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sayalittlefreyr:

“Why did I stay up all night playing that dumb game?” Frey groaned as she rolls over to the side, the grassy field tickling her a bit. She just felt sooooooooo tired. The plan was to take a morning jog before classes start, but now that she was actually in the field, she felt the consequences of not getting much sleep. What was supposed to wake her up was now doing the opposite. “Ugh… no, no. Wake up, Frey. Come on…”

Try as she might to convince herself, her body just won’t wake up. So, as a last resort to force her body to revive itself, Frey takes a deep breath and decided to do some of the practices for cheer. Those always woke her up. Her body’s too tired to do a full tumble, but a cartwheels were good. One, two… She cartwheeled backwards, once first, and then a second time, only to be stopped when she accidentally hits someone, legs hitting a person instead of landing on the ground. “!!! I’m sorry !!!” 

Now Frey was waking up for sure as she scrambles up to her feet and check up on who she just hit, “You okay?!”

⌜ *ﾟ:*:✼✿  – Laney usually spends her early mornings preparing breakfast, but every once in a while she’ll take an interest in doing morning exercises just to keep herself in-shape. Cheer alone isn’t enough, and doing cardio makes for a relaxing morning. Or at least, it should until you get knocked down by a cartwheeling Frey– “ Aaaah! ”⌟ 

⌜ *ﾟ:*:✼✿  – “ Captain! You startled me there. ” Laney looks up from the ground as she rubs her arm. It took most of the blow and while not too painful, it still hurt. She’s sure Frey didn’t mean to, but getting hit so suddenly and stumbling backwards did not make for a very fun morning. “ I’m okay, I suppose… what about you, Captain? You don’t look too well yourself! Is that why you cartwheeled out of the blue? That won’t help, I think… ” ⌟

Frey was horrified to see not only did she end up hitting a person, it was Laney! If Frey was looking for a wake-up call, this was certainly it. “I’m fine, Laney. Don’t worry about it. I’m not that one who got hit.” 

Before anything else, Frey assisted Laney up, making sure not to pull on the arm that seemed to hurt. Now, she was no expert in the kitchen but she was a hundred percent sure having both arms be able are very important when cooking. She can’t tell if her arm was hit badly with just a glance, so she found herself asking: “I’m just sleepy, honestly... I’m sorry for being careless. How’s your arm? I hope I didn’t hit you too badly?”

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⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – It wasn’t until Aden’s uninvited guest speaks up did realize who it was. Of course it has to be her. That all too bubbly voice. All too present cheer. And even this early in the morning, her laughter is still as light and hearty as ever. “ Good morning to you too, Valor. ” ⌟

⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – “ Lost today? Last time I checked, cheer practice is at the gym, not the pool. I can show you the way if you want.  ” He says all this in jest, still bitter about her quitting the team for cheer but not too much to ruin their friendship. They still belong to the same circle of friends, and it’s not like their friendship relied on being on the same team. Still, he’ll like it if she reconsidered and came back. And if lightly jesting can help in convincing her, he’ll do just that. ⌟ 

⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – He splashes her with some of the pool water and chuckles. Aden likes the cold so he can’t relate to her woes. Doesn’t mean he can’t tease her about it… “ Swim more, maybe then you’d get used to the waters again. “ He leans back on the ledge of the pool, both arms resting as he floats. “ What brings you here anyway? Got tired of just running around the fields? ” ⌟   

“Oh, HA HA, Walters. The pool doesn’t belong to you and just like any other student, I can come here too. Quitting the team doesn’t mean forfeiting my rights to swim!” There he goes again, trying to guilt trip her after she left the team. They’ve talked about this. Multiple times before she finalized her decision! He was cool with it at first but the constant teasing came some time after she actually quit. Honestly, this guy...

“Keep that up and i’m telling Uncle. You know how much he likes me. You’ll get an earful for sure.” Being a snitch to his dad was her trump card and admittedly her favorite. Their dads were best friends slash rivals and Frey happened to get the fondness of his dad. He liked her spirit, he said. Aden should learn a thing or two and stop being so laid back, he added. “You do realize if I tell him you were slacking off, he’d believe me right?"

