hope that looks better than before


Happy birthday Tama (2/23)!
I hope she’ll be fine, please make things right Sorachi ;;


Also, for all artists out there you should try paintschainer if you haven’t yet!
It’s a website that automatically colors your line arts and you can give it hints for which colors to use as well. It’s pretty fun to experiment how your drawings can look  _(:3」∠)_

This is what machine learning decided to do with my tama drawing lol
No hint vs with hint

Teen Wolf Preference - How they show you’re theirs

A/n: The last one is one of my most popular posts so I wrote another with more characters this time!

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Stiles

You’d originally stolen his hoodie from his locker because it had been colder than you had expected and he had no objection. You ended up wearing it quite a lot and Stiles often encouraged it saying that you looked adorable before kissing you on the forehead and walking with his arm across your shoulders. While that was the truth he just hoped that his signature red hoodie was enough to let anyone interested know that you were taken and who by.

Scott

What better way was there to show that you had the Lacrosse team’s captain’s heart than to wear his Lacrosse jacket? It had his last name boldly written on the back and for the select few who had a more supernatural sense of smell, it was easy for them to realise who it and you belong to. You also loved it because you were constantly surrounded by his scent and it calmed you. When Scott realised he really loved you was when he was returning to class after leaving to ‘go to the bathroom’. You were getting really nervous and he could feel your heightened heart beat as if it was his own. But just as he got to the door your heart beat slowed down to normal and he saw that you’d pulled his jacket off of his chair next to you and slipped it on. Your small smile only got wider when he came back into the room and kissed you on the forehead before sitting down again.

Isaac

Isaac was just generally unhappy if you weren’t wearing one of his scarves. You had figured him out pretty quickly and realised that it was his way of letting everyone know that you were his. He made up excuses: ‘you look cold’ or ‘it goes with what you’re wearing’ even when it really didn’t. But you didn’t really bring it up because he was happy and that’s what mattered.

Liam

Especially with his IED, Liam had trouble controlling himself when someone else started to flirt with you. On bad days they just had to look in your direction and Liam pounced on them before you or one of the pack could pull him off. Liam had done just that and almost really hurt one of your close friends because he thought he had been just too close to you. You’d yelled at him when you got to your house after school, the frustration of his over protectiveness just got to you. Liam ran off and you immediately regretted every word that had left your mouth. He came back only a couple minutes later with a silk pouch. Inside was a necklace with a charm in the shape of an L. “I know it’s kinda stupid but I was going to give it to you for your birthday, and … and I have one too.” He showed you his wrist where he was wearing a bracelet with the same thin silver chain and a charm of the first letter of your name. You knew you were falling hard for this boy.

Derek

Derek worried when you were at school. He knew you wouldn’t even think about cheating on him but he wasn’t so sure about the no-good hormonal teenagers. This wasn’t helped by Isaac and Stiles who had tried to flirt with you within Derek’s earshot. It didn’t end well. So he started leaving hickeys on your neck. You tried to cover them with your hair but they were always visible to anyone who was near enough. But they worked. Also, you couldn’t resist Derek stupid smirk any time he caught sight of them.

Parrish

Jordan liked to pick you up from school to make sure everyone knew you weren’t available and often used his break to do so. If he had the time he would park down the road and wait at the gate so you could walk together with his arm around your waist. But he preferred it when he didn’t as he would pull right up to the door where you would be waiting. He told you that it was just so he could see you as he was often too busy but you knew he liked seeing the faces of the hormonal teenage boys who tried to hit on you. But you endured it and rushed round to open the door and kiss his smirking lips before he sped off again. “I can feel you rolling your eyes y/n.”

Lydia

Every girl has their own scent that they spray on every morning and means you can usually tell who was coming around the corner or down the stairs, Lydia was no different. After you spent time cuddling and watching a movie she realised that her perfume had somehow got onto you. She decided there and then that she loved it when you smelled like her. Lydia also figured that if you were wearing the same perfume as her people would, albeit unconsciously, associate you with her.

