Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.
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Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.
You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.
“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.
“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.
“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.
Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.
Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”
You giggled and released him, “We-”
“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.
You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist.
“Sorry E,” you smiled.
Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”
You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.
“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.
You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”
By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place.
“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down.
“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.
You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”
“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.
“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”
“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.
You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”
“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.
“Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.
The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.
“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.
“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.
“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”
“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”
“Couples?” You laughed out loud.
Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.
You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’
Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.
Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.
“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.
“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.
“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.
Well, that was new.
You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“Gray?” you said.
“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.
Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.
“Y/N?” he struggled.
“Yeah?” you managed.
“I love you.”
He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.
The next morning
You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.
The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.
“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”
Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.
You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.
You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.
“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.
“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”
“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.
“We miss you too.”
“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.
Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”
You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”
“I don’t have to do sh-”
The line went dead.
Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.
“Y/N,” Grayson started.
You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.
“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.
“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”
Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.
He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.
“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”
“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.
Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”
You shook your head in confusion.
“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.”
Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.
“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.
“Gray-” you stuttered.
“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.
“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.
“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.
He blinked down at you in shock.
“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.
“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.
You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.
Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.
“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.
“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”
Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.
“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”
Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.
“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.
“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.
Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“In a way, this is worse.”
“Hm?” you questioned.
“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.
You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.
yeah..kinda. feels. that game got me. y’k. tears falls. i can’t stop em’
even if it’s like…the 5th time i finish that game…like…yeah. i always cry.
bea brokes my heart, and gregg gives me feels.
anyways…guys, the last comic…was..really…like…god.
what the actually fuck???
like my art are totally shit and i have just 600 followers…and..hell.
really, this week was so sad and my mom totally doesen’t even give a shit about how i feel..like she called me a “shitty lesbian” in front of my dad. and he’s homophobic too… and school…school is going soooo downnn…sooo bad…
one day i will burn this place down
and like…all these likes and reblogs on my post, my draw, my “comic”…makes me smile. at least-
they do something positive. i won’t die like a totally failture.
The smell of rain always brought a soft sense of calm to Chato. It washed over every inch of his body, cloaking him in a blanket of security. It flowed into his lungs coursing through his veins with each soft breath he took. Although he wore a jacket, he was nearly soaked through. But, he didn’t mind. It made him feel safe.
Remaining where he stood, Chato concentrated on the darkened sky. He had initially stopped to admire the lightning dancing across the sky. That was nearly twenty minutes ago. However, he now found himself incapable of moving from where he stood for an entirely different reason.
The sun has already set by the time I wake up, and the
noises coming from the living room let me know that I’m not alone anymore. I
grab a blanket and wrap it around me, starting to walk outside the bedroom.
“Emma? What the hell are you doing?”
The kitchen island is covered with different kind of
ingredients, and I can see at least two pans in the stove. When Emma hears me
call her name she turns around with a big smile on her face.
“Oh, you know, a little something for the best roomie
in the whole wide world!”
The smile, the treat… Oh no. “Emma…” I try to get her
attention, but she’s already turning around to continue with her task.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I’ll cook more quietly
and when it’s ready I’ll let you know”
“Can you just tell me what you are planning?” I say,
crossing my arms over my chest, “If anyone knows you in this world, that’s me.
She turns around again, guilt clear on her face, “The
guys told me we are going out today, and there’s this guy that I really like
and he’s coming with us. I need friendly back up” She sighs, like she’s been
holding this up for days.
“You know your friends and I don’t get along…”
“You get along pretty well” Emma interrupts me, now it’s
her turn to cross her arms.
“Do I really have to recall that time certain friend
of yours got me so angry I had to leave my own apartment?”
“Jared likes to tease you” She mutters, getting back
to her cooking, “Don’t listen to him”
“I’ll think about it”
I return to my room, lying back on my bed. Memories
from the night Emma invited all of her friends to the apartment come back to my
head. Jared has always been a pain in my ass, every time he comes around he’s
always trying to pick a fight with me, dropping annoying comments, but that
night he really got on my nerves. The following day I had a job interview, and
Emma thought that having a couple of drinks would lose me up for the next day.
All of her friends came to the house, and we were actually having a good time
till Jared started picking out on me. He started giving me ‘advice’ on what
clothes I should wear so I could ‘impress’ my future boss; that the company was
garbage; and so, so, so on. I told him a hundred times to stop, and he didn’t,
so I left.
Emma comes into my room with a tray, a bottle of white
wine and two glasses. I get up to help her with the tray and we sit in the bed.