She returned the water attack and splashed some water back, a sly smile forming, “Didn’t you just come back from a meet? Did you get the gold? I didn’t receive an invite for a celebratory pot luck yet. Don’t tell me you lost your rhythm, Captain? Did you get silver again?”

.｡₀:゜*❄゜ like old times゜❄*゜:₀｡.

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She pulled back. She pulled back. Something about that natural recoil made him want to reach out once more, but he forced himself to stay put. He didn’t really understand, but it felt as though his body was remembering something that he personally could not. It probably was a plain coincidence, wasn’t it? She just seemed like a warm person and perhaps it just drew him in naturally, like a flower to the sun. He wondered if that was truly the case here. 

Just as the moment struck him odd, he bounced back to his normal gentle self in no time flat. He didn’t want to see her look so… disheveled over something like this. His heart felt a bit strange, like a heavy anchor in the sea. “Oh no! No, no, you’re good!” He laughed naturally, waving his hands to deter any strange mood that erupted from the exchange. “We both look like we can be fast friends! You really are the greenest girl I’ve ever met, by a long shot.” 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t caught that familiarity in her welcome a while back. But he had no recollection of this girl. None. He would have remembered. He knows he would have. She must have thought that he was some other Lest she knew. So it must have just been a coincidence.  He wrote it off as such, for his sake and her own.

“Frey Valor.” Lest murmured it once, just to familiarize himself to her name. It rolled off his tongue– a wave in an ongoing flow of words. And he would say it again, once more, just because it rang so nicely. “Frey Valor, huh? It suits you! God of Peace, Prosperity and Weather, isn’t it? Sounds a lot like you’re royalty, haha!”

 “Aw… your first impression really got my hopes up, your highness,” A soft chuckle escaped his lips. He was mostly joking, since he knew most roommates weren’t going to be as welcoming as Frey but…  “Guess we can’t have it all, can we? Not everyone gives the world’s best hugs.”

“C’est la vie.” Sighing just to play off the joke a little more, he ended his act with another wholehearted laugh. “By the way, do you happen to know where the others are? I like this person’s plants. They look like they take care of them really well! And this person…part of the soccer team, probably?” Lest’s eyes danced in the light at the thought of meeting new people–it was pretty sweet to be free to do so! He always tried to be as good-natured as possible, so hopefully they’d be his friends.

“Ah– And who’s this?” If he wasn’t starry eyed before, he was certainly starry eyed now. He gasped quietly, gesturing for the little fur ball to come out of hiding. He crouched down cooing it over. “Oh my goddess… The real guest of honor has arrived.”

“Frey.” He grinned up at her with unbridled pleasure. “I think this year’s going to be a good one.”

His laughter quickly filled the room threatened by a sudden air of awkwardness. It slashes through it before it completely forms, leaving no room for Frey to entertain the questions and uncertainties that formed because of their short meeting. “And you--” Still. “--have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. You’re not wearing contacts are you?” There he was calling her royalty when he’s the one who’s eyes shared the color of nobility itself. It really was a nice shade. The kind you can get lost in if you stare long enough. 

Heavy her heart may be by an exchange and a reveal she doesn’t know how to handle yet, Frey does what she does best: focus. Tucking those silly feelings away, she sets it aside to focus on what she should have been doing from the start aka welcoming her roommate. And in a sense, her new friend. 

“I can never tell where Jamie goes off to but he’s part of the council so he can be very busy. His mom’s the VP too and he’s... a big Mama’s boy. They might be off to a mother-son date.” A cute thought considering this involves Mr. Grumpton himself. “He’s the one in-charge of the plants by the way. You can tell it’s him cause of the purple hair.” At least she wasn’t the only odd-colored haired person in this dormitory, and Micah’s and Lest’s blondness evened it out. In one corner was the blondes, on the other was, well, them. “Harvest Academy’s very own soccer captain is bunking here too, but don’t worry, he’s actually a big softie, he he. He’s probably at practice?”

After that short little introduction, as if on cue, the last one makes an appearance and refused to be left out. As much as Frey loved the darling feline, she was still an unofficial guest and they could be in trouble when people find out they were housing her, “Wah-- Domino! I thought Jamie already trained you to hide better!”

