#alaskawritcs

“Wait, what exactly are you trying to tell me?”, he asked curiously, his eyes glued to the woman before him. It wasn’t the Nixon didn’t understand what she was saying, but it was a tough pill to swallow. It was normal for people their age to enjoy drunken nights in Vegas, but what wasn’t normal was the situation they had found themselves in this morning. “You can’t actually be telling me that we got married last night, I think I would remember something like that”, his voice began to raise, panic almost evident in his every fiber.

jonathan knew the night before was a complete mistake. he was quick to leave the house in the morning looking forward to fixing her car quickly in order to avoid that awkward one night stand feeling. unfortunately for him there was several parts of her car that was missing and it was going to at least take a week and a half to get the parts in. so he did the gentleman thing and brought her breakfast. walking back into his home he saw her standing her there giving extending the bag of food towards her. “so, there is some bad news your car it needs a lot of work and i won’t be able to get the parts in until maybe a week at the most.” 

           What was he even doing here? That was the one thought echoing through Louis’ head as he slowly approached the buffet, or rather one certain person standing at the buffet. He didn’t even want to go back to his old high school, the whole thing just seemed ridiculous. But here he was, and he wasn’t sure whether he regretted coming. Who wanted to run into their old high school flame after so long? Sure, he was successful, his restaurant was booming -- but he was also single, far away from getting everything they ever planned together. Before he could change his mind, however, he stopped right next to her, picking up a glass with whatever drink he could find. “Hey stranger,” he smiled, hoping she wouldn’t just ignore him and turn his back on her. “How are you liking this whole thing? Kind of... overdone, isn’t it?”

YOU KNOW THE HILARITY OF THIS WAS THAT THIS WAS SENT FOR MY 26TH BIRTHDAY AND I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO RESPOND BUT I LOVE YOU BESTIE. ASHDAHJAJD BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

You’re not like most vampires. And you’re not like most werewolves.

TASH OH MY GOSH LISTEN YOU ONLY MADE MY DAY GREATER BY SENDING THIS!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ALSO I MISS YOU!! AND I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!! AND LIKE ILY. OKAY BYYYYE. 

speaking of which… i love every single person i’ve ever had the chance to write with because without them my characters would be nothing but empty shells and vague ideas that just sit and collect dust in my head. i’m inspired daily by my partners and their vision and jshfjkshfkshfs I FEEL BLESSED, OKAY?