Allison

Allison didn’t let anyone think that you weren’t taken. In the hallways, she would sneak up on you and wrap her arms around your waist, even if you were talking to someone. In class, she would hold your hand while sitting behind you. At lunch, she would place a finger underneath your chin so she could turn your face towards her and kiss you. Sometimes people would complain and tell you to get a room but Allison would just swear at them, after all, you wouldn’t exchange the affection for anything in the world.

Find You (Part 3)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,215

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this very short third part! Let me know :D Things are about to get even better, I promise!

Originally posted by sebjpeg


Bucky kept his promise to you, getting up early the next morning and sitting down with you at his dining room table. Slowly chewing on his cereal, he looks at you and quirks a brow.

“Do you remember what happened before you woke up in my bathroom?”

You narrow your eyes at him, not missing the different pronunciation when it came to him declaring whose bathroom it was. Yet, your mind tries to travel further back than you crying in the bathroom, and you come up blank.

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Fake Girlfriend || Dan Howell

A/N: I’m sorry I wrote this while being extremely tired. I wanted to finish this for you so bad tho. I hope it’s not too bad.

There will be a second part!

Word Count: 1.5k

POV: Dan

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Originally posted by darkphannie

It was the arrogance in his voice and the pretentious look on his face that made me say it. The simple sentence just slipped out of my mouth. Before I could even think about it, it was already too late.

I regretted driving back home from London just to attend another family gathering. Had I known he was there I wouldn’t have come in the first place. I don’t remember every liking my cousin Harry. Since we were little he tried to be better than me at everything. The whole family seemed to love him. He was great at charming people with this charisma and fake kindness. My grandma was the only one who saw trough his façade. He had wrapped all of my uncles and aunts around his finger, but I was granny’s favourite grandchild and she let me know by always getting me extra presents for Christmas. I don’t know how many times I have heard my parents say “Daniel, have you heard that Harry is doing great on the rugby team?” or “Why can’t you be more like him?”. A million times, probably. So, when he asked me if I was bringing a date to my auntie’s wedding next week I just couldn’t say no.

“Yes. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” I answered instead.

I saw surprised faces all around the table we were sitting at. Luckily my parents weren’t listening. They were the only ones that knew that I actually didn’t have a girlfriend.

Harry seemed taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and tried to look interested, but his whole expression seemed weirdly stiff. A month ago he broke up with his now ex girlfriend and I could tell that it was hard for him to comprehend that I had a girlfriend while he didn’t.

Am I a bad person for enjoying his blank astonishment? It felt like an achievement. It was like I was finally the one who won a medal at the local marathon while he had to watch.  I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of superiority that I nearly forgot that I in fact didn’t have a girlfriend.

“I can’t wait to see her. She must be lovely.” My grandma said full of excitement.

“Oh, she is very lovely.” I confirmed with a smile.

That smile faded as soon as I realized that ‘she’ didn’t even exist. I was as single as ever. No girls, no dates, nothing. My aunt’s wedding was the following Sunday, so I had exactly one week to fall in love with a girl and make it seem like we hadn’t just met. Easy challenge, right?

Nope. On Monday I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had given up on finding a date already. I would have to tolerate my cousin’s satisfied grin when he sees me show up on my own. I couldn’t bear the thought and quickly got up.

“I don’t know what to do.” I whined in despair, as I entered the lounge and found Phil sitting in front of the TV. I was hoping that my friend could help me out.

Phil knew exactly what I was referring to because I had been stressing about it since I came home from my family meeting.  

“Why don’t you ask Y/N?” he calmly suggested, turning off the TV.

“To be my girlfriend?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he serious?! Y/N was Phil’s childhood friend. The minute he introduced us we started hating each other. None of us really knew why, it was like a general law of nature and nobody questioned it. Phil had always tried to make us get along. He invited her over all the time so we could get to know each other, but we always ended up fighting about something useless. I’d always say mean things about her and Phil never forgot to scold me for it. I was obviously more than surprised when I heard his suggestion.

“More like fake girlfriend.” Phil explained and the whole thing started to make more sense.