Instead of hiding, Domino took Lest’s invitation and decided circling her new companion in the dorm was a better idea than hiding. The people of this dorm knew all too well not to mess with Jamie. But Domino? Domino was the real queen right here. “What am I ever going to do with you...” Despite saying this with a shake of a head, the thin line on Frey’s face turned into a smile not long after. With Domino purring and a sincere grin thrown at her, how can she not? “You think so? Domino here’s already starting to like you. That’s a good start as any.”

Not wanting to make him feel like an outsider much longer, Frey clapped her hands once and set a new goal. “How about I help you settle in? If Jamie comes home to your bags scattered around, he won’t be too happy.”

Nevermore || Frey & Lest

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Lest was always fond of kids. They were predisposed to experiencing the world in the highest decibel, treated every day like it was the last, and kept their hearts hanging on their sleeves. Now, the project wasn’t anything as serious as taking care of a real child, but he was so sure he’d enjoy it just as much. They were entrusted with a flour sack and had about a week to take care of it. Now, any other student would want to do it for the A, but he was doing it for his make-shift child.  It was a flour sack, sure, but he’d protect it with his life. Just the thought of that made him want to chuckle.

“Frey, do you want to hold it?” Lest had been cradling it for the last half hour since it had been passed onto them. Okay, he was mostly just jesting at first– a good, nonchalant joke about the sack being his child… but now Lest was on a mission to see this through until the end. “I think I need to give it… uh… time to breathe. Or rise.” Flour jokes. Heh. 

Now, was he the type to be attached to a bag of flour? He sure was. 

“It’s a good thing we share a lot of classes together. Otherwise, it’d be pretty hard to fairly divide times to take care of…our child…” Chuckling heartily, he felt a delicate mix of embarrassment and enjoyment in playing out this act. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of! And besides, playing it casually was so much more fun than seeing it like a bag of future cookie mix. 

If Frey was much younger, she would have flustered up at this. Once, some years ago, two kids played house in a house made of pillows: their own little castle. Now, castles weren’t castles without a guiding force that protected it, but that was what Lest’s dragon plushie was for. Venti, they would call her.

Her.

If make-believe dragons could a name and a gender, it wasn’t too far-off to let their temporary child have the same right. From where Frey stood as she came back to get them refreshments, Lest was already looking and acting the part of a very attached Dad. Too cute! Too endearing! That’s why instead of answering his question right away, she ends up giggling too fondly at the silliness of this all. In between the giggles, Frey tried to say, “Oh, please. You want to hold our child longer, I can tell. I won’t stop you, Lest. Go on~ I know you want to.”

“But you know, we shouldn’t call our child an ‘it’. Flour children have feelings too!” Sitting next to her co-parent, Frey gave the bag of flour a long stare and contemplated very seriously on how to go about this. The point of the project was to teach responsibility and discipline, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a little fun, now does it? Ever so carefully, her eyes went from focused to delighted, bright eyes filled with mirth. She looked up at her partner, all too excited to announce: “Lest... It’s... it’s..”

“It’s a girl.” Our precious little girl.

Flour’s Flyin’ High! || Frey & Lest

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politics-and-portfolios:

“Not… ghh… Not long.” Gill rubbed at his ribs, making it quite clear the discomfort he was in. “Maybe… fifteen minutes.” Fifteen minutes said out loud sounded longer than it did in Gill’s head. 

He took a sharp inhale when his back was touched; it stung, just a little, but stung nonetheless. 

“A-Ah! Maybe that…” Gill did not care much for visiting the clinic, but it had become a place he was used to enough to just push through it. “Maybe that would be a good idea…”

Her hand recoiled back to her chest when Gill seemed hurt over her attempt to ease his pain. His back was definitely in pain. She could only wonder if he can make it to the clinic without straining himself too much. “Oh, this isn’t good. The clinic is a few building’s away from here.”

