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theawesomegilbert:

"I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I just want everything to be okay." Every Day- David Levithan, page 6

Gilbert found himself surprised, yet relieved, that Lovi wasn’t ready to murder him by now. He was always screwing up and doing stupid stuff, but he was glad he had found someone to finally put up with it.

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"I really am sorry."

Lovino glanced up at Gilbert and huffed. He wanted to eat something after he spoke about it. The italian had not exactly eaten well lately. He nibbled on fruits but he was busy memorizing recipes. Now that he could not make anything maybe he could read up on them easier.

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"Well it’s an texmex one. I like their tacos and Enchiladas! Plus I have a coupon for a free cheese appetizer. So we can save some money on food. "

Gilbert was at least glad to hear that he had a coupon. He was never one to worry about money much, but being a bartender wasn’t exactly the best-paying occupation. And he was willing to try practically whatever his boyfriend chose, because he still felt a need to make it up to him for having his hand get injured.

"Sounds good to me. And if we’re saving money, that’s always a good thing."

alfredthebard:

Alfred smiles widely. He slightly wishes that he could have a job that pays as well as he believes a bartender does.

"That’s pretty special. Most people rely on you."

Gilbert only shrugged. Yet, he was flattered that someone actually thought bartenders were important. “I wouldn’t say so, but I guess people do kinda rely on us, in a way. But I think being a poet’s way cooler than my job.”

(Source: theawesomegilbert)

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12. my muse taking selfies

Gilbert had no idea why this man showed up in his room all of a sudden, especially when he was taking selfies. Needless to say, he was rather embarrassed, but he would be anyways, even if it were someone he knew well.

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He was speechless, and had no idea what to say, so he just stood there, staring at the man in front of him, saying nothing.

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alfredthebard:

"I write poems for the local newspaper. Not much, but it’s the world to me," he replies, scanning the menu he knows well.

"And you? What do you do?"

Gilbert personally wishes that he could be more creative himself, so, he thinks it’s kind of cool when Alfred mentions he’s a poet. “That’s really cool, I wish I were a good writer,” he says. But when Alfred returns the question, he’s kind of embarrassed to mention his own occupation. “I’m just a bartender, nothing too special.”

(Source: theawesomegilbert)

Librarian! 6
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moderntomatoboy:

theawesomegilbert:

"I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I just want everything to be okay." Every Day- David Levithan, page 6

Gilbert found himself surprised, yet relieved, that Lovi wasn’t ready to murder him by now. He was always screwing up and doing stupid stuff, but he was glad he had found someone to finally put up with it.

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"I really am sorry."

The italian let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. It was hard to keep himself from cooking but he needed to. His hand needed to heal. Lovino tried to pull off a smile even though he was irritated that he would be relying on Francis. He leaned on his German boyfriend’s shoulder and huffed a bit.

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"I’m sure you two can cook someth’in. Maybe a pot pie. "

Gilbert figured that as long as the recipe was simple enough, there was no way he’d be able to screw it up. Or, so he hoped. A pot pie sounded simple enough, so maybe he’d try that. And with Francis’ help, he was sure that things wouldn’t go wrong.

"Well, until then, is there anywhere specific you’d like to go tonight? You cooking is out of the picture, and it’s kind of late to contact Francis, so this is our only option tonight."

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eldurisoglakkris:

"She was engrossed in Dimensions when the boy came and sat in the sand a few yards away from her, apparently without noticing she was there.  She observed him in silence.” — The Girl who Played with Fire, Steig Larsson

Solveig sat against a tree, a book in one hand and a cup of lukewarm coffee in the other.  The midday light was filtering through the trees of Central Park, casting lopsided shadows on the pages of the novel she’d been engaged in for hours.  Never had she ever been so outdoorsy as to sit outside — let alone on the ground — for hours on end, but at the time she’d arrived at the park, it was alive and buzzing, and she had no other choice.  The corner of the park she resided in was now practically dead, aside from the odd bird or squirrel, leaving Solveig in nearly complete silence — until now.  She heard footsteps beginning drawing close to her and pulled her phone out quickly to look busy; it was only then that she realised the time that had passed.

She glanced up for a moment to look at the stranger, who had perched themselves nearby on a bench, and was somewhat surprised by what she saw.  At first, she’d figured he was an elderly man judging by his pale hair, but it took her only a few seconds to realise that he probably wasn’t much older than her.  A small smile teased at the corners of the mouth, though se fought it, as she twirled one her own cloudy locks around her finger.  It was a bit satisfying, knowing that she wasn’t an odd one out in the city, and she couldn’t help the feeling of contentedness that began to sink in

Solveig raised her hand and waved back at him, the embarrassment of realising she’d been staring all but gone given the fact that he didn’t really seem to care.  She stared back down at her book, setting her phone aside, though her mind didn’t seem to comprehend the words as it had before.  With a sigh, she glanced back up at him, and debated introducing herself — she’d only moved to the city a short time before, and hadn’t made any acquaintances since.

After a moment, she dismissed the idea completely.  ’No, no,’ she said to herself, absently running her thumbnail against the page of the book.  'He came here for a reason; he probably doesn't want to be bothered.'  She leaned back against the tree, running a hand through her hair and resuming her reading with a fleeting glance back at him.

Gilbert couldn’t help but feel relieved when she returned his wave. At least she didn’t appear to be creeped out by his over-friendliness. He debated going over to introduce himself, but she appeared to be rather invested in the book she was reading, so he figured he’d at least wait a few more minutes before going over. He didn’t want to seem intrusive.

After a couple more minutes, Gilbert came to the realization that sitting on a park bench doing nothing was utterly dull, at least, in his opinion. He found himself itching to go over to talk to her, or anyone, for that matter, even though his whole purpose of coming to the park was to have some peace and quiet. But, being the kind of person he was, he couldn’t go for too long without any sort of social interaction. He was just a social person by nature, and he couldn’t help it. So, he decided to stroll over to the tree she was seated under, and hoped that he didn’t seem entirely creepy. He was a complete stranger, after all. But, he managed to mumble a quick “Hey,” as he went over to sit across from her.

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Are you? I would have preferred Argentina to win, but it’s whatever now. 

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