“What if she says no?” I asked Phil, dialling her number. I was desperate enough to actually approve of his idea. I never thought I would say this but Y/N was my only hope at the moment. As I waited for her to answer her phone I felt my heartbeat speed up. Why was I getting nervous? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but my mouth was so dry that there was barely any spit left.  

“Hello? Who’s this?” I heard a girly voice say on the other side of the line. I had never called her before. She didn’t even have my number saved. Ouch.

“This is Dan. I know this may sound weird, but I really need your help.”

I fixed my shirt in the mirror and couldn’t stop asking myself why Y/N agreed to do this. Maybe Phil somehow convinced her. The doorbell rang, signalizing that she had arrived, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll go get it.” Phil shouted as I grabbed my suitcase. Unfortunately, we had to stay in Berkshire for the whole weekend. Today was Friday and the wedding was on Sunday. It was a kind of tradition to stay over and I had to be there to help set up everything. Which meant that Y/N had to spent the entire weekend with me and my family, pretending to be my girlfriend while we actually hated each other. What had I gotten us into? That’s exactly why one should never lie.

I closed the door to my room behind me as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come, I had to spend all of this time with Y/N. She was talking to Phil next to our front door. I only now realized that we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. My cheeks somehow started to get hot when I took a quick glimpse at her. She was carrying a medium sized suitcase as well and looked like she was ready to go.

“You ready.” I said bluntly, my voice came out sounding much ruder than I wanted it to.  

I could tell that Y/N tried hard not to roll her eyes as a reasonable reaction to my harshness.

‘You really hit it off. What a great start, Dan.’ I told myself, praying that this weekend would be over soon.

We said our goodbyes to Phil before we headed outside to my car.

“You can give me your bag. I’ll put it in the trunk for you.” I told Y/N, who sceptically eyed me.

“Why are you suddenly being decent, Howell?” she asked with a smirk. I just shrugged my shoulders and took her bag.

We drove the first ten minutes in complete silence. I couldn’t help but glance at her now and then.

‘Has she always been that attractive?’ I heard my inner voice ask, the thought surprising even myself. I scolded myself for thinking that and I repeated ‘I hate her’ a few times in my head. I was glad when Y/N finally decided to break the silence since it distracted me from my ‘forbidden’ thoughts.

“Shouldn’t we plan out our story in case somebody asks us about.. well us?” she laughed. The situation was simply absurd.

“So where did we meet?”

At the end of the car ride we had invented the perfect couple, we had created our perfect story for this weekend.

“Okay once again. We met on the bus as we were both on our way home from work. The bus driver nearly crashed into a car and had to slam on the breaks. I dared to fall over but you managed to catch me right in time. Then you asked ‘Are you already falling for me?’ and I laughed although it was the lamest joke ever.” Y/N concluded, trying to remember every detail of our newly invented love story.

“I wouldn’t make a lame pun like that!” I protested, still driving.

“Oh, yes you would, Howell.” Y/N said laughing, but I could tell that she was totally serious.

My aunt owned a huge mansion out of town. That’s where we were going to stay and it was also the location for the wedding celebration. It was pitch black when the car came to a halt in front of the huge building. I got both of our bags before I rang the bell.

“Daniel! It’s so nice to see you!” my aunt exclaimed, hugging me. I greeted her back warmly as her eyes met Y/N.

“I assume this is your girlfriend then?” she asked curiously.

I nodded, awkwardly wrapping my arm around Y/N’s waist. Only now the realisation hit me like a truck that a story about how we met wasn’t enough to be a couple. We also had to act like one.

“My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I heard her say. Her voice sounded like it was miles away because my thoughts were spinning. We had to act like we were in love all weekend. People who are in love do things, that people who hate each other would never do..  

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Treasure Hunter Goth and Palette Designs


This is the real design of my AU of TH!Goth and TH!Palette, I redesigned them better than before. This is my own AU of Goth and Palette and designed by myself. If you think this is not looked like a Treasure Hunter looks like but for me THIS LOOKS COOL for me XD Thank you for my senpais for letting me make an AU for them. @angexci senpai hope you agree for letting me make new AU for Palette :D @nekophy Thank you again senpai <3


Goth by @nekophy!

