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IM IN LOVESo I was watching Victorious yesterday since nothing else good was on, and every time Jade said something I couldn't help but think that her name was Phil, not Jade
This is what you have done to me,stellar.nova
IN OTHER NEWS, MY CHARACTERS WOULDN'T SHUT UP
If you asked her about him, she’d either roll her eyes and punch you or laugh and cover her reddening face with her hands. No matter the reaction, it was hard to deny that she was happy, and that it was a feeling she’d been aching to have for years.
Skylie herself wasn’t sure where the sudden emotion had come from. Usually, she shut them all off so that the people around her wouldn’t affect her. (Unless she was with Gareth, of course.) But something about him made her want to smile all the time, or do something stupidly girly like frolic in a meadow or something.
That’s why it still shocked her when her nightmares came back to visit her. In the midst of her happiness, they’d come and find her, immediately draining any feeling of security afforded to her.
It was the same old deal. A fist swinging through the air, arms pinning her down, a cruel mouth twisted angrily. Skylie screamed in her dream as the dark memories engulfed her, wrapping around her and assuring her that she would always be alone.
She shot up in bed in a cold sweat, her eyes wide and scared. Tears were streaming down her face, an after effect of sudden recollection of the bad days. Covering her face with her hands, she struggled to control her shallow breathing and erratic heartbeat.
Suddenly, warmth spread through her, and when she looked down, she realized why. He was there, as he always seemed to be, a ray of sun in the cloudy skies of her life. A weak smile flickered across her face as she laid down again, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. Thanks to him, she felt safe for once. It was a feeling she’d thought she’d forgotten.
Right on cue, he wrapped himself around her, as if he was a blanket himself. Skylie blushed and smiled as he kissed her head, murmuring consolingly to her so she could calm down.
Lifting her head to kiss him, she whispered, “I love you, Omar. Never let me go."
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Castiel tried not to deal in emotions, but sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. And when it came his crisantemo… Well, it was hard not to feel something. That’s why, whenever he found himself overcome with jealousy for missing out on chances to spend time with her, he shut himself up with his flowers. They soothed him in a way no human could, not even her.
Today, he found himself staring at the yellow roses. He couldn’t even remember why he kept so many. Was it sentimentality? Was it nostalgia? Was it a trophy of some sort of his first lover? Perhaps. Or perhaps he’d felt more for him than he’d cared to admit. Then again, after his first real boyfriend ran away, he hadn’t really stopped to consider his feelings.
Right next to the roses were the lilies. A wry smile twisted his face. Something told him he was causing his lily pain by keeping her there, reminding her of him. At the same time, he couldn’t let go of what could have been, had things been different.
At the center of all his flowers were the white chrysanthemums. Castiel’s face grew tender as he stared at them. Emotions he didn’t know existed surged up whenever he looked at them, and sometimes he wondered if maybe something had been irrevocably broken when he’d first met Eva, the sexiest woman he’d possibly ever tried to charm.
If it had, it was certainly for the best, because he didn’t want to let this feeling go, not for anything in the world.
(PixieDust
Oliver knew that romantic attention would never come his way. It just wasn’t in the stars for him. Ever since his first and only girlfriend humiliated him for being smart, he highly doubted he would pursue such interests ever again.
But something about those two that he’d met made him feel happier than he had in a long time. One was full of pure kindness and goodness all around, while the other was intelligent and absolutely stunning. Oliver felt himself getting lost in what he’d believed was called a “crush.” Er, in this case, two.
He hid behind his book instead of telling them what kind of emotions they stirred inside him. Besides, they probably had their eyes set on other people. Those people far exceeded him. One was a smart boy who doled out compliments better than Oliver could ever imagine giving, and the other was a charming man who could sweep girls off their feet, perhaps quite literally.
Nothing anybody could say would change his thoughts. If he was good at flirting, maybe he’d have some sort of chance, but as it stood, he really didn’t. And it’s not like he was looking for romance. As long as he had Avril and Maddox, his surrogate family, he knew he’d be alright.
So, with a single tear rolling down his cheek, he told himself, “As long as Francesca and Mateo are happy, I am, too.”
(@TheWeirdPhilosopher
Smoke curled through the air as Jacqueline and Tobias lounged on a couch as casually as always. A cigarette protruded from Jackie’s lips as she stared at the TV screen across the room. “Isn’t there ever anything good on?”
Toby groaned, “I wanna watch a ballet.”
Jackie smirked. “You always want to watch a ballet, ever since you met that sweet little ballerina. What was her name? Vasilisa?”
“And what about you? You won’t shut up about ‘your little troublemaker,’ Val. You keep moaning and groaning about wanting to run your hands through her hair and kiss her and blah blah blah…” Toby retorted, returning his cousin’s smirk.