A few seconds was what all Frey needed before she came into a decision. Small she may be, but she was a tough cookie despite only being 5′2. She’s not the cheer leading captain solely because she has the energy of a bullet after all! “Alright, Gill. How about this--” Frey stood in front of him and turned our, crouching a little and gesturing for him to climb. “I can take you there faster without hurting you too much.”

Better Than In A Fireplace [Gill & Frey]

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Activity Check 11/4 : Passed!

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miss-josephinee:

Three knocks. Only one person did that. Normally, Selphy would’ve procrastinated answering the door, taking a moment to finish the current page she on. And besides, its not like many people came to visit her anyway.

But with Frey? Selphy knew better than to keep her waiting, the girl being one of her more worrisome friends. And this time? She had a book with her! But the question interrupted her thoughts before she could even ask about it.

“Yeah! I ate, you know…earlier…” She answered unconvincingly, still eyeing the book in her friend’s hand.

Ooooh, she knew that look. She knew that hesitance. She might have eaten earlier, but that could easily mean she ate hours and hours ago! “Selphius Josephine.” Frey tried oh-so-hard not to go full on nag mode, but she must. She simply must! “Your definition of earlier is not the same as mine and you know it.”

Book now hidden behind her, Frey tilted her head to the side and tried to block Selphy’s view so she can look directly at her instead, “How about we eat? I have something to show you, but not until we get something inside that stomach of yours, Missy.”

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rusticprotag:

       【✿】~ The day up until that point had been a quiet and relatively uneventful one, Raguna deciding to spend his Saturday chilling in his dorm room with a few snacks and games from his backlog he wanted to tackle now that he had the time. But the boy couldn’t help but feel a sense of something in the air, some strange sense of foreboding. With Aden gone, things were a bit too quiet, and considering where he was, Raguna had a feeling that it would change soon.

       And to his complete and utter (un)surprise, a knock at the door cuts through the silence then, and Raguna nearly drops his 3DS into his face when the sudden noise startles him. 

       He sits up, taking care not to hit his head on the top of the bunk bed as he does so (maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for him to take the bottom bunk when he was the taller one), getting to his feet and reaching the door in seconds. When he opens it up, he doesn’t really know who to expect, but he finds the sight of Frey’s cheerful grin both an unsurprising and pleasing one. 

       But that feeling of foreboding rears its ugly head again too, and is the main factor behind the suspicious look he levels her with then. So vague. Just what was she up to…? Shenanigans of some sort, or something she legitimately needed help with? Raguna wasn’t too keen on having his kick back time interrupted by getting dragged into some mess, but regardless of the outcome of whatever this was supposed to be, he doubts he’d be able to say no to her, either.

       Frey meant well in everything she did, and would never intentionally lead him astray, or put him into a position that would legitimately bring him discomfort. So when he thinks about the question she posed, there was really only one answer.

       “I dunno what this is about, but…” Smirking, he takes her hand. “…you’ve never steered me wrong before, so just tell me what I need to do.”

Frey anticipated hesitance, so when Raguna didn’t answer her straight away and simply looked at her suspiciously, she retained her smile and her hand still waiting to be taken, confident he only needed a bit of a push to take it. One little sheep.. .two little sheep... three--

So tell me what I need to do.

“Just the words I needed to hear.” Her grin widened, and the playful cheerleader did not hide her glee and winked back at his ‘hired help’ for the day, “You made the right choice, my friend. You won’t regret it ❤”

That was all she said before pulling him outside and dragging him back to her dormitory, and eventually to her room. With the boys out,it was pretty quiet at Dorm C3. Only their footsteps and the loud slamming of the door as Frey closes it shut can be heard. 

“Stay right here at this very spot, and close your eyes.” Frey went on her tiptoes to gently close Raguna’s eyes. Why does he have to be so tall? Ahhh-- it doesn’t matter. That was a good thing anyway. Her footsteps can be heard right after as she ran to the opposite of the room, tugging on the blinds and closing all of them one by one. Then, she goes back to where she left Raguna and reached for the light switch just beside him to turn it off. 

“You can open your eyes now.” She said in a whisper, although there was clear excitement in her voice. She had both her hands behind her and looked up at Raguna, anticipating his reaction. If he looked behind her, he’ll see a dim view of the room, with nothing but the faint green glow shaped like stars surrounding the walls. There were only a few spread out, and there was a noticeable trend-- they were only in mid-level and never reached any higher. 