Palette by @angexci!

Treasure Hunter Goth and Palette by me

Does eating gold make me look a like a golden boy?
Let me try out!
Weak- Cassian Andor

Originally posted by fuckyeahrebelcaptain

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Prompt: #47: “How am I supposed to do anything when you’re looking at me like that”

Warnings: None, just kissing and angst. My usual MO. 

A/N: Okay so I know this has primarily been a Percivan Graves content blog for a while now, but I couldn’t resist. And I had a lot of encouragement so thank you xD I hope this turned out alright…he’s a difficult character to capture but I really, really loved writing this! Let me know what you think!


I heard footsteps coming up the ramp and turned to look over my shoulder. I smiled as Cassian poked his head around the corner. I should’ve expected him to turn up at some point. He seemed to know me better than I knew myself. I’d gone to the ship in an attempt to be alone, to gather my thoughts before tomorrow. Sleep was evading me, the way it always did before a big battle. Only this time it was different. I had a feeling about this particular battle, though it was a feeling I didn’t want to dwell on for too long. Cassian was about the only person I wanted to see right now anyways.

“Shouldn’t you be resting, Captain?” I asked, going back to cleaning my gun.

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the cat’s cradle

Summary: Your part time job is a professional cuddler and your most recent customer is a surly cat shifter with bleached blond hair. (CatShifter!Suga)

Genre: Drabble, Comfort, Fluffy fluff fluff

Length: 2.6k

A/N: hmmm…. 

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye



Clean sheets, check. Pillows fluffed, check. Scented candle extinguished? Not check, shit.

You shuffled quickly over to your bedside table and blew out the tiny flame, breathing in the smell of evergreen and sandalwood before waving away the small curls of smoke that rose from the wicks. You then surveyed the room for any more pre-customer checklist items, but the apartment looked spick and span. You’d chosen a mellow color scheme for your walls and furniture after leaving on-campus housing–a blend of soft gray, white, and sage green– and you’d already received several assurances from regulars that the space felt as calm and cozy as the last. Even better than the old one. 

You hoped so, because your newest customer would be arriving any minute and the answers he’d given in the profile suggested he’d been be a high-maintence one. 

Along with a list of one-word responses and neatly marked boxes on the preference sheet, Min Yoongi had requested the option to choose the couch or the bed after he had arrived and seen the place, had blocked off four hours of time, and had asked that you shower within two hours of his appointment (a normal request for a shifter customer but with his time slot, it meant you’d lose the entire afternoon for anything else). So you’d showered and blow-dried your hair after returning from class, left off all makeup and perfumes (you’d even used a shampoo and conditioner set designed for shifters, with very faint smells and free from chemicals), and put on your softest sweater and lounge pants. All this after cleaning the apartment from top to bottom and washing the thick quilted throw that you’d folded onto the couch. 

At this point, you were ready for a nap too.

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🔷 Irises

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him. 

Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader

Genre:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno 

Words: 5k 

A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.


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when you think about it all the language that jkr uses to describe ginny through harry’s perspective is so poetic. harry tends to be rather blunt in his descriptions of other people but with ginny he watches her as the hogwarts express leaves, he compares her blush to “glowing like the setting sun”, he’s willing to go into the chamber of secrets if there’s the “faintest, slimmest, wildest chance” ginny might be alive, he watches her eyes in the firelight, he describes her as “windswept”, and all this is before he even realizes he likes her. harry always describes her blazing hair and blazing looks, she is “his best source of comfort”, kissing her is blissful oblivion and better than firewhiskey, he’s “happier than he could remember being in a very long time” and even when they break up he wants nothing more than to be with her, to comfort her in times of trouble, he pines over ginny and hopes he knows he’s thinking about her, when he’s about to die he thinks inexplicably of her, he wants days and months and maybe years with this girl okay harry potter is infatuated with ginny fucking weasley and you can see it in the way he talks about her

dat-goat-boi  asked:

Your art is so happy and pure, literally every time I see it regardless of what it is it makes me smile. Thanks for making my (and thousands of other people's) day better dude.