We eat and drink talking about how our day went, Emma
tells me about Jared, and I hear about her annoying boss with the best smile I
can offer her. She hears about my day too and, as we finish eating, I know
she’s waiting for my response.
“Ok, but you owe me one, you hear me? A big one”
Emma jumps from her side of the bed to hug me and kiss
my cheeks, “You’re the best! THE best!”
“Ok, now leave me alone so I can pick my best
Wednesday Addams clothes so nobody gets close to me tonight”
Emma leaves with all the dirty dishes and I’m left
alone in my room. I quickly pick a dress, put on some make up and fix my messy
hair. In no time I’m leaving the apartment with a really nervous Emma that
cannot even stop thanking me for being with her tonight.
The place chosen by Emma’s friends is a bar close to
Beverly Hills. We get off the cab and get in the bar with no problem at all,
since there aren’t much people around yet. It doesn’t takes us long to see
where the rest is sitting, and I notice how Emma starts to get nervous.
“Ok, let’s go, is now or never” I pull her to the
group of men.
Everyone seems pleased to see us, even Jared, that
reserves all comments to himself and just greets me with a quick “hello”. I let
Emma sit with her special friend, and I sit next to Shannon, who immediately
starts asking me about work.
As the night goes on, Emma disappears with her friend,
just as the rest of the people from the group. I end up in the bar, asking for
a beer, when Jared finds his way to sit next to me.
“You look really nice” It’s the first thing he says to
me since he greet me an hour ago.
“Not too slutty?” I ask him, recalling one of his
words from the last time we saw each other.
“Hey, you remember” He laughs, “I was joking; you
didn’t have to take it that seriously, you know?”
“Not a nice joke, Jared” I mutter, receiving my beer.
“It was a good one. Anyway, did you get the job?”
I take my time to take a sip of my beer, play with my
cup and bite my lip before I decide to answer.
“No” It’s the only thing I say, not wanting to
continue and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right all along, the
company was garbage.
“They didn’t give you the job?” He asks, really
“They did, but I rejected it” I shrug, sipping my beer
one again, “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some girls to woo tonight?”
All the time he has been sitting by my side, he’s
been switching his eyes from mine to the television behind the bar. But now
that I’ve decided to talk more, he turns to face me.
“You are really talkative tonight, I like it”
“And you are drunk when it’s not even midnight yet”
“I rather be drunk than pissed” He shrugs calling the
bartender, “Can I have another beer?”
I shake my head, leaving my empty cup aside, “Whatever,
it was nice talking to you”
I start walking away, but Jared grabs my wrist to stop
me. I look at him impressed, since this is actually the first time we touch each
“Why don’t you stay for a while? I’ll buy you another
drink. Hey!” He calls the bartender again, “Another beer”
I pull to set my wrist free, but he looks at me with
pleading eyes. I end up rolling my eyes and getting back on my seat. The
bartender puts a new beer in front of me as he gives me a quick smile and gets
back to his duties. Jared drinks his beer in silence, giving me quick looks, like
he wants to make sure I’m still there.
“I wasn’t joking when I said you look pretty
tonight” Jared mutters, his eyes fixed on the television.
I turn my head to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes,
but he doesn’t look at me. Jared is complimenting me, but I can’t take him
“You are really drunk” I laugh.
“I’m not” He complains, finally looking at me in the
“Yes, you are. You should stop drinking and go home”
“Whatever” He says, standing from his stool, “I
shouldn’t have ask you to stay, you are as unpleasant as ever”
“Nice talking to you!” I shout at him as he disappears
among the people.
After a while of walking around, talking to a few
people and lose track of everyone who I came to join tonight, I decide it is
better to go home. Emma looks really happy with her friend and I feel it wasn’t
even necessary to bring me for support, since she left me alone 10 minutes
after we arrived.
I walk towards Emma to say goodbye, but she walks
towards me too. When I have her in front of me I notice she looks worried.
“I need a favor” She says holding both of my hands.
“I’m drunk and my mom is already asleep, I can’t leave
the apartment, sorry” I talk way too fast, raising my hand to silence her.
“What? No, it is not that” She sighs, looking at me in
the eyes, “It’s Jared, he’s drunk and Shannon already left. I can’t take him
home, everything is on track and I think I may get a kiss tonight!”
“A kiss? Wow, when do you announce the wedding?” I
mock at her, being my annoying drunk self.