“It’s not looking anything like what I had in mind... but I was hoping a helping hand can fix that.” One hand on her waist, she closed a fist and pumped it high, all charged up to remedy her failed project, “Lend me your strength, Raguna! Or in this case, your height, he he~♫” 

one jump ahead

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This wasn’t right. Not right at all. No matter how much she looked at it, it looked wrong. Far from what she imagined and hoped to accomplish for today! She’d need something else to remedy this-- or someone else even. 

The troubled Frey dashed out of her room and out of the dormitory itself, greeted by the halls of the unisex building. There has to be a soul around... and if not, there’s always one of the friendly neighborhood soccer boys. Micah’s not around, so maybe one of them..?

Frey stood outside of C7 and knocked a few times to get the tenant’s attention. She should have just sent a text, but this was faster and harder to say no. A direct approach is always better after all. When someone does answer the door, a grin formed immediately as she looks up at the tallest of their crew. “Raguna!!! Just who I wanted to see~♫”

Suddenly, a solution to her problem forms in her head, and for that to happen, she needed his cooperation. Frey offered a hand up, urging him to take it. “I need your help right, but you gotta come with me. Do you trust me~?”

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wake up call

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Frey doesn’t attend the book club meetings all the time, but when she does, it was always a delight. Getting to know new titles and discussing them among peers never gets old, and it made for a good break after strenuous physical activities. Today, they were in the library, in search of new titles to suggest to the club and discuss a week after.

In her search, Frey gravitated towards the science fiction section of the library. She doesn’t know any new books recently that could be interesting enough, but there was bound to be something in this vast library! She turned to another aisle when she spotted not a book of interest, but a person. And that person happened to be leaning on the bookshelves and looked almost ready to sleep.

“Clori? Cloriiiii...psst! You’re falling asleep again.” Sometimes Frey wondered if her ever the sleepy friend was just tired all the time or it was something else. Approaching the braided girl, Frey checked up on her to see if she was alright, “You okay? Maybe we should get coffee.”

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⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – @sayalittlefreyr  ⌟

⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – Bright and early in the morning before his first class of the day, Aden heads out of the dorms and straight to the pool. There’s no one there for practice and the like, that one’s for after class hours. He already talked to the staff about coming in early and since he’s in good terms with the janitors in-charge of the pool, he has early access. Right now, it’s just him and him alone. Perfect. ⌟

⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – He heads to the locker to change, brain still half-awake, but the other half is filled with worries. Something has been bugging him lately and just ignoring it won’t do. He needs to clear his head and relax. The best way to do that is to result to old practices: dive into the people when no one’s around, swim all the way to the bottom and hold your breath for as long as you can. It usually works. ⌟

⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – Aden does just that, the chlorine burning his eyes as he stares into the blurry waters while the seconds pass. Silence and idleness usually irks the teen, but when he’s underwater, he doesn’t mind letting go and being in total peace. This lasts for a short few minutes until Aden has to rise up and get some air. ⌟

⌜ .｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*  – “ Ha… ” Wiping the water out of his face, Aden takes his sweet time catching his breath. Just as he does, he hears movement not too far from where he is– strange considering no one should be around. “Pool’s reserved for the next hour so leave unless you’re willing to wait that long.” By then, it’d be time for classes anyway so Aden doubts anyone would try. ⌟ 

Frey saw him exit the dorms. She was going out for a jog in the morning when he caught glimpse of Aden exiting the dorms and ready to head out. Some days, he jogged in the morning too. The rest, he goes to swim. Frey had a feeling he was going with the latter. 

A few minutes into the jog, Frey had the urge to change her exercise routine for the day. She used to join him for a swim a little less than a year ago, but ever since quitting the swim team, she just hasn’t been to the pool as much. So she changed direction, went back to the dorm to pick up some necessities, and followed Aden. 

