Well, it’s July…
I don’t usually get overly personal or sentimental on here anymore but I wanted to make an exception this time.
This is going to be an appreciation post for my best friend: @demeterdownunder (As well as for everyone I’ve met in the sfw tk community)
I won’t say his actual name for privacy, so in this post I’ll call him Dimitri.
Bring your tissues and your popcorn, this is going to be a long one.
Hey there bud.
I met you over a year ago now. It’s crazy how time flies huh?
When we first crossed paths I was going through hell.
Di (my grandma) had recently passed away, and I was just broken up with by the person who I thought was going to be there for me no matter what.
If it were not for you gathering up the courage on that discord server to ask me if we could be friends, I don’t think we would be talking today.
You didn’t know it yet, but meeting you… it probably saved my life.
We instantly hit it off, calling and texting almost every night. I still remember how nervous you sounded that first time I heard your voice, and the way you exploded with happiness when we worked out that we both lived in Australia.
Finally. Someone else in the community from our own damn country.
As I learned to trust you more, and you let me in, we formed a small group of friends that would become like a second family to us all.
At first it was you, me, @pixliidraws, and @willthelee, but then it grew with @bearlee-giggling, @altheadajoysoul, Pix and Auggie’s partner, @the-gingerbread-lee, and my wonderful girlfriend (happy 4 month anniversary babe!) who’s name I will keep anonymous for privacy reasons. We made a little home together, a chaotic family if you will (roll credits).
These people became my closest friends, my family.
We spent so much time together on call, laughing, playing games, teasing each other, sharing our best and worst days.
We bonded over extreme stress and heartache, an event this time last year that ultimately cemented our friendship.
I won’t go into the details of this as it would we are all processing it in different ways, but I will say that I am glad that I chose these people to stick by, because there is two sides to every story and you shouldn’t let lies on the internet interfere with the real, deep, and posssibly life-long connections you make with those in your community.
Dimitri, you know more than anyone how important it is to ask for help, and to learn to rely upon those around you for support when and if you need it.
Without your support and unconditional love, I would not be the person I am today.
You were there when my whole world was falling apart. You were there when the memories seemed too difficult to bare. You were there to help guide me through, to help me process things that I would have never faced on my own.
When it comes to helping those you care about, you have an unshakable sense of bravery and compassion. You are our rock.
I was there for you too. Staying up with you into the early hours of the morning to talk about everything and anything that was on our minds. Pouring out our hearts to eachother and never shying away from even the most terrifying and depressing subjects.
We knew we needed to be real with eachother, that rather than toxic positivity and conflict avoidance, we needed honesty and tough love to get us through. And above all we needed hope.
We made a promise to eachother one day; that no matter what happens, nothing will ever permanently keep us apart. We promised eachother that one day we would meet up, and that we would be able to hug eachother in real life instead of from over a screen.
And meet up we did… twice.
It was like being reunited with the long lost sibling that you never knew you had.
After getting over the initial shock and poking eachother just to make sure we were real, it just clicked.
Everything felt so natural by your side. We held hands like we had done it a million times before. We explored Sydney and Canberra, walking for hours on end without getting tired. We became closer than we had ever been before.
Leaving was awful. It felt like loosing you all over again. It didn’t feel the same. I wanted to hold your hand and hug you the way I did so many times that week. You became part of me.
It got easier with time. Knowing that you were only a call away, that I could text you and hear your voice whenever I wanted, even if you weren’t there with me physically. I knew you would be by my side again soon. Though it hurt like hell, I knew it was worth it.
You introduced me to a song that I played on repeat whenever I was feeling sad. ‘We’ll meet again’ by Vera Lynn. I think the lyrics speak for themselves.
After the closing of the second time all those months later, we were at peace. We had discovered just how close you can feel to someone, while never doubting for a second it was platonic. It felt safe. If it’s possible to have platonic soulmates then that’s what we are. We were able to love eachother deeply without taking away any romantic love that we had for our respective partners.
If I had to do it all again I would in a heartbeat. And there is no one else I would rather do it with than you.
I am so excited to meet up with you again! To have you stay with me and show you my home town, the place I grew up. Remembering that every time that you have to leave, is one step closer to you never having to leave again.
One day if we choose, we will be able to move in together. To go travelling, and meet all our friends over in America. And to be there for eachother physically whenever we need it.
But for now let’s focus on getting through it one day at a time.
1 more week.
This time next week we will be together already.