“Please, it’s the last thing I ask you” Emma looks at
me with puppy eyes, and I can’t say no to my best friend. I end up nodding,
“Thank you, thank you! I haven’t drink, so I’ll take his car. Here, take some
money for a cab, I’ll text you his address”
“You owe me two now, Emma, two huge ones”
“I know; but you really don’t know how thankful I am.
He’s at the bar trying to get a drink”
I walk towards the bar and it doesn’t take me much to
see Jared trying to convince the bartender to give him another drink. I sit
next to Jared without saying a word, but when he acknowledges my presence, he
“We need to go” I tell him, turning to face him, “You
are too drunk”
“You already said that”
“Yeah, an hour ago. You are wasted now”
I see him rolling his eyes, and if it is hard to deal
with Jared when he’s sober, dealing with him drunk is going to be hell.
“Jared please, don’t make this hard”
“Hard? I’m not hard” He affirms standing from the
stool, I look at him serious as he gives me a smile, “Come on, I haven’t even
see you smile tonight”
“Well, you haven’t said anything that can make me
smile, only get angry”
“I’ll go if you show me a smile”
“I’ll smile when we are already at your house, ok?”
He wraps one of his arms on my shoulders walking me out
of the bar. Outside, he starts heading us to the parking lot of the bar, but I
stop him midway.
“We are way too drunk to drive, we are getting a cab”
“You are drunk?!” He asks me, way more surprised than
I would expect, and I blame his drunkenness, “You are not drunk, you don’t look
“Jesus, Jared, keep it down” I ask him, leading him
outside the bar again to catch a cab.
“What? I’m not shouting!”
“You clearly are, just stay quiet for 5 minutes, ok?”
“You are not my boss” He mutters, crossing his arms,
“Am my own boss”
“Sure, whatever you say”
I decide to ignore Jared, but always keeping an eye on
him in case he decides to get back inside the bar. He walks around restless
while I look for a cab. Fifteen minutes pass, and Jared is really starting to
“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” All of the
sudden, my private life became the topic at hand, “I’ve known you for two years
and you’ve always been single”
“I like being single; stop talking about me and shut
“But you are pretty and intelligent; guys should make
lines to date you”
“They don’t. Shut up, Jared, or I’ll punch you in the
Jared raises both of his hands starting to back away,
looking at me a bit scared.
When a cab finally appears, I throw Jared inside and
give the driver the address Emma texted me a couple of minutes ago. Jared rests
his head on my shoulder and keeps quiet for the rest of the trip. I thank
whatever god helped me to finally shut him up, but I pray that he doesn’t fall
asleep before we arrive, or I’m not going to be able to get him out of the car.
“I think I’m drunk” He mumbles when we arrive.
“You really are” I laugh, “Good to know you finally
Jared gets out of the car while I pay the driver. My
door suddenly opens and Jared is offering me his hand to help me out of the cab.
I roll my eyes and take it. He doesn’t let go of me as he takes me inside the
I’m too drunk to push him away and head back home, so
I just follow him inside, wondering why all of the sudden he looks so happy to
be by my side. But I’m also surprised by my attitude; I promise him that I’ll
make sure he is in his bed before I go, but I’m actually not certain that I
want to leave him.
“I’ll brush my teeth first, wait here”
He gently makes me sit on his bed and holds his hands
on my arms to stabilize me. When I see him walk to the bathroom I notice how
drunk he still is, and how he needs to use the furniture to stay on foot.
“I have to go, it’s late” I tell him when I see him
come out of the bathroom.
But he does not say a word and walks towards me to lay
me on his bed, resting all his weight over my body. My breathing turns heavy
when his face gets too close to mine and his eyes are in full display just for
“What are you…?”
His lips silence me and I find myself responding to
his kiss. His hand starts stroking my cheek, pulling away my messy hair that
insists on getting in the middle. His breathing turns heavy too, and my hands
find their way through his chest to get to his neck and pull him closer to me.
“We shouldn’t” I mutter between kisses.
“We should” He corrects me, still kissing me, but with
a smile on his lips.
The same hand that stroked my cheek now starts to go
down. He traces my arm, waist and hip, ending up in my thigh, using it as a way
to switch places with him.
A minute ago I didn’t know what I was doing, and now
all I wanted to do was to be with him. The sudden thought makes me pull away from him and get
up from the bed.
“No, where are you going?”
Jared gets up too, holding my arms to stop me from
leaving the room.
“We are too drunk for this” I mutter, trying to pull
away once again, “Jared, please, just let me go”
“I can’t” He mumbles, and I’m afraid he’ll start
“What are you talking about?” I ask him cupping his
face, “Are you alright?”