He probably didn’t notice her entering, so she went ahead and changed in the locker room. By the time she made it near the waters, Aden rose from the waters and shoo-d her away. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

Frey shook her head and walked to the edge of the pool to sit down just beside where Aden rose from. She flicked some water on his face “You can’t just reserve the whole pool for yourself, you know~ this is still school property ♫” Light laughter escaped the twin-tailed cheerleader and not a moment later, she dives in to the cold waters. This was far different from simply jogging to wake herself up, and the coldness of the waters makes her shudder as she floats just beside Aden. “So cold!! I’m not used to this anymore...”

.｡₀:゜*❄゜ like old times゜❄*゜:₀｡.

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goldenprotag:

「 Micah blinked back and resisted the urge to raise both his hands up, too guilty to even make up an excuse. “Yes?” No use denying the truth now as it bit him in the ass. He had a feeling it’ll just get worse if he even tried, anyway. Next time, he’ll have a different game plan to get those free rice balls. For now, he takes the defeat like a man. “Your riceballs are great, okay? You can’t blame me for wanting em.”」 

「 The mangoes didn’t come as a surprise and he’d feel something was off if she went for something else. “You can say I’m kinda hungry… I’m a growing boy, you know. Gotta get that meat to survive through the day. ” He waited for her to figure out what she wanted for lunch, especially since they were already near the cafeteria. She’s normally so decisive so he knew it wouldn’t take too long. To his surprise, she went for two sandwiches as well. 」

「 “Woah there, Pigtails. You were just calling me out earlier for ordering two, too. Ha ha!” Micah couldn’t help but laugh at that. For such a tiny girl, she sure can eat. And even if she was being considerate right now and lessening his expenses, having those bright green eyes stare back at him made him too weak. He’s more of a Flash fan, but maybe those green eyes of hers were kryptonite? “I’ll buy you both sandwiches, don’t worry. I’m treating you to lunch, not half of it. And yes, Frey. Even the smoothies~” 」

「That was something he was sure she would like, and that was enough of a compensation for him. He flashed her a friendly grin and assured her it was alright. A little heavy on the wallet, but it wasn’t anything he can’t handle. Besides, if it made Frey happy, he doesn’t mind splurging. “I’ll get a smoothie for myself too. Maybe a mango one, too?”」 

Micah’s admittance is too amusing to Frey, she coudln’t help but laugh, a finger poitned like a gun as if she were really a policeman. “Mmmhmm. Talk all you want, I won’t give you one anytime soon.” Since he seemed to admit defeat now, Frey decides to let this one go. She won, anyway.

Out of the soccer club boys, the soccer captain himself is actually the shortest, and Frey has the biggest urge to tease him about this, but decides to cut him some slack. For once. Poor guy’s already the tiniest. He he.

She keeps her eyes on him until he agrees to her attempt to get treated, but instead, she got way more than she asked for! The prospect of saving lunch money AND getting full is just too good to pass, but... Now I feel a little guilty...

“...you’re really getting all of that?” He was smiling so brightly, and he seemed to have thought this through. That doesn’t remove the pang of guilt she now feels over asking for this, but she’s decided to accept his generosity and just feel indebted to him. How the tides have turned...

“I didn’t think you’d go that far, but you know what, Evans? Let’s pig out today, you and me~” She pulled him by the arm once more, leading them both to the cafeteria. It wasn’t too full and there were some vacant seats. She took his bag for him and chose a table for them, settling both their things down, “I’ll save this seat for us. Maybe Raguna or Georgia’s at the counter, so try getting a discount!”

☼ take a break ☼

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lannathepopstar:

It was kind of surprising to see that Frey knew about this musical. One could probably say the same thing about herself. The songs weren’t exactly family appropriate but they were just so catchy!  

“Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke in my Porsche with the quarterback!” she sang imitating the bit of growl that Heather Chandler had.

Lanna joined her in dancing along. Her hips rocked side to side. Would it be surprising if she knew the dance from the musical? Probably not. As she sang, she performed the same dance moves from the musical from the steps to hand gestures. All they needed was one more person and they could be just like the Heathers! At least performance wise.

