» 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: SURPRISEEEEEEE IT'S ME MWAHAHAHA
After years of slumber, I figured that this account deserved a little revisit after so much has happened in my personal life.
For those of you who don't follow my Instagram (which I've also been MIA on, sorry) I GOT MARRIED! It's been the best three months of my life and I can't wait to share some snippets in the form of one-shots.
I don't know if this revival means I am back on this site for good, but it's at least for now. I have a half a dozen or so unfinished shots that I think you guys deserve to read. We'll see if I finish them. It feels weird to be writing about teenagers as a 23 year old, so let me know if you guys care that much if I age them up a bit for these final rounds.
I'm so thankful for you guys and I am so glad to be back for a stent!
» 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖: 11/9/2023 (finished 8/14/2025 woww)
» 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Loosely based on the way my husband proposed, but if it was Tratie.
» 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Mega fluff
» 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 1462
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Travis was being super secretive.
Like, more than normal.
As I watched his eyes slide over to me every few seconds on the drive home, I couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with the friends we'd just gone bowling with. Jessie had a beautiful ring on her finger and Clay had a huge smile on his face the whole night.
Coincidentally, Travis and I had just gone ring shopping and picked out what ring I wanted for when he decided to pop the question.
We'd met up with Clay and Jessie to hear about how he'd proposed, how hard it was for him to keep the secret, and how she actually knew about it the whole time. It made me all the more excited for our own engagement.
I had told Jessie that I definitely would know when Travis was proposing, to which he declared I'd be none the wiser.
But, when Travis had been suspiciously planning a special date for our anniversary and not being subtle about it at all, I had a hard time agreeing with him. He'd asked me if I was free on October 21st (duh), he'd planned the whole night's schedule without me (extremely rare), and everyone seemed to know about it (even Connor). He said, "Alright, let's tentatively plan for that date." Travis would make sure every day that I was still okay with driving down to the beach to have a nice dinner and "take a casual stroll."
Our anniversary was a month away, and I couldn't wait.
"I love you most," Travis stated off-handedly, sliding his eyes over to me again.
I groaned and hit him on the arm. "Stop it, stop it!"
"Never, Katie-kat."
"Love you most," I grumbled under my breath, so he couldn't hear my retort.
We were going back to my apartment to do some homework - Writing for Botanical Majors was kicking my butt - and once we parked, we went inside with mental preparation of pulling an all-nighter, most likely. Travis started the kettle for tea, and I threw on my green striped PJ bottoms and one of his hoodies.
"What if I just email my professor and tell him that I'm just too tired to write my paper?"
"Sure, what's the worst that could happen?" he hummed in the other room.
I flopped onto my bed and sighed, and only lifted my head when Travis loomed in the doorway. "What?"
"I forgot my laptop," he grinned sheepishly.