She shrugged. “What can I say? She’s certainly better than that jackass I dated in high school. I’m sure a night with her would be better than that mistake.” After a pause, she murmured, “I really miss her when she’s not around, though.”
“And I wish I could share a dance floor with Vasilisa. But all good things come to those who wait. How about us both liking girls whose names began with ‘V’?”
“Great cousins think alike,” Jackie said, grinning. “And this time, I think we’ll both find our brand of happiness.”
“You’re right about that.”
(@TheTravellerdeer )
Ivy blew a lock of hair out of her face as she tapped a pen against her notebook. Coming up with new material got harder and harder as time went on, so she made sure to make specific time to map out her new jokes.
Unfortunately, she found she was quite distracted. Instead of planning out jokes, she’d jokingly drawn a knight—specifically, the one she’d first met on the boat to the university. Dammit, why was she so distracted by that? Was it her imagination getting the best of her again? Ugh, she had to rein it in.
However, her thoughts were tangled up in another boy. Particularly, one she considered a neighbor of sorts. Either it was the Welsh accent or his adorable smile, but sometimes, Ivy couldn’t get him out of her head. What would her darling Trevor Noah say if he found out?
At that thought, she laughed. At the rate she was going, she’d probably be way past her prime before she could marry him. She supposed he wouldn’t mind if she liked someone else in the meantime.
She chuckled. “Heh… An unofficial dispute between Sir Ilya and Prince William. That makes for an interesting anecdote. Or a joke. Hmm.” Her thoughts refocused, she set back to work on her jokes, leaving her doodles of knights and princes behind.
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For whatever reason, Avril had been spending a lot of time sleeping lately. In between naps, she’d say hi to Olly or Cassy, and on rare occasions, she’d specifically find Dax and give him a hug. Most of the time, though, she’d read a book until she fell back asleep.
Now, she lay awake, staring at her ceiling. She wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling, which was an odd feeling. Usually, she was acutely aware of what she felt at all times, which, for the most part, was happiness. A cheery girl like her was easy to read like that.
Right now, though, her mind bounced everywhere. There were all sorts of people around her, including those who had known her parents. It was a slap in the face for this daughter of a fashion designer and a history professor. What soared above the rest of that was the collection of faces she met, friends she hoped she’d still be in contact with for years to come.
With a small smile, her mind drifted to Alois, who had shared some honey cake with her not too long ago. The taste had been heavenly, though Avie still considered herself biased to French cuisine. She’d thought of comparing it to his sweet personality, but part of her had convinced her not to. Even now, she wasn’t sure why.
Avie closed her eyes and remembered briefly how they had danced. A certain giddiness had filled her then, a feeling unlike the one she seemed to always have around Galen. It was hard to describe, since she didn’t remember feeling it before, so whenever she asked herself what it meant, she couldn’t answer.
It didn’t help that he seemed to shine when he smiled.
Covering her eyes with an arm, she murmured, “I’m sorry, Maman, Papa, but it seems your love story wasn’t enough. I wish you had taught me what all this means before you left.”
With a slight smile, she added inaudibly, “It seems my heart can’t decide. What would you do in this situation, Maman?”
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It wasn’t hard to tell what Kendrick was feeling. He was an open book about practically everything, except maybe Luciana. But lately, he’d been especially happy, strumming his guitar and humming Sam Smith whenever he got the chance.
When he woke up in the morning, he smiled. When he went to bed at night, he sighed contentedly. Whenever anyone ever said anything about anything, he grinned and nodded. He was so far gone.
One day, he reached up to the locket around his neck. Clicking the button, he stared at the picture of his Luciana, with her honey blond hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She’d been the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, even after a car tore her apart. Closing his eyes, he kissed the picture softly, sorrow pulling him under for a single moment. “I miss you like hell, Luciana. I sorely hope heaven is treating you well.”
Kenny left his room and went to find Gareth, the source of his smiles. When he found him, a strange feeling took over, and he wrapped his arms around the other boy, resting his chin on his shoulder so his hair covered his eyes. “I love you, Gareth,” Kenny murmured, tightening his arms around him.
He may have lost Luciana, but he knew that she’d never forgive him if he spent the rest of his life mourning what could have been. Instead, he lived every day to the fullest, especially now that he’d found a new love in Gareth. One that made him feel as free as a bird.
The breeze seemed to whisper, You’re happy, and that’s all I want. Kenny smiled in response and kissed the boy who meant the world to him, as Luciana once had.
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And now to wallow in self-pity because I was writing those last night instead of studying for Chem XD
