#rilayawrites

[robbaerywrites]

rilayawrites → literatirps

[laurelsswes]

THEOFIA

Choses the pumpkin: Theo. And he makes sure to pick like a super big one for himself and tiny one for Sofia bc tol and smol even though he’s not that tol she’s smol.

Carves the pumpkin: Sofia makes Theo do it bc she is not getting pumpkin guts all over her nope.

Gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: Sofia. Theo thinks its fucking hilarious and like loves it tbh. Sofia will cling to his arm the whole time before eventually making him give her a piggy back ride so she can hide her face in his neck.

Matching costume idea: You’d think it’d be Sofia but it’s def Theo and he turns it into a whole video. It’s awesome.

Makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in: Both of them. They’re children at heart and they love themselves a good bed fort.

Steal’s the other’s candy: Sofia! And he’s like bro can you not and she gets like hella hyper.

Accidentally gets lost in a corn maze: Theo lol and she like calls out to him and they play marco polo until he finds her. 

Tells spooky stories to scare the other: Theo bc he’s a major ahole and she gets scared really easily.

Collects cool-looking leaves: Sofia. She pretends its to make her classroom more festive but she just loves them. Her students will bring her some from when they were in recess.  

[professoroaks]

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

( ✉ → lion queen ) SOMEONE THOUGHT MY PICTURES WERE WORTH A LAPTOP?

( ✉ → lion queen ) I’m so flattered that I don’t even think I’m mad, Hales.

( ✉ → lion queen ) Are they paying? Because there’s this new sushi place in Saffron I can’t afford and it would literally be the best.

[professoroaks]

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → dream girl ) That’s a lie. [deleted]

( ✉ → dream girl ) I know you felt what [deleted]

( ✉ → dream girl ) I shouldn’t have let myself get caught up. You’re always going to be the same Liv Rooney. The one who thought she was too good for me. Because apparently dating some Richie Rich snowboarder is better than [deleted]

( ✉ → dream girl ) I know.

( ✉ → dream girl ) I knew that from the beginning.

( ✉ → dream girl ) My break-up with Andie was never about you. It just never worked, and the fact that you’d even assume that it was means we’re not compatible in any way shape or form.

( ✉ → dream girl ) I’ll see you at work, Liv.

[professoroaks]

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

( ✉ → o) Relax Octavia. Clearly sending that Krabby after Lincoln didn’t get rid of him.

( ✉ → o) He’s still mooning over you as much as ever. What a wasted fucking opportunity.

( ✉ → o) I should have sent it after Clarke instead.

[laurelsswes]

“Look, you can buy me all the chocolates in the world, I still won’t go out with you.”

She laughs loudly at his proclamation. They’ve gone on a lot of dates and she knows bating her eyelashes will get her another date with him. She owns all his dates and he knows it. 

“What if I told you my name was Abby Bell. You know, first woman in the MLB.” She plays along with him, biting back a smile as she makes herself comfortable between her sheets. His laugh makes her smile and she can picture him clutching at his chest in mirth. “Well in that case-” She laughs along with him this time. 

“How was your day?” She asks as their chuckles quiet down and she regains her breath. His voice is low in her ear as he tells her all about his new team makes and how his new pitcher isn’t as hot as his old one. She smirks into her pillow at that comment. She quips up about her catching not being all that hot either and preferring her old one even if he is an old man. That gets a throaty laugh out of him and she feels warm at the sound. 

They talk for an hour or so and she wonders how on earth he’s going to get up for practice the next day but she doesn’t question him. She’s greedy and she wants his attention. “Night, Diamond.” She whispers as her eyes begin to droop shut,. 

Just before she falls asleep she thinks of sending him a box of chocolates. 

[laurelsswes]

"Do you need some time?"

They’ve wasted so much time. Pretending they were only friends, dating other people. And now he’s leaving so no, she doesn’t need any time. That still doesn’t stop the yes from her lips. The look on his face devastates her but no one ever said Abigail Bell was any good at relationships. She’s the worst really. 

She clasps her hand over his before he can stand up from the couch they had stumbled on while making out, curling her body closer to him and stopping him from leaving. She might need time, she’s only twenty four and she’s terrible at relationships. But she doesn’t want time so she hangs on to his hand and makes him look at her. 

They’d been doing the whole dinner and a make out session for a month now. He’s been moving for a month now, but moving all his things and getting someone to buy his house isn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He spends his weekdays with her and his weekends in New York. It’s not nearly enough and she’s almost ruined it with one word. 

Shifting on the couch she places a knee on each side of his legs, sitting slightly on them his lap and gaining his attention. Blue eyes look up at her sadly and she bites her lip as she tried to think of what to say. “I don’t want time-” she lets out a sigh of frustration. She’s not good at words and she’s not good at feelings. Her body feels physically exhausted from the emotions going through her body. Leaning against him she places her head on his shoulder and breaths him in. With her leaning against him there’s no way he can get up on his old man knees and leave without hearing her out. 

“We’re going to work this out right?” She whispers against his shoulder, sighing as his arms wrap around her waist and hold her tight. His nod against her head makes her smile. Maybe she hasn’t ruined something that hasn’t even begun.

[laurelsswes]

"I'm not searching for replacements."

She doesn’t think she’s stopped crying since he was drafted. In private of course because Abigail Bell doesn’t cry and she sure as hell doesn’t cry over the man she might love. Her eyes are always bloodshot and even the makeup Nicole puts on her face can’t hide the bags under her eyes. Their last game is particularly awful and she has to stop herself from crying every time she pitches.

She hates it.

He goes back to her apartment with her with the guise of giving her some last minute advice, as if he hasn’t taught her everything he knows this past season, and she indulges him because she’d not sure she’s ready to part with him just yet. The moment they’re in her apartment she finds herself fighting back tears again and he stands awkwardly by her front door. 

“Woah Bell-” He splutters as she does something so unlike herself and throws herself against his frame, thin arms wrapping around him tightly. A damp cheek against his shoulder and her tears dampening his shirt. “I’m sorry-” She cries though her tears, eyes shutting in frustration. “You make me so much better! I don’t want to pitch for anyone else-” Her small cries almost drown out her words. 

“I’m not searching for replacements-” His words stop her tears for a second or two. How was it that he always knew how to make her feel better? To say what she needs to hear. He’d made her a better pitcher than she thought possible in the past few months. They’d become one when they stepped onto the field. “You better not, Diamond.” Her tears come to a stop as she mutters the words into his shoulder. 

Though her crying is over she doesn’t pull away from him completely, instead she relaxes against him. Her arms wrapped loosely around her waist and his own arm wrapped around her as his hand soothingly brushed through her hair. Next thing she knows her lips are brushing against him and she’s pressed back against her front door. Arms wrap tightly around her and she’s pressed closer to him, her hand resting under his shirt and between his shoulder blades. 

Why had she waited so long to do this? She thinks to herself, pulling away only to breath. His head dipping to allow his lips to brush against her neck. He mutters a finally against her neck and she laughs because yes fucking finally.