“I love you” He mutters.
Both of my hands fall as I start to back away.
“Ok, I’m done” I laugh, “Bye, Jared, have a good
I’m laughing as I get out of his room, but he runs to
stop me again.
“I’m serious” His hand holds mine and I decide to
focus my eyes on this rather than his eyes, “I love you, why do you think I was
being so annoying with you?”
“Stop saying I’m too drunk!” He shouts and I can’t
help but stay quiet, finally fixating my eyes on his, “I’m not joking, nor
lying. I love you”
“I have to leave”
“No, please stay” He asks with pleading eyes, “I won’t
kiss you again; I just want you to stay the night… please”
I impress myself by nodding to his request. We head
back to his bedroom, but I’m the one who breaks the promise of no kisses. I
can’t hold myself and I pull Jared by his shirt. At first, he asks me to stop
and I consider it for half a second before I decide that the idea is complete bullshit
and push him to the bed.
I roll on the bed, bumping onto something that
shouldn’t be there. My eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light and, when
I’m finally able to see clearly, something is not right. I know I’m screaming before my brain decides
if it’s a good idea or not.
“What?” Jared opens his eyes scared, looking around
for the source of the noise.
When his eyes finally lay on me, a big smile appears
on his face as he lies back on his bed again, “Shit, I told you”
“Wait, what?” I ask him confused, starting to get out
of bed, “Oh, God, I’m naked”
“Of course you are” He laughs.
And as if something suddenly hit my head, I start to
“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks me, eyeing my
naked body from his position.
“I think I do”
“Good, because I’m not going repeat it. And I think
your bra is over there” He adds pointing at his television on the other side of
I run to catch my bra, hearing how he mumbles from his
“God, you must have been so drunk. You fucking hate
“And apparently you love me, so shut the fuck up”
“That’s not a good way to start the day” He says,
kneeling on the bed, “Come here”
His hand reaches for my arm, dragging me towards him,
making me fall over his naked body.
“Jesus, you are naked, let me go!!” I shout, trying to
escape, but his hands are already on my face, steading me to kiss me again.
“That’s better” He mutters, when my body starts to relax
and give in to his touch, “I like it when you hate me like this”
“You are going to pay for this” Is the last thing I
say before I finally give in, grabbing his hair to get him closer to me and
start my day in the strangest way possible.
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So as you guys may know, I recently hit 2,000 followers (holyshitfuckhowwhydoyouguyslikeme). So to show my appreciation, I’m gonna do a Follow Forever because why not
First, my Internet Squad (aka fam)
Jaiden - @thepunkpizzaroll - god fuck I love you so much. You’re a major reason I am at where I am, for you were the one who got me into MCR and FIATC. For that I am forever grateful. You are so so important to me, words can’t even express it. Thank you so much.
Connor - @screaminggaskarth - Conn there is so much I have to say to you that I won’t even be able to fit it all into a paragraph. I am so grateful for everyday and I couldn’t ask for a better bffl. You give me confidence and are there for me when I’m down. ILYSM.
Ellen - @itscoolillbeokay - Ellen you’ve helped me so much godd. You helped me deal with the fact that it’s perfectly okay to be ace and you’re there to laugh and scream about All Time Low. Godd ILY.
Ollie - @wayprince - Ollie we haven’t known each other for too long but god I love you. You always make me laugh and I love your face. You always put really cute tags in the selfies of mine that you reblog and you make me blush. You’re understanding and I do love you even tho you think Frank bottoms and you like McCrackPipe :^)
Sara - @yer-a-lizard-harry - Sara you are so sweet and nice to me and I don’t even deserve it. You get concerned for me and I love it because it feels nice to have someone actually caring about me (not that anyone else above doesn’t) ILYSM Sara.
oh my god i was like 17 when i started writing on tumblr and i roleplayed about 23 characters during those 4 years. to celebrate that i opened up photoshop and made something as shitty as this. a side from that though, it’s corins’ 1 year anniversary, so im cheering on that as well. he’s my first ever original character and i love him very much. i dedicate those who were interacting with me since day one i still enjoy your existence. other than that here are the people that make me smile and all that embarrassing stuff. i love you. don’t expect anything better.
“This is American Gods, and we are all obsessed with Melissa McBride. So how much do you love her and why? And do you love her more than me? I don’t think you do.” - Bryan Fullerasks the cast of The Walking Dead at SDCC 2016