What’s this you’ve said to me, my good friend? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in friendship, and Ive been involved in numerous friendly discussions, and I have over 300 confirmed friends. I am trained in polite discussions and I’m the top mediator in the entire neighborhood. You are worth more to me than just another target. I hope we will come to have a friendship never before seen on this Earth. Don’t you think you might be making someone feel much better saying that over the internet? Think about it, my friend. As we speak I am contacting my good friends across the USA and your P.O. box is being traced right now so you better prepare for the greeting cards, friend. The greeting cards that help you with your kindness. You should look forward to it, friend. I can be anywhere, anytime for you, and I can calm you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my tea set. Not only am I extensively trained in befriending people, but I have access to the entire group of my friends and I will use them to their full extent to start our new friendship. If only you could have known how much happiness your little comment brought to me, maybe you would have reached out sooner. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now we get to start a new friendship, you unique person. I will give you gifts and you might have a hard time keeping up. You’re finally living, friend.

What’s this you’ve said to me, my good friend? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in conflict resolution, and I’ve been involved in numerous friendly discussions, and I have over 300 confirmed friends. I am trained in polite discussions and I’m the top mediator in the entire neighborhood. You are worth more to me than just another target. I hope we will come to have a friendship never before seen on this Earth. Don’t you think you might be hurting someone’s feelings saying that over the internet? Think about it, my friend. As we speak I am contacting my good friends across the USA and your P.O. box is being traced right now so you better prepare for the greeting cards, friend. The greeting cards that help you with your hate. You should look forward to it, friend. I can be anywhere, anytime for you, and I can calm you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my shark plushie. Not only am I extensively trained in conflict resolution, but I have access to the entire group of my friends and I will use them to their full extent to start our new friendship. If only you could have known what kindness and love your little comment was about to bring you, maybe you would have reached out sooner. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now we get to start a new friendship, you unique person. I will give you gifts and you might have a hard time keeping up. You’re finally living, friend.
—  Chowder

And last, but not least: My Cas photo op, which I absolutely adore <3

An hour before the photo op it came to me that I had no idea how my “boop-face” looks and I was pretty terrified it would look totally horrible, so I quickly practised it with my phone camera twice and hoped for the best - and the result is so much better than I ever thought it would be ^-^

The pose was quickly explained, I just asked him to boop my nose, and I love how Misha is so completely in character for it and would have liked nothing more than to give him a big hug after it <3

Daud stared at the blade. The plan had gone perfectly, even better than he could have hoped. In fact, the whole thing had been too easy. But now that was over, he felt hollow, and there was nothing in the world that could fill him again. He knew it with a certainty that scared him.


Billie called from the next room. “Boss?”



“Leave me.” He nudged the door closed before she could say anything else. He trusted her more than any of them, but he didn’t feel like talking.


Cleaning the blood from the blade, he studied the marks it made on the cloth. Royal blood, but it looked the same as any he’d seen before. Weren’t the high and mighty supposed to be filled with something different? Something better?


Daud was tired. No amount of blood could change the way he felt. He didn’t drink as a general rule, and sex had never interested him. He felt a kind of exhaustion that couldn’t be soothed away. A smile crept across his mouth. The Knife of Dunwall, exhausted. And yet something else. What was it he was feeling, exactly?


He looked into Jessamine Kaldwin’s eyes at the moment her life slipped away. And in that moment a thought occurred to him: He’d made a mistake. He’d been misled. That kind of thinking was useless. She was just as dead, whether he regretted it or not. But he’d seen his true face reflected in her eyes; seen himself for what he really was. Not a renowned assassin, not some great shaper of history. Just another playing piece in an unknowable game.

—  The Knife of Dunwall, Chapter 3 [Excerpt from a penny novel]
The Other (Bucky x Reader) Part 21

Summary: Being a mutant with abilities is difficult enough, without having all this soulmate business to deal with in addition. Y/N meets hers in the least expectant place, but isn’t necessarily as thrilled as he’d hoped. However, a drastic turn of events require them to go to desperate measures to preserve what little they have.

