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(yeyeyashdkfskdfjdfaka I can start in a sec)
(yeyeyashdkfskdfjdfaka I can start in a sec)
Tyler walked up to the house, his stomach churning nervously. She will be happy to see me, right? He thought to himself, immediately overrun with guilt for doubting her love. He adjusted his jacket, shifting anxiously before knocking gently on the door.
(sorry that was short, i'm switching classes)
(sorry I keep taking forever to respond)
Macha, who was scribbling furiously at her desk on the second floor, didn't hear the knock. Morrigan, however did. Grumbling quietly under her breath, she tugged her tangled mass of hair down from its bun and opened the door. But, as her vision was obstructed by her mess of dark locks for the time being, she didn't see who was there. "If you're selling Thin Mints, come in. If not, go away."
(It’s okay ASSKJSMAMDMDMSMAJSJSJAKAKSSKKSJDJDJSKSKSKKSKSKSKSKSNA CAPTAIN MARVEL HOLY FUCKING SHIT)
Tyler laughed softly, his smile stretching wide across his face. “Do I really have to have to give you cookies just to see my wife?” He asked, glancing inside.
(NO SPOILERS OML I REALLY WANT TO SEE IT)
Morrigan's head snapped up. Her dark eyes grew to the size of saucers, round and wide in shock. "Oh my god…." she breathed, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god!"
(IT WAS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WONT SPOIL IT THOUGH)
Tyler sighed happily. “Hi Morrigan,” he said, taking a step into the house before stopping and looking at Morrigan. “Is it okay with you? Can I come in?” he laughed.
(SHGDSKFGS I MIGHT SEE IT THIS WEEK BECAUSE I HAVE MARCH BREAK)
Morrigan stood there, gaping at him for a moment, before she finally cleared her throat and snapped out of her daze. "It's–It's your house. Um, she's—she's upstairs."
(YES YES YES YES SJJAKSKDLSKS)
Tyler smiled gratefully and stepped inside, slipping his shoes off. “Thank you,” he whispered, walking upstairs almost silently. He could barely contain his excitement as he leaned against the doorframe of their room.
(SJHGAHSGFAJSKDGAGAHGL)
Macha pushed a pair of reading glasses further up the bridge of her nose, barely registering the presence at the door. Engrossed in her pages of writing, she dragged a hand through her hair, chewing on her bottom lip. "Hey, Morrigan," she murmured absently, not looking up, "I'll be down for breakfast in a second…"
(can it be lunchtime? lol)
:D
(Lol Yeah)
(Today this guy that I’m pretty sure has a crush on me said (about geometry) “I’m pretty sure nothing’s straight.” And I whispered, “not even me.” And then proceeded to laugh for the rest of class.)
“I’m afraid you’ve missed it, darling. I’ll be happy to join you for lunch though.” Tyler said, biting his lip and holding back a shout of happiness at the sight of her.
( l m a o )
Macha jolted, shock overtaking her features. Her head snapped up, eyes locking with his, several sheets of paper spilling from her hands and onto the floor. A cry parted her lips as she leapt from her seat and into his arms, crushing him in a huge bear hug.
Tyler hummed happily and spun her around, holding her close against his chest. He buried his head in her hair and breathed in deeply, tears pricking at his eyes.
(Sorry these are so short)
(dw about it, mine are short too)
"Tyler—Oh my god—–when did you get out??" Macha pulled away from him just enough to cup his face in her hands, searching it for any signs of harm. Her heart soared, elation filling her to the brim. Tyler was back—her Tyler was back.
(Kk :)
“About an hour ago,” Tyler said quietly, looking down at her, his expression immediately turning to worry. “Have you eaten? Have you been sleeping at all?”
Macha pushed past his questions and let out an embarrassing squeak, pressing her face against his chest. "You're back, oh my god—"
“And you are avoiding my questions.” Tyler replied, scooping her up in his arms and sitting on the bed with her in his lap.
(G’morning!)
Macha held his face in her hands and began peppering it with kisses, laughing the whole time. “It doesn’t matter now, you’re back!”
“It matters even more since I’m back.” Tyler replied, blushing slightly as she kissed him. “You’re so beautiful..” He whispered, gazing at her lovingly.
(Morning! How r u?)
(I’m good! F i n a l l y s p r i n g b r e a k )
(You?)
“I missed you,” she whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss. “So much..”
(Luckyyyy! I’m okay ig)
“I missed you too Macha..” Tyler replied, pulling her closer and kissing her cheek, running his hand through her hair.
(Everything okay?)
Tears pricked her eyes, and all of a sudden, she was clinging to him as if her life depended on it. “So, so much..”
(Meh. Yeah I’m fine.)
(Okay so I had this idea that Tyler could’ve been taking college classes while being gone or something cause I really wanted him to do something with his life?)
“I know, I know..it’s okay now though. I’m here.” He held her tighter, guilt and affection and happiness rushing through him all at once.
(Sure! Sounds good, lol)
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you? We’re you eating? Sleeping?” She pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, worry entering here expression.
(Kk, Cool. Sorry that was kinda random.)
“I’m perfect right now. Let’s worry about all that later. First, you need to eat.” Tyler responded gently, hoping she would agree.
(Nah, it’s fine)
“You just got home, Tyler, the last thing on my mind is food,” she laughed softly, pushing him back into the bed. “Tell me everything. I want to know how you’ve been.”
(K thanks :)
“I just got home and the last thing on my mind is myself. You need to eat, then I’ll tell you everything.” Tyler persisted, sitting back up.
Macha pushed him playfully back down, leaning forward until her forearms were resting on either side of his head. “Tell me, and I’ll eat.”
Tyler raised his eyebrows a bit, smiling happily up at her. “By the time I’m done telling you everything, it’ll be dinner time and you wouldn’t have eaten anything.”
“Oh, what a shame,” she murmured, bumping her nose against his. “Spill.”
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