If Lanna was Heather Chandler, Frey was Heather McNamara-- at least when it came to their shared love for cheer leading. As Lanna danced along too, Frey did not fail to keep up, even if her singing voice isn’t as strong as the blonde’s. The growl definitely caught her off guard and impressed her. Lanna emitted Heather Chandler without fail, Frey almost fangirled instead of singing and dancing along.

The song continued, and like a synchronized dance group, the pair let out their inner musical nerds out and finished the entire number. They both knew the song by heart, and by the time they were finished, Frey felt a similar kind of exhaustion when they did cheer routines-- the satisfying and fun kind.

“Step into my Candy Stooooooore~♫!” And pose. Frey held the last pose for a few seconds before turning to Lanna with a wide grin on her face. “That was so good, Lanna! Why haven’t we done this before again?”

Honey, whatchu waiting for?

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hotpotcheer:

Komari actually really enjoyed whenever Frey was mischievous, for it always meant for something fun and exciting to do. And truly, Komari has been kind of down recently- so this feeling gave her a sense of adventure that she rather needed indefinitely. She leaned over her ear, so it was easier to hear what she had to say. Her eyes widened and was bewildered at the surprise. Sneaking out? Oh my! It definitely sounds exciting, and fun indeed. So naturally, with all grins the brunette responded with a :

“Yeeeeees! Of course!” 

Truly, this was going to be the most exciting thing that’s been going on all week! The thrill of possibly getting caught really does get one’s gears going.But when you succeed, it’s all worth it.

“Alright, alright, alright. I believe ya, so let’s go! Lead the way!” Komari eagerly begun to follow the cheer captain in whatever direction she was heading off to.

An approval was all she need, and when she got just that, Frey doesn’t waste another second and begins the short trip to the entrance of the school. Their first barrier is the front desk, and it’s in these situations when being friendly to everyone actually pays off. 

“Good afternoon~♫” The cheer captain ever so casually walks pass the front desk, waving a piece of paper as if it was meant to represent something and and exiting the vicinity like it was an ordinary thing to do. 

Walk. Walk. Walk. Turn only when asked--

“Where are you going?”

--pause.

Frey stopped in her tracks and gave a neutral expression, “Oh, we just need to buy some things for cheer. It won’t take long!” She turns to Komari, a smile on as she depended on her for some back-up.

so mushroom in my heart

[sayalittlefreyr-blog]

fishysecret:

“Oh, that’s great!”

Pia chimed, clasping her hands together in front of her of her chest, her smile beaming. It was obvious that she was happy to have Frey back around. Her current swim team could use the inspiration from a former member.

“Hmm, that’s not good. Start with a couple of warm-up laps and we’ll take it from there.” 

“Consider yourself an honorary swim team member starting today~” 

“Sounds like a plan, coach! If it’s alright can I get help with getting timed? I gotta make sure I don’t slow down even more, he he.” Swim cap on, Frey pumped herself up to start a lap. She position herself near the edge of the water, about to dive in but pausing at the last thing Pia said.

“E-eh? Don’t tease me like that, coach...” I’m fragile. With both Aden and coach Pia encouraging her, it’s just so hard to say no.

dive in

[sayalittlefreyr-blog]

goldenprotag:

「 The tighter hug made Micah “whine” louder, and if it wasn’t for some other student giving them a look, Micah would have lifted her and spun her around for being too gosh darn adorable. “Really. Just tell me when and I’ll swoop right in for a little baking 101. Of course we gotta borrow a kitchen to cook in but… we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, ha ha!”」

「 When she revealed and offered one of her red tulips for him, Micah’s grin fades not because he wasn’t happy, but because he was taken by surprise. He knew she was giving these to everybody, but there’s still something about being given a flower that meant true love. He even got a bit of a deja vu here, as if once upon a time, they were giving each other tulips, too. ”You really love tulips, don’t ya Frey?”」

「 His cheerful expression comes back and he accepted the tulip gratefully. Frey was right, they did make for great presents. It was like a happy pill that spreads and infects happiness to everyone that got it, and Micah was the latest victim. 」

「 “They’re great, I love em! Kind of like you..?” Poking her by the nose with the tulip, he tried to hide his growing blush. He didn’t mean anything by that as more than just friends– not intentionally at least. But he knows he values her incredibly. She acted like his supporting pillar, and even if their hobbies and priorities were different, he can always count on her to have his back. And he loved and cherished her for that. 」 

「 “Happy flower Festival day to you too, Pigtails. Now c’mon, let’s head back and finish your deliveries. Your basket’s not empty yet~” She looked like she was halfway done, and since he was already with her, why not help? That’s what friends are for~♫」

I love em. Kind of like you...?