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Part Twenty One

“Y/N?”

You looked up from your book. About a week had passed since your surgery, and you were feeling significantly better. You felt a lot more comfortable, and a lot calmer than you had before.

“Yes, James?”

He tentatively sat down on the couch beside you.

“Uh… where are the others?”

“Gone to bed, I think. Speaking of which, I should probably start following suit. It’s been-”

“Can we talk?”

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Someone being angry and bitter at Tony starts noticing Tony getting kisses and hugs from three different guys and pieces together Tony is dating the three guys in secret and surely they don’t know about each other because the person never sees them together in the same room so they plan to sabotage it all and reveal the three-timing snake that Tony is and ruin his happiness. They get their chance at some event where Tony and the three guys are all present and rounds them up together, itching to reveal everything and ready to see he fallout and Tony’s pain and the three guys getting angry at him. They call Tony unfavorable words and express how the three guys deserve to know the truth and someone better than “this pathetic playboy who’s cheating on all of you and none of you know it,” but instead of getting the rage and the break up the person was hoping for, Steve, Bucky and T’Challa simply level them a very unimpressed look, saunter over to Tony together and simultaneously say “we know” before T’Challa kisses his right cheek and Bucky kisses his left and Steve kisses the top of his head while they look at the person dead in the eyes, daring them to say something now.

anonymous asked:

It's Regina and Emma's third date and Regina is freaking out because she's heard all about the third date rule and she's not ready to be intimate yet, but Emma has already realized that reassures Regina that she won't rush her

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma frowns as she sees Regina fidgeting in the passenger seat. It’s their third date tonight and ever since Emma picked her up Regina has been antsy and jumpy. 

“Are you okay?” Emma asks worriedly. Their first two dates went…well better than any date Emma has ever had.and she was hoping their third would be just as good. Yet, Regina is a bundle of nerves which is the opposite of what Emma wants. She wants relaxed and happy not stress. 

“Fine,” Regina replies quietly. 

Emma frowns once more before pulling the car over to a stop. She turns to face the brunette looking her in the eyes as she asks, “What’s wrong?” 

Regina sighs, “It’s our third date.” 

“Yeah…are you not happy about that? I thought we were connecting Regina…do you not want to go out anymore?” 

“No…I mean…yes, I still want to date you Emma, I really do…I…I know what a third date typically entails…what’s expected…”

“Oh,” Emma says realisation hitting in an instant. She reaches across to take Regina’s hand in her own as she promises, “I wasn’t expecting anything of tonight, just you, me and some fine Italian dining.”

“Really? You weren’t hoping for…”

“No,” Emma tells her, “We don’t have to do hard and fast rules Regina. Let’s face it when have we ever done anything conventionally? We will have sex when we’re ready to Regina, when we’re both ready to.” 

Regina smiles, “Okay…thank you for being so understanding.” 

“Anytime, you know I’d never force you into anything right?” 

“i know,” Regina promises. They continue to hold hands for a moment before Regina lets out a sigh of relief, “You said something about fine Italian dining?” 

A Christmas Wish

I don’t know how Christmas-y this is. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy. It sounded a lot better in my head. 
word count: 5,674 (it’s a lot longer than I thought it was going to be.)

Merry Christmas Eve! I hope you all enjoy the holidays, and if you feel lonely and need to talk I’m here. Don’t hesitate. <3 


Lucas was on a plane back to New York; somewhere he hasn’t been since high school ended in June. He left for college the very next day and hadn’t looked back since, well he tried his best. Riley had ended things a few weeks before their high school graduation with no explanation, and he knew once she decided something it was nearly impossible to change her mind. It’s not that he didn’t try, he did with everything he had, but it was to no use.

Thoughts are running through his head the closer, mostly of Riley. He hadn’t seen her since he left, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to see her. He wasn’t even sure if he should be in New York, but it was either come here or spend Christmas alone in Texas.

When the plane finally touches down, Lucas quickly grabs his duffle bag from above and shuffles off the plane with the other passengers. As soon he is off and in the airport, his eyes start to scan around. Zay was supposed to be picking him up.

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