvp.
who suggests that they buy a pet? naturally ella. harrison thinks lincoln is more than enough.
what couple traditions they have? ooF running from their problems!! a tradition!!
what tv shows they watch together? MOB WIVES. harrison: “will this be what it’s like for me if you get incarcerated? can i be big ang??”
what other couple they hang out with? naturallY its either whoever harper is dating at the time (and if harrison can physically stand to be around them) or whomstever enzo is currently banging because it would be a cold day in hell before harrison ever voluntarily coupled with lincoln or madonna
who made the first move? harrison, a dumbfuck, not knowing at alL what he was getting into!!!
who brings flowers home? siNce ella waltzed back into his life harrison’s made a point to have flowers hanging out somewhere in the house/at the bar, usually just a single flower in a tall, thin vase but noW THAT THE TWINS ARE HERE!!! the single flower has turned to three :3
who is the best cook? we all know it’s ella mamma miA there harry goes!! wanting more pasta!!!!
who hogs the duvet? ARCHIE on PURPOSE because he likes when veronica attempts to be sweet and cuddle :3
who texts/rings to check how their day is going? archie, because he’s needy.
who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts? veronica, for sure. ALL of her gifts mean something (even if the meaning is just “fuck you”).
who gets up first in the morning? both around the same time to go ~work out in whichever way you take iT!!
who suggests new things in bed? fsdfsdljgsagj probably archibald because he’s a horn dog but veronica probably takes it to a new level because everything they do Has To Be A Challenge.
who cries at movies? um, archie. easy. at like disney movies because having a daughter has made him soft as shit.
who gives unprompted massages? archie: *complains* veronica, with a heavy sigh: “just fucking tell me you want me to give you a massage you big fucking man baby”
who fusses over the other when they’re sick? archie gets fussy over everything so def archibald. also if i were veronica i would let him Suffer.
who gets jealous easiest? ooF both?? but archie gets Triggered by it easier and veronica probably waits until they’re out of site to ravage him in some random closet or men’s room.
who has the most embarrassing taste in music? archie’s caught veronica shaking her hips to some pretty questionable shit and yet it has only made him love her moRE.
who collects something unusual? archie collects shitty siblings.
who takes the longest to get ready? veronica on a normal day, but archie can be pretty nitpicky.
who is the most tidy and organised? veronica!
who gets most excited about the holidays? archie gets a bit more excited reactions about the holidays but boTh because holidays mean cold weather and cold weather means ice and icE MEANS SKATING and then bam!
who is the big spoon/little spoon? both, depending on the day.
who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports? VERONICA.
who starts the most arguments? lmaoodasjdjsad once again!! it’s both, evenly.
who suggests that they buy a pet? archie wants something other than auggie’s fucking pig running around.
what couple traditions they have? skating together, as often as they can. <3
what tv shows they watch together? lmaoo anything espn/hockey probably. also guilty pleasure cooking shows where they competitively (from the couch) guess who will win.
what other couple they hang out with? veronica hates other people and archie is a hard same with her on that one
how they spend time together as a couple? *SMIRK EMOJI HERE* but also they love to just chill.
who made the first move? LMAOOO they both realized they were screwed at the exact same time but Officially? probably archie. he’s needy.
who brings flowers home? archie. when he’s in trouble but also just because he’s a sap.
who is the best cook? the moral of the story essentially is that veronica is better at him in almost every single way.
the fact that you expect me to name only three.... becca.
VERONICA/ARCHIE
i know we all know that archie is needy, but when veronica finally moved back from denver, archie's heart was maybe a little bit hardened. he was hook, line and sunk obvy, but when she came back he let her make all the first moves, not just to give her her space but also, ya know, every boy wants their girl to fight for them xoxo *angel emoji here*
i know we all Know that veronica and archie have always been supportive (if not very highkey judgmental) of each other's performances on (and off) the ice but when mia finally decided she wanted to play hockey like her parents? Oof. they turned into hockey parents to the Extreme. *enter that Way to Go, Paul vine here but instead of archie breaking the glass it's veronica threatening to clothesline an 11 year old for pullin a dirty dangle on mia*
alternatively, the first time mia referred to veronica as her mother, archie wasn't the only one who shed a tear (but lbr he shed like 20 tears)!! lot of Emotions and Feelings and having Serious Discussions about their future where archie eventually convinced her that even though she hated 99% of human beings, she'd still make a great mom (rip to that rp years ago w/ their adorable spawn). but also the first time mia met her brother she tried to give him back to the nurses so there's thaT.
SOFIA/SILASS
exactly onE WEEK before d-day (aka silass’s fuckinG wedding day) homeboy had a full blown Panic Attack, took the last of his money out of his savings account, bought 2 tickets to san sebastian and asked sofia to come with him........................................... in which she promptly said “NO!” and slammed the door in his face because she planned a beautiful fucking wedding for him and his stupid fiance and a door in his face was what silass deserved!!
silass is no mcconnaghey as we are all well aware so i feel like after a last minute wedding-of-the-century cancellation, he dipped with the last of his inheritance to do a bit of ~soul-searching and everywhere he went he sent her a text about what he thought she’d like from that specific place (esp. baked goods) even though he never really expected a reply back from her. but after a messy year he came back home and texted her to meet him at the bar below his old apartment exactly onE YEAR AFTER THEY FIRST MET and she surprisingly said yes????
lmao the first thing he did was apologize to her for giving him such a beautiful wedding that nobody saw come to fruition (and a boatload of other apologies b/c ~wedding planning shenanigans he probably pulled throughouT) but also it didn’t seem right having the perfect wedding but not the perfect bride? *cue the REAL mcconaghey shiz*
“Finn, I know that you will probably never get this and that your voice mail is probably almost full from my calls but right now.. right now I feel like this is the only way that I can talk to you.. It’s only been seven days since you were taken from us and every day I continue to call your phone just so I can hear that goofy little message you made for it. Everyone is sort of expecting me to be strong right now but I don’t have the energy to be strong, to smile or to tell people I’m fine because in all honesty.. I’m the furthest thing from it. It’s so hard for me to think that I won’t ever get to gaze into those beautiful eyes of yours again or hold your hand or tell you that I love you face to face. I miss you, Finn. I miss you more than I could ever put into words, it’s like there’s a piece of my heart missing, a piece of my soul missing. This world is a cruel cruel place, you should still be here, still be playing those drums, singing, dancing, making yourself an amazing life and we should get to live out the happy ending we always promised each other. Today.. today I couldn’t get myself out of bed, no one could encourage me too either because it was like there was this great weight sitting on my chest to the point where breathing felt impossible. I wish I could see you one more time, kiss you, hug you, fall asleep in your arms.. everything.. I wish we just had one more day.. or some kind of warning so that we could have had that last piece of time together. You made my world a brighter place and I will be forever grateful for all of the things you did for me and all of the things you’ll continue to do for me. I love you, I love you with all of my heart and soul for the rest of eternity..”