Simple words, yet it rang in her mind, echoing repeatedly until his voice cuts through with a different set of words. The butterflies calmed down, but she felt it. At the pit of her stomach, they were set free for the first time. It was so strange, yet good. This new and unknown feeling that bloomed like the flowers of spring... she was starting to be aware of it. Slowly, surely. It was there.

“Okay~♫” Basket of tulips transferred to him, Frey walked on ahead, a spring in her steps as she looked for other students to gift these flowers, too. There’s a creeping redness in her cheeks, but she doesn’t give it too much attention. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment feeling. That rush you get when caught off guards by sweet words.

It’s still so odd, but Frey wants to see how these flowers they planted will bloom. Until then, she lets it be.

Like he said, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

flower festival: hey, tulips

[sayalittlefreyr-blog]

sebellite:

Weekends got pretty wild for Sebastian Reed. Most people didn’t realize just how many illuminati conspiracy theories there were on youtube, and he made it his personal mission in life to find out. The answer? Enough to keep him glued to his computer screen until well past three in the morning. A decision he might’ve reconsidered had he known someone would come knocking on his door the next day, interrupting his sleep.

“Seb? Seb? Seb?” 

Dark eyes opened. The vision of his ceiling came into view. For a second he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming the voice or not. It felt like a chant inside his own mind, until eventually, he recognized it as belonging to…

…

Ugggh. 

Sebastian threw the covers off and dragged himself toward toward the door. When he finally opened it, he greeted his visitor with a gloss of bleariness over his pupils and bruise-like bags heavy with sleep under his eyes. The only part of him that seemed to have any life at all was his mop of hair–flopping in every direction. He didn’t even bother to look at what she was holding up before he lifted his fists and knocked his knuckles rhythmically on the top of her green little head.

“Frey. Frey. Frey,” he said, voice as flat as the gentle thumps on her skull. See how she fucking liked it. 

“What do you want?” Vengeance complete, he finally paused to look at the fox in front of him. Not the pigtailed cheerleader, you weirdo. A literal fox. Or a picture of one, at least. He blinked a few times, pale fingers reaching up to comb back his bangs. (A futile attempt. Thick locks just fell right back into place without his styling gel.) 

“That better be what I think it is.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, and Sebastian finally stepped aside to let his, okay, fine–friend into his room. His very dark room. The curtains were drawn, and only the dim light of a computer screen illuminated the space–just enough to see the growing pile of empty soda cans around his desk. 

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” With each gentle knock, Frey replied with feigned hurt.If Sebastian thinks that’s the way to get to her or stop her from pulling off any similar antics, he is dead wrong. This only makes her giggle. 

“You look like a wreck, Seb. Ha ha! Fix up your hair, geez.” She pushes the box towards the table-top loving nerd and went on her tip toes to pat his fluffy hair. A bit of styling and maybe some hair gel could fix it, but now was not the time for hair styling! It’s time for games!

Frey merrily makes her way inside, and heads to Sebastian’s room. The familiar darkness doesn’t faze her and a quick trip towards the switch fixed the lighting problems. There in all it’s glory was Sebastian’s messy room, the cans catching her attention almost immediately. Scooping those cans up, she makes another trip to the trash bin to take care of that.

“Check out the cover-- it’s called The fox in the forest! It’s meant for two people and youuuu get the honor of losing badly to me, Seb~” Frey dumped the empty cans to the bin, washed her hands, and makes her way back to his room. Then, she finds a spot on the floor and sits right down to make herself comfortable. She placed her backpack right in front of to show off some smuggled goodies. “I got some snacks and drinks good for the day~ so what do you say, Seb? You in for some game time~?” 

what does the fox say