You will get to see my family, my cats, my town.
You’ll get to have a break from everything and just breathe.
It’s going to be okay.
It’s all going to be worth it.
While I could keep talking about you forever, I think it’s best I end it off here. There are a million other things I would like to say but I’m sure you know them already.
Dimitri, my brother, my confidant, my best friend.
Thank you for everything. I love you just as much as any younger sister could ever love their older sibling. You mean the whole world to me and that is why i’m writing this, because want the whole internet to know it.
I’m not really sure how to end this properly after all that, honestly the last half an hour writing this has just been a blur. But when have you ever been one for formalities anyway hahah.
I’ll see you when you inevitably come flustered in my DMs 5 minutes after you see this, keyboard smashing in happiness like the dork you are.
I’ll always be here for you mate, and so will the rest of the chaos fam.
Take care, and I’ll be with you soon.
-Liv 💖
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☆// coming home (MDNI, 18+)
info! keegan russ / fluff, established relationship + gender neutral reader
cw! n/a
notes! don't entirely feel like i did this idea justice, but i did my best for it being day 6 of this stupid respiratory infection. enjoy :]
5:24, his watch blinked at him. he closed the door softly behind himself, stepping into the house. god, finally home. it had felt like years since he’d seen this place; the cozy living room, the light of a brightening sky streaming in through kitchen windows. in reality, it had been 5 months (too many) of him out in the field and away from you. he was just happy to be back, to be able to wake up to your pretty face in the morning.
the tv was on in the living room, playing the early morning news with the volume so low he found himself straining to hear it at all. he stepped forward, starting to look for the remote when he saw you laid across the couch, hugging a pillow with a throw blanket pulled up to your chin. he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. without looking away, he felt around the coffee table for the remote and turned off the tv. hummed as he knelt down beside you, kissing your forehead feather-light. gently rested a hand on your shoulder.
you stirred in your sleep, humming and turning towards him. you yawned, arms stretching out under your blanket, blinking sleepily. “kees? ‘s that you?” you mumbled.
keegan couldn’t help but break out in a grin at the nickname. he nodded, knowing that you probably couldn’t see it in the poor lighting. “mhm, it’s me, baby.”
“hi,” you greeted sleepily. gave a tired smile and leaned in to kiss him. then you started to sit up, movements a little more hurried but still groggy. “wait, what time is it?”
keegan looked down at his watch again, more out of habit than anything. “it’s late. i’m sorry for waking you-”
“you’re early,” you mumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch to sit up properly. “i was gonna wake up early, make breakfast…”
he chuckled fondly. dropped his duffle and nudged it under the coffee table. there would be time to deal with all of the unpacking later. “no, it’s okay, baby. you can still make me breakfast in the morning,” he assured you, tone light and warm. “for now, let’s just get you to bed.”
you hummed at the idea, letting him pull you into his arms and lift you. you rested against his chest, content to listen to the beating of his heart in his chest as he carried you through the house.
“you try to stay up for me last night?” he teased softly, thumb tracing patterns into the back of your knee.
“mhm. in case you came home early, but… guess i fell asleep,” you answered through another yawn.
“glad you did,” he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear. “don’t like you staying up for me. i’m glad you got the rest.” he nudged open the bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, careful not to hit any part of you on the doorframe accidentally.
another hum from you, sleep creeping back in on you. “‘m so glad you’re home.”
keegan smiled again, gently lowering you into your shared bed. “me too,” he whispered, giving you another forehead kiss.
he took a step back, but your arm shot out to grab for him, catching his wrist. “wait. where are you going?”
another smile as he knelt down beside your bed, holding your hand in his. “i’m just gonna change into something more comfortable, baby. i’ll be right back, i promise.”
you nodded, half awake as you watched him go to dig through his dresser. a moment later he was crawling into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest and hugging you to himself firmly enough to tell you how difficult the past 5 months had been without you by his side. “you don’t need a shower or anything?” you murmured, twisting around to face his chest.
he shook his head. “no. showered earlier. just wanna be here with you.” and now, with you against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest, all the exhaustion of the past few months seeped into his bones like water into sand. his eyelids grew heavy with the warmth of you against him.
“i love you so much,” you mumbled. “no alarms for tomorrow. just wake me up when you’re ready.”
he hummed, lips pressed to the crown of your head. “will do. love you too.” and with that, he let the exhaustion pull him under, thinking about how much he loved coming home to a sweet thing like you.
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